heel stone

Castle Cupid

(Also posted on AO3)

“What the fuck?!” Potter threw up his hands and then promptly jammed them in his hair. He stopped his pacing and stared at the archway where a door had been about… -Draco idly cast a tempus- an hour ago. Apparently, Potter had been driven to distraction simply by the idea of sharing a space with him and was flirting with a level of mania that made Draco quite uncomfortable.

Draco laced his hands together in his lap, uncrossing his legs and recrossing them the other way. He was expecting Potter to start throwing spells again if he kept to the pattern he had established so far. Hopefully, he would cast something that would rebound and turn him into something quiet, like a rabbit.

Potter spun toward him though, “Why aren’t you upset!” he snapped.

Draco raised an eyebrow, “It seems to me you’re doing a good enough job for the both of us.”

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to kill a king | (m)

pairing: taehyung x reader
kinda semi public smut i guess, gambling

A game of poker is what you come for - but you soon realize, the real prize you want is the infamous player named V. Who will win the game?

Originally posted by hoshikio

It’s electrifying.

The atmosphere, charged with caution and rigged luck.

Bitter chuckles, mocking taunts, mumbled curses and the sweet sound of chips clattering. Crowds around tables, blinking slot machines, shouts about bets. There is a tension in the air, the one caused by taking risks and the cold sweat that comes with it. A final check is made somewhere over there and the gathered bystanders applaud. It nearly drowns out the smooth jazz filling the background but it’s nothing you pay attention to anyway.

No, the click of your heels on the stone floor does not halt at the commotion of the countless tables, lecherous greed roused up by cheering masses, waving money, placing bets, losing or winning it all. Those games hold no interest to you, way too public, too exposed, too little to win.

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Wish I Didn’t Miss You” by Angie Stone | Choreography by Yanis Marshall, Danielle Polanco & Aisha Francis

at Millennium Dance Complex in LA

Seven| Fade |Dunne

Title: Fade

Pairing; Past Trent Seven/Reader, Pete Dunne/Reader

Words; 2457

Summary; Now all I can do is say congratulations and fade into the background.

Warnings; Mildly NSFW. ANGST. Brief description of oral sex. Unhealthy coping methods. Minimal editing, because I will die like a boss. Drabble.

A/N; Captain of Team No Happy Endings here to fuck some shit up. Inspired by one too many 1990s power ballads. Drabble only, zero intentions of continuing past this.

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No Comebacks

[No Angel] [No Comebacks] [No More and No Less]

pairing: rafael casal x reader

request: a couple people wanted a part two of No Angel, and eons ago someone requested “In celebration of you getting trashed last night and Rafa liking your drunk tweet…. a Rafa X reader where reader gets drunk and Rafa takes care of her… like… like sexually if you didn’t get that. and then when they wake up she’s really hungover and he takes care of her but in the fluff way.“

summary: rafa has been ignoring reader after their night together, so reader tries to go out to a party and forget him. it doesn’t work.

warnings: swearing, alcohol, smut, vague D/s mentions, lowkey praise kink

word count: 5,786

a/n: this is the SECOND part of the “no angel” series. it will make sense without the first part but it will make more sense with it. also, briefly want to state (because someone felt the need to scold me about it in my ask box) i don’t endorse student-teacher relationships, and because i’m sure someone will have something to say about it, i also don’t want to encourage you to go to big parties alone and get sloppy drunk with strangers. be safe okay. other than that please enjoy love u bunches. and i still want rafael casal to bone me.

“Good morning,” you shuffle into the kitchen, shooting a sleepy smile at Rafael.

“Morning,” he murmurs, looking up from the stove to beam at you.

Your heart gives a little flutter. His smile is blindingly bright, and looking at him right now feels a lot like looking into the sun.

“I made pancakes,” he says, sliding one onto a plate and offering it to you.

You take the plate and set it down at a placemat, hopping up onto the chair at the counter.

