it took me so long to crop out the rest of the cast

Little Do You Know // Cole Sprouse

Hey girl, I was just wondering if you could possibly do a Cole Sprouse imagine where you have feelings for him but you think he likes Lili and he has feelings for you but he thinks you like KJ, and like I don’t know he gets like kinda jealous and then somehow confesses his feelings in a super fluffy way 💛💛

I’m so sorry that this doesn’t exactly show the jealousy you wanted and that I took foreverrrr to post this, it’s been a tough week for me (and I’ve only just got my Tumblr up and running again) and I’d like to apologize, but things will get better. I promise x 

Word Count: 1,280

Warnings: None

Characters: Cole Sprouse, KJ Apa, Lili Reinhart, Camila Mendes, Madelaine Petsch, Casey Cott.

“Cole!” You laughed as he threw grapes at you. Your hands were up, trying to defend yourself, but it was really no use, because the childish male in front of you would end up throwing them as soon as you took your hands away from your face. “You’re such a little kid! Stop!” Your cheeks hurt from laughing so much, but you had a huge grin on your face because of the boy sitting in front of you, who you adored so much.

“So Cole, I was wonde-“ you went to ask the recently dyed brunette a question, but were interrupted by Lili Reinhart, your co-star and one of your friends. You weren’t as close to her as you were with Camila, KJ or Cole, but you and Lili did hang out between sets sometimes and you had been to lunch with her a few times.

“(Y/N)!” You heard the familiar voice of KJ call out your name, you turned around, and in those few seconds of you turning to face KJ, you saw Lili sit down next to Cole. You took a deep breath, standing up and giving KJ a hug. “Hey buddy. How has your morning been?” You asked the taller male, sitting back down. You could hear the pair talking about stuff that was meaningless to you.

“Hey, do you guys wanna go out to lunch? Camila, Casey and Madelaine are already out and they’re wondering if you guys want to tag along?” KJ asked, looking at the three of you. You nodded standing up and grabbing your bag from the seat next to you.

“We’ll meet you there. I need to talk to Cole about a few things.” Lili looked at you and KJ, smiling softly. You nodded, looking at Cole and smiling at him. “Just text me when you two are on your way,” you said to Cole, turning around and walking towards KJ’s car, starting a small conversation with him.

*Cole’s POV*

“Why have you not asked her out yet!” Lili exclaims once you and KJ were out of sight, looking at Cole with a wild look in her eyes. She had always loved the idea of you and Cole together, ever since you had started on the show. Cole took a deep breath, shaking his head.

“I’m convinced KJ likes her, and he’s her age, Lili! He’s 19. She’s 19. I’m 24! That’s a 5, almost 6 year age gap. I’m not sure if she like’s that or not.” Cole sighed, turning his phone on and looking at the time, but not before looking at the lock screen, which was a picture of you and him together at your birthday dinner (which had just recently passed. So you had just turned 19. He was turning 25 soon.) He smiled, shaking his head and looking at Lili. “Shall we go get lunch now, with our darling friends, Betty?” He grinned, standing up and slinging his camera bag over his shoulder. Lili laughed, standing up also and nodding. “Of course, my dear Jughead.”

“(Y/N)!” KJ exclaimed, making you, finally, pay attention to him. You looked over at the dyed ginger, giving him an apologetic smile. “Sorry. Lost in my thoughts once again. What were you saying?” You asked, biting on your thumb nail and taking a deep breath. Music from your ‘its so extra’ playlist (it’s an actual thing, guys. Follow it on Spotify @brandenisonn) was playing in the background.

“I was saying, why have you not made a move on Cole yet? You two are so alike, and you are both so happy when you’re with each other. Like, I’m surprised you two aren’t married yet.” KJ laughs, making you blush. You ran your fingers through your hair and took a deep breath. Once you two had made it to the restaurant where you and the cast members would be hanging out, you grabbed your black bomber jacket. Your hands were in the pockets as you walked next to KJ, thanking him when he opened the door and let you walk through first. He muttered something under his breath about losers going first or something like that, but you just laughed, slapping him on the arm.

“Hello, my amazing friends. I missed you all so much, even though just yesterday I was crashing a car with all of you in it!” You greeted your cast members, referring to the last episode you had just previously filmed. You sat down in the booth, next to Camila and taking a sip from her water she had on front of her.

You had all ordered food, and Cole and Lili had joined you, so you were all squished into a booth. All 7 of you. KJ, you and Cole were all in one side of the booth, and Casey, Madelaine, Lili and Camilla were all squished into the other side. You were all eating, stealing each other’s food and laughing.

It had been a pretty long day, so Cole had invited him to your apartment, suggesting that you two could play video games and just eat a bunch of junk food, or binge watch a TV Show.

“Today was amazing!” You exclaimed as you walked into Cole’s small, but decently put together apartment. You placed your jacket on the coat rack that was by the front door, kicking your Converse off and walking into Cole’s kitchen, opening the fridge. “Did you want a soda, Cole!?” You called out, hearing the familiar beep from the PS4 and the start-up sound, followed by a ‘yes please!’

You walked into the living room, placing the two bottles of soda on the coffee table and falling onto the couch, pulling the throw blanket over your legs and watching Cole set the surround sound speakers up. “I’ve never actually used these before.” He laughs a little, untangling some of the wires.

“I’ll be on Instagram; photographing your process.” You laughed, opening your Instagram and seeing you were tagged in a few photos. You saw they were posted by your cast mates, making you let a breath out and open them. The first one was posted by Lili, surprisingly. It was before she had approached you, and you were trying to avoid the grapes being thrown at you by the dark haired beauty that had a huge grin across his face. You scroll down to the next one, which was posted by Camila. It was when the two of you were squished next to each other in the booth. You could tell KJ had been cropped out, but you could just see his hand reaching across to grab the salt. You laughed, the photo being another happy photo of you two. You smiled, quickly turning off your phone when Cole sat down next to you, handing you the controller. “Pick a movie.”

You had fallen asleep long before the movie had finished, your head resting on Cole’s thigh, his arm resting over your side. Cole looked down at you, biting his lip as he started to speak. “I know I don’t show it. And I know you’ll probably never know. You might, but you also might not. I love you so much, I don’t like Lili, I don’t like Madelaine, I don’t like Camila, I like you. I want you to be mine, but I know you probably will never like me in that way. You always tell me I’m your best friend, and it kills me. But I love you so much and I hope that one day, you’ll share these feelings too.”

But little did he know, that you had heard the whole thing, and you loved him too.

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Inked - Jughead Jones

Request: I’m not sure if you can come up with much for this, but maybe getting matching tattoos with jughead/cole? Btw I was wrong was absolutely freaking amazing omfg dude

I was really tired so this sucked aha, and thank you so much! >.< Also I am so so so sorry that I have been MIA for so long <3 Also i’ve never gotten a tattoo so sorry for my failure at life.

Jughead x Reader

Warnings: -

Words: 1,787

Nobody had expected a romance to blossom between you and Jughead Jones. Your relationship was no exception when it came to the phrase, ‘opposites attract’. He was a brooding, mysterious author with a sardonic and sarcastic sense of humour, often shying away from a varied social life. 

You, on the other hand, were the life of the party. Charismatic, sociable, late nights and bright colours were your aesthetic. The two of you clashed personality-wise but somehow you had hit it off from the moment you met.

There was an attraction, a real chemistry between you two that none of your friends could describe. The two of you kept your relationship private, inclusive and intimate. You wanted it to be a real and raw relationship, as you truly loved him and the feeling was clearly mutual.

You were smitten for each other and sometimes the words ‘I love you’ aren’t enough. 

Veronica had proposed the idea during a casual get together in the student lounge.

“What are you doing this weekend (Y/N)?” Veronica was leaning against Betty as the attention in the room shifted to you. You were sat on the couch opposite, legs draped over Jug’s lap and resting against the back of the sofa, in a laid-back position.

“Well I don’t know but I think you’re pretty overdue a party or something. I’m dying here, it’s been way too long, I’m running out of shows to binge on Netflix,” Kevin sighed, sinking into his own chair. You laughed before shuffling across the couch so you were now snuggling into your boyfriend’s side.

“Sorry Kev, not this weekend. It’s our two year anniversary and we were going to do something together, just the two of us,” You linked your arm with Jughead’s, as his cheeks flushed pink. 

“Don’t you always do stuff together… just the two of you?” Archie joked, causing Jughead to throw a cushion at him playfully. 

“So what exactly were you guys gonna do?” Betty smiled, genuinely interested. You and Jughead exchanged looks before you sighed with a shrug.

“I actually don’t know… we were kind of hoping for some suggestions. We want to make it something that’s special to us, something we won’t forget,” You replied. Everyone sat in silence for a moment as they pondered possibilities before Archie made an ‘Oo!’ sound.

“Paint balling… go paint balling… and bring friends,” He grinned and everyone rolled their eyes.

“A romantic anniversary Archie, is that really the best you could do?” Veronica gave him a scolding look and he sunk back into his chair, the grin refusing to subside. Betty tapped her nails against the armrest in thought.

“Romantic dinner, candlelit? Beach walks? Pinterest inspired date?” She suggested, Veronica and Kevin nodding in approval.

“Been there, done that,” You groaned. Jughead rubbed his hands along your sides reassuringly, planting small kisses on your forehead occasionally. 

More silence.

“Oh my gosh I’ve got it!” Veronica shot up, clapping her hands and bouncing on the sofa excitedly. You tried not to smirk at Jughead’s terrified face, clearly anticipating the worst. “You guys want something to like bind you… right?”

You nodded warily. “Just something special.”

“Well… what about tattoos?” She squealed. To your surprise, Jughead actually looked quite impressed by her suggestion, and a chorus of ‘oohs’ sounded from your friends. 

“That’s adorable! They can be something with meaning, symbolism, something that reminds you of one another,” Betty cooed. Veronica looked smug, as she perked a perfectly plucked eyebrow, awaiting your response. Jughead clasped your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze and looking lovingly at you with those heart eyes that made you melt inside.

“Tattoos sounds perfect,” You stared back at him, a small smile forming on your face along with that infamous, smitten twinkle in your eyes.

“Are we sure this was a good idea?” You mumble nervously, picking at your nails as you stood outside the Riverdale Tattoo Parlour. You seemed to forget when you first heard the idea that you’d always had an irrational fear of blood poisoning. You hated needles as well, ever since your first compulsory injection at school. You had previously read, ‘tattoos gone wrong’ stories all over the internet and they had done nothing but fill you with doubt and dread. 

Besides, you couldn’t help but be a bit scared. Tattoos were pretty permanent. You loved Jughead with all of your heart, and he loved you the same, but if the two of you were to ever fall apart for whatever stupid reason, would it really be that easy to erase the engravings on your skin that were supposed to make you think of him.

“We don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable,” Jughead took your hand in his, his thumb drawing gentle circles on your skin. You sighed, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I want to Jug, I really do. I’m just a little bit pessimistic I guess, I’m not exactly the luckiest person alive. What if something went wrong? I just want this to be special, to be perfect you know…” 

Jughead sighed, stepping out of the embrace and tilting your chin towards him affectionately. “I’m gonna be there with you the whole time. Besides, nothing’s perfect. If it doesn’t go well then it still means something, a perfect reflection of our messed up lives and angsty teenage mood swings,” He smirked, causing you to laugh and lightly punch his shoulder. You gently cupped his cheeks before standing on your tiptoes to place a gentle yet passionate kiss on his lips, followed by a soothing butterfly kiss. Your nerves seemed to simmer, as he took your hand and led you into the tattoo parlour. 

Jughead was talking to the man at the counter of the shop, whilst you were browsing designs. You’d only had a brief talk about what you were looking for design wise. You just knew that you didn’t want the design to be huge, just something small and subtle to have on either your wrist, ankle or neck. You had suggested two small hearts, but Jughead opposed. Another idea you had was key and lock tattoos, infinite signs, each other’s names, anniversary dates but nothing had really stuck out.

“(Y/N)?” A voice called out, and you turned around, only to be greeted by an old friend. Josie McCoy, your party pal. You were on good terms, and although you didn’t attend late night raves together anymore, you were still close. You smiled as she instantly went for a hug.

“Jo, what are you doing here?”

“Band hit its three year anniversary, so I decided to cross a tattoo off of my bucket list,” She pulled down the shoulder of her blue crop top, to reveal the word; “Pussycats!” in thick, black lettering. You stared at the tattoo in awe as Josie showed it off with pride. “Anyways, what are you doing here?” She raised an eyebrow at you.

“Well, it’s me and Jug’s two year anniversary too and we decided tattoos were the way to go,” You smiled bashfully and Josie nudged you playfully.

“That’s couple goals right there, I honestly don’t understand how you two got together or how the heck you lasted this long but I live for your relationship. You were polar opposites as well, fire and water, light and dark… yin and yang,” She stood in reflection for a moment before adjusting her kitty ears and saying goodbye to you, confidently strutting out the store, her crop top shoulder slightly pulled down so everyone could catch a glimpse of the artwork on display.

