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Could you do a fic where Sebastian (from Black Butler) is always hitting in the reader and making her flustered until she snaps and they kiss?

He was the devil.

That was the only explanation. It must have been for him to torture you so. He was the manifestation of the literal monster underneath your bed you’d thought you’d gotten rid of as a child. Your grim reaper, the skeletor come to claim your begotten soul-

“Miss Y/N?”


You froze in the middle of the conversation you’d been having with Bard at the call of your name. That voice was unmistakable.

“Bard!” You hissed, the hairs on the back of your neck stiffly rising as if you were a frightened feline. The useless chef rose an eyebrow at your display, a wisp of smoke escaping his pale lips from the loosely held cigarette between them. “I wasn’t here!”

Bard blinked as you frantically glanced around the room for a hiding spot, your body twitching like you had been possessed. Time was running short and you finally settled on diving into the pantry, slamming the doors shut just as you heard his voice a second time.

“I’m sure you know who I’m looking for, yes?”

A nervous chuckle.

“Ah, Y/N? No I don’t know where she is - that is if you’re even searching for her anyways, though I don’t know why you would - but I can definitely tell you that she is not in here.”

You stifled a groan, pinching the bridge of your nose. Your friend was a terrible liar, maybe even worse than his nonexistent cooking skills.

“I see. I must say, it would not hurt to look.”

When you had closed the pantry doors you had enclosed yourself into total darkness. This just made your other senses that much more sensitive, and you could feel your pulse racing as you registered movement outside. His footsteps were light, impossibly light - as if he were walking on air - but you could still hear the faint scuffle of his shoes on the kitchen floor. They were completely in time, sustaining a tempo you found to be ridiculously rhythmic for the simple act of walking.

The footfalls increasingly came closer to your shelter. If you listened hard enough, you swore you heard the chains dragging behind him, links and cuffs chinkling - your jailer - the drag of metal across the tile promising your inescapable future.

A moment of silence.

Another, and you sighed in relief.

Then light.

Bright crimson eyes split through the darkness, then disappeared into that close-eyed smile you were all too familiar with.

“Ah, there you are.”

You gulped.

This was it. This was why you ran away from him the moment you even caught a glimpse of silken gloves, of all black. You liked to consider yourself a spitfire, a blistering ball of courage. A fierce personality that could take down anyone in your way with your bare fists. After all, you did have to have a talent to be on the young master’s staff.


“H-Hey t-there haha….w-were you looking for me?”

But the moment this guy’s eyes met yours you found yourself turning into a puddle.

Sebastian tilted his head, observing you, before he outstretched his hand.

“Indeed I was. I merely wished to tell you that the young master has requested your presence. Do you need assistance?”

You attempted to keep even a shred of your dignity and shook your head. “N-No that’s alright. I’ll b-be fine.”

You were quick to get up, maybe too quick. The close proximity of your bodies made it hard for you to find any space to maneuver yourself, and consequently you tripped over your own feet in the act.

Quicker than you could comprehend, Sebastian caught you, one hand wrapped around your wrist, the other pressing into the arch of your back to steady you against his chest.

You swear you heard angels singing in the distance.

“You should be more careful,” He spoke calmly, the smooth, deep baritone heard clearly in your ear.

You wondered if someone could die from being overly embarrassed, and if not, there was always a first for everything, right?

“No - I mean yes, I mean uh,” You were sure you were going to pass out in five point nine seconds. “I will.”

“Good,” He said, holding you for longer than necessary, the corner of his lips twitching upwards. The bastard, he knew exactly what he was doing to you!

Before you could jam your knee up into where the sun doesn’t shine, he let go, walking away like nothing had happened.

Your hands fisted, and you returned to normal as you fought off the sensation of your knees turning to jelly.

“That arrogant little-”

“- piece of crap!”

The duster in your grip nearly snapped in two as you brushed it violently against the surfaces of the porcelain statues in the glass case you had been admiring. It was only when you nearly knocked over all the precious figures in your anger that you moved on from them, stopping at the piano in the corner.

“Thinks he’s so great,” You continued to mutter underneath your breath, lifting the fall-board to lightly dust the black and white piano keys beneath the cover. “With his crazy reflexes and ridiculously flawless skin. Stupid fairy. Has the audacity to mess with me. The next time I see him I swear I’ll-”


A sound equivalent to that of a dying hyena emitted from your throat as you jumped almost fifteen feet into the air. If not for the buttons on your clothes, you were sure you would have escaped them as well. The duster went flying from your fingers, but it was not a surprise to you to see that the bane of your life had caught it as easily as one would swat a mosquito.

Freaking ninja.


He shifted, his voice taking on that scolding tone he often used with hte rest of the staff that made them run with their tails behind their legs.

“Why, you did not quite finish your thought. You’d what?”

I’d take that tie of yours and shove it down your throat then hang you up by your coat tails you insufferable twat. See if you’d laugh then.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Was all you said instead. You’d chastise yourself later on your cowardice when the literal embodiment of perfection wasn’t standing three feet in front of you.

“I think you do,” He smiled again, but the expression did nothing to calm your nerves. If anything, knowing him, it made them worse.

He took a step towards you.

Naturally, you took one back.

Then he took another.

You followed suit.

Another, and you turned to leg it out of there as quickly as possible.


Turns out you had been backing into the piano you’d been cleaning, and as such ran right into it. Within the time it took for you to register this, Sebastian was behind you, so close you could feel the collar of his suit brushing the back of your neck.

“I thought I told you to be more careful. You have a way with disobeying good advice.”

