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The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas

From The Wind’s Twelve Quarters: Short Stories by Ursula Le Guin


With a clamor of bells that set the swallows soaring, the Festival of Summer came to the city Omelas, bright-towered by the sea. The rigging of the boats in harbor sparkled with flags. In the streets between houses with red roofs and painted walls, between old moss-grown gardens and under avenues of trees, past great parks and public buildings, processions moved. Some were decorous: old people in long stiff robes of mauve and grey, grave master workmen, quiet, merry women carrying their babies and chatting as they walked. In other streets the music beat faster, a shimmering of gong and tambourine, and the people went dancing, the procession was a dance. Children dodged in and out, their high calls rising like the swallows’ crossing flights, over the music and the singing. All the processions wound towards the north side of the city, where on the great water-meadow called the Green’ Fields boys and girls, naked in the bright air, with mudstained feet and ankles and long, lithe arms, exercised their restive horses before the race. The horses wore no gear at all but a halter without bit. Their manes were braided with streamers of silver, gold, and green. They flared their nostrils and pranced and boasted to one another; they were vastly excited, the horse being the only animal who has adopted our ceremonies as his own. Far off to the north and west the mountains stood up half encircling Omelas on her bay. The air of morning was so clear that the snow still crowning the Eighteen Peaks burned with white-gold fire across the miles of sunlit air, under the dark blue of the sky. There was just enough wind to make the banners that marked the racecourse snap and flutter now and then. In the silence of the broad green meadows one could hear the music winding through the city streets, farther and nearer and ever approaching, a cheerful faint sweetness of the air that from time to time trembled and gathered together and broke out into the great joyous clanging of the bells.

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Inner Vixen

Warnings: SMUT (Ages 18+)

 

Summary: You’re fed up with being the blushing, shy girl, usually too insecure to return any of Bucky’s flirtatious advances. But with a little help from liquid courage, your inner vixen makes an appearance.

 

Word Count: 3.6k

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Gunshot (a sneak peek)

So… This was written way back in January (yikes), when I first started to write the mafia au fic 8 Days a Week and only @kawaiilo-ren and a couple other people have seen it. You might think you’ve seen it before, because Kait is a babe and she’s been drawing the amazing comic of this scene (and murdering me along the way). 

My plan was to keep this private until it was time to publish it on Ao3 but life is short and I actually like this. People will probably forget by the time it’s published there anyway, oops. 

Under the cut because it’s long. 



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Ignoring his shaking hands is easy, as is turning a blind eye to his pulsating head ache. His body is crashing after riding through the adrenaline waves and he would kill for a nap; but that would make the list of things worth killing for longer and he isn’t sure if he is ready to deal with the paperwork. He isn’t ready to deal with anything yet, he just wants to return the weapon to its true owner and fall into a lifelong slumber.

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swallowedsong  asked:

I didn’t know you snored until a half hour ago but i’m staring at the ceiling fighting the urge to kick you

I’m finally getting back to these bed-sharing prompts! And because writing the last Friends to Lovers with no pining was so fun, here’s another one. ;) (3000 ish words - Rated M, obviously) AO3


“You sure you’re okay with this, Swan?”

“Yeah, no big deal.” Quickly walking past Killian and their one full size bed on her way to the bathroom, she hopes the nonchalance in her voice sounded believable.

It had been a great day. A seriously great day. In what had been an uncharacteristically impulsive decision, Emma had taken Killian up on his offer to come out here with him during Spring Break. She had been just as curious to see the Grand Canyon as to see what it would be like to hang out with her fellow professor outside of the stuffy confines of their day to day life. They’d started out a bit like oil and water when they had first met, his bad boy reputation and constant flirting the exact opposite of her favorite thing. But man, was he persistent. After a few months of sharing an office he’d somehow weaseled his way past a few of her defenses, giving him a well-earned spot on her friend list, a list with very few names. There were other times though, like earlier tonight, with the two of them lying close together beneath a breathtaking blanket of stars, that she wondered if his name was getting closer to finding its way to another list, one she thought she had closed off for new members long ago.

So yeah, she’s perfectly fine sharing a too small bed with Killian Jones, because that isn’t going to be complicated or uncomfortable…not at all. Curse these tiny cabins. As she brushes her teeth she stares at herself in the mirror, taking in the bit of pink on her cheeks from their hours spent hiking in the sun, remembering how they had ached from smiling and laughing at the man on the other side of the bathroom door. God, it really has been a great day. She hopes she doesn’t somehow ruin it by acting weird now. It’s been years since she’s shared a bed with a man for anything other than sex - and sleeping together after that, nope, not on the table. So the idea of just the sleeping is a bit terrifying, even if there isn’t going to be any sex.

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I’m sorry that this is not a prompt (I promise I haven’t abandoned them) but I had this idea in my mind after yesterday’s episode and I just had to write it. I don’t even know what this is, I’m just an angst addict, so yeah that’s pretty angsty but truly romantic at the end.


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Puppy

Reader x Stiles Stilinski

(NOT MY GIF)

*Requested

Imagine: You go to a meeting at Scott’s house, to discuss over the new Beacon Hills’ new threat. There you bump into Peter Hale, who you deeply dislike, because he has precious information. But he makes the mistake of threatening Stiles, your boyfriend, and this get wild.