Yin and yang…

A lightbulb went off somewhere in your mind as you frantically searched through the store, looking for a specific design. When you casted your eyes on the matching ‘Yin and yang’ tattoos your mind flooded with pictures in your head of how they would look, perhaps on your wrists. Jughead was indeed the yin to your yang and this kind of dorky but meaningful symbolism was exactly what you were looking for. You walked over to the counter, design in hand.

“(Y/N), this is Jake, he’s going to be doing the tattoos,” Jughead smiled down at you reassuringly as you once again held his hand. Jake shook your hand and sent you a warm smile that helped add to the growing comfort. 

“Hey (Y/N), I’m going to be talking you through the process, how to take care of the tattoo, general things you should be aware of as well as actually tattooing you! Have you guys picked out a design yet?” He was talkative and friendly, and you felt yourself relax. 

“Well we haven’t actu-” Jughead began, but you interrupted him, sliding the design (which had previously been concealed behind your back) onto the counter with a giddy smile.

“These,” You said confidently, beaming up at Jughead, who was admiring the simplistic, black and white tattoos in awe before staring back at you with affection and joy. He looked back at Jake, nodding his head enthusiastically. 

“They’re… they’re perfect,” Veronica took another photo of your matching tattoos, as you stuck out your wrists next to each other, for all to see. The process had felt less painful with Jughead at your side, whispering sweet nothings and comforting words into your ear the whole time, as you did to him when it was his turn. You were still in the phase of cleaning it and getting used to it being there, but that meant you would sit and stare at it a lot.

As intended to, it reminded you of Jughead. The thought of the fact that he had something so similar on his own skin, with the purpose of reminding him of you, sent butterflies through your stomach. You were so in love with him it was crazy.

“Maybe we could get more in the future,” Jughead whispered in your ear, as people stirred around you, trying to get a look. You bashfully smiled at him.

“Like what?” You raised an eyebrow and he looked down in thought for a moment before looking back up at you, straight in the eyes with an evident blush.

“Wedding dates, baby names, that kind of mushy stuff,” He mumbled and your eyes widened. A small pause ensued. “Our bodies could be some kind of journal of our lives and the tattoos tell a story,” He continued, trying to clear the silence his previous words had caused. You felt a wide grin split on your face before letting out a dramatic sigh.

“I mean, being inked was great and all but… I still don’t want blood poisoning,” You shook your head and he chuckled, shoving you off of the couch with a small yelp.

oh wow an imagine get me I’m not dead

Wizard World - KJ Apa Smut

Warning: swearing,smut,daddy kink, time jumps & fluff

A/N: The beginning up until you see the ^^ is all true. I actually met the Riverdale cast on June 3rd in Philly. The rest is just my imagination. 

Enjoy xx

Originally posted by alinok

Today was the day I never thought would happen. I showered and dressed myself ready for the day ahead of me. I found myself lucky to get tickets to Wizard World in Philadelphia and meet my fave KJ Apa. It was hard to get here since it took me 15hrs by bus from Toronto. 

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anonymous asked:

I need a fanfic where Elias has seen Sana from the window when talking about yousef and goes to her room to check up on her and sees her crying 😭 this clip killed me seeing her cry

Elias caught the black figure move away from the window from the corner of his eye and his heart sank. Somehow he just knew. Knew it was Sana and that she’d heard everything. A rough sigh escaped his lips, catching Mutta’s attention. He was lying in the grass just below him, his dark eyes looking up at Elias where he sat in a deck chair. “What’s up, dude?”

“Nothing,” Elias replied, his hand moving to rub the top of head, his cropped hair against his palm. Elias sat for a few minutes, debating what to do. He could leave it. Maybe Sana hadn’t heard them at all? Or he could go check she was okay and see if she wanted to talk. But maybe she wanted privacy. Maybe she already knew. It was her best friend after all. Plus, he wasn’t exactly her favourite person right now.

Elias’ teeth worried at his bottom lip as he considered what was best. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Mutta asked again, still staring up at him. Had he been watching him this whole time? The dude could be perceptive sometimes.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just going to head inside for a moment. Won’t be long,” Elias said, finally making a decision. He needed to check on his sister. She could tell him to go to hell if she wanted but at least he would know he’d tried.

Elias rolled his eyes as Adam shouted after him to get him a drink.

When Elias reached Sana’s door, he hesitated for a moment before knocking three times. “Sana,” he called but no answer came. “Sana, I need to talk to you. It’s important.” Still no answer came.  

“Sana, please,” Elias pleaded, resting his hand on the door knob. “Let me in, please.”

“I’m busy,” came Sana’s weak voice and again, Elias knew. Knew that she’d heard. Knew that she was upset. His heart sank all over again.

“Sana, I didn’t know. I swear I didn’t know,” Elias’ own voice held a pained quality as it spilled against the door, his forehead now pressed to the painted wood. His hands now also rested palms flat against the surface, eyes squeezed shut. “Sana, please let me in.”

Silence hung in the air and he thought she was going to ignore him. After what seemed like forever, he heard shuffling from within her room and he stood back from the door just in time for her to open it. Sana stood in front of him, black make up smudged under her eyes and her cheeks tear streaked.

“Oh Sana,” spilled out from under his breath as Elias reached out and tugged his little sister into his arms, hugging her to him. He felt her deflate against him. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

After a moment, Elias let her go and Sana nodded towards her bed. Elias walked into her room and went to sit down while Sana closed the door behind them. He figured the last thing she wanted was her parents knowing she was upset. Sana took a seat beside him.

“I just… I knew they had kissed but I don’t know, I guess after yesterday I thought maybe there was a chance. Maybe he did like me. Maybe the kiss was a mistake. Maybe I could get over it. You know?” The words came tumbling out of her unchecked, and Elias did nothing but listen while he curled an arm around her shoulder for comfort. “Why not me, Elias? Why not me?” Her voice cracked on the last words. 

Something passed over Elias’ expression at the mention of the kiss. He hadn’t known but he didn’t interject.

Sana’s hand came up to wipe away the tears that were threatening to fall with the back of her sleeve. “And why did it have to be him? She could have had anyone… why him?” She knew Elias didn’t have the answer, they were rhetorical questions.

Her hand pressed to her forehead and her eyes fell shut. She was growing weary. Crying while fasting wasn’t ideal.

It wasn’t just physical tiredness though, she was emotionally drained too. She’d been keeping so much, everything, to herself. Sana needed this, needed someone to unload on. The load felt lighter already. She felt less alone. But she was sure if hadn’t felt at rock bottom that she’d have continued carrying that weight by herself for the foreseeable future. Perhaps it was better this had come sooner rather than later. 

Sana felt Elias’ arm tighten around her shoulders and he squeezed her arm. “I think he,” Elias paused for a moment, as if considering his words. “I think he’s a coward that has taken the easy way out.”

Sana’s brow furrowed and picked up her gaze to look at her brother. “What?”

“Do you think I would have encouraged you if I had known? Do you even think I would have encouraged you if I hadn’t already caught the way he looks at you? His lingering, longing looks? The way he gravitates towards you?” Elias said, the look in his eyes intense with conviction. “Do you think I would risk your heart? My baby sister’s heart?”

“No,” Sana said, the word but a whisper.

“But Sana, you’re the long game and some guys, even good guys, aren’t ready for the long game,” Elias continued, and he watched as Sana’s eyes cast down. “But he’s a coward because he wasn’t straight with you and worse still, he went for your best friend. That’s not okay. I thought he was better than that.” Now it was Elias’ turn to look away, disappointment and guilt written all over his handsome features before his voice picked up again. “I mean, there’s always a chance the guys are wrong. I could talk to him if you wa-”

“It doesn’t matter,” Sana interrupted, her nose sniffling and reddened from crying. “You’re right. I am the long game and if this is what playing is like, then maybe I’m not ready either.”

Elias chuckled at Sana continuing his metaphor and a weak smile tipped the corners of her lips. “It’s Ramadan. I have more important things to be focusing on right now, I can’t be wasting energy on a boy.”

Elias’ smile spread across his face and he reached out to wipe away a stray tear from the corner of Sana’s eye. She may be talking a good game right now but it was obvious she was still upset. A person didn’t just get over something like that in a few minutes but he was happy to see she was determined to try.

“That’s the sister I know and love,” Elias said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I love you too, brother,” Sana replied, that smile brightening more.

Dreaming~Nam Joo Hyuk Fluff

Originally posted by notabyuntae

*GIF is not mine, credits to the owners*

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Your mouth hung open as you stared at the script in front of you. Your eyes were staring at one name, that was said to be your co-worker for this drama. His name was Nam Joo Hyuk. 

You couldn’t believe your luck. You’ve always wanted to work on a drama with him. You thought he was a great actor, and you admired his work. Even though he was an up and coming actor, he was great at his job. 

Honestly you were a rookie actress as well, and you were hoping this drama could be your big break. It was the first time you were playing a lead character, and you were excited, really nervous as well, but mostly excited. 

You were even more excited learning who your co-workers would be. Nam Joo Hyuk, Park Shin Hye, and Seo In Guk. It was an all star cast, and you were honoured to be apart of this drama. You were honoured to be apart of any drama that you got casted in. 

 You looked over at your manager and smiled at him. “So when do I get to meet them?” You asked him excitedly. 

 He chuckled softly. “Well, tomorrow I’m pretty sure. You’ll have to look over the script tonight, and you’ll have a script reading with all the cast members tomorrow morning.” He told you as he looked down to check the time on his phone. 

 You squealed excitedly. “Really? I get to meet him tomorrow?” Your manager gave you a knowing look as you blushed. “I-I mean I get to meet everyone tomorrow?” You asked softly. 

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Small Miracles

Written for @leiascully‘s XF Writing Challenge: May.

Not sure what this is. I started out with the realisation that I’d never written a one-bed fic but this thing ended up as something entirely different. Set during the cancer arc, a bit funny, a bit angsty, just a bit odd.

It wasn’t the fact that it was freezing or the fact that the nearest decent town was fifty miles away or even the fact that the wallpaper in the reception area was the same colour as the dried blood under Mulder’s fingernails. None of those things, either individually or as a collective of annoyances, got under Scully’s skin more than the fact that Mulder knew damned well this whole couple of days had been a charade.

           “Didn’t you good folk see all the posters around town?”

           Scully twisted the sole of her shoe on top of the cockroach that skittered out from behind the desk.

           “I didn’t even see the town,” she muttered to the roach.


           “Just give me my key, Mulder.”

           “Head on over the parking lot there and number four is just to the right. Next to number three.” The clerk gave Mulder a key so large it looked like a novelty one from a joke shop.

           “And I’m guessing that number three is just next door to number two?” Scully held out her hand, preparing to take the weight of her own key.

           The clerk’s eyebrows sunk low. “No, ma’am. Number two is behind the reception, here. Next to number one.”

           She caught Mulder smirking into his hand, fist under his nose, key ring looped over a blood-streaked finger.

           “Scully,” he said, straightening up. “I’m afraid there’s only one room left.”

The words fell out of his mouth with more than a shade of that same smirk tinting them.

Number four was missing a working heater, two-thirds of the thread in the carpet, a wardrobe door and the expert work and tools of a good cleaner. Water dripped into the rust-stained sink, a fly clung to the tar-stained net curtain that barely covered the window. Scully pulled the drape across to blot out the the neon glare of the motel sign. The curtain rings uncoupled from the runner as she pulled on the wand and entire thing down crashed to the floor.

           Mulder laughed.

           Scully dug her nails into the palms of her hand. Angry felt good. In fact, angry was pretty much all she’d felt since the car hit the outskirts of Ira Springs.

           He had taken up residence on the bed, arms under his head, tie flung off and collar opened, television already breathing life into him like a ventilator.

           “Why are we here, Mulder?” She opened the fridge and sniffed. There had been something dead in there recently.

           “Enjoying the Ira Springs MayFest with the good folk of the town, Scully.”

           She pushed the door and it wheezed shut like dying fly. “Now tell me why we’re really here, Mulder. We’ve driven across the country to investigate what is likely a weather or environmental or atmospheric phenomenon, you’ve managed to get yourself into a fist-fight with the local hoodlum and you haven’t even washed his blood off your hands yet, and now we’re in this…” her hands flung out from her sides, “I don’t even know what this is, but we’re here and there’s only one bed and you’re…God, Mulder. Why are you smiling like that?”

           He patted the bed. “Chill, Scully. Didn’t you read the literature I gave you? The Ira Springs MayFest…’

‘Runs for the month of May and offers therapeutic healing, yoga and meditation classes, hot stone and Reiki massage, auric readings…’

‘But aside from those, the festival has a renowned reputation for calming the souls of even the most uptight of folk. The story of Ira Iremos, the town’s founder, told how before he came here he was filled with uncontrollable rage, but no sooner than he settled in what is now the area the motel is built arond, his anger seeped away and he lived the rest of his days mellow and relaxed. He claimed there was a lighter atmosphere, a calming aroma in the air, spiritual fingers that massaged his soul. The now kinder and more generous Ira wanted other good folk,” he used air quotes, “to take the waters too.”

She stalked into the bathroom.

