in a field drinking

aesthetics for the signs

aries: fairy lights, ripped fishnets, disco balls, neon signs, movie tickets, concerts, roller blading rinks, train tickets, listening to a good song for the first time, watching scary movies with friends, screaming until you lose your voice.

taurus: flushed cheeks, playing in the snow, staying up all night to talk to someone you like, caring for someone, hugs, travelling, the sound of a pen scratching against paper, twirling around in a pretty dress.

gemini: finishing a paper ten minutes before its due, sending a risky text, ripped skinny jeans, storm clouds, standing in the rain, screaming into your pillow, making out with someone for hours, blasting your music.

cancer: the colour blue, grocery shopping, holding hands, love confessions, cherry blossoms, sexual tension, making bad decisions, motorcycles, coffee shops, cotton candy, spicy food, sweet talking your way out of things.

leo: long eyelashes, dimples, the feeling of freedom, dancing without a care in the world, buying clothes without looking at the price, lattes, face masks, sharp eyeliner, waterfalls, smirking, making people jealous, blankets fresh out of the dryer.

virgo: campfires, stargazing, old books, rainy days, modern buildings, a steamed up mirror, the rooftop of a building, breathless laughter, the glow of your phone at night, dipping your feet into a swimming pool, a shy kiss on the cheek, glittery eyeshadow.

libra: having someone play with your hair, flirty texts, the colour pink, red roses, high heels, long hair blowing in the wind, hands on your thighs, scented candles, being complimented, kissing someone you like for the first time.

scorpio: spending all your money on concert tickets, bruised lips, getting drunk for the first time, pressed flowers, glitter, polaroids, red lipstick, laughing at 2am, whispering secrets, piercings, making eye contact with someone you like.

sagittarius: an adrenaline rush, ignoring texts, knee high socks, smashing a window, staying out until 5am, freckles, stickers, the colour yellow, cursive writing, museums, laughing at silly jokes, discussing conspiracy theories.

capricorn: city skylines, chocolate, red wine, being pampered, lace bras, silk robes, bubble baths, smelling flowers, bubblegum, piano music, rose petals on silk sheets, expensive perfume, driving down an empty highway at 3am.

aquarius: coloured hair, hot chocolate, a field of flowers, taking long showers, smiling until your cheeks hurt, drinking with friends, the sound of a movie quietly playing in the background as you fall asleep.

pisces: hickeys, ripped denim jackets, bumble bees, rain gently pattering against your window as you try to fall asleep, fluffy clouds, receipts, sunsets, biting your lips, messy eyeliner, discovering new places, scented candles.

i hate being human sometimes like i don’t wanna go to work i’m a faery that should be dancing on a hill in the moonlight somewhere and walking barefoot through the forest i watch over and drinking sweet wine in a field of wildflowers with my court every night

Aesthetics For The Signs

aries: fairy lights, ripped fishnets, disco balls, neon signs, movie tickets, concerts, roller blading rinks, train tickets, listening to a good song for the first time, watching scary movies with friends, screaming until you lose your voice.

taurus: flushed cheeks, playing in the snow, staying up all night to talk to someone you like, caring for someone, hugs, travelling, the sound of a pen scratching against paper, twirling around in a pretty dress.

gemini: finishing a paper ten minutes before its due, sending a risky text, ripped skinny jeans, storm clouds, standing in the rain, screaming into your pillow, making out with someone for hours, blasting your music.

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White people really do not understand the idea of cultural appropriation so I’m gonna explain it to you one y’alls level okay? Bc the absurdity of these counter-arguments I’m getting is out of hand, and I’m tired of arguing with people so far beneath my level on a subject that harms me more than them.

You live in a little village where everyone is identified by the clothes they wear. Everyone in the village has a blue shirt. Your family has a blue shirt with polka dots on it. The people in your village eat lots of tasty yellow fruit with a special mixture of spices and pray to a fruit god every time you eat them. You also eat lots of nuts, but that’s not as important. This is your village’s culture. 

There is rumored to be a village to the west of you, where everyone is given a special toy shaped like an animal when they are born. It is very important to every individual, and means a lot to them. They keep it and polish it all their lives, and it is burned when they die. They eat special starchy balls full of meat, but also once a month,make a drink that honors their dead. This is their culture.