Word Count: 2252

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Prompts list

1. “She never misses, she never quits, and never loses. If you’re alive, it’s because she wants you alive.”
2. “Because even the sun can envy the stars.”
3. “Cold sunshine fell around him.”
4. “She really couldn’t stand his eyes on her.”
5. “Amazing, isn’t it?”
6. “The truth lodged bitter tasting in his mouth”
7. “I hope one day you’re as happy as you’re pretending to be.”
8. “She’s missing, not dead.”
9. “I ran in the direction of the scream.
10. “Promise me you’ll stay.”
11. “They were looking at each other with the intensity usually reserved for bomb defusion.”
12. “They couldn’t remember a time when they weren’t scared.”
13. “I’m like 20% sure this plan will work. The other 80% means we could die horribly and violently, but honestly it’s a really solid plan.”
14. “If my parents knew what I was doing, they’d kill me.”
15. "I may despise you with the burning white hot intensity of a thousand suns, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”
16. “His capacity for forgiveness wasn’t infinite.”
17. "I’m sorry, but I can’t trust you anymore.”
18. "All of those people are alive right now because of her.”
19. "Stop talking about love for a minute and help me with this bullet wound.”
20. "You were always the quiet one.”
21. "You’ve only heard his point of view. You never asked mine.”
22. "No! I’m tired of doing what you say!”
23. “He was terrified of small spaces and she knew.”
24. “It was the age of screaming.”
25. “There were few things that truly weren’t meant to exist. One of them was…”
26. “They came in a blur of shadows.”
27. "I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me.”
28. “There were only so many things you could hide from.”
29. Her voice could sink ships.
30. "If you take her eyes, she will be blind. But if you take her heart, she will be empty.”
31. “She was broken in a lot of ways, but there was a brilliance in her that he wanted to know all about.”
32. "I saw you staring at each other, I just wasn’t sure if it was sexual tension or murderous rage.”
33. “His eyes drooped, his hands wavered, and then there was a scream of metal tearing.”
34. “He watched, helpless, as the door closed behind her.”
35. “Under normal circumstances he would speak his mind, but, with a gun against his head…”
36. “It was a compelling and convincing argument and for that reason she chose to ignore it.”
37. “He was the picture of health. Which was amazing considering his lifestyle.”
38. “It was as if she didn’t understand the concept of ‘shut up’.”
39. “I believed that nothing could ever replace it. And that belief lasted for forty eight hours.”
40. “The kiss tasted like tears.”
41. "My life is my own to ruin.”
42. "You are cordially invited to go fuck yourself.”
43. "I’d rather carress my asshole with a chainsaw.”
44. “You were saturated sunlight.”
45. “His eyes brimmed with unshed tears but neither of you mentioned it.”
46. “It was already here.”
47. "Just shut up and listen to me!”
48. “You swallowed thickly and looked up.”
49. “Having heard those words before, you suddenly realised their meaning.”
50. “He would never truly admit it, but…”
51. “She stared into the mirror.”
52. “Shh, I promise its all gonna be alright now. I promise.”
53. “He held her for what felt like decades.”
54. “The Sun could never truly divorce the Sky.”
55. “But what would have happened if…”
56. “I know!”
57. “A smile played on his lips.”
58. “T'was wicked.”
59. “Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds.”
60. “Have you done it yet?”
61. “An echoing howl.”
62. “Why cant you just open your eyes and see?!”
63. “Its not right.”
64. “He watched her, never realising that she was watching him.”
65. “Her breathing quickened. He knew what was happening to her.”
66. “Please. Just let me in.”
67. “Sing me a lullaby.”
68. “It cracked and shattered- and with it, so did her heart.”
69. “It just…hurts.”
70. “I laughed and laughed until I couldn’t laugh anymore.”
71. “I cried and cried until I couldn’t cry anymore.”
72. “I did all of this for you. What more could you want?”
73. “Don’t you ever get lonely?”
74. “Gods, you just wanted to drag your nails down his back and tangle your fingers in his hair.”
75. “It was a long time ago, but some people still couldn’t forgive.”
76. “It started without the glamour, without the drama. It started with a smile.”
77. “That was his fourth helping, and I still hadn’t finished my first!”
78. “Where the hell have you been?”
79. “Please just leave me alone…”
80. “It looked like it was getting fun so I decided to join in.”
81. “Oh, come on! It was only the one!”
82. “She fell in love with the tinkle of his laugh and the gleam in his eye.”
83. “Happy ever after? Please.”
84. “Was there ever anything there?”
85. “Gods, he was gorgeous.”
86. “I want to break those glasses with my pelvis.”
87. “The bluest blue to ever freaking blue.”
88. “He wasn’t as tough as they all thought. And she knew it.”
89. “Oh shit.”
90. “You shot me?!”
91. “He didn’t have anyone else, so you always made sure that you were there for him.”
92. “Could you ever truly forgive him?”
93. “I’m sorry, I’ve never seen you before.”
94. “There was a fine line between being sexually frustrated and sexually furious.”
95. “Fabulosity.”
96. “It was your favourite, and he knew.”
97. “Are you sure you’re all right?”
98. “Don’t you die on me.”
99. “03:18AM. You were in for a long night.”
100. “Wow. Just, wow…”
101.“You know, it hurt when I realized that you’re not in love with me. But nothing can compare to the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with her.”
102.“I saw the devil in his/her eyes”
103.“Where the fuck are we? Cause to me it looks like I’m in Kidnapped, USA.”
104.“Steak-out? More like virgin social club.”
105.“I like this bed sheet.” “It doesn’t matter for me, you take all of the blankets and mattress space anyway.”
106.“Did you just lick the side of my face?” “I claimed you.”
107."I like your face.”
108.“Have you lost your damn mind!?”
109.“Please, don’t leave.”
110.“I almost lost you.”
111.“Don’t you ever do that again!”
112.“I think we need to talk.”
113.“I can’t believe I ever trusted you!
114.“Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”
115.“It could be worse.”
116.“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”
117.“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”
118.“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
119.“You lied to me.”
120.“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
121.“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
122.“He’s coming back for you. You need to get out.”
123.“I hope you’ll understand.”
124.“What do you mean he/she’s dead?!”
125.“Stop trying to protect me! All you’ve done is hurt me!”
126.“You tricked me into falling in love with you!”
127.“Don’t fucking touch me!”
128.“You did this for me?”
129.“You can’t protect me.”
130.“Go then, leave! See if I care!”
131.“Why are you up so early?”
132.“Please, take me instead!”
133.“Please don’t argue. You have to leave right now, you aren’t safe here.”
134.“Don’t you dare to ever do that again!”
135.“Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”
136.“I came here to explain what happened, and I’m not leaving until you listen.”
137.“You can’t break my heart like this!”
138.“I wasn’t going to wait around for you forever.”
139.“Run, and don’t ever look back.”
140.“Please, don’t give up on me.”
141.“When are you going to realize that I don’t care?”
142.“I may be an idiot but I’m your idiot.”
143.“Fuck…I feel I’ve been hit by a car.”
144.“Who gave you that black eye?!”
145.“After everything you did, you’re asking ME to apologize for snapping at you ONCE?”
146.“I miss her so damn much, and it’s killing me that she’s gone!”
147"What the hell are you doing here?! I told you I never wanted to see you again!”
148.“Pull over. Let me drive for awhile.”
149.“It reminded me of you.”
150.“No, no, it’s my treat.”
151.“Come here. Let me fix it.”
152.“I’ll walk you home.”
153.“Have a good day at work.”
154.“I dreamt about you last night.”
155.“Take my seat.”
156.“I saved a piece for you.”
157.“I’m sorry for your loss.”
158.“You can have half.”
159.“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”
160.“Sorry I’m late.”
161.“Can I have this dance?”
162.“I made your favourite.”
163.“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”
164.“Watch your step.”
165.“Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.”
166.“Can I hold your hand?”
167.“You can borrow mine.”
168.“You might like this.”
169.“It’s not heavy. I’m stronger than I look.”
170.“I’ll wait.”
171.“Just because.”
172.“Look both ways.”
173.“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.“
174.“Try some.”
175.“Drive safely.”
176.“Well, what do you want to do?”
177.“One more chapter.”
178.“Don’t worry about me.”
179.“It looks good on you.”
180.“Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”
181.“That’s okay, I bought two.”
182.“After you.”
183.“We’ll figure it out.”
184.“Can I kiss you?”
185.“I like your laugh.”
186.“Don’t cry.”
187.“I made this for you.”
188.“Go back to sleep.”
189.“Is this okay?”
190.“I picked these for you.”
191.“I’ll drive you to the hospital.”
192.“What do you want to watch?”
193.“You can go first.”
194.“Did you get my letter?”
195.“I’ll do it for you.”
196.“Call me when you get home.”
197.“I think you’re beautiful.”
198.“Are you sure?”
199.“Have fun.”
200.“Sit down, I’ll get it.”
201.“I made reservations.”
202.“I don’t mind.”
203.“It brings out your eyes.”
204.“There is enough room for both of us.”
205.“You don’t have to say anything.”
206.“Wow.”
207.“Happy birthday.”
208.“I’ll pick it up after work.”
209.“It can wait until tomorrow.”
210.“Cross my heart and hope to die.”
211.“It’s two sugars, right?”
212.“I’ll help you study.”