           She filled the sink as Mulder rattled on behind the door. If she didn’t know any better she’d say he was drunk or high. Always generous with his words, this was another level of liberal. She lifted the grey water to her face, splashing it as though it might obliterate not just the continuous hum of Mulder’s voice but the entire day. She looked up at her face in the mirror and sighed. She would go a Reiki massage right now.

           She ran a bath, hoping that Mulder would run out of oxygen before the tub filled. And on the off chance that he had developed the lung capacity of a cave-diver, she consoled herself that if she slipped away in the murky depths of the Ira Springs Motel’s dubious water supply, at least she could go out with the knowledge that Mulder might momentarily enjoy seeing her completely naked, for the first time, before the utter desolation of her death would propel him back to the impulsive, reckless shell of a man he was always just a whisker away from inhabiting.

           She giggled out loud. Where the hell had that come from? The motel shampoo smelled like toilet cleaner. Probably was. But infused with magical properties. She giggled again and rubbed it into her hair.

Mulder had moved to the chair and was asleep, shoes kicked off, legs splayed open, one hand tucked under his cheek, the other resting on his lap. His mouth drooped open. She studied him for perhaps a moment too long – just like he looked at her ass when she bent to retrieve a file he’d requested, or down her top as she sat and he stood over her, lecturing her. She had a sudden yearning for a slide projector and a full five minutes of watching his jawline. She pulled the robe tighter around her and sat on the bed. It was soft and lumpy but a warm fatigue was making her drowsy. Or something.

           The television played on, casting an otherworldly glow in the room. It picked up the blood on Mulder’s knuckles and she dampened a flannel to wipe his hand. He stirred, snuffled out a soft sigh, and shifted to face the other way. His neck was going to ache tomorrow. She slid under the blanket and enjoyed the sensation of peace and calm that slithered down her body. How had a bath in this joint after the couple of days they’d had, managed to leave her feeling so relaxed. It made no sense. But then again, she was in a motel room with Mulder in the middle of nowhere investigating yet another trumped-up case. And she had cancer.

Her life made no sense.

It was freezing again. Why was it so cold now? She snuggled further under the bedding but the odour of mothballs was too much and she inched her way higher. A frigid breeze hit her face and she opened her eyes. Mulder was trying to shut the door, arms full of booty.

           “Mulder? What the hell?” She pulled the blanket up around her chin.

           “I got hungry, Scully.”

           “So you got scooby snacks from the diabetes and heart disease machine?”

           “Funny, Scully. Want to die with me?”

           His face fell as the words hung in the cold air.

And so did the bags of chips and candy. All over the floor. He scrabbled around apologising and gathering the feast in his arms.

           She pushed herself up against the bed head, guilt thrumming through her. “It’s okay, Mulder. Sit here with me. I could go some M&Ms.”

           He handed her the packet and she pulled it open, raising her eyes to his. His puppy-dog expression melted her heart and she couldn’t decide if she wanted to pull him into her arms or to sink into his. She shifted on the cooling sheets.

           “Are you going to tell me why we’re really here, Mulder? What’s the deal with the Ira Springs MayFest? There’s something about this place. I know that.”

           He quirked an eyebrow. “You can feel something here?”

           The chocolate candy shell cracked between her teeth and the sweet filling oozed out. “It’s like the most maddening of feeling stirs you up and then you just mellow out. What’s your theory? Is there a giant marijuana crop growing in the hills?”

           How could he look so hot stuffing chips in his mouth?

           “I don’t have a theory, Scully. But I really wanted to hit that man earlier. Smash his nose over his face. What he said about you…”

           “What, Mulder? What did he say about me?” She lay a hand over his forearm. The cold had left a trail of goosebumps under the fine hairs. “Come under here, you’re freezing.”

           “It wasn’t exactly what he said, it was the way he said it.” His long legs slid next to hers, lean and hard, through thin material of his pyjama bottoms. “Jeez, Scully. Your feet are like blocks of ice.”

           “How did he say what he said?” She pushed her feet under his legs.

           He flinched. “He said you were beautiful.”

           She looked at him. “And you hit him for that?”

           He had the decency to look guilty as he shrugged. “Sounds stupid now. I can’t really explain it, but he sort of leered when he talked and he raked his eyes over you and he stuck his pelvis out and…”

           She ate another M&M. “He deserved it. How’s your hand?”

           His knuckles were lilacy-purple in the odd luminescence of the room. She kissed them.

           She kissed them?

           His mouth popped open. His breath smelled salty. He took a while to speak, just stared at their hands, joined still.

           “Do you get much pain, Scully?” The hitch in his voice took her breath away.

           “I get headaches, deep behind my eyes. They make me nauseous.” She rubbed her thumb over his fingers.

           “Have you had any pain since you’ve been here?”

           She shook her head. “Well, at first I felt so angry – with you, mainly – but then last night I felt this amazing calm descend over me. No pain. No nausea. But that doesn’t prove anything. We’ve only been here a day.”

           “People come here, during May, to get well. It’s been happening for years. Documented cases of the incurable being cured, of the terminally-ill living.” This time he kissed her hand.

           “Mulder, this town is different, but I promise you, it’s not going to stop my cancer from spreading.”

           “But you’re feeling better. You said so yourself.”

           She nuzzled into his neck. “Maybe it’s just the company I’m keeping.”

           “You know I can’t give up, Scully. I can’t stop looking.”

           “I know. And I’m grateful for your persistence. But Mulder, whatever it is in this town, and I suspect it’s something not quite legal, is no doubt just an extravagant placebo. And someone is getting rich off the hopeful and the desperate.” She looked at his profile and added, “there are no miracles in Ira Springs. In May or any other month.”

           His exhalation was long and mournful. She turned towards him and he pulled her closer. “Can we stay a while longer anyway?”

           She chuffed out a laugh. “So you can make more friends?”

           “No, so we can test how long we can sleep in one bed before we’re forced to cross the line from platonic to romantic partners.”

           “Did you really just say that, Mulder?”

           He laughed into her hair. “It’s this place. My inhibitions are all over the place.”

           “I can feel them,” she said, smiling into his chest.

           He moved away. She clasped his lower back and pulled him closer. “I like your inhibitions.”



           “If I said you were beautiful and I stuck my pelvis out at the same time, would you hit me?”

           “Only if you leered at me too.”

           “You’re beautiful. My eyes are closed.”

           She chuckled. “There is a swathe of scientific evidence that suggests the hormones released after sexual intercourse are as effective at treating some medical conditions as conventional pharmaceutical therapies.”

           “So are you telling me that we didn’t need to drive all the way to this hinky town to discover that fucking is better than drugs?”

           “You could have just asked me.”

           He kissed down her face and neck. “Perhaps I could just show you. If you’re sure about this. I don’t want to…hurt you. In any way, Scully.”

         Her fingers grazed the elastic around his waist. “If there’s one thing this disease has taught me, Mulder, it’s that being the sensible one doesn’t always pay. Rationally, I should say no. But I feel more certain about this than about anything in the past few months. And sometimes life offers small miracles.” She kissed his mouth, enjoying the salty residue on his lips.

            “Thank you, Scully. For me, this is a big, hulking, king-sized miracle.”

After, in the eerie glow of dawn, they both silently thanked Ira Iremos for the small miracles of life.        

Rowaelin doctor au

@warriorlorcan Happy holidays from your secret santa!

Description: Rowan is a doctor living in New York and Aelin is a retired assassin. They meet after she is attacked in Central Park and wheeled into his OR…(you guys can’t even imagine the pleasure i got from writing the words “Dr. Whitethorn”…)

Word count: 2,054

Rowan cast an appraising look over the woman on the gurney. Golden hair, turquoise eyes with golden rimmed pupils and shit.

That was a lot of blood. It couldn’t have been all hers, otherwise she’d have left the scene in a body bag.

“What happened?” he demanded.

“She was attacked by seven men half an hour ago. Central Park west,” one of the EMTs said. “A couple heard her screams and called 911.”

“What was she doing in Central Park after midnight?” Rowan said, and swore under his breath.

“I think the real question is how she managed to fell five of them before she was taken down,” another EMT said.

“Don’t tell me we have five more bodies coming in–

“No, Dr. Whitethorn. We don’t. She killed them,” the EMT said.

Rowan nodded, but didn’t respond. He didn’t really care that the woman had killed five men. He was more concerned about the knife protruding from her thigh and the blood soaking through her shirt. He carefully split her shirt open and glanced over the wounds. There were three deep lacerations in her stomach. He took a look at the knife in her thigh. There was no telling how far it went in- he didn’t know the length of the blade. But he wasn’t going to take any chances.

“We need to get her to the OR. Now,” he said firmly. “And get me the head of General Surgery, Dr. Havilliard.”
He turned to survey the team of interns waiting eagerly behind him. “Fenrys, Gavriel, you’re scrubbing in.”

He watched them scurry off behind the gurney. He sighed and rubbed his eyes–it’d been a long night, and he had a feeling this wouldn’t be an easy surgery.

“Rowan,” he heard Dr. Havilliard’s voice say beside him. He turned to face his friend. Dorian was looking as handsome as ever, but drawn and tired. He was the youngest head of General Surgery in all of New York City, and he worked hard. Sometimes too hard.

“It won’t be an easy one, Dorian,” Rowan murmured.

“I saw her on her way to the OR,” Dorian said, “we better get going.”

Rowan and Dorian ran to OR and silently began washing up. They scrubbed their hands and forearms, and donned masks, hair caps, and blue scrubs.

“Dor–I,” Rowan started to say.

Dorian gave him an inquisitive look.

“She’s just so young,” Rowan said after a moment. “She looked so…fragile on the gurney.”

“She’s no younger than I am,” Dorian said, flipping through the hastily prepared chart. Through the window, Rowan saw that the interns and residents prepping the room for surgery.

“Her name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius. She has no parents. No siblings either from the looks of it. Just one cousin, Aedion,” Dorian continued.

“Then we better make sure Aedion sees his cousin again.”

Rowan pressed the button to open the door to the operating room and stepped inside. The interns and residents were gathered around the seemingly lifeless body on the operating table. Rowan and Dorian gave one another grim looks and began.

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In Today’s Magic Story...


  • I’m too old for this nonsense. – Liliana Vess
  • Demon calling her out, and Liliana responds by setting her hair.  If you’re gonna slay a demon, slay ‘em with your looks.
  • Speaking of Demons, Razaketh calls out Liliana’s age.  Rude.
  • Razaketh has flying.
  • What was that?  Involuntary motion?  Is this Razaketh’s doing?  Or is Raven Man taking initiative?
    • Nvm it’s Razaketh.  I think.  Although speaking of Raven Man, he was able to stop Emrakul from warping Liliana, albeit not for long.  Shouldn’t he be helping now?
  • Well this is depressing.  Liliana, a character who always had a way with wit and words, is rendered nothing more than a puppet to Razaketh.  For someone who always took charge to be reduced to this…  I really feel for her…
    • Also, am I the only one expecting Liliana to ask for Raven Man’s help, a la Princess Leia?
  • While being controlled, Liliana rots Chandra’s & Nissa’s hands. Or at least withers them a bit.
  • Finally!  Raven Man!  Nice to see you again!
  • Shut your mouth, Liliana – the dude is the one thing you can hear over Razaketh, and you’re telling him to go away?  I know you’re an independent person, but you’re running out of options!
    • Also, this is a very interesting note.  Raven Man says he’ll leave if she kills her demons.  Just what does his agenda hold…?

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80. “Is your seatbelt on?”

Originally posted by mapleofrph

Haha aw I’m glad you liked it ♡ and that you guys are so nice about my writing since I’m still trying to get used to it after being away for so long hehe ^^ This is a little different, not the usual cutesy stuff but I hope y’all enjoy it nonetheless! 

Workaholic – that’s what he is. And despite the many years you guys have been dating, you had to admit that there were still times his tendencies were capable of getting on your nerves especially when it involved him forgetting the favours you asked of him which weren’t even that many to begin with. You usually only did so on important occasions which was…the bigger problem, you figured.

“What do you mean I- I didn’t take long to get ready,” You huffed, running your fingers through your hair while you struggled to find the right pair of heels in the closet.

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“Yeah step sister, it’s not like you’re my actual brother, blood and all.” Y/N says while leaning into me, her lips lying against my now hot skin that burns under her touch as she ghost her lips along my neck.

Originally posted by luketivist

Words: 3000+

Request: No

Rating: R

Luke’s P.O.V

The strong wind blew through her hair like it was tidal waves brewing through a storm but, that didn’t seem to faze her as she bites down on her ruby red bottom lip before blowing out a thick cloud of air, the boys that sit around her, looking at her with fondness and sensuality don’t even realize that drool is spilling from their bottom lips when she peels her coat together, her breast sending even more blood to the teenage boys pricks as her breasts show more cleavage then her legs.

I watch as a laugh leaves her cherry gloss lips when one of the teenage boy‒ surrounded by her‒with overly jelled hair tells a joke, her small dainty hands slapping down on his skinny shoulder as she clasps her hand over her mouth, trying to contain her soft giggles, the boy with overly jelled hair makes a beaming smile settle on his lips as he takes in the fact that prettiest girl around town is touching him.