“Thanks,” you fix the hem of the shirt Rafa had given you to wear, straightening it out over the tops of your thighs. “You really didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” he replies simply, walking up behind you. He leans down and presses a kiss to the top of your head before sitting next to you.

You begin to eat the pancake, letting one of your legs swing back-and-forth gently. The two of you eat in silence for a couple minutes, and you’re grateful. Your mind isn’t exactly the sharpest this soon after waking up.

“I think it’s pretty disrespectful to have sex with someone, talk until you fall asleep holding them, and then not provide them with breakfast in the morning,” Rafael adds, picking up his coffee mug and taking a sip.

“Ah yes. It’s truly a shame not everyone can be as well-mannered as you,” you laugh, setting your fork down on your now empty plate.

“You know,” he peers over at the clock on the microwave. “I don’t have anywhere to be for a couple more hours…”

“Is that so?” You turn toward him, a smirk spreading across your face.

“Do you know what that means?” He smirks back at you, wiggling one eyebrow in your direction.

“Mm,” you hum, rising from the seat. “We can cuddle more?”

“Exactly,” he agrees, nodding.

You giggle, taking one of his hands. “I was kidding, but if you don’t want to have sex again-”

“Oh, I said no such thing,” he reprimands, standing and tugging you toward his bedroom.

That was a week ago. And you hadn’t heard from him since.

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Yule Ball - Draco x Reader


Request - anon  :A shy girl and Draco and the Yule ball or something? Draco had never actually talked to this chick, but knows her and she knows him. He tries to ask her to the ball, but she’s always surrounded or she’s not around then the Yule ball comes up.

Warnings- Don’t think so. 

Pretty girls came into Draco’s life often. Pretty girls with kind hearts and genuine goals did not. So when Draco first noticed Y/N - he didn’t often pay attention to her. But when he started to see how nice she was and how she spoke her mind, Draco became more drawn to her. He wanted to know everything there was to know about Y/N.

He saw her for the first time in Potions class. Professor Snape had reassigned seats and she sat just in front of him. He watched as she tossed her H/C hair over a shoulder and sat with her back facing him. Draco couldn’t focus in Potions that day. He could smell the mint of her shampoo every time she tossed her hair. He could see her head bend down when she couldn’t keep up with the rapidness of Snape’s voice. He watched her knee bounce up and down when got impatient or bored.

The next few times Draco tried to ignore her, but he found it hard. She was beautiful - there was no denying that. But that wasn’t what attracted him to her. Y/N turned out to be funny. Draco could hear her comment under her breath during lessons. She also seemed to be as smart as - if not smarter - than Hermione Granger herself. She spoke her mind. She didn’t conform to other’s opinions. She had her own thoughts and she knew who she was.

Draco couldn’t keep his mind off of Y/N. Instead of his thoughts being consumed by Harry Potter, they were consumed with Y/N. He wanted her to notice him. He wanted her to want him as bad as he wanted her. Draco hadn’t even talked to the girl yet. He didn’t know how. They weren’t partners in any of the classes they had together. They didn’t sit near each other at meals. There wasn’t an excuse for him to talk to her.

Then Yule Ball came faster than he thought it would. When there were four weeks until the ball, Draco had thought about asking her to it. He decided it was too early. The next week, he had another excuse. He had too much homework. There wasn’t enough time in the day. She was always surrounded by her other friends. The third week, he was starting to panic. Everyone else in house already had a date. Draco didn’t. Y/N probably already did. Blaise brought the problem up to him at a late night study session.

“So, Draco, who did you ask to the Yule Ball? Anyone special?” Blaise winked.

“Blaise. You know I haven’t asked anyone yet.” Draco responded and closed his textbook loudly.

“Well now’s your chance. Look who just walked in to the library.”

Draco glared at Blaise. Blaise knew of Draco’s infatuation with the h/c hair e/c eyed fourth year. Blaise had listened to Draco make excuses for hours about why he couldn’t talk to the girl. Draco hadn’t even introduced himself yet. Granted, she probably already knew who he was - everyone did. Blaise gave him a pointed look and looked back to where Y/N was sitting at a table by herself.