213.“Stay over.”
214.“I did the dishes.”
215.“You didn’t have to ask.”
216.“I bought you a ticket.”
217.“You’re warm.”
218.“No reason.”
219.“I’ll meet you halfway.”
220.“Take mine.”
221.“We can share.”
222.“I was just thinking about you.”
223.“I want you to have this.”
224.“Call me if you need anything.”
225.“Do you want to come too?”
226.“I’ll still be here when you’re ready.”
227.“Is your seat belt on?”
228.“Sweet dreams.”
229.“I was in the neighborhood.”
230.“Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”
231.“The key is under the mat.”
232.“It doesn’t bother me.”
233.“You’re important too.”
234.“I saved you a seat.”
235.“I’ll see you later.”
236.“I noticed.”
237.“You can tell me anything.”
238.“I hope you like it.”
239.“I want you to be happy.”
240.“I believe in you.”
241.“You can do it.”
242.“Good luck.”
243.“I brought you an umbrella.”
244.“I’ll pick you up at the airport.”
245.“Take a deep breath.”
246.“Be careful.”
247.“I love you.”
248.“I just wanted to make you happy.”
249.“I don’t trust you”
250.“Come with me.”
251.“Do I make you happy?”
252.“You hide it with jokes and sarcasm but I can see how broken you are.”
253.“Can I borrow a shirt to wear?”
254.“I needed someone and… you were the only one I thought of.”
255.“It’s 3am!”
256.“You forgot my birthday?!”
257.“Let me in.”
258.“I need you.”
259.“You can fix this, right?”
260.“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you!”
261.“You look like you’re about to cry. What’s happened?”
262.“I’m scared.”
263.“You’re alive?”
264.“Stay awake.”
265.“You can’t say things like that… Not anymore.”
266.“Let me help you.”
267.“I was so alone… and then I met you.”
268.“You’re an idiot.”
269.“Let’s just lay here a little longer.”
270.“Come here.”
271.“You look at yourself and see nothing but when I look at you… I see everything.”
272.“Just, trust me, okay?”
273.“I can’t promise anything.”
274.“I miss you.”
275.“Why did I ever think talking to you was a good idea?!”
276.“What’s happening to us?”
277.“Can we just go for a drive or something? Like we used to?”
278.“What does it feel like; love?”
279.“I’m not good with words.”
280.“You’re hurt.”
281.“Stop trying to be the hero all the time and just be you.”
282.“That’s why I love you.”
283."You couldn’t save him/her.“
284."I want to hate you, I do, but god, I can’t hate you; not even a little bit. Not even at all.”
285.“Don’t you say that… not you.”
286.“I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat.”
287.“Make me.”
288.“Is that my shirt?”
289.“If you walk out that door… don’t you ever come back.”
290.“Don’t you die on me.”
291.“Please… just leave me alone.“
292.“I can’t keep fighting like this.”
293.“I need you.“
294.“Where were you when I needed you?”
295.“Will you just shut up for a minute and let me think?!”
296.“I just want you to be happy.”
297.“It’s time to say goodbye.“
298.“Please…stay…”
299.“I don’t want to hurt you.”
300.“Just shut up and kiss me.“
301.“Ignore me, I didn’t see anything.”
302.“I wish I could stop loving you.“
303.“I’m scared.”
304.“I’ll protect you no matter what… even if it kills me.“
305.“You knocked on my door at 1 in the morning, to cuddle?”
306.“I can’t do this without you.”
307.“Love is stupid.“
308.“I trusted you.”
309.“No, please don’t!”
310.“I’m not gonna let you get yourself killed!”
311.“I’m with you okay? Always.“
312.“I thought you loved me.”
313.“I told you this would happen.“
314.“What? You think you’re the only one suffering?”
315.“You’re alive?!”
316.“Don’t you try and pin this on me!”
317.“Why are you like this?”
318.“If you really love me, you’ll let me go.”
319.“Why are you looking at me like that?“
320.“I hate you”
321.“Because I love you god damn it!”
322.“Oh well good for you”
323.“I’m not gonna keep having this conversation”
324.“I could hold you forever.
325.“Every time I see you, I fall in love with you all over again.
326.“This is hard for me too!“
327.“Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.”
328.“Close your eyes.“
329.“Will you marry me?”
330.“I’m in love…shit.”
331.“Go on, I dare you!“
332.“Kiss me.”
333.“I’d rather die.”
334.“Please… I need you.“
335.“Mom says if you blow up the house she’s gonna put you for adoption.”
336.“I don’t have a licences to kill. I have a learner’s permit.”
337.“I didn’t do it…. Oh wait that? … Oh, that I did do.”
338.“You’re a psychopath.” “I prefer creative.”
339.“Your existence gives me a headache. Go stand over there.”
340.“Are you always this stupid, or is this a special occasion?”
341.“You gotta stop doing that.” “Doing what?” “Things that make me wanna kiss you.”
342.“Excuse me, I have to go make a scene.”
343.“Why are they all afraid of you?”
344.“Wow somebody needs a happy meal.”
345.“Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?” “Not until four.”
346.“Oh my god, you’re in love!”
347.“Can I kill him?” “No…” “Just a little bit?”
348.“Technically it wasn’t on fire.” “Of course it wasn’t on fire! you completely blew it up!”
349.“Hand over the girl!” “Not gonna happen.”
350.“This is why we can’t have nice things!”
351.“Why are you hiding behind me? What did you do?”
352.“Shut up.” “I didn’t say anything.” “Don’t care, Shut up.”
353.“This weather is almost as cold as my heart.”
354.“Well ‘scuse me, your Grand High Fluffiness.”
355.“So you’re the guy who saved my life?”
356.“Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.”
357.“When is a monster not a monster?” “When you love it.”
358.“You know they’re gonna use the things you love against you.”
359.“Where is he!” “My lady…” “Answer me!”
360.“Wanting McDonald’s is not an emergency.” “Sure it is.”
361.“Did I say you could make me have feelings for you?”
362.“I love you.”
363.“Don’t leave me,”
364.“Fuck it.”
365.“I was just kind of hoping that you’d, y’know…fall in love with me.”
366.“When I said ‘Whatever helps you sleep at night.’ I didn’t mean this.”
367.“You know…that’s not what an apology sounds like.”
368.“I love you from the bottom of my heart, but I don’t trust your cooking. Stay out of my kitchen.”
369.“I am under no obligation to make sense to you.”
370.“I taught you how to pick locks, and this is how you use that skill?”
371.“There are only so many times I can watch you break before I start to crack.”
372.“We wouldn’t be having this
conversation if you had just listened.”
373.“We need to talk about your life choices.”
374.“Stop getting crumbs all over my bed.”
375.“I’m sure that sounded different in your head, but please never say that again.”
376.“Well, if you had woken up properly the first time I kicked you, I wouldn’t have had to do it four more times.”
377.“We shouldn’t be here.”
378.“I think I broke him.”
379.“If we get arrested, it’s your fault.”
380.“All I know is, one of us is right, the other is you.”
381.“Don’t. Move.”
382.“I will be the first to tell you I’m a terrible liar.”
383.“So why did I have to punch that guy?”
384.“You’ve got to stop saying that.”
385.“You just give off the impression that you want to murder everyone you look at.”
386.“You’re lucky you’re cute…”
387.“Are you always like this or is today a special occasion?”
388.“Oh, so you’re on their side now?”
389.“If someone gets nosy, just shoot ‘em.” “Shoot them?” “Politely.”
390.“Can I ask a dumb question?”
“Better than anyone I know.”
391.“Shut up.”
“I didn’t say anything!”
“Don’t care. Shut up.”
392.“How long have you been standing there?”
“Longer than you’d like.”
393.“Do you even know how to drive this thing?!”
“Considering the fact that I almost flew us into that building, I’m going to assume you know the answer.”
394.“This is bad.”
“You said that already.”
“It seemed worth repeating.”
395.“You’re really drunk right now.”
“No I’m not, you’re just blurry.”
396.“Come here.”
“Why?”
“Just come here.”
“No. You’re gonna hit me.”
397.“Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?”
“Not until four.”
398.“Well, this is a nice change of scenery.”
“It’s a jail cell.”
“I was being sarcastic.”
399.“You don’t have to do this.”
“I wish that were true.”
400.“What now?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t think we’d get this far.”
401.“You look…”
“Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?”
402.“You’ve gotta stop doing that.”
“What?”
“Saying things that make me want to kiss you.”
403.“When did you become so smart, oh wise one?”
“Since I stopped listening to you.”
404.“I thought you forgot about me.”
“Never.”
405.“Give it to me.”
“Only if you promise not to kill anyone with it.”
406.“Do you trust me?”
“No.”
407.“You’re smarter than you look.”
408.“I think I’m dying. Well, actually, I don’t know if I’m dying, but I can’t exactly feel my legs.”
409.“I’ll do anything- literally anything- if you would just would let me use it.”
410.“…. What the hell happened here?”
411.“Where did all of these puppies come from?”
412.“I love you more than food. And trust me, I love food.”
413.“Do not throw me into the lake, fuck y-”
414.“I love you to the moon and back, actually, if we were being realistic, it’d be to the next galaxy and back.”
415.“Stop talking- more shots.”
416.“Where did you put my clothes?”
417.“Maybe you should try understanding? You don’t have it the way I do.”
418.“I think I love you, of course it just could be the sedatives talking, but I’m pretty sure.”
419.“Get out.”
420.“You’re mine, and only mine. In the least objectifying sense of the phrase, of course.”
421.“When I said ‘dare’, that was not one of the things I agreed to!”
422.“I hate that I love you.”
423.“Who said anything about kids?!”
424.“Didn’t think you liked to sing in the shower.”
425.“At night, if you’re not in my bed, it feels so empty. In fact, when you’re not here, my life feels incomplete.”
426.“Does it hurt?”
427“Do you really expect me to believe that?”
428“Oh, wow, aren’t you quite the charmer?”
429.“Move!”
430.“Well I guess it’s time to go make a scene.”