But it doesn’t last long when I see her retrieve her hand back and place it in her lap as she plays with the ends of her white and red plaid skirt that hangs dangerously too short. I watch as the boys around her lick their lips when they see her legs fall against each other as she sets up, her chest popping out as her spines curves deliciously.

Just in a matter of time I watch as her eyes beam up when one of the boy’s muster up the courage and speak to her, I watch as her cheeks flare up with a rosy pink sweeping along her cheek bones, before a smile slips on her lips and she stands from the bench, her skirt bunching up higher as she begins to strut her way back into the house. The boys around her all let a look of disappointment and anger set on their face as the boy that asked her out‒I assume‒lets a smile set on his lips as his head full of curls falls before his eyes before he has the strength to brush them out of his eyes and follow her.

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A Turn of Events

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Gif is not mine. Requested by an awesome anon. Prompt: Pansy is jealous of the reader and cuts off her long hair, leaving it shorter than Draco’s. However, this doesn’t sit well with Draco as he tries his hardest to bring a smile back to your beautiful face.

This is Part 1, Part 2 can be found here (x)

The (h/c) haired student sat next to the blond, her hand resting on his arm laughing at something he had said. Her laugh causing a smile to appear on his face, before laughing himself due to the contagiousness of her bubbly attitude. 

Amidst the sea of students at the Slytherin table, the two students did not stick out in the slightest, except to one bitter-fuelled girl who glared daggers at the couple. She would definitely out-perform the Slytherin emblem in her craftiness and cunning antics, which in nature, were of a vengeful kind. 

As sleep succumbed the naïve female after a not-out-of-the-ordinary eventful day the embodiment of jealousy set to work. Soundlessly sleeping, her victim would awake hours later to her handiwork without the faintest idea as to whom could have done it.

 "(Y/n)! Please look at me, I’m worried about you! This isn’t like you.“ Draco was in a full blown panic when his cheerful girlfriend was absent from breakfast, without even eating, he took it upon himself to find out why. Luckily, he was quick to find her in the Slytherin Common Room sat on the emerald single seater eyes boring into the flames of the fireplace. 

Her eyes slowly looking up meeting the slender boy’s blues. Tear stained cheeks and watery (h/c) orbs were the first things Draco noticed. "Hey, what’s wrong?!” Draco said with urgency, his tone not raising more than a loud whisper. (Y/n) couldn’t find the words to speak, even if she had she doubted she could physically get them out at this moment. 

Patiently her boyfriend waited, squeezing beside her in the chair, she shifted accounting for the space he needed. He sat next to her rubbing circles on her back before pulling her into a tight embrace of security. 

The girl fidgeted before pulling off the woollen hat that hid her current shame, with a shaky, tear-inducing voice she spoke, “I woke up this morning and someone has cut off my hair.” The floodgates were open as she hid her face into his chest. 

Appalled, Draco’s mouth hung open for a second before he closed it and regained his composure to comfort his love. “Shhh,” he whispered, “it’s ok.” The female Slytherin sighed shakily before falling silent, the tears had all gone and she was left gazing into her boyfriend’s eyes looking for support which she found almost instantly. 

Letting go of her slightly, he assured his intentions were of a beneficial, helpful manner, “Let me get you a glass of water, I don’t want you ending up with a headache from dehydration." 

A glass in hand, Draco walked back to the (h/c) girl who had seemed to calm down, but an evident look of deflation was present on her usually smiling face. He did not like this look at all and vowed to do all in his power to reverse this - the person who caused her this grief will regret it. 

A tentative hand grabbed the glass from his hand, snapping him out of his loathing strain of thoughts. 

"You know, you actually look quite sexy with your hair short.” The male blurted out, to which the girl blushed and averted eye contact. 

Looking back to him with a bashful smile she asked, “Do you really like it this short? her confidence diminished as she realised something, “It’s not even at all.” Her stomach dropped, her boyfriend’s kind words only helped so much but the thought of facing the school like this was utterly terrifying. 

“Nothing a bit of magic can’t fix.” With a wave of his wand, a skilled charm was cast that styled the unevenly cropped hair into a beautiful hairstyle. “Perfect. Just like you.” He bent down and placed a kiss on your head. 

As dinner time rolled around Pansy Parkinson rounded up her slaves of mindless followers she called friends and promised that they would not want to miss this. 

A bubbly young Slytherin with her boyfriend, Draco Malfoy in tow, strode into the Great Hall with new found confidence and a new hairdo.

 "Wow, is that (y/n)?!“ Said a Slytherin student amongst Pansy’s group with amazement and bulged eyes, Pansy’s eye, however, twitched in anger and disbelief. 

The aforementioned Slytherin student who was filled with amazement approached (y/n), "Your hair is amazing! I love it!" 

"Thank you!” you smiled shyly.

Draco took his girlfriend’s hand and sat at their usual spot. 

Happy once again, the pain of bullying set behind you but not completely forgotten, you enjoyed the wonderful food the feast offered. Resting your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder (y/n) said to him, “Thank you, for everything." 

He lifted your hand to his lips and kissed it gently, "You really do look lovely you know. Always have, always will”

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Heaven’s Will || Minghao || Pt. 2

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // Pt. 4 // Pt. 5 //

Word Count: 2599

Genre: historical China AU, angst, historical!au, China Line

Summary: The winds were changing and the civilians were no longer happy with your brother as Emperor. Many said that the Mandate of Heaven was now in the hands of another and rebellion groups grew larger day by day. With all this going on, you still found the time to worry about who was on the other end of your red string of fate. (Important terms)

“This week’s show,” Hou Yean smiled, “tragedy.”

Junhui nodded, humming, “Great.”

Minghao sat on one of the crates, observing the crew. He wouldn’t be able to participate in this one. It would be played off as if he had gotten into an accident during rehearsals, which was a complete lie. Minghao was the most nimble of their cast and every person who frequents the theater knew this. Minghao let out a sigh of disappointment; he’d miss out on a chance of playing the lead again.


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Admin O requested a smut based on “I’m Him” and this is what she got from Admin R.

Warning: Smut

You were getting ready for the night in the back of the club. You’d arrived super early to be sure your performance was spot on.  You had special guests in the club tonight and your boss wanted everything perfect. SMTM4 were doing a bunch of solo acts and you were dancing. You were still in your leggings and tank from earlier, waiting to change into your outfit right before the show. The dressing room was a buzz with your honored guests. You flipped your hair over your shoulder, the curls brushing your waist as you conversed with your choreographer. A presence behind you drew your attention, “Yes?” you asked. One of the special guests was behind you. “Is there something wrong?” You blinked. He had a smirk on his face, cheesy enough to make you laugh. He introduced himself as Song Mino.” You recognized the name from both TV and the program for the night. Politely, you introduced yourself and welcomed him to the club. You weren’t really sure what protocol was. “Hey you like ducks?” You stared at him quizzically for a moment and shook it off. “Uhm, they’re ok?” A manger popped in and called for a musician practice. Mino took off, loping like a goofy dog down the hall. You shook your head as you watched him leave. What was his aim? You eventually gave up and shrugged, turning to the mirror to start getting ready for the show.

You crawled through the small space for your cage under the stage. It was definitely not safe and many nights you had to be helped out because your muscles were too tired to pull yourself out without a lot of effort. You caught your garter and felt the thin material of a thigh high rip. You cursed, assessing it as you made it into your cage. It was artful thank goodness, or you’d have to try to get out and in again in under 3 minutes. The stage door opened above you and you grasped the bars and posed as the cage brought itself up. “Thanks JC, you mumbled into your mic.” The lights were already blazing and the first musician had started his show. Only half of your dance was choreographed to match the other dancers. By the third set you were sweating heavily and even the scanty outfit you wore did little to help keep you cool. You paused in place for the next musician to come out. It was Mino. You dropped your hips and knees to hang by your arms and swayed sensually to the start of his number. You arched your back and moved with the music, this was one of only a few songs that weren’t choreographed and you could do as you pleased. The crowd was responding well to his rap and you felt the energy like a high. You grabbed the bars and pressed yourself against them. Facing Mino as he sang, “I’m raw” he winked at you, starting towards the cage. You rolled your eyes so hard at his antics that you swore you could hear your boss curse at you from the crowd.

You turned away from him in the cage and went back to crowd-pleasing. You rolled your chest out in front of you towards a group of young men who whooped and hollered in delight. You smirked; you enjoyed the appreciation. You worked hard for your body and it paid off well. Mino had inched closer again; you flipped to face him, playing to the crowd. He stuck a hand in and you moved to bite him. Snapping your teeth down in a tight grin as he moved his hand away just in time. He smirked and pointed at you as he danced smoothly away, not missing a beat. You disgruntledly finished the set. You weren’t staged for the last one since it was a slower set to cool the crowd down. Your cage sank back into the stage. The space below was pitch black and it took you several moments to readjust. Just feeling how hot it was made you groan, getting out would be interesting. You slid yourself head first through the crawlspace, hoping that a stagehand would be hanging out to help pull you through.  You got most of the way when you began to stick to the cool surface and you cursed as you felt it rub your arm. You could feel the cooler air of the room on your hands as you army crawled. You slumped with a hand stuck out of the crawlspace, taking a short rest. You felt a strong, warm hand envelope your own and tug. You felt yourself slide out of the skinnier wedge and move into the entrance, pulling yourself out with little effort. “Hey JC, thanks for… You’re not JC” Mino was still holding your hand as you unfolded yourself from the crawlspace. He smirked at you in the same way he did on stage; you couldn’t deny, he was pretty cute. “Thanks…Mino” you said shortly, brushing some invisible dust off your shorts. You lifted your head up to bask in the glory of air conditioning under a vent. You felt your skin tighten as the cool air rushed over your slick skin. You licked your lips and tasted salt as you cracked your neck. Mino readjusted himself to be in your line of vision. “Can I help you?” you asked cattily. You sashayed from the room, feeling his eyes follow the swing of your hips as you flung the door open.

You hit the dressing room and collapsed on the sofa for a few minutes, groaning as you tried to get the initiative to shower and change for the cast and crew after party. One of your friends from the troupe passed by and tugged your heels off for you. You sighed at the fresh air around your aching feet. She leaned over you, “UP UP UP!” You flopped off the couch and she skipped on her way. You groaned and half crawled-half stumbled to a shower stall. You stripped and sat on the floor as the cold water rushed over you. A phone alarm went off and you knew you only had 15 minutes to be ready. You removed yourself and ran the blowdryer, your curls coming naturally as you flipped your hair back into position. You ran a line of eyeliner over your lids and swiped on some mascara. You weren’t putting a lot of effort in after spending that long washing your stage makeup off. You shimmied into a tight purple dress. The material shimmered under the light and large cutouts exposed your sides and stomach. The neckline dipped just short of indecent and you could barely bend over without showing everything. You grabbed some slightly lower heels from before and shoved your now bandaged feet into them, grunting as a particularly sore blister rubbed the wrong way. You grabbed your clutch from the lockers and caught up with JC on his way to the party, catching a ride in his new sedan.

The party was in the penthouse of a popular hotel. Some of the stage crew had called in some favors and not only was the party private, but booze provided. JC smirked at you as he opened the door and you both waved your studio ID cards at the guard. He waved you through and you stepped into the penthouse. The bedroom furniture had been removed, and the staff had filled the large space with couches and chairs, as well as turning the kitchenette into a bar, complete with bartenders. JC eyed up the attendees and nodded towards the bar. You grinned and nodded back as he broke off to get you both drinks.

You turned to face the room of already half-inebriated people and waved to your troupe in one corner. You started to make your way over, but were cut off by a couch and a crowd of people. You turned back to search for JC’s flaming red crop of hair, but were interrupted by a brief break in the crowd. Mino stepped through the center, scanning the room. He smirked when he saw you and you almost gaped as you saw his sculpted arms in his tank. You kept your face noncommittal with great effort and smirked back in a rude way. You turned as JC reached you and tapped you with your glass of ….? You sniffed it; a triple of Vodka. You cursed yourself out for being so rude to Mino, but you had no idea how else to be. You clinked glasses with JC and threw back. You were squinting through the rough follow-through of bottom shelf booze, but you could see the annoyance on Mino’s face as he sized up JC. You laughed aloud – you couldn’t help it. You and JC had been besties since you joined the company. His wife and 6 month old could attest, but you could feel the jealousy flowing in waves. JC hugged you with one arm and you giggled, knees knocking into the couch as the vodka started to take hold. He caught you and righted you and gave you a stern look, “You need more to drink” you laughed again and waved him off as he disappeared to visit his friends. You turned back to see Mino still glaring after him. Feeling the warmth down to your toes since you were well dehydrated before you had even thought of alcohol, you sashayed over, laughing as you threw an arm over the shocked Mino’s neck. “Dance with me!” He gaped at you for a moment and you stumbled as you laughed. “Surprised?” He nodded, still wide-eyed. He was hesitant, but you brought yourself to press against him and his eyes widened even more. He reached over, grabbing the glass from Pyo Jihoon’s hand and threw it back. “hell” he said with a sigh and fell into the beat with you. Your hips collided and you felt his hipbones jutting out against your own as you danced face-to-face. Letting loose was fun. You hadn’t gone out in forever, mostly because you were normally working.