“If you won’t do it, I’ll do it for you. You’re Draco Malfoy. What have you got to lose, mate?” Blaise leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. Draco gathered his things and made his way over to the table where she was sitting. He stopped midway when she was joined by one of her friends. Draco didn’t want to ask to the Yule Ball in front of her friends. He wanted it to be special.

He turned around and made his way back to where Blaise sat laughing.

“Mate, you can’t be scared of talking to her and her friends forever. You’ve got to ask her soon though, you don’t want her to get snatched up - if she isn’t already.”

“I’ll do it. I just want it to be at the right moment.” Draco replied angrily.

The week of the Yule Ball, Draco was determined. He studied her that week more than ever. Draco made note of what hairstyle she wore most often. He listened in on more of her conversations. Her favorite color was y/f/c. He learned that while she thought the idea of the ball was nice, it was also a brutal reminder that not everyone was meant to end up with a date. Most importantly, he had learned that she’d turned down several offers to go to the Yule Ball with someone because she was waiting on a certain boy to ask her.

Draco’s confidence wavered when he heard that. If he asked her, and she turned him down, he’d be disappointed. He had spent weeks infatuated with this girl. He had a plan though and he thought that it just might work. If it ended up in a disaster, at least he’d tried.

Then night of the Yule Ball, Draco waited at the bottom of the big staircase. He watched as several girls passed him. They would glance at him, giggle, and then saunter into the Great Hall. He saw Pansy and Blaise and several of his other friends in a circle gossiping. When Draco saw Y/N’s group of friends descend down the staircase, he became even more nervous than before. She wasn’t with them. Did that mean his plan hadn’t worked? He sat on the last step of the staircase.

Everyone had made their way into the Great Hall fifteen minutes ago. There was still no sign of Y/N. Draco figured he must have missed her walk down. Maybe she’d gone in before he got there. Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t seem to hear the heels clicking against the stone of the stair steps. There was a tap on his shoulder.

Standing up, Draco whirled around. His jaw dropped as he saw Y/N standing in front of him.

“Draco,” she cleared her throat. “I- uh- I got your note and your gifts. Thank you, it was very nice of you. You didn’t have to do this.” she spoke softly. Draco shook his head and closed his mouth. He swallowed and spoke.

“I’ve been trying to figure out a way to talk to you, but you always seem to be surrounded by your friends. I thought sending you something might be the only way I could talk to you alone. Er, you look lovely, by the way.”

An uncommon blush crept up the boy’s cheeks.

“Thanks. I’m glad you think so. Considering you sent me the dress, shoes, and jewelry, I’m glad you think I look decent.” She laughed and Draco’s breath caught in his throat. He loved the sound of her laugh.

“Well, I’m just glad you liked them. I heard your favorite color was y/f/c so that’s how I figured out what color to get you. I did have help though. Er, Pansy helped. She really picked everything out after I told her what - You know what, never mind. Shall we go in?” Draco asked. He was nervous. She had that affect on him. And he had already said too much.

“Sorry I’m late, by the way. I couldn’t decide how to wear my hair.” she confessed.

“It’s not a problem. I’m just glad you came. Now, let’s go have some fun, yeah?” 

The Price 9/?

Summary: Killian and the Swan come to an agreement.

an: Listen up folks, Catie has SUCCESSFULLY beaten the curse of dropping WIP’s the moment she misses a made up deadline. I DID THE THING.