btw guys i stole this from @petersparkers so yeahhhhh creds to her x

We Make the Kingdom

Pairing: Yongguk x OC
Genre: Fantasy, with Angst and Smut to come
Summary:  After a vampire attack leaves you almost dead, you are rescued by a group of werelions, powers long thought to be extinct. Upon discovering the same magic flows in your blood, you join their fight against encroaching vampires and another, very human monster, to save the kingdom.
Previous parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 , 6, 78 , 9 (M)


Limbo between life and death is dark and numb and quiet. A perfect place to hide from probing memories of a haunting nightmare. It’s too good to last. The thud of booted feet and cold clink of metal on metal disturb your peaceful oblivion. The sounds drag you unwilling towards the threshold of consciousness. You don’t want to wake up. You don’t remember why, but waking is bad. Very bad.

The boots come closer, kicking wood aside. “I think this one’s still alive.”

“Is there a bite?”

Calloused skin and leather brush your cheek as someone pushes your head aside with a sniff and a sigh. “Yes. About a day or two ago from the smell.”

Hooves rattle the loose stone beneath your scraped feet. A saddle creaks and someone else takes another deep sniff. “She’ll turn soon. Kill her,” the second, deeper voice commands.

“Seems a pity. Looks pretty beneath the muck.”

“She will not be so pretty when she goes for your throat,” the voice replies with an irony-laden half laugh. His tone softens as he adds, “No on can survive a bite like we can, let alone this girl. You’ll-”

“Be saving her. I know, I know. I’ll be quick.”

Despite his words, the knife that suddenly presses against your heart hesitates. Its deadly tip doesn’t even break skin. Your remaining strength rallies to force your eyes open. If you’re going to die, you’re as sure as hell going to at least look the beasts killing you in the eyes. They had everything else far too easy.

The wide eyes that look back at you seem too deep to belong to a monster. The face too handsome too. At least what you can make out as your vision blurs.

“Himchan!”

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Because I literally can’t think of anything better or worse than marrying your best friend. Here’s a post-6x17 drabble for my addled heart and mind. I’ve come up with so many analogies for my frazzled organs today I can’t even keep track, but here’s a new one: My heart has been tossed around in one of those bingo wheels for the last 24 hrs. and it’s starting to bruise. Please pick a number. This is dedicated to a lot of people, but honestly, my Julian (@shoedonym), because her words are the best words; and she let me freak out at her for way too long last night. 

+ The worst thing about being in love with your best friend is that you will always feel compelled to tell them everything. Even when it’s not really for them to know; even when you’re actually kind of annoyed with them, and you want to tell them about how annoying they are being (and, obviously, you would tell your best friend about that irritating asshole you decided to fall in love with). Of course, the worst thing about being in love with your best friend is also, well, it’s the best, isn’t it? Because they will, without fail, want to hear about it.

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Alexander Nylander - Permission

Originally posted by intermissionpenguins

This is based off of a dream I had. I hope you guys like it!

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: Cursing

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten


It was a rainy night in the bright city of Toronto. Drops of water making music on the window walls of an empty apartment. Thunder rumbling off in the distance. The light noise of a 90s TV show whispering in the background. A sweet sound of calm breathing where your head lies.

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Not All Wounds Heal (Part 2/?) (Stark/SHIELD x reader)

Part 1

Tony Stark wasn’t used to being told no.  It would happen from time to time, of course, but it made it no less tolerable with each time; in fact, this time was quickly becoming his final straw as he stared back at the Emergency Room receptionist like she was an alien with three heads, speaking in a language that he couldn’t quite understand. “Do you know who I am?”

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Sexual Tension

Genre: Fluff/Suggestive

Fuckboy!au

Characters: Jungkook/reader

Words: 1223

Warnings: Swearing and a little suggestive

A/n: 1,2,10,50, jungkook x y/n (boyxgirl) enemies to lovers, fuckboy!au Oh for the request I just sent about fuckboy!au jungkook could it be fluff? Thanks!

1. “you look…whoa”

2. “is that my shirt?”

10. “you look cute when you’re angry” 

50. “you weren’t saying that last night”

Originally posted by nnochu

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#Lovingit

Pairing: Jensen x daughter!Reader, JJ Ackles x sister!Reader, Padaleckis
Word count: 1,084

Part 5 of Letters From the Dead


Today was our first trip to the ER. Thankfully nothing too major. Kids get hurt. We were at the park because it was my day off, and her birthday was over the weekend. She was playing tag with a little boy, and fell. She has a set of lungs on her, but that was more over leaving her game than being taken to the ER. Broke her arm, but they said that’s one of the most common injuries in kids her age.

Her cast is bright blue, because her favorite princess is Cinderella. And she wears a blue dress. Ah. To be young.


You sat up and leaned against your headboard, pulling your knees up. “Sorry I just walked off like that.” You said softly. “Not like she could have known.”

“Don’t be.” He shrugged slightly. “You’re going through a lot. I’d be more worried if you didn’t break down now and then, or get overwhelmed. Which is why I’m up here.” Jensen gave you an awkward smile. You looked almost scared for what he was going to tell you. “So, we told Jared and Gen about you, of course, and they told the boys.” That didn’t seem like something to look so weird about. “They’re a bit excited…  Apparently Gen can’t wait to have you and Dan go do a girl’s day, or help you go school shopping.” He chuckled when your face went from confused to a surprised look. “Everyone’s excited to meet you.”