You felt the side of your skirt slip up your thigh a bit and Mino’s warm hands wrapped around your waist, tingling where they touched your exposed skin. A few other idols turned to glance at the two of you in envy as Mino pulled you closer. His hands slipped lower to hold you by the hips and grind into you. You stumbled into him and he stepped backwards to stabilize both of you, but ended up taking you a few steps closer to the door as he also stumbled. The dumbfounded expression he wore was cute and his tank was gapping to let your hands wander across his well-defined abdomen. He took in a gasp of air and you smirked, quickly kissing him on the cheek before retreating slightly. He didn’t let you get far before pulling you to meet his lips. He was somewhat hesitant, but his lips didn’t lie. You knew he was interested since he first said hello. You responded to him eagerly. You stepped forward, forcing him back as you begged for entrance with your tongue. He accepted as his back pressed against the door. You reached behind him and turned the knob, both stumbling into the hallway, refusing to part bodies. The guard coughed loudly and you broke apart. You blushed guiltily at him and tugged Mino down the hall to the elevator. He clomped along goofily behind you. The doors opened as new guests arrived to the party and you entered the elevator. The doors closed and Mino pushed you against the wall, lifting you to rest on the handrails. Your dress was indecent at this point, the skirt nearly up to your waist and the neckline plunging dangerously low. Mino was less restrained in the elevator, his hands groped and his lips wandered to your throat as he moved against you. You could feel his length growing harder as he pressed against you. He sucked harder suddenly on your neck and the world flashed for a moment before you realized that he had reached behind himself to hit a floor button.

Mino pulled you from the elevator as the doors were opening. You passed an older couple as you continued your amorous activities down the hall. He pressed you against the door and you giggled as he fumbled for a key card. You heard a quiet beep and the door swung open behind you. He pushed you into the room, never breaking contact with your lips. You laughed as you stumbled backwards towards the bed. Mino used your stumbling as an opportunity to rid himself of his tank. You dropped to the bed, kicking off your shoes. Your aching feet sang in happiness and you marveled at his sculpted body, leaning forward to trace the lines of his abdomen with your tongue. He was musky, and slightly salty from sweat. He shuddered against you, grasping your hair gently. His hands traveled to your shoulders and subconsciously pushed you down, towards the line of his trousers. Your tongue traced a line along the top and he jumped suddenly. You smirked up at him, seeing his trousers tent themselves with a twitch. Your hand grazed over his length, marveling as he closed his eyes and threw his head back, bucking into your hand. Your moment of dominance was short lived as his hands shoved you backwards on the bed and he crawled over you. You reveled in his warmth as he consumed you with his own body. His kisses grew sloppy over you as his restraint wavered. His lips met your neck, warm and wet as he worked his way to your chest. Your dress was barely there, and you could feel his breath through the cloth.

Your hands slipped over his smooth skin, slightly moist with sweat. You grasped his sides as he moved down. Mino stopped suddenly, red in the face. You blinked drowsily for a moment before realizing why. “Ticklish?” you questioned. He didn’t move. A grin spread across your face and you attacked his sides with your fingers, gaining the upper hand easily as he squirmed. You perched above him on the bed, your skirt was hiked up again and you straddled Mino’s midsection, barely brushing against him. You could feel his heat through your panties and you felt like drooling as he propped himself up on his elbows to kiss you. He shifted to lean on one arm as his hand rested on your thigh, his thumb moving gently back and forth, slowly pushing harder as his tongue slipped into your mouth. You writhed above him, feeling a deep ache of want as you shifted over Mino’s stiffening member and you felt yourself become wet. His eyes darkened as he watched your face. You reached between the two of you to palm him. He pushed your hand out of the way and bucked beneath you, grinding into you through the thin material of your lace panties.

You were airborne for a split second as he flipped you, covering your body with his own, grinding with more urgent need. He pulled at your dress and you heard a rip, the thin material split all the way up the left side and he tossed the shreds away. His warm flesh molded against yours and you reveled in the way his muscles moved under his skin. Your head was swimming both from alcohol and from the heady, sex fueled atmosphere. Your panties didn’t last long. Mino’s fingers grazed over your clit and you gasped, he rubbed your own wetness across your folds as you moved beneath him. Your body was open to him, completely exposed and the rough feeling of his pants against your skin was maddening. You tugged at them frantically and sighed as you heard him pull down his zipper. Contact was briefly broken as he shed his pants, but you were soon a tangle of legs. He had gone commando. His tip nudged against your opening and you bucked beneath him, gasping audibly. He stopped suddenly, leaving you mewling for more contact. “Are you sure you want this?” You nodded, but he wouldn’t take that for an answer. His fingers were inching closer to your need and you were barely coherent, “Yes…Oh, YES” You said as they hit their mark. You pulled him closer by the neck to kiss him and without warning he was inside of you. You arched your back, startled for a second as your body stretched to accommodate his wide girth. It was a good kind of soreness that overtook you. He slowed, but did not stop moving as he found his rhythm. It was slow, but not tortuously so. His arms were tight by your sides; you could feel the strength in his arms and thighs with every stroke as you met his pace. He had you unwound and you hadn’t even had time to realize it. Your head swirled as you felt the tension in your body building relentlessly. He wasn’t letting you catch yourself; you came and then you came again. You shrieked in pleasure and your nails cut furrows into his back as he continued to ride you. You brought your ankles up to lace together behind his back as he moved deeper into you, his thrusts more jagged. Both of you were grunting and you could feel every movement. He stopped suddenly, grunting louder, pushing as deep as possible into you as he came. He continued to thrust minimally for a few short moments and nearly toppled over on to you. He caught himself, and the sweat dripped from him onto your own damp self. It should’ve been gross but it was an intense experience. He was still within you and you felt him twitch as your walls experience the aftershocks of orgasm. He leaned his forehead on your own and stopped to just look at you. “God, you are so beautiful.” You didn’t even have the energy to be embarrassed. “So are you.” He laughed breathily and collapsed on top of you. He slid slowly out of you and you mewled at the loss of feeling full.

He moved to curl around you with his body as you both turned to your side. You shivered as goosebumps over took you as your skin cooled and he lazily tugged a blanket over both of you. You could feel the aftermath of your endeavors on your thigh, but were too worn out to care. The alcohol had worn off and you blinked sleepily; sated. You both fell asleep quickly; you had a feeling that you would not be alone when you awoke. The thought made you smile.

fungusfemme  asked:

if you want to write a pic about the gang and plants, i would love it forever (also feel free to include hella pynch if you desire :) )

    sorry this isn’t any longer, but i kept trying to write more scenes and they were all garbage, so here’s a snippet for my favorite otp adam parrish/plants with a short Ronan cameo.

this technically mentions a grocery store, so it still counts for pynch week, right?

   Adam had not planned on buying the mint plant. It was only that he’d just gotten off the phone with Gansey and he missed him and there the plant had been - dejected and half-dead, baking in the sun outside the small grocery store in Singer’s Falls. He talked the cashier into knocking the price down a few dollars since it was mostly dead anyways and took it home.

    Ronan had given it a disdainful look when Adam had brought it in and set it on the kitchen counter aside the bags of groceries. He snapped off a few leaves, crushed them between his fingers and then flicked an annoyed look at Adam.

    “Don’t let the brat start eating it,” he said and that was that.

    Adam didn’t say so to Ronan, but Opal eating mint leaves would have been a definite improvement to her standard diet of scrap metal and rotting fence posts. Still, he put it the pot in the small window overlooking the kitchen sink, where it would be safely out of reach. It wasn’t long before the plant started to look a little less forlorn, thriving from exposure to sunlight and careful tending.

    He couldn’t say when the idea first struck him, but when he next drove past the small plant emporium on the edge of town, he stopped to take a look around. An ancient old woman watched him from the cash register as he inspected various flowers and shrubs. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for exactly, but his eye had caught on a blue spray of delicate flowers.

    The old woman shuffled across to him and made an approving sound.

    “Delphinium,” she said. “They usually don’t last long around here - the humidity kills ‘em, but they’re an old favorite of mine.”

    “I can see why,” Adam said. “I think I’d like to start a small garden - do you think it would be a good choice?”

    The old woman made a general sound of disagreement, but then squinting at him, she seemed to re-evaluate.

    “You living out at the Lynch place, boy?” she asked. Adam was used to bracing for that question by now, but there was no underlying malice in it this time like there was from some other townsfolk. She asked it as though she would have asked something mundane like Would you like some iced tea?

    “Yes,” he answered and she nodded in clear approval. Adam let himself relax.

    “I reckon it’ll do just fine for your garden then,” she said. She picked up the pot and took it back over to the register. He trailed after her. “I’ll be damned if that farm of Niall’s doesn’t turn out the prettiest flowers in the county. He used to bring me some to sell in the shop, you know.”

    “I didn’t know,” Adam said. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked around at the shop again. He was slowly starting to learn to be unsurprised at how deeply entrenched Niall Lynch had been in this small town - it seemed that he had spread a bit of his magic to every corner of it. The old woman was looking at him shrewdly again. He cleared his throat and cast a look around. “Do you have any that would be good for the bees?”

Anyways, just imagine the rest of this fic to be Adam bringing home three pots of flowers: Delphinium (because it reminds him of Blue), Horsemint (for the bees/Henry! don’t worry, they’re gonna plant this garden in the far corner of the Barns and Gansey isn’t allowed), and some Forget-me-nots (he didn’t really know why he liked these, but they reminded him of someone that he wanted to remember). He plants them all, including the mint plant, in a small field out behind one of the cattle barns and let’s them grow kind of wild, because he’s a greenthumb and plants love to grow for him, but he also doesn’t really like the way it looks when flowers are all prim and neat. So. He goes off to college and leaves Opal in charge, because yeah, she’ll probably eat them, but she’ll also remember to water them, unlike that jerk Ronan. When he comes back for his first break, though, he discovers that the small field has gotten completely out of control and the mint has completely taken over. It’s pretty much a mini-mint farm back there and it’s a lost cause for the pretty flowers. He goes back to the plant emporium and the old woman laughs at him and then imparts the age old wisdom that every young gardener must learn, Never plant an invasive species next to your innocent, sun-loving flowers. She sends Adam on his way with a new crop of flowers and some herbs and when he brings them home, Ronan just kind of rolls his eyes, but the next day, he helps Adam till a different field on the other side of the property so that he can have his stupid plants far away from Gansey’s mint. 


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Smut requests are currently closed, but I am accepting fluff and angst requests until Thursday :)

Anonymous Said:  Um HI 😁 I was wondering if you were doing requests still I can tell you have a long to do list so if you can’t I understand, if your able to can you make A smut fanfic of you meeting Jungkook at a fan meet and greet and he is so captivated by you he does some naughty thing (sorry for being so shameless 😅😅)

Pairing:  Jungkook x Reader

Genre:  Suggestive Smut (I think the title says it all…)

Warnings:  Teasing, Bathroom lounge, lots of dirty talking, fingering, mirrors oh the mirrors PWP worthy

A/N:  Sweetie we’re all shameless here ;) no need to feel shameless, but I hope you don’t mind that I turned this into a straight up tease, I’ve been writing so much Jungkook smut, that I feel like it’s time for a little something different featuring the Golden Maknae.  Also…I happened upon that kink quiz a lot of you have been going on about around this site and I just wanna say…fuck you all for ruining my life, this smut is for those of you who ‘kink’ with Jungkook…which obviously isn’t me because I had to cheat just to get him……I’m shameless, yes I cheated and I don’t care who knows it

Summary:  Summary? What summary?  Is one really necessary for this piece of pure teasing goodness???  I mean……its PWP there is not much plot……there’s also a shit ton of swearing, dirty talk and did I mention teasing???  Soooo much teasing and those mirrors really come in handy ;)  so basically this is another warning/ a/n combined into one….yeah summary doesn’t need to exist, enjoy the shamelessness of this smutty tease known as Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

You could not believe that you were actually here, sitting front row at a BTS fan meet.  Your cousin had gotten you both tickets and surprised you with them for your summer visit with her, your aunt, and uncle.  Waiting outside of the event nearly had the both of you bouncing on the balls of your feet at the prospect of meeting the boys and especially your biases.

“Do you think Jungkook will even look at me?”  You couldn’t help, but voice your worries to your cousin who was biting her lip as she watched the line behind the two of you grow even longer.  

“There are a lot of fans that come to these things, but don’t worry Y/N-ah he’ll notice you.” She gave you a reassuring smile clutching the stuffed bear to her chest her fingers tapping lightly against the plushy. You smiled at the stuffed toy knowing that it meant a lot to her and here she was going to give it away to her bias because she genuinely liked him enough to part with the dear toy.

You followed the few people in front of you and your cousin into the event center, twiddling your thumbs worriedly as you two took your seats.  Your eyes instantly shot to the long table that held seven empty seats, one for each of the Bangtan Boys members.  Trying to ease your racing heart you looked over at your cousin hoping she could distract you, but she was excitedly chatting away with the girl that was sitting next to her about the boys and the latest comeback news.