Neverending thanks to @nowforruin for listening to me bitch about this thing, helping me wrangle it, and looking it over for all the details I always miss, and for threatening to fly out and bribe me with Sephora. I’m telling you all this so that everyone else knows who to go yell at when I take forever on a chapter again. 

tagging: @jadeddiva, @artielu​, @kmomof4​, @captain–kitten​, @the-captains-ayebrows​, @wheres-your-rum​, @dreadpirateemma​, @thearmorstaysoff​, @ripplestitchskein

Chapter List: One/Two/Three/Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight


Chapter Nine

Wind whips through his hair as he kicks his heels into the stone wall below him, leaning against a break in the parapet while he takes another long pull from the bottle of rum in his hand. It is dangerous, attempting to blind himself with drink while perched against the battlements, and if he’d seen a crewman doing such a thing in the crowsnest he’d have had the bosun discipline him appropriately. But in the time he’s been here much of his previous self has been etched away, bit by bit, and so he drinks, and stares into the forest below, and wonders idly with every sip of rum exactly how high the fall would be.

He’d left Regina and Emma to their squabbles hours ago, Liam’s name echoing in his ears, and while he’d meant to tear apart his study in search of any damned spell that might allow him to reach his brother, his desperate hunt had only ended in frustration and anger, his magic coursing through him in crashing waves, hurling him about. He’d conjured up the bottle of rum to help calm himself, somewhere around dinner time, but he’d lost all focus he might have had for spellwork and had instead made his way out onto the ramparts, climbed up the side of a parapet, and continued drinking until the bottle was empty.

Then he’d filled it back up.

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The Job

Authors Note: I think everyone knows how I feel about a Tom Hardy gif but this particular one made me think the very thoughts that you are about to read. NSFW but also not too unsafe. I hope you enjoy! XOXO

Trigger Warning: Smut, Profanity, Slight fluff

“Come on then! No need to bang away knowing that I told you to get in here,” he yelled at the door.

I opened it slowly. Expecting to see him in a rather foul mood. I had already pissed him off by showing up late earlier and now I fucked up his scheduling for his auditions. It wasn’t technically my fault. While I was taking the notes, he was taking all of me in.

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anonymous asked:

prom? if ur still writing one-word prompts (:

woahohoho, this got really long.  <3 thanks for the request!

“What do you mean you’re not going?! Sakura, don’t be such a hard headed, stubborn girl!” Ino scolded, her cheeks turning red while she poked the pinkette’s chest.

Sakura only frowned before removing Ino’s finger. The blonde had a point; it wasn’t that she didn’t want to go, she just had too many things going on, and with graduation right around the corner, a stupid dance was the least of her worries.

“You’re so stubborn, and stupid!” Ino spit out once more, her eyebrows knitting themselves together while she crossed her arms.

Sakura could only sigh deeply, her frustrations getting the best of her as she continued to listen to Ino’s insults.

“You know Sasuke would go with you in a heart beat.”

The mentioning of Sasuke’s name caught her by surprise. She didn’t put it passed Ino to pull the “Sasuke Card” though. Whenever her best friend wanted her to have some fun, she’d always include Sasuke – even when Sakura didn’t want to, she’d do it.

Her mind was now in pieces, torn apart from what her heart wanted, yet she couldn’t say no. But she did anyways.

“No. I’m sorry, Ino, but I’ve got a lot of shit going on. I can’t just drop it all for one night and–”

“Oh, but you can!” Ino screeched, her phone in her hands and her thumbs moving rapidly against the touch screen. Before Sakura could get the blonde’s phone away from her, Ino was already giving her a mischievous smile.

“What. Did. You. Do?” Sakura growled from behind clenched teeth, her knuckles turning white.

The immediate ding, accompanied by a vibrate sounded from Ino’s phone, and before the loud mouth could check her message, Sakura’s hands were on the phone.

I’ve got this stubborn ass going to prom. Better get your moody best friend’s ass in gear!

Ino’s message to Naruto was rather… blunt. Sakura rolled her eyes before continuing reading the reply.

I can’t wait! The bastard is in for a surprise! ;)

The message from Naruto made Sakura’s skin crawl. Sasuke’s pet name for Naruto was ‘bastard’ and upon reading the single word, Sakura could hardly get her breathing to calm.