If…

The two villages have grown bigger and bigger over time, which makes them spread closer and closer to eaach other. There are no big territorial battles- the two villages like each other and sometimes share resources. If someone from the first village passes through the second, someone might give them some of their food for the trip and vice versa, so now some people in each village like and sometimes make the food of the other. A few people who have made close friends with people in the other village begin wearing colored shirts like them, or giving their children a special animal doll because someone from that village explained why that was special and invited them to do so. Things from each culture are shared with respect and friendship, and this happened naturally. This is CULTURAL INTEGRATION.

If….

The shirt-wearing village considers itself bigger and stronger. They have invented spears that help them hunt, but think maybe hunting would be even easier if they had more wood from the other villages territory, and less competition. So they decide to invade, fight and kill people in the animal-doll village. They kill some of their stronger warriors and subdue the rest of the villagers. When they are done, they let these villagers into their village as long as they agree to stop carving animal dolls, as long as they agree to learn their language, and as long as they agree to eat and dress like them, and leave their culture behind. This is CULTURAL ASSIMILATION.

If….

People from the two villages see each other from time to time but aren’t all that friendly. The shirt-wearing village likes the look of the dolls from the animal-doll village, and decides to make their own just like them, without asking. They’ve heard the dolls have a complex ceremony and meaning, but they don’t care. To the animal-doll village’s dismay, they learn that the shirt-wearers have been making ‘soulless’ animal dolls that are not connected to a villager, are not prayed over the right way, and in their belief is a dead and cursed thing. They never asked, and they did not follow the rules. In the meantime, many shirt-wearers steal fish from the animal-doll village’s fishing cages, stomp on their crops for fun when they are drunk, and make rude faces at them when they see them in the fields. They learn how to make the special drink they commune with the dead with, but drink it all the time, carelessly, and still won’t talk nicely to the animal-doll village people. They are mostly disrespectful, but still take things from the other village without being nice to them, and without asking. They enjoy the things the animal-doll people make, but do not enjoy them, and cause them suffering. This is CULTURAL APPROPRIATION.

And lastly….

You, a shirt-wearer with a blue spotted shirt, are playing with a toy. Another child comes up to you and in a friendly manner, asks to play. You hand them your toy. This is sharing.

Another day, a different child with a red shirt points at your blue shirt, makes fun of it, and takes your toy. This is stealing. This is more like Cultural Appropriation.

You guys need to learn that there are more ways for a culture to spread than just Appropriation. Cultural Appropriation is not ‘the sharing of a culture’. Fighting Cultural Appropriation does not keep cultures from evolving. It is simply pointing out that consent matters with culture, too, and when you take something from a culture you still disrespect and oppress, it’s not consensual, and the people do not have to let you do it.

the losers club aesthetics

bill denbrough : the smell of fresh cut grass; papercuts; the feeling you get when you chug a glass of ice cold water after a run; sloppy handwriting; bitten nails; being afraid, yet thrilled, about getting lost; sprinting across an empty football field; burning your tongue on hot drinks; photobooths; pushing friends in a cart in the store

stan uris : the first inhale after coming up from swimming; clotheslines; baby blue; freashly clipped nails; cold lips kissing warm hands; tracing shapes on a lovers back; violin music; gasping between kisses; fruit infused water; tears on your best friend’s sweater; calling friends swear words while grinning; the shuffling sound of a deck of cards

richie tozier : jumping into an autumn leaf pile; the feeling of a big drop on a roller coaster; hands caressing a lover’s cheeks; long eyelashes; thin blankets; hickeys; screaming at the top of your lungs; headrushes; throwing a punch at someone; writing on a chalkboard; washing dishes alongside a loved one, humming, and kissing each other’s cheeks; party tricks and hidden talents; 

beverly marsh : french braids; lighthearted debates that turn into yelling matches; ice cream melting on your fingers; fish tacos; button up shirts with dainty underwear; caffeine addiction; long nails tapping on a desk; a sharp inhale when making out; feeling light-headed after a sleep in; winning a stuffed bear at the fair; giving someone a thirty dollar tip; warm coffee going cold; 

ben hanscom : whistling; finding an onion ring in your fries; picking up bits and pieces of languages while traveling; waking up ten minutes early; a collection of partially filled notebooks; the crack of a baseball hitting a bat; the sound of shes against loud wood floors; studying on the green; wearing someone else’s jacket; writing with your non dominant hand; 

eddie kaspbrak : blushing from ears to chest; lightning bugs on your hand; aching fingers and wrists; cursing when spilling coffee over your notes; running your hands over tall grass; doodling on a lover’s skin; your lips and fingers turning red from berries; resting your head in someone’s lap; sloppy handwritten love letters; sneaking into an open window; the moment before you get picked up for a first date

mike hanlon : tilting your face towards the sun; jumping as high as possible on a trampoline; tapping toes to the beat of a song; apple cider; the scent of an extinguished match; broken cinnamon sticks; the smell of sharpened pencils; dancing in the rain; random bloody noses; eating all of the chocolate in an advent calendar at once; 