He pressed closer to you from behind and you leaned away, your hands flattening down into the piano keys and creating an unpleasant, chaotic series of sounds.

“It’s not like I do it on purpose.” Pest.

Sebastian hummed. “Somehow that doesn’t make it better. Will I have to punish you?”

You ignored the way your stomach turned to goo at that comment.

“You demon,” You mumbled bitterly.

The hand hovering by your waist landed, and you heard a faint sardonic chuckle. “You’d be surprised.”


He gave you no time to even dwell on that thought, twisting you around to face him. He dipped down even closer, and all you could see was the tunnel of red that was his eyes, sucking you in.

Wait, closer?

“H-Hey!” You lifted a hand to push at his chest but found that it only trapped you further. “Wait!”

Your cheeks burned brighter, breath hitching in your throat as his nose brushed yours. Close. He was so close you could count every eyelash framing that unnatural crimson gaze. You’d have thought you would be able to feel his breath but there was none? His skin was ice to the touch where it skimmed yours, a good contrast to how high your temperature was running at the moment.

You shut your eyes tight, waiting for something, anything.


And waiting.


Your eyes opened in confusion only to see that he had backed up, amusement dancing in his expression again.

“There,” He said simply.

“What?” Was your intelligent response.

He lifted the duster you’d forgotten he even had, pointing it towards a section on the piano, before placing it down. “You missed a spot; I fixed it. That was all.”

You resisted the urge to let your mouth fall open.


“Me?” He questioned innocently. A tsk left him. “Why, Y/N, were you perhaps expecting something else?”

You were speechless, the flush crawling up your neck and spreading across the apple of your cheeks now becoming uncomfortably hot. A splutter left you in anger, but you knew you couldn’t even argue.

“Now if you’d excuse me.” He walked away yet again, leaving you a mess. Before he was completely out of the doorway he paused. “Oh and before I forget, your punishment. An extra hour of helping Finnian in the gardens should suffice.”

The moment he left, the duster was flung into the wall, truly snapping in two this time as an enraged shout filled the air.

“I’m going to kill him!”

The spoon left the cup of ice-cream to land in your mouth.

You melted with a delighted hum around the metal on your tongue. Usually any and everything sweet in the household was used for the young master and him only, but you’d managed to be rewarded the rare delicacy that day on your lunch break.

You ate another scoop, stepping outside to enjoy the breeze. The sky was bluer than you’d ever seen it, and you sighed happily. Nothing could ruin your mood now.


Was that a cat?

You turned, only for the cheerful song playing in your mind to come to a sudden halt, like a record malfunctioning. There was a cat yes, but next to the kitty was a certain butler. Your first reaction was to run, or perhaps become one with the side wall of the mansion, but everything changed when you cleared your panicked thoughts to actually just look.

It was not one cat like you originally thought, but three that crowded around the man. His face was content, and you were shocked at the fact that he was letting the felines rub their heads into the palm of his hand, one of them merely curling up by his foot.

It was, dare you say, cute?

Nope. Nope, nope. You would not fall prey to his manipulative charms. You were stronger than that, a feared, respected member of the Phantomhive mansio-

Okay that cat just yawned and cuddled his shoe and you were gone.

“I didn’t take you for someone that would spy on others.”

You were knocked out of your fantasy by the words, and you took a startled step back. Sebastian’s focus was still on the affectionate kittens, but you knew he was talking to you.

“I am not!” You found you were quick to defend, and cleared your throat, calming. “I was only out here to enjoy the breeze. Don’t act like you own the garden, Sebastian.” You took another bite of your treat in defiance.

He lifted from his crouch, in front of you with only three long strides. You stayed rooted in your spot. He narrowed his eyes, as if looking at something, then nodded to himself. You could only stare as he removed one of his gloves, pinching the fabric in his teeth and pulling it clean off.


That was not needed. Why couldn’t he just take it off like a normal person?? Did he want you to faint??

“You’ve got something…right here.” He reached upwards to brush his thumb across the corner of your bottom lip. When he removed it, it came away with a pink, milky substance. It must have been a trick of the light, but his eyes seemed to flash the same colour as he slowly licked his thumb.

A smirk. “Delicious.”

Everything stopped.

In the distance, you think you heard something cracking, but maybe that was just the dam of restraint snapping within you. 

It was as if you were watching yourself from outside your own body as you saw your hands reach out to grab his collar. The motions felt distant, detached when you yanked him down, but you were spun widely into control again once your lips connected harshly to his.

The cup fell to the floor, spilling its contents.

He froze, but you were not stopping, not now, and you took this rare chance to tangle your fingers in that soft mass of midnight hair you’d always wanted to touch. Heat seared your lips as you pulled yourself into him, forced his mouth open under yours, a long shiver rolling down your spine.

It was only when you felt him get over his initial shock and begin to respond - which must have taken what, four seconds? - that you disconnected.

That,” you growled, chest heaving. “is for antagonizing me. Feel free to forget I ever did it, please do.”

He stared.

With that you whipped around and stormed away, face red but your steps hard and infuriated. “And you owe me ice-cream!”

Sebastian’s eyes contracted into fuchsia slits, predatory excitement conflicting with another emotion that had him tightening his hold on his glove.

This was the first time he could honestly say in the last hundred years, that he had been made utterly, completely, surprised.


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anonymous asked:

Saeran tending an injury Mc got (this Mc is a big cry baby when it comes to pain) also may I just say your writing is amazing and I just haven't read a one shots like your in along time and just reading them wow, keep up the great work! I'm so glad I found your blog!

A/N: Aww, you’re so sweet anon! :) Thank you!! Hope you like this one!