“You bitch,” Sakura tossed Ino’s phone to the bed.

“You say that now, but you’ll be thanking me later,” Ino winked, blowing a kiss to Sakura and gaining a gentle smile from the pink haired girl. “It’ll be fun.”

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To him, she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, 

Originally posted by lifefibersync

that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, 

Originally posted by psychajin

why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, 

Originally posted by anima-posts

why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. 

Originally posted by nazo-the-weeb

He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character,

Originally posted by usuallyyoungbouquet

 but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.

Originally posted by dithe-r

“To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

мое солнце

Request: A Bucky imagine where the reader is a part of the team and on one mission she has to flirt and maybe kiss the target to get something. She and Bucky isn’t dating but after the mission he is all like, “You didn’t have to enjoy it so much” and “just forget I ever said anything” ends with a passionate kiss ~You don’t need to use those phrases specifically it’s just to give you an idea @my-unique-mind 

A/N: THIS IS 7 FUCKING PAGES ON GOOGLE DOCS. i don’t think you intended this to be this fucking long but yolo. idk im starting to like writing really long fics :) ((ps мое солнце, according to google translate means my sun))

Pairing: bucky x reader

Word count: 3,288 (YIKES)

“C’mon мое солнце!” Natasha yelled over her shoulder, catching a glimpse of you trying to run at her pace.

“Fuck! Are you secretly a speedster like Pietro?” You huffed out as you caught up to her, slowing your run down.

“Ha,” she breathed out, slightly out of breath, “I’m just well trained,” she said with a smirk.

“Awesome, just awesome,” you muttered out as you both headed towards your gym bags on the floor. You plopped yourself next to your bag and pulled out your water bottle, taking a pretty generous sip.

“So, you and Barnes?” Nat said quietly, watching you almost choke on water.

“What about me and Bucky?” You questioned back while trying to remain as cool as possible. Just the mere mention of his name made your heart stutter and you’re pretty sure if you hadn’t just ran five miles with Natasha she would have seen your blush and called you out on it.

“Oh c’mon! You like him,” she said in a teasing tone, nudging your side a bit. All you could do was just giggle and shake your head as you took another sip. Natasha let out a soft laugh at your reaction, getting all the information she needed.

“Ladies,” FRIDAY’s voice rang through the gym.

“Yeah,” both of you say, letting out a giggle after you looked at each other.

“You’re wanted in the debriefing room.”

“Thank you!” Nat replied.

“So glad you could join us today,” Bucky joked as you and Natasha finally came through the glass door.

“Always a pleasure Barnes,” you remarked back, sitting next to him. Steve and Natasha stared at each other before Steve continued informing everyone on the mission.

“Nat, you’re gonna have to get into this guy’s office,” Steve said as he pointed to the picture of a man on the screen, “get the files from his computer and then leave.”

“Actually,” Nat said interrupting Steve, “I think Y/N should do it.” You choked on your own breath as you heard her speak.

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Something about you part six

Probably the final instalment of this fic, a happy Disney ending.

Newt x blind reader

Master list

Something about you *

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five



Originally posted by hardyness

You twirled about the living room, enjoying the feeling of the cool smooth silk against your legs. Queenie’s light giggles reached your keen ears, ‘come on honey bunny, I’ll take those curlers out.’ Your sister offered as she guided you to her dressing table, the scent of hairspray, and various other cosmetics filling your nostrils.

Queenie hummed a familiar tune as she unravelled your hair from its cylindrical prison.

You allowed your mind to wander back, through all of the other times Queenie had ran her delicate fingers through your hair, making sure that you felt beautiful, even if you couldn’t actually see it.

Before long she was dusting a soft fluffy brush against your cheeks, a light rosy smell drifting to your nose. “perfect.’ Queenie announced, as she took your hand and guided you to stand.