Better Latte than Never

it’s my birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE 21ST OF SEPTEMBER IS FINALLY HERE, and that means a fic!!! have a destiel coffee shop AU on me. <3

read it here on AO3!!

“What are you having?” Castiel asked with a smile, and Dean’s stomach flipped.

“Um. Regular latte,” he managed to say, and smiled.

“Regular latte,” Castiel repeated. “Coming right up.” He turned away, and began to prepare Dean’s drink, tanned hands picking up a plain white cup which he spun into position onto the coffee machine, glancing up to see whether Dean had noticed. Dean smiled, hoping it came across as ‘impressed’ and not ‘totally smitten’.

Shifting his weight from one foot to the other behind the cafe counter, Dean waited for his latte to be ready. He preferred espresso, if he was honest - but lattes took longer to drink, and just recently, Dean had found himself becoming a professional in the niche field of ‘reasons to take a long time over drinking a coffee in a small cafe’. He’d never even liked coffee that much - it had always been more of a necessary evil, utilized when he’d pushed his sleeping schedule beyond the reasonable limit - but that was something that he’d conveniently forgotten, just recently.

In fact, he could date this very specific amnesia to the exact moment that he’d walked through the door of this tiny cafe, tired in the middle of a long day at work and gasping for something to drink on his lunch break. That had been the first time he’d come, but there had been a second time, and a third… and now it was almost a whole month later, and Dean was still coming in every day.

He wished he could say that it was the coffee at Better Latte Than Never that kept him coming back. The coffee was good – or at least, Dean thought it was, though he was no expert - he hadn’t exactly sampled a whole lot of different brands. In fact, recently, he hadn’t even bothered buying his usual packet of filter coffee when he went grocery shopping. He spent so much time in Better Latte Than Never that he was starting to genuinely worry about the effects of overcaffeination.

After all, maybe those effects included giddiness, and butterflies in his stomach, and a heart rate through the roof, all of which Dean had been experiencing on a daily basis - but if he was honest, Dean didn’t think he could blame the coffee so much as the maker of the coffee for the symptoms.

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“Little Human”

Summary //

“You’re not supposed to be here little human. This isn’t the place for someone like you.”

The sound of her heartbeat is strong in his ears, taunting him, teasing him. Her eyes are scared and his hand is twitching to be on her jaw, tilting it to expose her neck to him. To satisfy this burning thirst he hadn’t felt for so long. He has a rule; never drink from the innocent. As far as he knows she’s an innocent but god she smells divine and her magnetic field is trying to pull him closer. He can’t, he won’t drink from the innocent.

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Y/N gets lost on the way to a Halloween party and Harry thinks her costume is insulting.

“Ow, Kate! Any tighter and I won’t be able to breathe.”

“You don’t need to breathe. Pain is beauty honey, pain is beauty.”

“You know what’s really sexy though? Not passing out in the middle of a party because you’re wearing a corset so tight it’s puncturing your lungs.”

“Oh I don’t know, maybe a knight in shining armour will catch you and carry you home. That’d be a bit sexy.”

Y/N doesn’t party.

Her idea of fun isn’t a crowded house, filled to the brim with her drunk peers shoving their tongues down each others throats. She’d much rather be at home with Kate, her roommate, and her cat watching some awful rom-com. She’s an introvert to a tee, but if there’s anyone who can convince her to put on a ‘sexy vampire costume’, stick on some ripped fishnet stockings and paint on some fake blood, it’s Niall. They’ve been best friends since they were five and she’s do anything for him, including walking to his girlfriend, Lilly’s, house in the dark on Halloween night dressed like a themed stripper. To be fair she did owe him, if he can bail on a night alone with Lilly just to comfort her after her asshole boyf- ex boyfriend breaks up with her over text, then she can spend a night drinking some vodka and tropical juice punch and sitting on a couch between two softcore porn scenes.