Chewing on your lip, you nodded. “I’m looking forward to meeting them, as weird as this all is.” You told him. “Nothing’s the same as it was, so I don’t have anything to hold onto.”

“You have your friends, right?” They were an hour away, but you could still talk to them.

“Yeah, but I don’t have a computer, and my phone was shut off a month ago.” You pointed out. “I only kept it for the pictures and contact information.” Other than that it wasn’t good for much.

He nodded. “We’ll get you one tomorrow so you can at least talk to them.” He patted your arm before getting up. “Come down when you’re ready. They’ll be here in about an hour.”

You got up. “I need to get used to being here, so I’ll come down now.” Jensen smiled at that. “And I don’t want JJ to think she upset me or anything.”

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love-life-and-wanderlust-deacti  asked:

Yo can I have headcanons/short scenario for the gang finding out their girlfriends were injured and in the hospital? (Each character's girlfriend got injured in their own way, they were jumped, car crash, abuse, attempted suicide, etc.)

okay, so this might suck so sorry in advance. also, i’m not sure if this is what you want, it might be too fluffy, so i’m so so so sorry :( hope you like it!!

warnings: abuse & suicide & swearing

sodapop: it had been two days since the incident. on wednesday, you were working late so soda, being the amazing boyfriend he was, decided to cook dinner for you. it smelled great, however, soda unfortunately forgot about your major peanut allergy. the grilled chicken he made contained peanut oil, which had caused you to pass out cold. you didn’t realize what was happening until you woke up two days later in the hospital with soda by your side.
when you first opened your eyes, soda shed a few tears. it had scared him so much to see you pass out, and to have all the medical equipment strapped up to you to help you breathe. he was so glad that his baby was okay, but also very guilty.
“baby, i’m so sorry. i’m such a bad boyfriend, i don’t deserve you, i’m so so sorry you had to go through that, i will never forgive myself,” he said, tears in his eyes.
you giggled and caressed his soft cheek, “soda don’t say that. i love you with all mu being and i am so lucky to have you.”
he gently took your hand and kissed it, promising himself he would never do that again.

dally: you ran as fast as you could out of that house. you were never going back. you have had enough of your father mentally beating you up, but tonight, it was physical. your nose was bleeding and you had a black eye. you had no idea where you were going but you just wanted out. out of this town, out of your life. suddenly, you remembered dally and ran to bucks. you and dallas weren’t dating, he always was sleeping around with some girl or other but you were definitely best friends and had a strong emotional connection. you watched out for him and he did the same for you. you two would do anything for each other, but none of you would ever admit it.
by the time you got to bucks, something was up. your head felt weird and your eyes felt sunken. everyone stared at you weird while others backed away. maybe it was worse than you thought…
“holy shit y/n, what happened to you?! we cmon lets go to the hospital, this is pretty bad. holy shit, what the fuck happened?”
“it was my father he-”
dally’s grip tightened around your shoulders as he lead the way out of buck’s.
“look y/n, it makes me so mad what he does to you. you deserve so much more you know that? you could do so much more for the world and i have no fucking idea why he can’t see that. he can’t beat you up like that, its fucking wrong, you know i’m so mad right now! say the words, y/n, say the words, and he’ll be out of your life forever.”
dally began to say something else, completely enraged, but suddenly everything became blurry and quiet until everything was black and silent.
you woke up the next morning, surprisingly, dally was beside your side. there was a big bandage across your head and your mouth had a weird taste, like medicine.
“jesus, you’re awake,” dally said.
“guess i am.”
“look y/n, i was real worried about you and it just made me realize-”
“-yeah?”
i had feelings for dallas as long as i could remember. sometimes it seemed like he did too, but with dally, you never really knew.
“it made me realize how much you mean to me. how upset i’d be if you died you know? and i can’t even believe im saying this, it sounds like something fucking ponyboy would say.”
you smirked.
“what?” he asked, you could sense he was worried.
“kiss me.”

ponyboy: you heard the brake slam. your head hit the wheel. it seemed like you heard everything. the smashing of the glass, your car hitting theirs, but the most dominating of all was your screams. and everything went black.
“she’s what? what happened?”
pony felt like his heart stopped when he received the phone call from dally. he felt his fingers getting numb. y/n? his y/n? in the hospital? no. he just was with her 20 minutes ago! this can’t be happening. pony couldn’t feel his voice anymore. he ran out of the house, straight to the hospital.
“Y/N! Y/N!” he shouted as soon as he burst into the room you were.
the nurse soon had him held down, telling him you were okay, but he needed to stay calm.
“ponyboy. pony, i’m alright. i’m so happy you came, it was so scary, i-”
“-shhh, honey. you need to rest. im here now,” he said putting his hand on your chest and began to calm down, realizing his babygirl was okay.

steve: you knew you should be scared when you heard the footsteps. you knew it wasn’t my type greasers, and you were scared.
“what’s up babyyyy..” one of them said, obviously drunk.
“s-st-stay away from me,” you imagined it would be more confident in my head, but when you said it out loud it probably just sounded like a lost little puppy. your heart was beating really fast now.
before you knew it they were beating me up, and beating me good. there were 4 of them, against you. you were pretty small and looked younger than you were. there was blood all over the place.
“let go of her!” was the last thing you heard before everything went black.
you arose a couple hours later with a nurse by your bed.
“where the hell am i?” you asked groggily.
she gently smiled and said, “hello, y/n, i’m your nurse and from what i’ve heard, you got beat up pretty badly, i’m so sorry to hear about that.”
everything came flooding back to me at once, as i felt the large bandage on my arm.
“and honey, there was this young man really worried about you, in tears even. he felt so bad, i’m gonna go call him over right now.”
steve? steve was worried about you? steve was the only one who would be, he’s your boyfriend. you felt content at the fact that steve was worried.
on cue, steve burst through the doors.
“baby! y/n! are you okay? holy crap, i’m so sorry i wasn’t there walking you home. this is all my fault-why are you smiling, did they put you on some drug?”
“no stevey, i just love you so much.”
“definitely some drug.”


johnny: (hey, i usually don’t feel very comfortable doing this, but just this one time. i’m so sorry if this offended you in any way, but there was a warning. i deal with this sort of stuff everyday and if you need someone to talk to, you can always, ALWAYS talk to me.) nothing was okay anymore. everything was falling apart. you cried and cried until you couldn’t cry anymore.
“love, love, are you okay?” my boyfriend johnny asked, obviously concerned, nervous & distraught.
shit. no. johnny did everything for me, he was my everything. he can’t see me in this state, he can’t. it’ll hurt him too much.
“i-i-i’m sorry…i-i-just-..”
he grabbed me and buried his face into the crook into my neck.
“y/n cakes, tell me what’s wrong. i love you so much you know that.”
i was hysterical, but he’s seen me like this before and he knew what was up.
“baby, don’t think like that. you know i could never live without you. i need you. i love you so much.”
i cried even more, how did i deserve him?
he picked my up bridal style, and carried me to the hospital.

two bit: you ran to the bathroom, for the eighth time today, barfing over the toilet.
your boyfriend, two-bit, rushed in after you.
“y/n. maybe we should go to the hospital, this doesn’t look too good…” two said for the hundredth time today, but this time you agreed. you felt horrible.
he brushed your hair and kissed your sweaty forehead, and guided you over to his car.
as soon as you hit the hospital bed, you fell asleep. it was deep and peaceful.
thank god, when you woke up you felt better. they gave you some nasty tasting medicine, and two rubbed your chest while you took it. it really helped that he was with you, he cracked jokes that made you feel better, and he was incredibly caring.
“you doing better, buttercup?” he asked with a playful smirk on his face.
“you betcha, keith.”