Tears prick your eyes, threatening to slip out from the corners to mix with the perspiration trickling down the sides of your face. You bite down on your lip and hold your breath as you try to ignore the sweltering heat and the painful sting of the angry red abrasion stamped on your knee.

It’s hard to ignore, however. You’ve never had a decent tolerance for pain. Injuries and scrapes like these have been one of your greatest fears growing up till now, and you shudder at the thought of having to bathe later. You absolutely abhor the idea of having anything come into contact with your raw, bleeding wound. Just the thought alone is enough to make you wince, and maybe it’s purely psychological, but you swear the sting on your knee worsens a little.

“It’s just a small scrape,” you hear Saeran comment. He’s squatting next to you, head hovering above your knee as he examines your fresh injury with a blank face. It’s nothing to him, and you’re not that surprised. Considering the ordeals he had been through in the past, this is far too trivial, and your state of panic laughable and pathetic, at best.

Still, you can’t help the quickening of your pulse when you feel tiny droplets of his perspiration drip onto your leg, perilously close to your wound. You want to tell him to move away, or to wipe his sweat off first, but you daren’t release your teeth from your lower lip for fear of losing control over your tear ducts at this point.

He clicks his tongue, and then removes his bag pack, opening it and sieving through its contents. “We’ll need to wash this before it gets infected,” he remarks.

The sight of him pulling his large water bottle out of his bag is enough to make your blood run cold.

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Serendipity PART 3

Word Count: 9,232

Summary: Jimin is intrigued by the human race and you. He has decided to visit earth. He has been a mission and must return when he completes it.

Genre: Supernatural/Angst/Smut

Pairing: Jimin x  Female Reader

Trigger Warning: Smut 

Author’s Note: SORRY I know I said this would be the final chapter but I had to end it here for now. The final chapter will be released after my trip to Seoul. 

You woke up that morning feeling less heavy in the chest. The death of Bubbles was tragic but for some reason you justified with knowing she died peacefully and she was no longer pain. The events of yesterday played back in your mind like a video, you then immediately remembered Jimin and how came into bed with you. You were drowned in so much sorrow last night that you desperately needed to be with someone. You quickly turned your head and saw the bed space next to you empty. You took in a deep breath then exhaled. You figured Jimin must’ve left early in the morning or possibly in the middle of the night while you were asleep. You lifted yourself up into a seating position on your bed and looked down at your clothes. You didn’t even bother changing last night.
After you changed into something more comfortable and washed your face and brushed your teeth then headed out into your lounge-room only to find Jimin standing with his back facing you, and hovering over the stove cooking something. You opened your mouth, about to comment on him cooking breakfast for you but then you remembered it was still a work day. You widened your eyes and looked at the time.

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I’m Not Kissing You

Richard Speight jr x reader; very very minor Rob Benedict x reader

Warnings: N/A this chapter.

You and your best friend are taking a holiday for a few months in america. Your friend has invited you along to a big house in the countryside where some of their friends are staying. It’s July the 6th, known as kissing day and Richard and Rob have made a bet to kiss every girl they can.

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The Mom Ch. 4

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Choi Seung Hyun

Synopsis: Troubling thoughts…

Warnings: Fluff and some angst. Trigger Warning: This chapter touches on the subject of Postpartum Depression. (PPD) Reader discretion is advised!

Author’s Note: Just a touch of angst in this chapter, I swear. But there’s also plenty of the fluffy stuff.  And, there’s a bit of an homage to @mainhoonemily‘s incredible story “After Midnight”. I hope she can forgive me… lol

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“______-ah, that was a delicious breakfast! I  missed your cooking while I was gone.” Seung Hyun sighed as he pushed himself away from the little kitchen table. Sung Ja gurgled happily from her bouncy seat. “Just you wait, dumpling… you’re going to love your mom’s cooking.”

You rolled your eyes but laughed tiredly. “Dumpling? Really, Seung Hyun?”

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Can’t Help Falling ➳

Originally posted by bagginshield

Genre: Fluff/Serenity

FT. Thorin Oakenshield, The Company, Elves, Gandalf

Plot: You arrive in Rivendell with the rest of Thorin Oakenshield’s company. But you change yourself and find the confidence to approach the leader that you have fallen for.

A/N: I am now in love with Thorin so please forgive me and if there is anyone out there who wants to request some stuff go for it! 

I walked alongside the rest of Thorin Oakenshield’s company, trying to keep up at a steady pace as we entered the beautiful elven city of Rivendell after an eventful chase from a pack of Pale Orcs.

I had been reluctantly allowed to join in on such a quest thanks to the acquaintance of Gandalf the Grey who had claimed me as one of the greatest warriors, much to Thorin’s dislike, especially since I was half human half dwarf. He treated both Bilbo and myself as the outsiders of the group, as if we were a bunch of misfits or infected species worthless of even existing.

The company sigh in content as we settle into our shared room. I drop my things instantly, beginning to stretch out my tensed up muscles before I am tapped on the shoulder by an female elf, much taller than I was.

I smile up at her kindly as she speaks softly, ‘We have arranged some new garments for you while you stay here my dear, would you like to follow me milady?’

I look around at members of the company, some who had already fallen into a deep sleep while some were busy groaning about how famished they were. Thorin had his back to me, speaking to Gandalf about something or other.  

I look towards Bilbo who had heard all that the elf maiden had said and nodded towards me with a smile, ‘Go on Y/N. No harm in it at all.’ I turned back to the tall lady with a smile, ‘Very well, why not?’