You sighed returning your gaze to the stage, your eyes following the staff members as the set up the table.  One woman was walking towards the side curtains and you noticed a pair of wide, dark brown eyes staring back at you from the shadows.  It was too dark behind the stage curtains for you to see exactly who those eyes belonged to, but the closer you looked you thought you knew exactly who those eyes belonged to.

Excusing yourself to go to the restroom while you still had plenty of time before the actual event started you headed out one of the side exits that led you to a hallway that was used as extra storage from the looks of it, but the stage guard said this was where the restrooms were.  You walked down the hallway until you came upon a door marked ‘ladies’ and pushing it open you discovered that it was one of the nicest bathrooms you’d seen anywhere before.

Granite countertops and a plush sofa with full length mirrors lined the walls.  The stalls were located further down behind a secondary door, I could live in here, you thought to yourself.  The entire expanse of the bathroom space was larger than your apartment back home and definitely more lavish in style.

As you reentered the lounge area, your eyes met a pair of wide dark brown eyes that seemed entirely too familiar.  You frowned, “This is the women’s restroom.”

The figure took a small step, his hands in his pockets as he lazily stepped closer out of the shadowy corner by the door.  “I’m well aware of that, thank you for reminding me.”

“Then why are you,” You felt the question hang on the tip of your tongue, your heartbeat picked up speed as you watched his eyes.  They were the same eyes from the stage earlier that you were sure of, but you still couldn’t place where you’d seen them before.

You cursed yourself mentally as you remembered that you phone was in your bag which you’d left in your seat instead of taking it with you like a sane person would do.  You contemplated taking a step back, but you chose to stand your ground knowing that if you tried to run it would only set him off.

“I’ve seen you before, at the fan meeting last year, I remember that dress you wore.”

Your breath caught in your throat as he took another small step, just a little bit further and you’d finally be able to see his face, but what you failed to notice was that his steps were not only bringing him closer to you, but to the light switch as well.

“So you’ve seen me before? Do I know you?”  The questions rolled off your lips easily, you fingers played with the black crop top you were wearing today, and you’d chosen to go a different route this year to the fan meeting opting for an all-black ensemble

He chuckled, the sound deep and light at the same time, it was almost cute, that is if he wasn’t stalking you like he was at the present moment.

“You know my name.”

Your eyes widened just as he shifted closer to you, the lower half of his face leaving the shadows just before he turned the lights off sending the both of you into near pitch black. The only light source that remained in the room was the small runner lights that lined the ceiling around the room casting a soft glow down on the both of you.  Your vision went dark for a moment as you blinked your eyes trying to adjust to the sudden change in the lighting.

You didn’t just know his name, you knew his face too.  You’d seen it multiple times before, but only once in person – at last year’s fan meeting.

“That dress of yours was impressive, but this,” His voice was closer, his breath ghosted over the shell of my ear as he let his fingers feather over the bare expanse of my arms.  “This is something truly spectacular.  How did you know black was my favorite color?”

You balk for a moment at his words, how did you know black was his favorite color?  How could you not know?

He continued to trail his fingers lightly up and down the sides of your arms, his breath fanned against your hair, moving your hair slightly with every puff.  “I didn’t wear this outfit for you.”

Lies.  You knew it was a lie, but you couldn’t help the words slipping out from between your lips, you knew it was his favorite color and it just so happened to be one of your favorite colors too and the main aspect of your wardrobe.  The outfit itself was crafted carefully with the help of your cousin to pick something that he might actually notice.

“That’s a lie, but I’ll let it slide this time, princess.”

His fingers pressed harder into your skin as they traveled from your arms to your waist, resting on the exposed skin of your abdomen.  His large hands splayed over your skin, caressing every inch of flesh that was accessible, his lips continued to work up and down the shell of your ear before they started down the side of your neck.  Lost in the sensation of the touch from his fingers and lips as he explored your body, you found your head tilting to the side allowing him easier access to the skin of your neck and shoulder.

A barely audible moan escaped through your slightly parted lips when his lips made contact with the tender skin just below your ear.  Your eyes flew open in shock, trained on the shadow of his body when he tensed, his fingers resting comfortably on the waistband of your jeans.  His fingers curled into two of your belt loops giving a soft jerk which made your body jerk forward nearly sending you on your ass if he didn’t grasp your waist firmly in his hands.  Your throat went dry; an ache began to form in the pit of your stomach, his hands molded to your lower waist, fingers splayed wide across the top part of your ass.

His lips ghosted along the line of your jaw, pausing tantalizingly over the corner of your lips before skimming the other side of your jaw up to the shell of your ear. His movements were calculating and precise, everything he was doing to you, and everything that you were feeling was deliberate.  He knew exactly what he was doing to you right now and he was enjoying keeping you on the edge even though he hadn’t done anything remotely sexual except tease you.

You shifted your body accidentally brushing your thigh against the front of his jeans a groan leaving his lips right before he nipped at your ear before dragging his lips back down to yours.  You could feel his eyes as they raked over your face, despite the lack of decent lighting you knew his pupils were blown as he stared at you his breath becoming ragged. Your thigh brushed his clothed cock again, this time you knew exactly what you were doing, the pleasure/pain that it would cause him as you teased him just like he was teasing you.

Two can play this game, you thought to yourself a smirk on your lips when you felt his whole body tense against you, his hands tightening their hold on your backside.

His lips hovered directly over yours, his breath was calm despite the obvious erection that was protruding against your thigh, and he didn’t appear otherwise affected by your ministrations.  Your eyes met his as you waited with bated breath for his lips to touch yours, but the touch never came – at least not directly.  He dragged his lips down the side of your mouth, his lips kissing the side of your lips tenderly before working slowly down your jaw and neck.

Hands found their way towards your front and long nimble fingers tugged gently on the closure of your dark wash jeans, undoing the button and zipper with practiced ease. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat a tight lipped moan slipped from between your lips and his paused on the pulse point in your neck.  His hands stilled their movement of pushing your jeans out of his way to pull back just enough for his lips to still brush against your neck as he spoke.

“Don’t hide your moans, princess.”  His fingers brushed against the lace of your panties causing another moan to fall from your lips, this time slightly louder than the last one.  “That’s it, baby girl; let me hear your beautiful voice.”

Your head rolled back and to the side as another moan tore through your now parted lips as his fingers pulled your jeans down far enough to gain easier access to your panties. This time, it was his turn to groan as he looked down between the two of you to get a glance at your panties.

“Fuck princess, did you have to wear all black?”

You giggled, your eyes going to the set of full length mirrors on the other side of the room, you could see the silhouettes of your bodies standing close together reflected back at you.  His eyes followed yours; landing on the sight of you in his arms already squirming from his touch when he’d barely laid a full finger on you.  Part of you wondered what someone else would see if they could look at the two of you wrapped up in each other’s arms without a care.  Would they see two lovers stealing a moment or would they see two strangers learning each other’s touch for the first time?

You were ripped from your thoughts when he suddenly pulled back from you, his fingers leaving your panties.  You were seconds away from voicing your displeasure at the loss of physical contact when you were suddenly spun around, your back now flush with his front, his firm chest pressed against the line of your body.  One of his hands went to cup your jaw, fingers splayed along the column of your throat, his other hand traveled down the expanse of your side, coming to rest on the flare of your hip.

His eyes met yours in a piercing dark gaze through your reflection on the wall, the sight of his tall frame wrapped comfortably around your body, his stance was tall, and his gaze and touch were possessive.  Your heart raced in your chest, a new lump began to form in your throat preventing you from voicing the question that was on the tip of your tongue, why did he stop?

The fingers of his left hand that was resting comfortably on your hip moved further south, pushing the denim away from your panties.  The tight garment was still high enough that if anyone were to walk in on the two of you they wouldn’t be able to see exactly what was going on.  The low lighting would be the only indication of the behavior that you were currently engaged in.  The sexual tension hung thick in the air like a suffocating perfume, but you weren’t choking on it as you would if it were a perfume.  You barely noticed it, too engulfed in the moment to care what someone else might think – the scent was tantalizing, intriguing, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t want more.

His fingers skimmed up the smooth expanse of your thigh, the tips ghosted over the lace of your underwear, a shiver went through your body as you watched.  Never before had you actually watched as someone touched you in an intimate way, you always thought you preferred the touch to the visual. Now, you were watching a near total stranger run his hands along your body in such a way that it was almost like you were starring in your own fantasy – a fantasy where you didn’t just feel, but see.

The tip of his index finger found the seam of your outer lips over the lace and with a firm stroke he traced the line, once, twice, before tapping gently on the spot that had your legs turn to jelly and eyes roll into the back of your head.  Your hips jutted forward, trying to push his finger against your clit harder, but he only moved with you, not allowing you to create the delicious pressure that you craved.  Moans escaped between your parted lips, your eyes were half veiled as you looked at his retreating fingers, your tongue darted out to wet your dry lips and you watched as his eyes flashed to the movement of your pink tongue and you let it linger longer than necessary, teasing.

This time, you didn’t see his fingers as they snaked their way back towards your throbbing core, the long digits were already beneath the material, the cool touch causing you to buck your hips, a cry of surprise left your lips.  Your eyes darted back down to where his hand was buried in your panties, his fingers hidden by the lacy material, but you could feel his touch as his fingers danced lightly over your outer lips.

“Talk to me, princess.” His hot breath ghosted over the shell of your ear, the sensation sent a shiver of pleasure throughout your body. Your eyes were already glazed over with lust, but after that you could barely see the reflection of your bodies in the mirror on the wall as a ringing sensation began in your ears.  You weren’t sure where it came from, heck you weren’t even sure where this was coming from on his part, and he was always so innocent when he wasn’t on stage. Without much thought to the consequences of your words, parted your lips one more time and let the words tumble out.

“What do you want me to say, Jungkook?”  You question came out like a moan, but you refused to take your eyes from the mirror and you barely caught his slight jerk as his head pulled back before it was resting close to your ear once again.  His fingers twisted, slipping between your soaking wet folds, the pad of his large index finger brushed the tender bundle of nerves that had your eyes rolling back again.

“Tell me what you feel.” His finger pressed harder, “Tell me what it is that I’m doing to you right now and tell me before you come.  I want to see your face when you do.”

A mewl escaped your lips, your eyes closed and your head tipped back to rest at the juncture of where his neck met his shoulder.  The muscles beneath your head twitched slightly, but otherwise he remained stoic at your sudden change in position.  With your eyes still closed you waited to feel his fingers move over your most sensitive area, his touch was light, teasing, but firm.

You didn’t know where the words came from, but before you knew it your lips and tongue were forming the shape of the syllables and your vocal cords were making the sounds to go along with them.  As his fingers danced to a rhythm all their own over your aching core your lips told the story out loud for anyone who couldn’t see.  If you had an audience on the other side of the door you would never know, but they would know exactly how he was touching you because you didn’t leave out any details.

“How about this one, baby girl,” His fingers thrust hard, two of them shoved as deep as they could get inside of you, your teeth bit into the delicate flesh of your bottom lip trying to contain your moans of pleasure.

“Deep.”  You panted, words were beginning to fail you at this point as your orgasm neared, but you tried your best.  “Oh good, so good, fuck.”

“Are you getting close babe?”  His fingers didn’t stop, your walls continued to clench around them, the wet sound of your juices made a squelching sound as he continued to thrust his fingers at a rough pace.

Your brow furrowed as you tried to process his last question, your hips thrust against his fingers, without a care for the consequences.  At this moment you wanted one thing and one thing only – your orgasm.

You cried out in indignation as his fingers left your aching core throbbing with emptiness.  You slumped forward panting slightly, your eyes burning a hole into his reflection in the mirror.  Your walls continued to clench around nothing, missing the fullness of his fingers buried deep.

A smug grin spread on his lips as his dark eyes met yours.  A chuckle rang throughout the room, the sound slightly patronizing as he lifted his fingers coated in your wetness to his lips.  Your eyes locked on the long digits as they made their way slowly to his lips before popping them into his mouth, an appreciative groan leaving his lips.

All the while, his eyes remained locked on yours through the mirror and yours to his.  Disbelief was written clearly on your face, but you chose not to voice it out loud just yet.

“I told you, I wanted to see your face when you come.”  He removed his fingers slowly, a slight ‘pop’ echoed on the tile in the room as he did so.

Confusion replaced the disbelief on your face as you opened your mouth to retort, only to have him cut you off.

“When you come, it’s going to be with that sweet little pussy of yours wrapped around my cock.” The tone in his voice left little room to argue.

“Do I make myself clear, baby girl?”

Your lips were still parted from your earlier attempt to speak, but his words caused your eyes to widen and the lack of orgasm had created an uncomfortable wet spot in your panties.  They were still soaked from his previous round of teasing; now they were completely ruined.

You nodded your head in understanding just as a voice outside called his name.

He glanced over his shoulder at the door before turning his attention back to you, his dark gaze piercing, “Meet me back here after the event, I’m not done with you or that mirror yet.”