“Okay, I’m going. Make sure you let the cat back in yeah? Don’t let your boyfriend eat the left over pizza in the fridge and-”

“Yeah, yeah I got it. Go have fun, text me if you need me to fake an emergency so you can leave earlier. Love you!”

“Love you too!”


She’s been walking for give or take half an hour and considering Niall told her Lilly lives about ten minutes away from her house, it’d be smart to assume that maybe she’s lost. She’d tried to call Niall seven times now to no avail and she’s beginning to panic.

“Niall I swear to god, if i die because you were too busy sucking faces with your girlfriend to answer your phone I am so haunting you. You’ll never get laid again, I’ll be there knocking things over and pushing windows op- Oh!”

Interrupted mid-rant by the body of a stranger, she gasps as she falls to the floor, he balance thrown off by the heels she wasn’t used to. Looking up at him, she stutters for a second stunned by emerald green eyes that seem almost inhuman.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there.”

For a moment he doesn’t say anything, he just stares. He looks angry and it does scare her a bit so when he reaches out his hand to help her stand up she’s hesitant to take it, he notices this and his exterior visibly softens.

“It’s okay, I won’t bite. Promise.”

She let’s out a sigh-laugh as she thanks him and takes his hand, gasping again when she feels how cold it is. She doesn’t think anything of it, putting it down to the late night autumn weather. He hisses when she touches it, quiet enough for her not to notice but not loud enough to mask the sound of her pulse.

“You’re not supposed to be here little human. This isn’t the place for someone like you.”

The sound of her heartbeat is strong in his ears, taunting him, teasing him. Her eyes are scared and his hand is twitching to be on her jaw, tilting it to expose her neck to him. To satisfy this burning thirst he hadn’t felt for so long. He has one rule; never drink from the innocent. As far as he knows she’s an innocent but god she smells divine and her magnetic field is trying to pull him closer. He can’t, he won’t drink from the innocent.

“I um- I was going to a Halloween party but I got lost. What do you mean someone like me?”

“I just meant… I just meant a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be down here wearing- what are you wearing?”

His eyes flicker down to her costume for the first time and he can tell what it is immediately. It’s insulting to say the least, a corset? Does she think vampires are stuck in the 1800′s? And the fake blood dripping from her mouth? Looks more like strawberry syrup to him.

“Oh! It’s just a dumb vampire costume I got from Party City. I’m not too good at pic-”

“You’re right.”

“Huh?”

“It’s a dumb costume.”

Excuse me?

“It’s not even accurate, maybe two-hundred years ago but now? Now it’s just tacky.”

“Well I’m sorry my Halloween costume isn’t historically accurate enough for you. God, I’ve never met someone so passionate about vampire representation. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were one.”

A tight lipped forced laugh leaves him, oh little human girl if only you knew. Silence overtakes them again and he’s overwhelmed by the sound of her heartbeat again. He’s never heard one quite so loud before and he’s always been able to tune them out but it’s like hers is demanding to be heard by him and only him, knows if anyone else of his kind could hear it the way he could she’d have been bitten and left for dead long ago. He hadn’t fed in a while so he figures it’s just blood lust but he has to get her away from him if he’s going to stick to his rule.

“Well I guess I should head home. Sorry, again, about walking into you and all.”

He should be relieved, she’s leaving and he’ll go find some no good criminal to quench his thirst and then he’ll forget about her and everything will be fine. He can’t, however, stop thinking about the what if’s, what if she gets hurt? What if someone like him, without his morals, finds her? What if he never sees her again? These worries fog his mind as she’d walking away and he’s calling out to her before he can stop himself.

“Little human! Hey, little girl wait!”

It takes her a minute to realise it’s her he’s calling for, remembering she never told him her name but little human? That’s odd. Turning towards him, her confused face is met with his panicked one.

“Yeah? Is everything okay?”

“I just… It’s not safe for you to be walking alone this late at night. Maybe I could walk with you? If that’s okay?”

“You want to walk me home? Well, um, sure I suppose that would be fine. I’m Y/N by the way.”

“Y/N… Pretty. I’m Harry.”

Now sure, he knows walking with her doesn’t count as getting her away from him but the anxious feeling taking over him as she walked away was awful and surely he could control himself for just a little while longer. Just until he knew she was safe.