I exit the large dome-like building and follow the young elf maidan into a small marble house. And how I was spoilt.

The Elf maidens bathed me, massaging my scalp so gently, washing in the sweetest honey-flower smelling soap I had ever smelt in my life, also cutting my hair to a suitable length. They dressed me in the finest silk dress they had that they had altered to my size, decorating my hair with precious flowers into a half up-half down style.

As the elf maiden, who was named Verrona, continues with my hair, she asks, ‘What is your leader like? Thorin Oakenshield? He seems quite handsome.’

I feel a pang at her words, almost jealousy, but how could I when Thorin wasn’t even mine?

‘He is cold hearted, very quiet and not that talkative, yet, he is courageous, and has a sense of pride over his company, he is kind and loving, in a business father like position I suppose. And yet, he has the great aspects of leadership …’ I went quiet, biting my lip slowly as Verrona just smiled. ‘My dear it seems you are in love with the dwarf …’

I sigh slowly, nodding at her words. I had in fact fallen for our dear leader, it was true, but I couldn’t help but know that the feelings would not be mutual.

Even though I had hatred towards him, I couldn’t help but fall for him. I didn’t what it was, it could have been his attractiveness, his rough voice that sent shivers down my spine or his ambition to get back his home of Erebor.

‘I believe you should tell him. Even though it may not seem right, you should to the expense of your heart,’ She said as she finished my hair, placing her hands on my shoulders gently. ‘I should?’

‘Why of course! Tell him, if he accepts it will bring joy, if not, then it will take time to move on and heal your heart, but that is life is it not?’ I turn to her at this as she says this. I smile softly and nod as she pushes my hair out of my eyes, ‘Do that my dear, and the heaviness upon your heart will lift.’

I smile gently, nodding at this before standing from my place as they slipped on silver slippers before helping me before the large mirrors.

I stare at myself in awe, never remembering a moment like this when I actually looked decent for once, but it was as if a new confidence had grown within me at the sight of my “new” self. The dress flowed right to the floor with a small trail, the jewels and flowers almost sparkling in the candlelight. I smiled slowly, turning to the elven ladies before bowing to them, ‘Thank you.’

They all smiled, some giggling at my appearance in content before Verrona helps me down, lifting my trail as the ladies led me towards the outside area where the banquet would be served. I am announced quickly by a tall male elf, ‘The maiden has arrived.’

The elf maidens move out of the way slowly, the company all on their feet at the sight of me, their eyes wide and some of their mouths agape.

‘Wow!’ I hear Ori say as his eyes widen in shock with a smile, making me giggle. ‘My, Y/N, you look absolutely divine,’ Balin says as with a large smile. Kili nods at me, getting knocked in the stomach by Fili as he stares on.

‘Indeed, Miss Y/N, you are indeed a precious sight for these old, sore eyes,’ Gandalf say with a laugh as I just shake my head, smiling, ‘Gandalf your comments are too kind.’

My eyes hover over the company and slowly towards Thorin who eyes were glued to me, looking up and down at my figure, and my heart leaps as I almost see the tug of his lips that curve into a small smile.

Fili comes to my side instantly, beating Kili aside who groans in annoyance, lending an arm to me with a smile before helping me up the stairs towards an empty seat beside him and, who I least wanted to be next to to be honest, Thorin.

As the company settled down, some still looking towards me with great smiles, others serving the food onto plates, I was shocked as Thorin took up my hand in his, whispering in my ear, ‘You look beautiful, Y/N.’

I look up at him in shock as he squeezes my hand, ‘Th-Thank you Thorin ..’

He smiles gently at me before turning back to Lord Elrond as if nothing had happened, allowing me to watch him carefully before turning to Dwalin who smiled at me as he caught me staring at our leader, winking at me as I blushed heavily.

But as dinner continued, Thorin excused himself, his expression solemn as he left the table. I watched as he left before being nudged by Dwalin who gestured his head to the leaving dwarf, ‘Go after him lass.’

I nodded slowly, raising myself from the dinner table and following Thorin quietly. I watched as he heaved a sigh, his hands tight fists and his posture slightly hunched, his teeth clenched when he reached the pavilion, leaning on the balcony.

I watched as he stared out at the beautiful city before coming beside him quietly, not wanting to upset him further but he growled, ‘What do you want?’

I gulped. This wasn’t going to go down as well as I thought it would.

‘Well, I just wanted to see if you were okay, you seem pretty tense …’
‘Well of course I am, were wasting time here when we could already be through the mountains at this point! We could be nearly there! So close to saving our home! My home …’

I sigh softly at hearing his worries, it was unexpected that he would tell me such things, but I knew carrying the weight of such burdens could get to one at times of weakness. I raised my hand to place it on his shoulder when suddenly he slapped it away, shocking me as he muttered under his breath, ‘I don’t need your sympathy.’

I feel a spike of anger but don’t say anything in return. This dwarf had a wall of ice wrapped around his heart and it would not break for any small repent of help. 

But before I leave I say earnestly, even though his back faces me, ‘Don’t allow your anger to get in the way of your true sight Thorin. Your a good man, really you are, but your anger and spite will just get rid of the people you care about. Think about that.’

And with that, I found myself leaving to allow the dwarf to be left with his thoughts, resonating in the sound of the waterfalls.

As night fall fell over the beautiful town, I couldn’t help but not fall asleep, the snoring of the company echoing throughout the dome building continuously like a song. Finally when I had had enough, I got to my feet, mumbling under my breath before tiptoeing past all the others who were fast asleep.