darry: the pan sizzled as you inhaled the amazing scent of garlic chicken you were cooking. suddenly, your hand slipped and the pan fell onto your left foot with a crash.
a string of loud profanities left your mouth as tears escaped from your eyes. GOD, that hurt a lot.
soda, who was the only one home immediately rushed into the kitchen.
“y/n are you alright? holy crap, that does not look good. ummmm, lets take you to the hospital and then we’ll call darry. dang, y/n i’m so sorry man that looks bad.”
he said while you were sobbing and hopping on one leg. he supported half of your weight as he dragged you to their car.
the nurse had put some numbing medication on your foot and bandaged it all up. it still burned, but it sure as hell felt better than it did before.
soda was on the phone with darry now.
“darry, yeah, so basically, y/n was cooking and the hot pan fell on her foot and she’s in the hospital. okay, it aint my fault, and its not her’s either! it was an accident!”
“hey, y/n, dars really worried. he’s gonna be over in 5.”
i gratefully smiled.
darry came sooner than i expected. he was real worried and was pacing and jumpy.
“dare bear!”
“y/n, don’t pull that crap with me. god i feel awful. i’m so sorry i had to work late. GOD that is a hue bandage. does it hurt anymore, shit.”
“darry, i’m okay now, calm down. i’ll be able to go tonight and i’ll only be on crutches for two days. i’ll be okay so just relax,” then you added, “i love you.”
he softened and sat next to me, while we spent the whole day talking while he drew shapes on my bare shoulder.

PART 3!!!

Surprise I wanted to put it up now. Sorry I know it’s late a pretty lame update and it hecka sucks but #4 is about to be great. Love you guys!

Rating: PG maybe

It was impossible to sleep that night. The reveal of my art piece was approaching quickly and my nerves were catching up to me.

I got a text from my mum first thing in the morning saying she was so proud and excited to see me. I had picked out what I was going to wear weeks ago.

The black dress hug my porcelain curves, the red lipstick I boldly chose matches my red shoes and hang back.

I felt like I was going to something as significant as the Grammys. My dark hair falling in perfect ringlets as I curl it.

I arrived at the studio early, much earlier than required. I observed the blank space on the wall that would soon hold my masterpiece.

Artwork that I’ve tried to express multiple times in my teenage years but just finally was able to do.

My parents are the first to show up. They race to hug me.

I introduce them to the owner of the art gallery who I met while sketching at a coffee shop. My artwork caught his eye and he said he wanted to see more. I want to say it is because he liked my work more than the fact I was drawing a nude woman.

Many strangers show up. Already with still a half hour left until we start, there is a much bigger turnout than I expected.

The art covered walls feeling much closer together as my nervousness increases.

Calum, Ashton and Michael all show up. Michel brings a girl who I do not recognize.

“Is my art reveal the place you bring a girl on a first date?” I question as the blond wanders away to look at the other art pieces.

“Well I get major props for knowing the artist.” Michael bumps me.

I grin and look at all of them. They are all dressed up, meaning they are wearing button ups. Sure michaels is only half tucked in and calum is wearing blue jeans but it’s really the effort that counts.

“It really means a lot that you guys are here.” I smile at them.

“Aww!” Ashton squeals like a girl before hugging me.

“Have you guys heard from Luke?” I ask nonchalantly.

They shake their heads. I brush it off, I’m sure he is on his way.

When the owner starts calling for everyone to gather together I glance at the door one more, waiting for Luke to make one of his last minute entrances.

I make my way up to the front, while I was chatting with people I didn’t notice them put up my painting. It is covered by a thin cloth so no one can see it.

I glance down at my phone. There is a text from Luke:

Finally couldn’t put off taking ‘A’ out to dinner any longer. Wanna hang after?

I swear I could literally feel my heart being smashed. All of the pieces tearing through my body, desperate to find their way back together. But they were too lost.

He had forgotten and her again Arzaylea got what she wanted. On the night that was supposed to be mine.

I know if he had remembered he would have been the first person here. He would have wanted to come out to dinner with my parent and I after and he would have calmed my nerves before the show.

He wasn’t here, instead he was with her probably fighting.

I feel as I am about to cry. In front of all of these people. Everyone is looking at me, am I crying and not noticing it.

The one say I do decide to wear make up of course I would ruin it.

The owner says my name and I realized he was speaking to me.

“I’m so sorry. what?” I ask.

“Nerves seem to get the best of these young people.” He makes a joke. Many people laugh and I pull together my best smile.

“Why don’t you uncover your piece when you are ready and tell us about it.” He says.

My eyes scan the faces of the room once more. Hoping Luke remembered and snuck in without me noticing. I’m yet again let down.

The thing is I’m not even mad. I’m just so incredibly hurt, this was one of the most important nights of my life and he promised.

I slowly remove the barrier and everyone claps before pulling out their cameras. My mother has been filming since she got here.

“I want to catch my baby girls big moment.” Her words ring through my head.

“It took me a really long time to think of a name for this piece. Eventually I just went with ‘Air’.” I say. “It is painted with oil based paints. To me it represents freedom and individuality.”

My painting has a silhouette girl who is off centered next to a house. It is a pallet of colors. She is holding on to a bunch of balloons that I like to are pulling her up, wherever she wants.

The small room that recently seemed so full suddenly seems so empty. One of the only people I wanted to be here celebrating wasn’t.

I try to swallow back the tears of sadness the blur my vision. One single drop wins the battle as it slides down my cheek, the rest of its arm fallows in its quick descent down my face.

“There is a reason I wants the girl to remain identity less. Because I do think of this as a self portrait but adding something like skin color or hair color could ruin the illusion that this could be any other woman out there. Those fighting for freedom, equality.” My voice cracks as I continue to cry.

My mothers eyes mirror mine, smiling as proud and happy emotions stroll from her eyes.

“Those fighting for love. I wanted this to be a painting that could be looked at and see from so many different perspectives and points of view. See yourself in my work. I do this for the world.” I finish my speech.

The audience stars applauding and as much as I feel it’s impossible I muster up a smile.

“Wow. It is very phenomenal that this piece means this much to you. And it is only through true emotion like this do we find success and beauty in one’s art.” The owner of the gallery starts another round of applause.

I think them all, excusing myself to get some air.

On a day that is suppose to be about me I would ruin it crying over some boy. I painted the girl to be me but I don’t feel half as strong or beautiful as I want people to feel when they look at it.

I’m joined outside by Calum. I wipe my eyes and smile at him.

At least people think I’m crying for a different reason.

He pulls me in for a hug, rubbing my back.

“I’m sorry he wasn’t here today.” He says.

The waterworks start all over again. We pull away from each other i try to conceal myself but I can’t.

He already knows anyways. Everyone knows that I’m so in love with Luke. Everyone but Luke.

“I don’t know why I’m letting him get to me like his.” I rub my face, a lot of my makeup coming off with it.

“He said he would be here. It’s not right and you have every right to be upset. It’s not fair. He is supposed to be here.” Calum says.

I wonder if he knows where Luke actually is.

“Yeah well he has other obligations. Like a girlfriend who he is with right now.” I say.

The surprise etched in his face shows me he didn’t.

“He is with Arzaylea? What? 10 times out of 10 he would rather be with you.” Calum says.

“That’s not true.” I shake my head. Luke and I do have the best fun together but there is something about being in a relationship with someone. You want to be with them all the time.