They walked in comfortable silence for the majority of the journey, except for the occasional small talk and him giving her his coat because of her incessant sniffling. The silence was nice, for her at least, it wasn’t awkward and uncomfortable like it was in the alley; it was like quiet between friends who didn’t feel the need to talk. However it was driving him crazy. Knowing her name had somehow made things worse, like when you name a stray puppy which makes letting it go all that much harder. Now, not only is her heartbeat drumming in his ears, now he’s incapable of ignoring the candy like scent of her. The more they walk, the more her heart rate picks up, the more she smells like heaven, the more he wants nothing more than to sink his teeth into her pretty little neck.

“Oh for god sake Kate.”

Y/N’s voice draws him out of his head, noticing that she’d stopped walking and watching her pick up a black cat with one green eye and one blue eye.

“Harry this is Salem, Salem this is Harry.”

Smiling at her, Harry utters a ‘cute’ and reaches out to pet the cat laying in her arms only to be met with a hiss.

“Salem no! Be nice. Sorry about that, he doesn’t really like strangers.”

“I understand, I don’t really like strangers either.”

Giggling, she sets the cat on the ground and moves to unlock the door.

“Would you like to come in? We have some left over pizza in the fridge.”

Faintly, from inside the house she heard the voice of Kate’s boyfriend yell out ‘no we don’t’. Groaning she turns back to Harry, awaiting his response.

“No, I can’t, I need to- I have dinner plans.”

“Oh okay. Well thank you for walking me home. Goodbye Harry.”

“Goodbye little human.”

There it is again, little human, very odd indeed.


“Y/N I’m so sorry!”

“Niall, I’m working.”

He’d been apologising all day and secretly she’s not even mad anymore, just likes watching him squirm.

“Just take your break and talk to me please? I feel terrible.”

Looking up from the table she was wiping down she sighs and grumbles a ‘fine’ before letting her boss know she was going on her break. Sitting down at a vacant table he’s quick to explain himself.

“I left my phone upstairs in Lilly’s room, had no idea you were calling me love. I called you back as soon as I heard your messages I swear, I was so worried when you didn’t pick up. Thought you were dead in a ditch, almost sent out a search party until Kate texted to tell me you were home.”

“It’s okay Niall, I’m not mad. Would’ve answered but my phone was dead and I went straight to bed when I got home. It’s fine, honest, Harry kept me safe.”

“Harry? Harry who?”

“Just this guy I bumped into, literally. He was nice, he walked me home.”

“Sure he didn’t just want to get in your pants love?”

“Niall no! Think he has a girlfriend anyway, said he had dinner plans when I invited him in.”

“You invited him in? Was he hot?”

“He was beautiful Ni but he was a bit strange. Kept calling me ‘little human’ like he wasn’t or something.”

“Maybe he’s not, maybe he’s like that kid from Stranger Things, is she human? Or maybe he’s like Edward Cullen. Maybe you’ve got yourself a vampire boyfriend.”

Winking at her they laugh as she kicks his leg under the table.

“He’s not my boyfriend and I’ve gotta get back to work which means you need to leave.”

“Fine, I’ll go but if you end up in a love triangle with a werewolf and a vampire don’t expect me not to say I told you so.”

“Bye Niall!”


The walk home from work is long and all she can think about is Harry. They’d met so briefly yet he’d managed to completely consume her thoughts. The image of his eyes won’t leave her mind and she can still feel the icy touch of his hand. She doesn’t understand how she could be this hung up on a guy she’d known for what? Two hours? She’d had boyfriends she didn’t think about this much. However what she hadn’t expected was for him to be sat, head in hands, on her porch steps when she got home from work.

“Harry? What are you doing here?”

His head shot up at the sound of her voice and as soon as they made eye contact her pulse was in his ears again. Standing up as she walks past him her scent overwhelms him and he has to put his hand on the wall to steady himself.

“I need to talk to you, it’s important, can I come in?”

“Yes of course, come in. Do you want something to drink?”

“No, no thank you. Look I need to ask you something and it’s going to seem strange and if you say no I understand but if you could just keep an open mind? Please?”

“You can ask me anything Harry, what is it?”

He looks distressed and she’s got her hand on his arm as a sort of comfort but it send electricity down his spine.

“Can I bite you?”

“You want to… bite me? Why?”

Her face changes from concern to confusion in a matter of moments. Can he bite her? Why on earth would he need to bite her?