I made my way through the quiet town, my shawl wrapped around my shoulders for warmth I stared around at the beautiful elf town. I knew that this would probably most likely be one of the lost of many stops that we would be coming across, and I knew that there was no point in sugar coating the fact that there would a be a great battle that would take place. I found myself at a balcony looking out towards the terraces, staring up at the beautiful moon that flooded me in its majestic light. 

I knew that things would change and that many would lose there lives there was no denying that. I sighed to myself, pushing my hair out of my face when I was startled by a very familiar voice, ‘Good evening Y/N.’

I turned to find Thorin sitting behind me on the marble steps beneath one of the blossom trees, his expression still as solemn as ever, still in his dark blue uniform that he always wore. I give him a small smile, ‘Good evening Thorin …’

He was smoking his pipe, the pine-scented smoke lingering in the air as he spoke, ‘What are you doing up so late? Shouldn’t you be resting?’ I sigh, giving him a gentle smile as I made my way over to him, sitting beside him on the steps, ‘Well I needed some air I guess, get things off of my mind.’ 

Thorin nods at this, taking another puff before I ask, ‘What about you? Why are you out on a beautiful night like this?’

‘I guess it is also like yourself, trying to arrange my thoughts and come to a decision of whether what I am thinking of is madness, or truth in itself …’ I raised my eyebrow at this in confusion, making him chuckle.

‘Well, maybe you could tell me, I could help if you like?’ He looks back at me at this before sighing, ‘I don’t think you can help me. Besides its not very interesting anyway.’ 

At this there was silence and he turned to find me closer with my head resting on the palms of my hands, making him chuckle again deeply, making me smile at the reactions my actions made.

He looked at me once more before looking out to the beautiful skies as he begun, ‘Well, there is this someone of late who I have known not for very long. I was very against this person at first, but over time it has come to my attention, that I began to see their great work as a swordsman and as a friend to all my brothers. I admired them from afar, and realised, that I had begun to fall for this person.’ 

I gulped at this but Thorin didn’t seem to notice as he continued, ‘I ignored them with every fibre in my body, even greatly when I began to fall for them. I knew that I loved her as I watched her get along so well with my nephews and the rest of the company, even with that Hobbit Bilbo Baggins …’ 

He turned to me slowly, his eyes trained on my face as my eyes had filled with shock. Thorin’s face began to come closer to mine as he continued to speak, ‘Seeing her in such a different light tonight, in her natural beauty and in her very powerful status, I found myself falling even deeper.’

I gasped softly as his nose grazed my skin, his forehead now pressed to mine as he began to whisper softly, his breath batting against my skin heatedly, ‘And I can’t stop myself any longer but want to tell this beautiful lass that I am in love with her ..’

At this I shut my eyes, allowing him to kiss me softly, his lips pressing against mine lightly. It wasn’t rushed but slow, as he moved his hands to cradle my face as if I was made of glass, mine resting on his shoulders shakily. He finally pulled away, sighing as he did, his glacial eyes staring into my own as I whispered, ‘When?… How-’

Thorin smiled gently, running his hand through my hair gently, ‘Like I said, I fell in love with your kindness, with your heavenly nature and beauty, and most importantly your strength of heart.’ I smiled at this, tears coming to my eyes slowly, his face drawing in confusion as I shake my head, ‘There tears of happiness Thorin. You’ve made me so happy ..’ 

He smiles gently at this, chuckling softly as he said, ‘And you me, Amrâlimê.’ Thorin uses his thumbs to wipe away my tears, shaking his head as he placed his hands on my arms before he placed his forehead against mine, both of us shutting our eyes in contentment as the moon bathed us in its heavenly light.

if your heart’s still open ;

(a/n: i started writing this a few months ago, back when I was fantasizing about Jackson dying, but now that it’s actually canon, I’m like really sad. anyway, this is like super au, so hopefully you enjoy this fic, I was also a little inspired by this gifset, setting: au future fic/au after 3x10)

Hayley Marshall decides that she needs a makeover.

Rebekah is silent for a moment. “You want to borrow my what?” the blonde girl repeats, sounding truly and utterly confused.

“Your dresses,” the she-wolf specifies. “And your heels…also, if you’ve got anything that comes in pink,” Hayley says as she’s standing in front of her mirror. She’s got her hands in her curls, applying the mixture of strawberry-blonde hair dye.

“But you hate pink,” Rebekah reminds her. Hayley’s style consisted of mostly dark colors. A lot of black, maybe a pair of purple pumps, and that one red dress she wore at the Miss Mystic Falls Pageant.

(She remembers that that was the first time she ever saw Klaus in a suit. And she thought he looked like a bloody lawyer before she even fathomed about how hot it would be to pull on his tie, to have him breathing heavily, sweating and groaning as he hovered over her).

“And strawberry-blonde really isn’t your color,” the Mikaelson sister comments, twirling a finger in to the sticky dye. She seemed a little charmed by the idea. 

“The old Hayley hated pink, and the old Hayley also hated strawberry-blonde,” the she-wolf explains, even though she isn’t making much sense at the moment. “I’m trying to be a new and improved version of myself,” which apparently involved turning herself in to a live Barbie doll. But, she was an immortal now. And if she was going to be stuck like this forever, she might as well experiment with different styles.

(Besides, Jackson’s death really broke her. Maybe the only thing she can do now is erase everything that reminded her of her late-husband’s existence. Including the fact that he used to compliment her on how soft her chestnut curls were, or how hot she looked in her combat boots).

“I think I liked you better before,” Rebekah says softly, just like she always does. Sometimes, Hayley hates her for being so kind because her words hurt her more than they should.