Lily Out.


For Steffi, who’s been marvelous and kind and sweet and so encouraging, for her lovely stories and characters. You’re wonderful. Thank you for all you do. <3

Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV

“…Dean?” A familiar voice said as the god walked into the main hall.

A book fell to the ground, before the tall figure rushed to his side, taking him up in his arms.

“Sam!” Dean said, embracing him in return.

“Dean, I didn’t think I’d ever see you again…” he said, voice trailing off.

“What happened to your hair?” Dean said, touching the now shoulder-length hair.

“It kept reminding me of you and how you used to…” he drifted off. “So I cut it off.”

“Well, I think this suits you better,” Dean said with a grin.

“How did you come back?”

Dean gestured back to his room. “Two Omegas wandered in here. They needed help and… I heard them.”

“Oh, Dean,” Sam said, embracing him once more.

“You look awful.”

“Yeah,” Sam said, grinning crookedly as they stood back to take a look at each other. Sam was much thinner and more gaunt than Dean had ever seen him, and the gold in his eyes was going grey, and blackness was running up his fingers, winding up his arms.

“What happened?”

The god’s shoulders drooped. “When everyone left, I… I tried to help those along our borders growing crops. Then that was seen as illegal and pagan, sinful witchcraft. They began burning those I helped. So I haven’t used my power in years. I’ve just been teaching, spreading knowledge to those who will listen, who pass through. It isn’t much, but it keeps me alive.”

“I’m sorry, Sam.”

“It isn’t your fault.”

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H2OVanoss - King For A Day Part 2

You’re all darling people, sorry for the wait! 

Yes, I made Moo older. He looks older than most of the banana bus squad.

Please, look at the tags at to see the pairings within!

Chapter 2: cause you and i, we were born to die

Brock sighed for the twentieth time.

“Hold still, you two.” He warned as he dropped his hands firmly in a clamp onto identically clad shoulders.

“Sorry.” Evan scuffed his footagainst the floorboards. “It’s hard.”

“Yeah, what he said.” Tyleryawned, stretching his arms above his head. “But we can’t help it, Brock. We’re bored out of our minds. How long do we have to stand here?”

“Think of it as practice.” The football player advised. “We’re going to be in a lot of meetings like this when we get older.”  

“This sucks.” The bespectacled boy pouted. “I’d rather –”

And a sharp, high pitched yell caused them all to jump.






The three boys looked at each other in surprise, not expecting that there were other children in the den of the adversary of their boss.

“They’re outside.” The older boy spoke as he turned towards to the window, his dark eyes focused on the scuffle outdoors.

“I wanna see!” Evan threw his arms up at him, and Tyler mimicked him.

With a smile, Brock effortlessly scooped them both up, balancing the young pair against his hips to peer out the pane of glass.  “There. Now hang onto the windowsill.”

A group of boys no older than Brock were out playing in the freshly trimmed grass. The oldest one was lying on his side, busily entertaining a four year old sitting next to him with a pile of toy cars.

But who had caught Evan’s eye was the deathly-pale skinned boy locked off in a standoff with a tanned, blond one. He was skinny, with the sleeves of his blue sweater pushed up over his elbows as he leaned back in a clumsy fighting stance. His ice blue irises flashed with challenge as he seized up his partner. “I didn’t shove you, Fourzero, I swear.” His voice was gratingly haughty.

“Oh, so the wind did it, Delirious?” the other sneered childishly, running a hand through his dirty blond hair.

Delirious rolled his baby blues. “I don’t care who did it, but I didn’t do it. Maybe Lui did.”

“Lui’s four, dumbass. He can’t even reach his bed.” The third of the trio spoke, sighing. He had been sitting cross-legged on the ground next to them. “Just apologize to Scotty and be done with it, Delirious. I want to play soccer.”  

“Yeah, just do it.” Scott mocked. “Apologize to– oof!” He wheezed as he was tackled by the brunet to the ground.

Expertly, he had pinned his friend on the floor, and Fourzero thrashed around wildly, trying to free myself to no avail.

He let out a victorious shout. “Start counting, Marcel! I got him down!”

“Get off of me, Delirious!” Fourzero cried out, flailing helplessly as he tried to throw him off. “You’re so fat!”

“-ven, eight, nine, ten! Delirious, you won!” The one named Marcel crowed gleefully, throwing himself into the pile of wriggling limbs.

“Told y'all I could beat him someday.” Delirious giggled madly as he tried to fend off Marcel’s slaps to his back. “Will you quit it, Basically!”

“Brock, can we play with them please?” Tyler tugged on his shirt, his mischievous expression replaced with one of childish pleading.

“Yeah, can we, Brock?”  Evan joined in, pulling on his t-shirt sleeve. “We promise to be good.”

“I…” Before the eleven year old could complete his sentence, the door across the hall swung open, startling Brock enough to tighten his grip on the two little boys he carried aloft. A deeply tanned man stepped out, a man that wasn’t Tyler’s dad. Instinctively, Evan and Tyler went on alert, watching the man with wary eyes as they clung fearfully to the football player.

“I thought I heard voices.” The tanned man gave them a generous smile of white teeth. His face was kind, and he gestured to the window they had been staring out of. “I didn’t realize you brought your children, old friend.”

“I want them to observe,” Came the terse reply as Tyler’s dad stepped into view. An imposingly tall man with a cruel jaw stepped into view. Evan fought the urge to bury his face into Brock’s sleeve – his boss always made him nervous. “I want them to learn their roles early on.”

“There’s plenty of time ahead of them to observe and learn, old friend.  Let your boys play with mine. Let them be children. There is plenty of time to turn them into the men we want them to be.“ He held out his hands, his blue eyes pointedly soft towards the frozen trio in the corner. “Go on. They’re usually friendly.”

"Don’t be ridiculous.” Their boss scoffed. “You clearly haven’t changed. Why would I let my boys near yours?”

“Why not?” The other man rolled his eyes, an action that was reminiscent of Delirious. “They’re just kids”

“This isn’t a playdate, old friend.” His harsh voice dripped with sarcasm. “And you know what? We’re done here.” He straightened up, and strode rudely down the hall towards the entrance without so much of a backwards glance. “Let’s go. Come, Brock.”

Obediently, the curly-haired football player followed, still toting the two younger boys in his big arms.

Evan took one last long look out the window at the group of merry boys beyond his reach, and a pang of longing ran through his veins as they slowly disappeared from view.

It wasn’t fair.

“So, where do you think we should go have lunch, Evan?”

He gave his head a little shake. “Sorry, Brock, what’d you say?”

“Did you see something?”  

“Naw.” The Asian man shrugged truthfully. “I just zoned out.”

“Okay. I’m going to go in and check on the Terroriser. Do you want me to send Tyler out to keep you company?”

“Do as you please.” Evan waved him away. “As long as I don’t have to go in there.”

“Done.” Moo Snuckel laughed as he made to duck back into the store. “I’ve probably tortured him enough. That’ll teach him to steal my car for a joyride.”

“You know it won’t!” The Asian sniped back playfully. He leaned back against the cool glass, lazily watching the Christmas shoppers pass him with their oversized bags of presents. He was in a good mood today. Everything was falling into all the right places. Tyler’s dad was finally going to abdicate his position in a few short days, and Tyler himself was going to rise from underboss to being the boss to take his place. Moo was going to be his underboss, and he, Vanoss, was going to be his consigliere.

To say he was excited was an understatement. He was finally going to assume the position he trained for his entire life – he didn’t have to be a capo anymore, though he hadn’t minded the job. He had enjoyed the running around and the risking of his life for work, but he was happy to put that behind him. He vastly preferred the planning side of things, and it brought in better money too.

He ran a hand through his hair and yawned. Plus, it was easier to keep an eye on Mini and Brian who were still capos in the game.

A loud voice almost next to him startled Evan out of his thoughts. His senses on hazy alert, he scanned the open area, his dark eyes scanning for his interruption, and his vision fell upon a group that just came out of a store on his left.

“You guys have to stop. My stomach hurts.” A vaguely pretty girl giggled. She was tiny compared to the rest of them. “Next time I’m bringing Ptesh or Janet with me to shop instead.”

“Aww, come on. We told you the first time we took you out years ago that we aren’t that bad.” The curly-haired one whined.

“Yeah, we told you so.” The blond one saucily waggled his eyebrows. “Now, I’m interested in some new kicks. Who’s coming with?”

“Not me.” The fourth of their group spoke tiredly. “I’m beat.” An accent that Evan couldn’t place tinged his exhausted voice. A sweet shiver ran down his spine, and he slowly inclined his head to catch a glimpse of him through his mirrored aviators.

Evan wasn’t disappointed, and unconsciously he licked his lips at the sight of the third man.

He was pale – porcelain, Evan would think up later. His brown hair was practically cropped short to his head. He had a generous mouth framed with barely-pink lips, and he wore a two-toned grey hoodie. His irises were a faded pale blue, and his expression was one of pure painted boredom.

Vanoss was mildly impressed at the amount of disdain in the man’s expression.    

“Aw man, you can’t be, Jonathan. It’s only been three hours.”

He bit his bottom lip, and Vanoss had to suck in a quick breath at the man’s action.

He released the appendage to speak. “I want food.” He complained with a pout on his face, his face transforming from one of mundane aloofness straight to one of childish petulance. “I haven’t eaten all day, Marcel.”

“We’re almost at the food court, man.” The man called Marcel dismissed. “You can hold out a little longer and then we’ll get a bite to eat, okay?”

“Whatever. I’m not going inside, though.” He slouched moodily next to Evan, taking no notice of him. “I’ll just wait outside.”

“That’s a good thing, since I was planning on buying you new shoes.” The girl grinned brightly, and she leaned in conspiratorially as the other two men bounded into the store that Brock, Brian and Wildcat were in. “I’ll try to make them be quick, but you know how they are.”

He waved her away. “I may just wander off and feed myself. Go join them.”

As she disappeared into the store after them, Jonathan sighed heavily.

“God, I hate shopping.” He muttered, seemingly to himself.

“Me too.” Evan agreed with him, and the blue-eyed man cast him a glance.

“You been dragged here too?” He snorted as he turned to face him properly, his pupils giving the Asian a quick once over.

“My family’s been in there for an hour already.” Evan shrugged, pretending not to notice the man’s scanning of his body. “They haven’t even found a pair for themselves yet.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” He buried his face in his hands. “They’re never gonna leave.”

“I’m Evan.” He shot the other man a half-smile that was meant to charm his socks off. “The guy with a big enough truck to load all of their crap in.”

The man let out a rusty laugh that settled too comfortably in the back of Evan’s brain. “Jonathan.” He returned the smile with a genuine one of his own.  “The guy who’s the designated bag carrier who doesn’t have any bags yet.”

“Nice to meet you.”


Evan let a pause settle in before he dived in for the kill. He pushed himself off of the glass window of the shoe store to face the other man.

“Wanna go grab a bite to eat?” He said mischievously, a smirk etched onto his face, bouncing his weight from one foot to another. “I doubt they’ll notice. I’ll buy.”

Jonathan groaned and his stomach rumbled loudly, causing the Asian to snicker.

“Man, I thought you’d never ask.”

To be continued…

I do apologize that there isn’t much happening here. But it is all buildup to the plot.

Thank you so much for your patience <3 please, if you liked it, <3 it and drop me a comment [here]. 

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Sweater Weather - Audrey Jensen imagine

A/N: So this is my first imagine and it’s really shitty I’m sorry

Summary: You spill your smoothie on Audrey’s shirt and lend her your sweater, which she refuses to return. The amazing @asexualbuckybarnes gave me the idea!

Warnings: slight mention of murder, homophobia, mostly fluff oops​


When you first met Audrey Jensen, you were a shy fourteen year old girl with thick glasses and a certain admiration for the short-haired girl that ventured slightly beyond friendship. But back then you were young, innocent and so very confused about the whole ‘liking girls’ situation. Your mother’s offensive opinion on the LGTBQ+ community -often describing  them as disgusting and vile- made you despise your sexuality and yourself, but that all changed the first time you and Audrey kissed. You could still remember it like it had happened merely seconds before.

It was a month after Piper Shaw’s demise, and Audrey was currently seeking comfort in your arms. She was also appreciating your mother’s collection of expensive alcohol, but you were more than happy to join her in getting wasted. You welcomed the scorching of your throat as you downed yet another shot of vodka. The burning reminded you of an incident that occurred while the Lakewood slasher/podcaster was still alive,  you remembered the flames licking at your skin, the smoke choking you, threatening to swallow you whole-


The pronunciation of your name was slurred and slow. You felt Audreys hand land on your thigh, distracting your dark thoughts and causing you to smile widely.  

“Audreyyyy?” You copied her speech, letting out a drunken giggle as Audrey attempted to glare at you but ended up dissolving into pointless laughter with you.

“Are you okay?” you questioned worriedly as Audrey stopped laughing abruptly, her eyes flashing around the room anxiously.

“Y-Yeah…I just thought I heard something,” she said shakily, flashing you a half-hearted smile.