“That- That’s not an easy question to answer little one and quite frankly I don’t think you’d believe me.”

“Well, why don’t you try me? I promised I’d keep an open mind.”

He eyes her, trying to decide whether or not he trusts her but honestly at this point he doesn’t know if he cares about trust, he just needs to taste her.

“Okay… okay I’ll tell you. Maybe we should sit down.”

Taking his hand, she leads him to the living room. Sitting next to him, she turns to face him. His eyes look worried and it makes her take his hand in hers, makes her think maybe she should just let him bite her if it’ll take the worry out of his eyes.

“Hey, you can trust me okay? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to and you can just bite me. You don’t have to tell me but you can trust me.”

He’s at a lose for words. She’s just going to let him bite her? No questions asked? Why does this make him want to tell her? After staring at her, looking for any sign that tells him to turn and run, he squeezes his eyes shut and breathes in sharply before admitting something unspoken to her.

“Y/N I- I’m not like you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I was born in 1881, I was a writer for the papers and I was sent to Russia to do research on an article I was writing about the war between Japan and Russia. It was there that I met a woman, her name was Juliana and she was not like me in the same way that I am not like you. I fell in love with her, damn near almost quit my job just to stay with her in the middle of a war zone. Two months I stayed with her, hiding from bullets in her tiny apartment just adjacent to the market but you see Y/N we couldn’t hide forever. I got shot, I was buying bread from the market when the Japanese attacked. Juliana, she heard the commotion from the apartment so she hid. When it was safe she came out to me, I was as good as dead, and then she did something; she made me like her. That was in 1904, I’ve been 23 ever since.”

Finally, he looks at her, jaw dropped and eyes shocked. This has to be a joke, surely he can’t be serious, right? He’s not seriously telling her he’s 136 years old.

“So you’re telling me that you’re a… You’re a vampire?”

“For lack of a better word, yes. You don’t believe me do you.”

His shoulders drop in disappointment when he thinks she doubts him, everything in him was telling him she wouldn’t believe him but he had hoped.

“No! No it’s not that. It’s just a lot to process. I mean you’re telling me you’ve been alive since 1881. I just- I don’t know Harry, I’m sorry.”

She knows she’s not making much sense but to be fair neither is he. Sighing he stands up and lifts his shirt, revealing his scar clad abdomen covered now with a tattooed moth. Gasping she reaches out to trace of fingertips over the circular indented skin.

“You’re serious? Like you’re seriously serious?”

“I’m seriously serious little human.”

“And that’s why you call me that? You call me little human because you’re not human?”

A laugh of disbelief leaves him as she asks. Of all the questions he thought she might have, one about a pet name he hadn’t put all that much thought into wasn’t on the list, but he figures that she’s right. That is why he calls her that.

“I guess it is, moppet, I guess it is.”

In the mist of everything that’s being told to her, she remembers why he was here in the first place. He wants to bite her.

“You can bite me now. If you still want to?”

His eyes meet hers and before she can blink she’s pulled down onto the couch and into his lap. He takes her chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilts her head to the side before moving his hand to cup her jaw. She sighs in contentment when he licks the spot he plans on biting, only to be cut off by a whimper when two teeth pierce into her skin which felt a lot like getting two shots at the same time. He moves his thumb from cupping her jaw to stroke her cheek to calm her. When the first drop of blood touches his tongue his eyes roll to the back of his head. It’s euphoric. She tastes like cloud nine and it worries him that he might not be able to stop himself. It’s only when he opens his eyes to look at her that he knows he needs to stop, notices how her eyes are closing and that his hand is the only thing holding her head up.

Pulling away he licks over the spot he bit to sooth it leans her onto his chest.

“Hey, little one, you still with me?”

With a small hum of confirmation he’s lifting her into her arms and carrying her to the kitchen.

“You gotta stay awake for me yeah? Know you’re tired but you need to eat and drink something for me first okay?”

He hears a small, soft ‘okay’ come from her lips as he pulls out some biscuits from her cupboard and some apple juice from her fridge, constantly looking down at her to make sure she’s alright. Walking back into the living room he sits back on the sofa, Y/N in his lap again. Picking up the carton of apple juice he sticks the straw in and holds it up to her lips.

“Here, drink this, it’ll make you feel better.”