“Really?” she hums instead. “I never liked me very much,” she admits strongly.

Rebekah sighs, giving up on her quest and finally pulling out her collection of pink clothes. She offers Hayley a pile of frilly dresses in exchange for all her leather jackets and countless pairs of darkwash jeans.

Hayley stares at all the girly clothes in awe.

Well, at least there was nothing sparkly or sequined in this pile.

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Our Girl

Your name: submit What is this?

“I’ll take a beer.” You ordered as you sat down at the bar.

  “Make that three.” Dean added as him and Sam took the place on either side of you. You had all just gotten back from a grueling hunt after hunting some ghouls. You all probably looked a little bit rough or at least you felt like you did. As soon as the beer was placed before you you hurriedly took a swig. Dean’s eyes crinkled as he smiled at you when he took his own drink. Sam hadn’t really paid much attention as he received his own beer.

“You did great on that hunt Y/N.” Dean said clapping you on the back.

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So it’s been about a year since I joined tumblr and I thought it was about time to appreciate some of the lovely blogs that brighten up my dash! However, this isn’t a proper follow forever, but more of a mutuals appreciation post because y'all are cuties. So without further ado…

HOVER over your url because I might have made a comment (I hope it works).
BOLDED are the blogs I stalk my all-time favourites.

A - C

abstergoagent / actualcole / actualhawke / aenseidhe / ajaygghale / alistairy / andrastian / anidewitt / anndewitt / antlered-kitten / apolloette / arachjalaal / astyth / atlasdewitt / aveline-grandpre / aydenpearce / backpat / baldelfmage / belovedgames / between-burning-blades / biotic-babe / bioticdragon / burnedlegate / carmine-brothers / connorskenvvay / corttana / corvoattanah

D - I

daudswhalers / deckofdreams / dedsechacker / deshmondmiles / desynchronisation / dionysus-dreams / dlsinrowe / doomedanyway / draugrs / drinkvigors / ejdolon / fenrism / gamingmakesmehigh / geraltsbooty / hanclsomejack / hawke-vas-normandy / hawkeblocking / hell-yeah-hawke / higherbrainpattern / hightechzombie / human-spectre / huntersandfireflies / hyliandovahkiin / i-am-shepard-commander / inde-anne / intellectual-walrus / iremainatyourside / iwannaplaygames

J - Q

justcallmebooker / kalstedom / kayuisama / kingoftheboyscoutss / knifeofdunvvall / knightcaptain / knightofphoenix / kyrats / larahcroft / leanne-is-smelly / legionofpotatoes / madmanwithastarship / main-menu / maraads / martroid / murderandtiaras / nchuandzel / offbeatbassist / officialtunnelsnakes / princessoftentacles / propertidy / prototypevirus / purple-pyro / queercorvo

R - Y

rahgot / regrowe / robluteces / rosalindwithoutrobert / rouya / sassins / sebastiunstan / sebcastellanos / shadowofsithis / stillupsetoverlegacy / terminus-systems / thedasairways / theharpe / theladyhawke / thelast400days / theworldneedsonlyonebigboss / thievesintime / toctheyounger / troybakerz / ttrevelyan / turianbae / turianfetish / vergilss / vergiluscious / yyagami

+some senpai blogs:​

bonecharm / bookerduhwitt / burialatsky / buymevideogames / chaoticpirate / corvosbooty / eruren / evescontroller / kaldwins / letsgetonwithit / lyriumpotion / mariabarring / mrnathandrake / touchmebuttons / wedontgivethatup / youbettershowup / yrdens



Faking It

A/N: Part ½ So I have a request, this can be a imagine or fanfic, it doesn’t matter. Everyone in the band knows that Luke and y/n really like each other. They constantly flirt and mess around but Luke is also the typical guy that always talk about how hot other girls are, trying to cover up his feelings for y/n because he’s tired of the boys picking on him.

Part 2/2 One night luke is all over a girl, leaves with her, and comes back giving the band the impression that “something” happened. Even though nothing did, he was just trying to make them believe he doesn’t like y/n. Y/n is heartbroken and goes to one of the boys for comfort. Luke thinks that y/n and him hooked up and gets in a fight with the guy. You find have to do this, it’s just an idea. If you take personals, my name is lauren. If you don’t it’s totally fine !

M: Omg sweetie we all fell in love with your idea and here it is (: I hope you enjoy! much love -m 

You were currently sitting in the bands dressing room, your feet propped up on the couch. Being on tour with your best friends was amazing. Every night it was a different city and everyday was new memories.

A large ruckus behind you caused you to draw your attention away from your phone. The boys were running down the hallway piggy back. Luke was riding Calum and Michael was atop of Ashton.

“Lauren!” Calum screeched as he ran by.

Calum tripped on a shoe and went sprawling on the floor along with Luke. Laughter filled the room. You walked over to help them up, reaching down to Luke. His hand reached to take yours and your heart skipped a beat. His blue eyes shimmered.

You began to tug on his arm but with one quick pull he yanked you down on the floor with him and began to tickle you.

“No! Luke!” you squealed as he tickled you, causing you both to giggle. His fingers danced along your skin giving you heart palpitations. You rolled away from him and jumped up, running across the room and grabbing a pillow off the sofa.

“Come near me Hemmings and you will get a face full of stuffing.” you warned.

He considered the consequence before running over and picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” you protested, pouting like a little kid.

“Not until you drop the pillow!” he swung you around in a circle. You hit him on the head with the pillow before dropping it to the floor. He set you down laughing, his smile stretching from ear to ear.