That’s how I’ve always felt about Luke except we aren’t in a relationship.

“They just fight a lot. I’m scared sometimes he is unhappy but then there is days like this where he forgets about me because he is with her.” I wipe the unders of my eyes.

“I don’t think he ever stops thinking about you.” Calum says quietly. “Do you ever think the reason Luke is so unhappy with Arzaylea is because she isn’t the one he wants to be with.”

Calum seems like he is almost trying to hint something.

“What? What are you saying?” I squint at him through my tears.

“Oh my gosh. You are both so blind. He likes you, as more than a friend.” Calum rolls his eyes.

I shake my head in disbelief “Luke doesn’t think of me that way. I’m nothing more than a friend to him.” My soul breaks as I say that.

More and more these days being with Luke seems to not even be possible. Like a dream I need to give up on.

“Drunk Luke can’t keep a secret from Calum.” Calum speaks of himself which makes me laugh.

I still don’t know if I believe what he is saying.

But what if he is right. All those times I’ve caught Luke staring at me isn’t because he is spacing out. When he tries to make me laugh with horrible jokes or pays attention to me over his girlfriend.

Maybe Calum is right.

I don’t know if I have enough willpower to find out though.

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Those who are Broken | Chapter Seventeen

Everyone has a soulmate. Except the Broken.

Word count: 3000

↬ I. Am. Ready.

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Originally posted by gothdollysedits

“Noona.” You hummed in response, never bothering to look up from your textbook you were reading. “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

That caught your attention.

You looked up at him, a confident look on his face as he looked down at you patiently. Waiting for your response.

When you were out with Jungkook and Taehyung several days ago, you told the younger boy to ask you out at a random moment. Guess that random moment would be now.

“Smooth,” you began, closing your book, “but I think you’re just too comfortable with me.” He frowned in confusion. You looked around the area, watching as students walked and talked with one another. Some leaving the academy building while others entered it. Just leaving the building, you saw a girl walking by herself. She looked cute. Black, curly hair that barely touched her shoulders, and the typical uniform all girls wore. You watched her as she pushed her round spectacles back up to the bridge of her nose. “Ask her out,” you told him, pointing to her as she walked around the academy building towards the back.

Jungkook followed your finger, eyes landing on her. His hidden hair turned the familiar champagne color. “I can’t ask her out!” he said, voice sounding a bit frantic.

“And why not?” you asked, propping your elbows on the bench.

“Because I don’t know her, and it’s embarrassing.” He turned to look back at you, his cheeks colored pink.

“That’s the whole point. You need to take a chance. You may have lost your soulmate, but you need to try and live a little—you go here,” you said, gesturing to the school with your hands.

He pouted his lips cutely. “Can’t I take you on an actual date first before I ask another person out? I need help on dating,” he whispered, looking down at the ground as he kicked a rock.

Why the fuck is he using his cute charms on you?

The little shit knew it would get to you.

“Fine,” you groaned.

He beamed, taking a seat across from you at the table. “Where would you like to go? The movies are a typical date—along with dinner. Maybe the beach?” he asked, leaning excitedly forward towards you, hands flat on the table.

“The beach? Isn’t that several hours away from here?”

“Yeah, but it could be a date for an entire day—” He looked behind you, eyes slightly widening before turning to look back at you.

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The House of Beasts, Part 1

Here is my official first chapter for the House of Beasts!

Summary: Prythian University, the grounds where frat houses wage wars and throw the best parties yet. Feyre, an art student and girlfriend to the Head of House of the Spring House, discovers secrets everyone’s been keeping from her for the last year and a half. 

An ACOTAR/ACOMAF AU, which begins as Feylin then evolves into Feysand. Begins as ACOTAR, includes AU of Under the Mountain, but will focus more on Acomaf. 

Word Count: 2038 words

Once again, thank you all for withholding any hate and supplying only constructive criticism (I really need it!) and sending any requests, suggestions, etc.  

Disclaimer: All characters and some direct and or modified quotes belong to Sarah J Maas, as well as some of the plot points. I take no credit for them whatsoever

Part 1: Parties

I looked across the lush grounds of Prythian University, my cotton robe tucked tightly around the curves of my figure, and I sighed at the wonderfully gorgeous campus that swept across my view. Students walked along, talking together, backpacks strung over their shoulders and heavy books bound to their arms. Autumn kissed the trees that dotted the grounds, leaves collecting within the tracks of students’ footprints. The fall air caressed my skin blissfully and I closed my eyes.

It had been 6 months since I’d moved into Spring House. The six happiest months of my existence, probably.

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Colors (Part 17) [Min Yoongi x Reader]

Genre: Gang - Mafia AU || Angst (m)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 /Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13  / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18

Originally posted by sugakookie



November rain falls through the tattered grey sky like bullets of a pellet gun, hammering the earth and its inhabitants mercilessly. Min Yoongi stands near the window and listens to the rain battering the roof above his head and the window through which he looks at the world dancing below him. People are lost lambs running here there, shielding themselves up with their open umbrellas and looking for a safe space. But to him it’s ‘just rain’. It cleans and purifies, washes away our sins from yesterday, gives us a new beginning.

Rain is sad but rain is fulfilling.

He opens the window, just a little and puts his hand out to touch it.

The sleeve of his shirt starts to get soaked and he doesn’t really care. The sweet smell of rain pours in through the small crack; it’s so full of earth; he inhales it all at once. If he could keep some of it in a jar forever, he would take it with him everywhere. His bed room though always smelled like bitter perfume and cigarette smoke, the air was so thick sometimes he felt like he was choking on it.  And when he couldn’t breathe anymore he just had to get out. He would always leave without a word to anyone; wander around town for hours and hours.

A few days ago he didn’t come back home and stayed out all night just watching the stars. That night Min Yoongi saw the whole universe moving above his head, a sky freckled with so many stars he didn’t even knew existed.  In Seoul the only ‘stars’ you saw were on posters with a twinkling smile. He felt like a small kid who had just seen a real tiger for the first time, except, he has never actually seen one of those either. He has never even been to a zoo or an aquarium, even an amusement park.

On that day, Min Yoongi came to realize how sad his childhood truly was. He was never deprived of any of his materialistic needs. But now that he looks back, a little bit of affection would’ve shaped him into a better human being. He only had a brute for a father and a mother who disappeared from his life, never showed her face again..  He doesn’t really have a fond memory of being happy, like ever and that’s a bit depressing.

Jimin had found him that morning, sitting on a park bench looking all morose.

“Hyung” Yoongi, hearing that familiar voice, had looked back. The boy looked concerned. He always cared too much.

“I watched the stars all night” Yoongi had told Jimin. Jimin sat beside him, a hood over his head and hands shoved deep in the sweatshirts pocket.

“And how’s your ‘path to rediscovery’ going hyung?”

Yoongi had scoffed.

“I’m still looking for inner peace. One of these days I’ll find it.. I think I should just shave my head, it’ll help with the flow of thoughts and new ideas-”

“Don’t worry about that… You dye your hair so much it will fall off on its own.”

They both ended up laughing and sharing a cigarette before walking home together.  Another thing Min Yoongi learned that day was the true meaning of ‘Existential crises, as he was standing right in the middle of it.

Yoongi hears the bed creaking behind him, while he’s still staring out, he doesn’t really make an effort to turn and look at the cause of it. He’s more interested in the outside world; the streets down there have turned into a river of dirt, flowing from one alley to another.  