He watches her as she drinks it down. He met her yesterday, how could he care this much about someone he’s known for just under 24 hours? How could he care this much about a human? He gives her two biscuits to eat and places his chin atop her head, holding her close to him. He broke his rule, he drank from an innocent, and he can’t say he regrets it. She’s not scared of him like he thought she’d be, she let him bite her. He doesn’t understand what makes her so different but he thinks he likes it, knows he likes her. He thinks he’s going to keep this one.


They sat in the warm after glow of whatever it was that had just happened for about an hour before Y/N had the strength to lift her head and look at him.

“Harry? Can I ask you something?”

“Of course you can, little one.”

“Why me? Why did you want to bite me so bad?”

“Well- uh- I’m not sure, to tell you the truth. When we met you consumed my senses instantly, all I could hear was your heartbeat and you smelt like everything good. And when you were going to walk home alone? I was so scared that you were going to get hurt, I’ve never felt that towards anyone before. I’m not sure what makes you different, but I know that you are. I know that I would really like it if I got to spend more time with you.”

Looking down at her, she’s looking at him like he’d put all the stars in the sky and he knows that if his heart still beat it’d be beating for her. Sure, it doesn’t definitively answer her question, but it’s enough for her. She places he head back into his neck and whispers an ‘I’d really like that too’ as one thought floods her mind.

Niall is so going to say I told you so.

Diana out there cheering on her 5 lil monkeys.

She is screaming for Jason to keep going all the way and when he kicks the ball into the back of the net she is picking up zack and swinging him around “DID YOU SEE HIM GO!?”(i have a headcanon that jason played football to appease his dad but really he liked soccer)

She gets to the gym 40mins b4 game time to make sure she saves the perfect seats that wont block her or the kids when cheering Zack on during one of his basketball games. She records everyone of them and watches it with mama taylor while the kids are busy with ranger duties/school

She makes sure kimberly drinks plenty of water during her track and field comps. She braids her hair back so it isnt in her face and always places a good luck kiss against her temple whispering helpful reminders like “Dont forget to tuck your leg during hurdles”

She lets billy test his robots abilities against her and helps with any adjusting “my mom is happy im in a club even though it’s robot fighting but she never wants to help me with the dirty work….im glad you wanna help me” he made his robot a tiara for when it goes into battle.

She is right next to the coach on the court screaming and cheering on while trini is spiking ball after ball into the opponents side during volleyball games “She might be short but ya kids got a good jump ms prince!”

Diana Prince has a jersey for each kid she wears during every game all homemade.

Ive been reading the Diana Prince adopts Trini au and like the parts where she is just accepting the other 4 as her own had my ass in my feels and i had to share

little archaeology things
  • this stratigraphy is sexy
  • fucking piece of fucking mortar bullshit fuck
  • who decided to keep this tiny ass piece of glass for us to label?? this is a direct challenge to my skillset and i WILL label it
  • is this bone, pottery or a rock
  • lick it just lick it man
  • it’s a rock dude
  • also, who fucking included all this rock in the artifact bin?? 
  • FUCK THE HARRIS MATRIX 
  • i know exactly what lot this stain of dirt on my pants came from
  • who stole my trowel
  • i think i can draw a profile of the layers of dirt on my arms
  • who keeps messing with my level line we’re drawing the profile here dude
  • staying up until 2am writing a field report and drinking with the lads
  • staying up until 5am writing a field report and just pounding lukewarm coffee
  • guys look at this pottery piece i found its so pretty
  • BONE
  • WORM
  • drink enough water guys/take a fucking sip babes/ cracking open a cold one with the lads 
  • calling each other lads
  • bonding over how much we hate the field report and harris matrix
  • getting really excited about artifacts we find
  • dude that’s a beautiful piece of pottery/button/buckle/bone shard!
  • bonding over how much we fucking hate all the damn ass forged iron nails we find
  • is it sandy loam or loamy sand
  • is this 10YR 4/3 or 10YR 4/2 ? 
  • “hey professor is this anything?” “oh yeah man that’s an indian sex stone” “really?” “no its another damn rock”
  • where the hell is that elevation point again?
  • random song singalongs 
✎ 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 | 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕠𝕟 (𝕡𝕥. 𝟙)

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: reader x hansol

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: romance (but not fluff yet)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: I don’t want to spoil it lol

part one  part two


“A tall non-fat latte with caramel drizzle and a triple, venti, soy, no foam latte.” You repeat the complicated order to yourself as you walk into the busy coffee shop. How were you supposed to order all that in Korean? It was your first day at your new job location and you were trying to survive. Your crowded thoughts were distracting you from the biter cold weather.