“I’ll get you for that Hemmings.” you stuck your tongue out at him, flipping your hair over your shoulder dramatically.

“Sure sure.” he chuckled. His eyes making contact with yours. Your heart skipped a beat and you smiled widely. You’d had the biggest crush on Luke since you had first met the boys, and there were sometimes where you thought he liked you too.

“Stop flirting!” Michael yelled from across the room.

You and Luke both whipped your heads around.

“We are not flirting shut up.” Luke glared at him.

You tried to brush Luke’s comment off but it stung a little.

“Well how was sound check?” You smiled, pushing his words to the side.

“Good!” Ashton replied.

You smiled back at him cheekily. Luke sprawled out on the sofa running hands through his hair. You bit your lip at the sight. He looked up to see you staring and winked at you. Your breath hitched as you blushed and looked away.

“I’m gonna go change.” You announced as you walked into one of the adjoins dressing rooms.

Quickly you pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans and one of Luke’s shirts you had stolen. You slid on a pair of beat up black high-tops and then skipped back out into the shared room. You could feel Luke’s eyes on you as you walked to the fridge, grabbing a mini bottle of Perrier.

“Nice shirt. It looks good.” Luke commented as you sat on the opposite side of the sofa. You blushed and Calum giggled from his chair.

“How cute.”

“Stop it.” Luke glared at Calum. Luke quickly averted his eyes from you and went back to his phone. 

After a few minutes of random bickering Luke called out. “Woah mate she’s hot!" 

You looked up from your conversation with Ashton to see Luke staring at his phone. 

"Hot girls!” Michael jumped up from his spot in front of the playstation and ran to Luke, hovering over his shoulder. 

You rolled your eyes. Luke was always commenting on how hot some of the girls were that came to the shows and it annoyed you. 

Someone knocked on the door and said the boys had five minutes till showtime.

“She’s gonna be here tonight.” Luke said excitedly. 

You sighed internally to yourself and left to go towards the stage.

After the show the guys had decided to go to a bar a few streets away from the hotel. You arrived with Calum and Ashton, Michael and Luke had gone ahead. The second you walked through the door you wished you hadn’t. 

A tall blonde was perched on Luke’s lap, his hands were on her waist. Your heart sunk in your chest. She was giggling at his every word. It made you sick. 

You ordered a drink from the bar and sat at a table with Ashton, not wanting to hear what they were talking about. 

“Lauren are you okay?” Ashton asked, concern covering his face. Of all the boys in the band you were closets to Ashton. He was your best friend. 

You moved your glare from Luke and the girl to Ashton. 

“Fine.” You muttered, taking a long swig of your drink. 

You looked back over at the two and saw Luke whispering something into the girls ear. She placed her hand on his chest and leaned forward, too close to kissing him. They got up and she pressed her body against his. He placed his hand on the small of her back and led her to a private room in the back of the bar, closing the door behind them. 

You tore your eyes away from what you just saw and looked back at Ashton. He had seen what you did and gave you an apologetic look. 

You shook your head before asking Ashton to order you another drink. 

It had been a while now and they still hadn’t come back. You didn’t want to know what was going on behind that door. 

You struck up a conversation with Calum and Ashton, ever so often your eyes wandering over to the door. Calum had left to get another drink and you peeked again to see the door open and the two walk out of the room. Luke kissed her on the cheek and she giggled at him. 

Luke walked her outside and then came back in, taking a seat next to Michael who whistled at him. 

“Well well, looks like little Lukey here got lucky.” Michael grinned and Luke just shrugged, laughing it off. Luke looked up at you and your eyes met.

Your heart broke. 

You turned away, tears brimming behind your eyes. Ashton saw your expression.

“I’m gonna go.” you mumbled, hoping off the barstool and stumbling to the entrance of the bar. Ashton followed you. 

“Lauren wait!” he called after you.

“Ashton i can’t.” you said brokenly. 

He called a cab for both of you and took you back to the hotel, texting the boys that you two had left. 

You cried all the way to the hotel. Once you got there Ashton took your hand and walked you up to your room. You fished your key from your purse and opened the door. 

The moment you walked in the room you dropped your purse and flung yourself on the bed, sobbing into the pillows. 

“Shhh…Lauren, i’m so sorry.” Ashton said, sitting on the bed next to you. 

“I though..he might….actually…like me..too.” You managed to get out between sobs. 

“Lauren, you’re all he talks about. He never shuts up about you. Thats why we always pick on him about flirting with you.” Ashton admitted.

You looked up at him.

“I’ve just liked him for a long time, and this really sucks." 

"I think you need to tell him how you feel.” Ashton bit his lip.

“He doesn’t like me back, theres no point.” you muttered.

“You’ll never know if you never ask.” Ashton shrugged. 

You heard a door slam down the hall and knew the boys were back. 

“Will you come with me?” You asked Ashton.

“‘Course.” He smiled. 

You got off the bed and wiped the tears off your cheeks. Ashton placed a hand on your head, ruffling your hair fusing i tot look disheveled.

You swatted his hand away and laughed as he opened the door and you both walked out. 

When you looked up you were face to face with an angry Luke. 

“What the fuck Ashton?!” Luke yelled at him, pushing him backwards against a wall. 

Ashton pushed Luke off of him and Luke pressed back. 

“Hey! Stop it! Luke!” you moved in between them, placing a hand on both of their chests. 

“Luke what the hell is wrong with you?!” You shouted.

“How could you hook up with him?” He yelled back, he looked hurt.

“I didn’t hook up with Ashton, what are you talking about?” You said, trying to calm him down.