“Come back to bed” he then hears a sleepy voice behind him. But he chooses to ignore it “Why did you open the window? It’s so cold. Close the window and come back to bed”

He finally turns and looks at the person sprawled on his bed.

Minah sleeps without any manners, she doesn’t sleep on her side she sleeps on both – right in the middle.  But that’s not the only problem; Looking at her just brings back the taste of last night’s whiskey and regret in Yoongi’s mouth. He hates that aftertaste; it’s bitter and burns a pit in his stomach. Her face is covered with her long blonde locks and she’s wearing his t-shirt.

He rolls his eyes and walks past the bed towards the bathroom.

Min Yoongi washes up quickly, runs his finger through his messy hair and studies himself in the mirror. He finds a stranger staring back at him: With tired baggy eyes and face covered in fading bruises. His hair is no longer a shade of green, it’s not any shade at all. It’s just black - Plain, colorless black. He can’t remember the last time he saw his hair in its natural form. He noticed how his skin looked too pale under the burning fluorescent light in the bathroom.  He looked like he was glowing. It was becoming harder and harder for Yoongi to recognize himself these days.

Yoongi steps out of the bathroom, Minah was still sleeping - thankfully. He looks around for his jacket, finds it under a heap of clothes and exits out of the room.

The moment he stepped out of that room a strong smell of fresh coffee wafted through the air and hit his nose buds. His feet automatically chased the source of it which led him to the kitchen. Jimin sat near the dining table reading a book.  He looked up at his hyung once and then went back to reading.  

Yoongi found a mug and poured himself some of the bitter caffeine, sat on the chair in front of Jimin and sipped it quietly.

“We have to move” Jimin decides to speak first, snapping Yoongi out of his peaceful train of thoughts. “We’ve been here for almost a month. It’s time to move hyung”

Yoongi brings the cup up to his lips, first taking in its smell and then tasting it slowly. Jimin always made the best coffee.

“Okay. If you want to-” Yoongi said, sounding a wee- bit disinterested.

“Namjoon already bought Yungshin, his men are looking for us like hounds. Your father is hunting us down too. Ho-seok and I are his top fucking priority right now. We need to move out of here quickly-”

“Have you found Taehyung’s location? Where is that asshole hiding?”

“no..But don’t worry. We’ll find him soon, he’ll eventually come running back to us hyung. Where else could he go?” Jimin said drinking his coffee, turning his attention towards the book again.

“I’ll make all the arrangements to move out ASAP. We’ll be stronger if we’re together, right?”  

Yoongi finished his coffee and got up to leave.

“..Hyung, I need to tell you something else. It’s important.” Yoongi sighed. He was really getting bored of this conversation; one, he was craving a cigarette and two, he promised to see Choi, the old man they owed ten grand to. He and choi were ‘friends’ now, a strange bond formed over drinking together every other day.

He sat down; literally fell on the seat, to show Jimin how disinterested he really was right now.

“What?” Yoongi asked him. Jimin spoke in his body language way louder than his words; Yoongi noticed how he straightened his back and leaned ahead on the table, he looks around nervously, as if looking for the right words to say. He looked like a doctor who was just about to give some really bad news to his patient.

“Hyung..It’s about Y/n.

Yoongi fell back on his chair, hearing that name after almost a month, still for some reason brought a burning sensation in his chest. He could feel – no, he could hear something fizzing up inside of him. He buried you, even though you’re alive, he buried you every day.

And it was working too. He was with Minah every night so he could forget your face; he drank every day with Choi because the taste of burning alcohol was still more endurable than you in his head. But now hearing your name again feels like the nails in your coffin that he hammered for past one month are getting pulled out.

“What about her?” Yoongi asks after a small pause, he did his best to hide the growing strain in his voice.

“Hoseok hyung.. is-” Jimin looked so small whenever he had to confess something. He looked like he was 14 all over again.

“Can you be fucking quick about it. I have important business to attend-” Yoongi scolded him.

“Hoseok is there. With Jin and Y/n”

‘What the fuck.’

Yoongi didn’t say it out loud. The sole purpose of sending you there with Seok Jin, was to keep you far away from this shit storm. Hoseok was one of the ‘co-producer’ of that shit storm, what the fuck was he doing there? He was dangerous. Not in the sense that he could hurt Y/n, but he could attract people who wanted to.

“He went there looking for Taehyung, turns out Jin and __ were in the same place. They were actually living at his house”

Taehyung was living with Y/n, Jin let it happen. This was a fucking joke, it had to be. It had to be, this didn’t actually happen, did it? Should he laugh? Taehyung was dangerous, in a sense that he could kill Y/n. How Jin could let it happen?

“Hyung,..He stabbed her.”

“What?”

He heard the door opening behind him, sound of bare feet dragging on the floor. Hold it in he told himself, hold it in Min Yoongi. The urge to completely dismantle this place and run out of here, he was holding it in with all his might, crushing his teeth and hiding his balled fist underneath the table.

“Taehyung? Did it-” Yoongi asked and Jimin nodded.

“You lied when you said you didn’t know where he is? I asked you 5 minutes ago. All this time, you lied to my face-”

“Hoseok didn’t want to let you know.” Yoongi kicked the table with his one foot in anger and got up.

“How long did you know? How long have you and Hoseok been in contact?”

“About 2 weeks now”

“-And you’re telling me now?”

“Ho-seok said that he wanted to deal with Taehyung himself. I-“

“Who do you fucking work for? Me or Jung “fucking” Ho-seok?”

“Hyung, we need to leave. We’re not safe if we’re miles apart from each other. You can’t protect people by sending them away from you. HYUNG-“

Yoongi was already up and about. As he was about to open the door and run out when a hand landed on his shoulder. He eyed the women from the corner of his eyes.

“Yoongi, are you okay?” Minah asked looking worried.

“Don’t fucking touch me” he snapped at her and she retracted her hand at his warning. And then Yoongi was out in the rain, running somewhere, hoping to find some peace and quiet. His head was screaming again.

Maybe some alcohol could numb it. He needed to see Choi anyways.

He wanted to forget. Forget it all.

…‘Forget’ that he needed you so much right now.

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The Best for Last | Klance circus!au

This is the first time I’m writing in a long time -and the first time I write about Voltron-, so please bear with me if it’s not the best, I tried ;; also, English is not my first language, so if you see any grammar mistakes please point them out and I’ll change it ASAP! Also, thank you to @salamandraimoral​ for letting me use her !au for this, you should go check her amazing art ♥

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I Missed You

Originally posted by ethan99dolan

Request:  since your requests are open: can you write something with pietro? something happy without mentioning his death or (even better) him coming back having faked his death? if you prefer the “faked his death”-version, it could be a little angsty? but a happy ending pls ^^

Pairing: Pietro x reader

Summary: Ever since Pietro died you had been slowly crumbling under the weight of the world. Once simple tasks take you forever to even start and you need Pietro more than ever, little did you know that he needed you just as much. (we’re also going to pretend the twins were a part of the avengers before everything hit the fan)

Words Count: 1295

Genre: slightly angsty, nothing too bad

Warnings: Language

This is my first request, hope you all like ^-^


Princessa…

  “Pietro!” you wake with a start. As you regain your bearings, you notice that the clock reads 3:42 am and groan. It had been like this ever since he died. The bed you once shared felt like an ocean of sheets now, cold and all too big. Don’t get me wrong, You’re proud and grateful of Pietro for protecting his friends, but how could he?  As you lean back into your bed, you start remembering that day, the day where the love of your life, your husband, your soulmate died.

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