Somehow, a part of you thought this job would be more enjoyable than you had imagined. Why did you have to run coffee errands if it had nothing to do with your field of work?

“Get those drinks here before the meeting in 10 minutes.”

Your supervisor’s voice rang through your head. You whined as you looked at the really long line ahead of you. You couldn’t exactly tell them to move or hurry up since your Korean was still floppy. You didn’t even know how you were going to order. 

In what felt like hours, you made it to the front of the line. The barista was young and smiled widely, waiting for your order. You repeated the order one last time to yourself before opening your mouth to speak. 

“Do you speak english by any chance?” You crossed your fingers hoping she would. 

“N-not r-realy.” She stuttered shyly and you cried on the inside. You were already late and you couldn’t waste anymore time. But you had to at least try to see if she could understand.

“Um -”

“Do you need help translating?” A tall, pale, blonde male came up next to you. His eyes sparkled and his lips were the prettiest tint of red. You had to snap yourself out of your mezmeration. 

“Do you mind helping me?” 

“Of course, what’s the order?” You explained the complicated order and he just laughs and nods. “That’s a mouthful.”

He repeats the order to the barista in Korean and pulls out his wallet. “Woah, what are you doing?” 

“I added my order in, might as well pay it all together.” He shrugs and gives his card to the woman. “You didn’t have to.” You felt bad for being late and now you have to repay this man you just met. 

After your new friend gets his receipt, you both move over to the side to wait for the drinks. 

“You really didn’t have to pay for the drinks.” You look up at him and again he shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it. It was easier since the people behind us were getting impatient.” He put his wallet back into his pocket.

“I’m Vernon by the way.” He reaches his hand out and you take it. “Y/N.”

“What is a foreigner like you doing in Seoul?” He laughed and you wanted to run in embarrassment. 

“Well, I’m really good at my job, so they recommended me to a company here, and I transferred! ” You hope your explanation would satisfy his curiosity. 

“Wow that’s cool, what do you do?” 

Before you could answer Vernon, you both were called for your drinks. You take the two drinks for your supervisors and Vernon takes two full drink carriers filled with coffee cups. 

“Wow, that’s a lot of drinks.” He scoffs, “Yep, my friends are too lazy to come down here themselves.”

“Anyways, thank you again. I wish I can repay you sooner but I really have to go, I’m really late!” You wave him goodbye as you rush out of the coffee shop.

You zoom through the company’s building, trying not to knock the drinks or yourself down. As soon as you reach your supervisor’s office, you take a breath and fix your hair before entering. 

“You’re late, but you’re lucky the meeting is postponed for a couple of minutes due to one of them being late.” She takes the drinks and you let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

“I’m sorry Cindee, I really tried to be as quick as possible.” She nods at your explanation and you take a seat in her office. 

“They’re ready!” Vivi barges in. Vivi was your new co-worker and mentor. She was full of life and so sweet. 

Cindee and you jolt up from your seats and follow Vivi down the hallways. You were more than nervous to meet the new people you’d be working for. It was your first day and you were already late, so you had to make up for the bad first impression. 

CIndee stops at a door, you couldn’t really tell what the room behind it was since the label was in hangul. “Do not make eye contact unless they are speaking to or of you. And try not to talk since you’re not fluent yet.” CIndee whispers to you and you nod. 

She slowly opens the door and your heels echo in the room as you walk in behind them. You glance up to see a line of boys but immediately look down, avoiding eye contact. 

Cindee greets them and they exchange bows. “This is Y/N, she’s a new stylist on our team, just so you all wouldn’t be uncomfortable having a new staff around.” She explains and they all look at you.

You were guessing this was the moment you were able to look at them. You look down the line of boys, until one catches your eyes. 

It was him.

Vernon. 

Your eyes widen slightly and your mind racing, remembering the previous interaction you had with him. Vernon just smirks and looks away. 

“Now, we can go over the new concepts we had in mind for the next comeback…” Cindee’s voice becomes inaudible as you continue to make sense of this all.

Vernon is the idol you’re working for now? He’s in the group you’ve been assigned? 

Small world, huh?

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part two

author’s note: don’t worry! I’ll make a pt. 2! just get this to 17 notes (: you know the drill (:

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