“You left the bar with him and you both came out of your room together, what was i supposed to think?" 

"We were talking thats all.”

“Oh.” Luke said. “I’m sorry.” Luke said to Ashton.

“It’s fine mate. Just talk this out with Lauren, please."Ash said, before walking down the hall to his own room.

The silence was awkward.

"Luke i have to tell you something.” You gathered the courage to say. 

He looked at you, his eyes expectant.

“Luke i’ve like you for a really long time and never said anything, but i can’t hold my tongue anymore. I just can’t keep waiting. When i saw you with that girl today it broke my heart and i didn’t know what to do. Ashton was just comforting me. If you feel something for me then let me know, but if you don’t then i’ll understand.” You looked down at your feet.

“Lauren..” You heard Luke whipper and you looked up, his eyes were burning into yours. You opened your mouth to apologize for saying everything but your words were cut off by Luke crashing his lips to yours. 

You kissed him back, leaning into him and he rested his hands on your hips. 

You pulled away to catch your breath and Luke smiled at you, his cheeks rosy. 

“I like you too.” he smiled, leaning his forehead against yours.

You smiled, trying to make sure this was real.

“What about that girl?” you asked. 

“Nothing happened with her. I was just trying to get the boys off my case. The whole time i was wishing it was you.” He blushed.

You pressed your hand against his cheek and pulled his mouth back to yours and bit his lip softly. 

“I love you Hemmings, i have for a long time.”

“I love you too Lauren, for a long time.” He kissed you back before reaching around you and opening your hotel room door, leading you inside. 

    ᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ sʜᴀʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀ sᴀɢᴀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ!

  400 followers — it honestly feels like yesterday that i made my follow forever after hitting 200 followers; either that, or time has flown because of all the fun that i’ve had here with you guys. ah, man; i didn’t think it’d actually get to this point, but i’m here! and i’m incredibly grateful. it’s just like i said on my previous list: you guys have made this an experience for me. you’ve made me feel more welcome than i’ve ever felt in a roleplaying community, you’ve made me laugh when i was angry or sad, and it’s never a dull day on the dash when i’ve got all you rays of sunshine to fill it up. i can’t really express in words further than that how much the people i’ve spoken to and the things i’ve done thus far mean to me – it may be just “a blog” to some, but this is kind-of like a second home to me, if i may be so bold! and each and every one of you are kinda like family to me, in some way or another. so thank you, merci, grazie mille, and “thank you” in every other language you can think of! it means a ton to me that you’ve all stuck around all this time, and i’ll always be grateful for that.

  and to show you guys how much it means to me, i’m going to do my first-ever giveaway on tumblr, alongside my follow forever list!! it’s not much, but it’s something to show you guys just how much you mean to me – and it’ll also serve as a personal “thank-you” to whomever wins it. i’ll be giving away icons, mostly, as i don’t have the means (or skills sWEATS) to give away anything else; so without further ado, here are the rules, spots, and how much you can win!

  • you absolutely must be following me, prior to the start of this giveaway. i’ll be checking to make sure that’s the case beforehand. if you reblog and you either aren’t following me, or weren’t following me prior to this giveaway, your entries won’t be counted.
  • reblogs count once, and likes also count once, for a total of two entries!
  • this giveaway starts today, thursday, may 15th, and ends next thursday, may 22nd, at midnight (est).
  • you must be comfortable with giving me your home address, considering the first prize winner will be receiving something from me in the mail.
  • there will be a total of three winners, the prizes of which i will list down below!
  • first place: a total of 100 icons of the character of your choosing. (aka, it doesn’t have to be the character you roleplay, but if that’s what you want, it’s cool!) in addition, i will buy you any one fire emblem: awakening keychain, of the character of your choice – provided that said character is available. (but you win and if you’re not into fire emblem, we can work something else out. c:)
  • second prize: a total of 50 icons of the character of your choosing.
  • third place: a total of 30 icons of the character of your choosing.
  and last but not least — here is my follow forever. again, if you aren’t on it, please do not take offense – as i appreciate you all so very much! these are just people that have made the time on this blog especially memorable for me, and i’d like to take the time out and thank them personally.

near and dear: the people that i’ve found myself become incredibly close to over time, and that have really made an impact on me since i’d started out, both on this blog and roleplaying in general. (ps hover over your name for some comments u v u. )

bakusaijin. blasteredged. themanforflowers. floremipsum. taciturnrider.

honorary archests: whether we’ve spoken plenty of times, once, or none at all – these are the people i admire and respect, both in-character and out of character. seeing you guys on the dash puts a smile on my face without fail, and it makes me glad to know that i’ve got you all around me to lighten up my day. so thank you! (these are in no particular order, keep in mind; they’re only in the order that everyone came to mind. a - also i tried not to write two of the same person’s blog bit i might’ve goofed and done that. s - so …… u v u ; )

messerah. queenlly. salvattor. svikinnar. mortiuum. lovetobreak. iustitae. fourthwielder. feroxchampion. mercenaiire. forsnehjerte. xexuberant. cxndythief. flourpicker. epitomizingperfection. floralwaltz. mortevatem. verdottore. schreckxfreiheit. violatile. mediguards. snowsblower. ornvat. faithfulfriar. wyvernmistress. feiistypants. lxnqu. onewxnged. nisemonoinu. mxgido. umbrafatum. the-tranquil-one. xmidna. archepirata. skywxrd. soteriax. rufescented. tacticalamnesiac. blisteringwaltz. xanomaly. ad-altiora-tendo. vivyre. rxngiku. furyofbahamut. filiusregis.