You turned to Tina, whose heels you heard tapping on the floor, as she entered Queenie’s bedroom, concern etched on your face. “do I, do I look alright?’ you asked your elder sister, knotting your fingers together, worry clear in your voice as it grew in your stomach.

“oh y/n, you’re absolutely stunning.’ Her voice cracking slightly as she hurried her way over to you, cupping your cheek in her soft hand as she placed a kiss to your forehead. Pulling you in for a warm hug, which Queenie joined soon after, sandwiching you between them.

Tina sniffled ever so slightly, ‘come on we’re going to be late, he’ll be thinking you’re not coming.’ She joked lightly as she pulled away from your group hug.

Reaching the front door, you brushed past the small table that stood by the hat wrack.

“oh wait, I almost forgot.’ You turned to Toby, who trotted loyally by your side. Crouching down in front of him, his warm breath tickling at your face, you opened the long velvet box, that had sat on the table by the door, and pulled out the bowtie that you had asked Queenie to make for him, to match hers and Tina’s bridesmaid dresses.

You began to fix the bowtie around his neck so that it would be comfortable for him, lifting his long floppy ears out of the way. ‘you are one of my dearest friends, and you’ve given me so much, happiness and independence. if it wasn’t for you slobbering all over newts trousers the night we met, I’m not sure that this day would be happening. So you have every right to be a part of it as any human does.’ The bloodhound licked your hand, as though he had understood everything that you had said, a giggle escaped your lips before you placed a kiss to the top of his head.

“ready?’ Tina asked, taking one last deep breath, as you got back to your feet ‘ready.’

Your sisters grasped your hands, before disapperating.

After the unpleasant experience of apperating, they still had your hands clasped in theirs, while Queenie encouraged Toby to go in front of you.

You heard the doors squeak open, a grand sounding organ began to play, and the three of your favourite beings in the world were guiding you to your future, that stood at the end of the aisle.

Queenie kissed each of your cheeks, while Tina placed a kiss to your forehead, before joining yours and newts familiar hands together, ‘I wish the both of you every happiness’, she whispered before you heard her heels tap on the stone floor, to stand a little way behind you.

Your cheeks were beginning to ache from your smile, you couldn’t help but wonder, if newt was as filled with joy as you were in this moment. You lifted your free hand, and began to stroke the handsome face that you had explored so many times before, the lopsided smile that you had fallen in love with was wider than you had ever felt it.

Your heart fluttered at the realisation of his happiness in this moment.

“you’ve had a shave.’  

Newt placed a kiss to your fingers as you traced his lips, a chuckle escaping as he did.

The officiate cleared his throat and began the ceremony, all the while you could hear Toby’s tail swishing against the floor as he wagged his tail, where he sat between yourself and newt, under your clasped hands.


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anonymous asked:

could i ask for a prompt where the gang and all the other vikings from the first episode of race to the edge get to watch blindsided? i'd just really like to see hiccstrid, stoick, and the gang's reaction to hiccup and astrid finally getting together in the near future....... Thanks :)

First of all, hi! :D

Second of all, I apologize for the horrendous delay. Truth be told, your ask has been quite…challenging for me.

That brings me to my apologies as I will not be able to carry out your ask in the form that you asked for. I just cannot imagine myself writing a “watching the movie” type of story. I did, however, play around with it a little and decided to spin the idea in my own way, I hope you don’t mind.

Without further ado, I hope you will enjoy this short Hiccstrid/gang post-season 4 drabble. :)

“What do you mean since Gothi healed Astrid?!”

Hiccup grimaces and his eyes flicker to the girl sitting beside him. Astrid moves closer, leaning further into her seat. He notices her eyes are narrowed as she looks at his cousin and color rises to her cheeks. He doubts she’s aware of the latter one. 

“That’s,” Snotlout continues with his arms held out in a dramatic fashion. He even goes as far as to hoist one of his legs onto one of the old benches of Berk’s watchtower. Hiccup rolls his eyes inwardly. “That was like two moons ago! Why didn’t you tell us?”

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