You placed your hand over Audrey’s shaking one, entwining your fingers and smiling at her reassuringly.

“You’re safe now, Auds. We’re safe now.”

Her light eyes scanned your face, a fond smile lighting up her face.

You felt yourself flush but you didn’t break eye contact with her. Audrey’s eyes were glowing in the dim lighting of your room and you realised how close your faces were. Her dark hair fell in front of her eyes, shielding her right eye from your view and casting a slight shadow over her face. You absentmindedly brushed her hair out of her face, letting your fingers trail down the side of her face and along her jaw.

You bit your lip and for a second you wondered what would happen if your mother -for whatever reason- decided to come home early from her vacation and caught you in such a compromising position with Audrey.  

You pushed those thoughts out of your mind, nothing was going to happen. And even if something did happen, like you had been wishing would happen since you were fifteen, you wouldn’t let your mother ruin your happiness once again with her homophobic views.

Audrey’s hot breath fanned over your face and you found yourself unconsciously leaning closer. Your eyes darted toward her lips and back up to her eyes, a invitation.

Seeming to not need anymore provoking, Audrey’s lips pressed against yours, one of her hands raking through your hair and the other pressed into the small of your back, pulling you closer to her. You smiled into the kiss, moving to wrap your arms around her neck. She pulled away after a couple of seconds, resting her forehead against yours and letting out a happy sigh.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,”

Then you laughed, a joyous sound that made Audrey’s smile widen.

“Most likely not nearly as long as I’ve wanted you to do that,”

And this time you kissed her.

Smiling to yourself, you thought about how much had changed. After that night you had both continued to remain friends while sharing secret kisses once in a while, until Noah caught you both kissing while at Audrey’s house, which lead to Audrey confessing her feelings to you the next day and then you became official. You had now been dating Audrey for a couple of months and you couldn’t be happier. She had stayed at your house that night, and she was sleeping in your bed while you had slipped away to make breakfast and get a drink.

Or you thought she was asleep. When you felt arms wrap around your waist, you should’ve known it was Audrey, but you got such a fright that you squealed and  jumped into the air, leading your smoothie to tip out of your cup and all down you and Audrey. You immediately flushed bright red and Audrey’s half-annoyed, half-amused expression melted into a smile.

“I’m so sorry! I’m such a fool oh m-hmmm!”

You were cut off as Audrey rolled her eyes and pressed her lips to yours, her tongue darting out to lick the rest of your smoothie from your bottom lip. If it was possible, your flush darkened.

“It’s fine, Y/N. I’m gonna go for a shower, you coming?”

You scowled as Audrey smirked and winked at you teasingly, but you followed her anyway.

After both you and Audrey had showered -separately, much to Audrey’s disappointment- you had changed into a pair of dark-wash ripped jeans and a dark blue crop top while Audrey was riffling through your clothes in search of a shirt to wear. In the end she chose a red cropped sweater and wore the same ripped black jeans and tank that she had the day before, as you had washed them but were unable to get the stain out of her jumper.

You were planning on asking your mother to get the stain out of it, because all faults aside your mother was amazing at getting stains out.

“You ready yet?” you asked from your sprawled out position on your bed, letting out an impatient sigh. Audrey rolled her eyes.

“I only took ten minutes, Drama-Queen,” she muttered, brushing her hair out of her eyes then pulling on her boots.

Glancing up at her, you felt yourself blush yet again. She did look good in your cropped sweater, better than you did and you were the one who owned it. It didn’t matter how much time you spent with Audrey, you still found yourself left red-faced and stuttering because she was so damn beautiful and amazing.

“You planning on coming or are you going to lie in bed all day?”

You blushed again and hurriedly stood up from your bed, somehow managing to tangle you leg in your duvet and tumbling to the ground.

Audrey’s laugh rang through the air, gradually getting louder as she got closer to you and untangled you from your duvet. You would probably never stop embarrassing yourself in front of Audrey, but you didn’t mind as long as you made her laugh.

“Let’s go, clumsy, before you break a bone or something,”

She held you hand as you both made your way to your car, preventing you from tripping several times and laughing each time.

It had been a week since Audrey had stayed at your house and borrowed your sweater and it had been four days since you had returned her now clean shirt but she hadn’t returned your cropped sweater. You didn’t really mind that much, but since you and Audrey had such different styles in clothing (although there was the occasional similarity, the cropped sweater being one of them) it was quite odd and quite amusing, since she changed the subject whenever you brought it up.

“Audrey? Wait up!” you yelled, spotting her leaving the school, wearing your cropped sweater. She slowed down as she heard your voice, smiling at you once you caught up to her. You were going to her house for a while, getting some alone time was rare when Noah was around to intrude but due to his and Zoe’s developing relationship you and Audrey had much more time together.

Once Audrey began driving towards her house, you rested your head against the window and glanced at her out of the corner of your eye.

“So, are you planning on giving me back my sweater anytime soon?”

The question was anticipated, that much was obvious by her lack of reaction besides the small quirk of Audrey’s lips.


You didn’t expect her to be so blunt, but being blunt was in Audrey’s nature and it was one of the many, many things you loved about her so it was no surprise.

“And why’s that?”

Unexpectedly, colour bloomed across Audrey’s cheeks. She rarely ever blushed, Audrey was usually the one making you all hot and flustered and then teasing you about it.

“Ehm- I like it…And it reminds me of you,”

You smiled at her sincere response. Ever since the second Lakewood massacre you both made an effort to stay at each others houses whenever possible, as it had been hard to sleep alone when you both felt to unsafe. It was good to know she still had some sort of comfort when you couldn’t come over.

“You can keep it then. It looks good on you anyway,”

Which was true, plus it made you feel happy seeing her in your clothes.

Audrey pulled into driveway of her house and smirked at you.

“Thanks, you look beautiful today by the way, incase I haven’t told you already,”

She hadn’t, and the compliment made you smile, Audrey was always going out of her way to make you feel confident.

“My Dad won’t be home until later…” she trailed off suggestively, grinning cheekily.

You didn’t let her say anything else before you leaned over and wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her face closer to yours and kissing her.

Audrey hummed in appreciation, the action being unexpected but obviously welcomed.

She pulled away after she realised she still needed to breathe and laughed.

“If that’s what taking your close makes you do, I might do it more often,”

You rolled your eyes at her, a fond smile on your face as your finger trailed over her bottom lip.

“I love you, loser,”

Audrey looked at you with just as much love and appreciation as you did for her, and you were overjoyed by that.

“And I love you too,”

anonymous asked:

Hi, can i ask you a more accurate story of persephone?


Welll hi hi hi my Anonymous buddy! So you want to know the story of pretty little flower princess who was whisked off to the Underworld, cried then kinda thought ‘fuck it’ and became a Queen, GrEaT and TerrIBLE? My pleasure! However the accuracy I can’t guarantee - even the original sources tell this story several different ways. But yo, Imma try. Tbh it’s really all a huge metaphor for corn. But whatever, we’re here for the gods. So lace up ya sandals and slap some olive oil on ya booty, here we go.

It started when Hades was kinda not feeling the love in the Underworld, so he thought ‘hmmm, Imma get me a wife.’ However, wives were not allllll that plentiful in the Underworld, and although there were quite a few goddesses up top, which of them would want to forgo all the fuckin flowers and sunshine and green shit to come and live with him? I don’t expect many of them would want to, and Hades kinda thought the same. But he was determined to get him a wife. One day he was either derpin about with his helmet of Invisibility (Fun Fact: Hades’ name or Aides, as it is in Greek, actually means Invisible\Unseen) or wistfully looking up at the world of hot women, when he espied Kore (or as she was later known, Persephone) and her fuckin wonderful ankles. Seriously, it seems her ankles were something short of orgasmic. Anyway, in a kinda Disney moment of Love At First Sight he immediately knew she was The One. However. Problem:

Both Apollo and Hermes (sometimes ares and Hephaestus too) had tried to woo Kore, but Demeter had a fit of protective, motherly rage and threw their gifts at their stunned, godly faces (just another addition to Apollo’s lady woes - read more here. In fact he probably shrugged and just sighed). She then moved Kore away from all the Olympian gods into Nature. But Hades had A Cunning Plan. He went up to Zeusy-Pie and was like ‘sup brudda, can I marry yo daughter?’ To which Zeus replied ‘which one, I have like, fifty.’ Yea, Hades said “Demeter’s daughter, the cute one with flowers and the A+++ ankles.’ And lo, Zeus replied ‘I always knew you liked cute, fuzzy things.’ To which Hades countered (probably, I’m getting carried away like Persephone lol sorry that pun) “Fuck you.” And Almighty Zeus winked but said ‘Not today.”
Yes, Zeus agreed that Hades could marry Kore. Now, in Ancient Greek society, it was considered romantic to kidnap the woman you wanted to marry. In fact in some places (Sparta???) you actually couldn’t marry her unless you kidnapped her. Thus we get a lil bit of Greek social customs all mixed in with this myth, because what did Hades do? He kidnapped her. Some myths say she was picking flowers and he just opened up the ground, sort of thrust out his arm and yoinked her down under. Some myths say he burst forth upon a dread chariot and whisked her away to the Cave of Attis. Others say he created THE MOST beautiful flower the world has ever seen for, well, bait, (like seriously, this thing made the entire world ‘sing for joy’ apparently) and when she picked it he was like ‘gotcha! Zeus told me ladies liked flowers’ (lol what would Zeus know, he never tries actually be romantic) and carried her off. Varying degrees of Greek romance from the ol’ one armed snatch to the Eye-Shatteringly Beautiful Flower. So, Kore was taken down below one way or another and this, while providing a metaphor for the life cycle of corn (or Korn. Lol no, she’s not a heavy metal band) also royally pissed off Demeter.

Demeter went a̷p̵̧eś͞hi̷t̸̀ . Within reason; she didn’t know who the fuck had stolen her daughter. So she flew about the earth in grief and didn’t eat or drink. She even recruited Hekate to guide her around underground with her flaming torches. But Hades, Mr Invisible, seems to be the most hardcore (haha hardKore SORRY) hide-and-seek player ever. Kore was nowhere to be found. Then the two goddesses happened upon the titan Helios, who was kinda the sun but then Apollo’s also the sun, so they probably time-shared. Helios was like, “yo, I saw who took your daughter.” Demeter probably pinned him to the ground and screamed WHO AND WHERE, NOW! Helios was a chill kinda dude so he told her it was Hades, but he also said ‘yo, Hades is actually a pretty ace bro (he really is, read about Hades here) and she couldn’t find a better husband. Like, Hades is actually gr8.” He then rode off and probably shed some tears of unrequited man-love for Hades. But this made Demeter go into MEGA RAGE MODE. She didn’t let any crops grow. The mortal bitches starved and this did not make Zeusy-Pie happy. 

The King of the Gods then went to Hermes and was like “Listen son, Hades is sweet on you, so go ask him for Demeter’s daughter back.” (there is no Hermes\Hades in Greek myth, but sorry, I ship it so bad. Ignore my unnecessary shipping). So Hermes trotted off to the Underworld to see  his Mr tall, dark and handsome. MEANWHILE Hades probably noticed the amount of starved people dying and was like “ho gonna take my waifu away somehow, I just know it.” So he fed Persephone a (or a couple of) pomegranate seed(s), which would ensure she had to return to the Underworld.
So the male boo Hermes came down, asked for Persephone back and probably because Hermes is so cute, Hades didn’t get mad, but said… oh, fuck it, this is probably one of the nicest things a god has ever canonically said to their wife so Imma copy and paste it: “ Go now, Persephoneia, to your dark-robed mother, go, and feel kindly in your heart towards me: be not so exceedingly cast down; for I shall be no unfitting husband for you among the deathless gods, that am own brother to father Zeus. And while you are here, you shall rule all that lives and moves and shall have the greatest rights among the deathless gods: those who defraud you and do not appease your power with offerings, reverently performing rites and paying fit gifts, shall be punished for evermore.’ - Homeric Hymn 2 to Demeter Part III . And he fuckin kept his word on that too; Helios was right.

Y’all kinda know the rest of the story. Persephone organized a two-thirds-of-the-year timeshare with Hades (to complete the Corn Metaphor) and one third with Demeter. Hades got a wife, Demeter got to see her daughter, Persephone became a QueEN of DarKNESS but also got a really decent husband and the mortals didn’t die. All round good ending for everyone. 

This myth I generalize on a lot of things. It is told a variation of different ways, but my method on myths is this: I try and retell taking Ancient beliefs and customs into consideration, the translation of ancient languages\beliefs by modern scholars into consideration, overarching characterization, and I take the most well-supported myth and add bits of the other ones to it. I also use my knowledge of the original sources and how reliable they are (e.g I am more likely to refer to\trust a Greek source than a Roman retelling). You also gotta use a bit of your own intuition on myths because, yo, we’ll never really know which is the correct one. That’s why it’s a myth! But I hope you enjoyed my retelling of how Persephone was a delicate flower princess turned Queen of DaRKNESS . Original sources here, wikipedia here. Holy gods, that was long, but there it is c: Feel free to ask about anything else you like, my anonymous homie! Till next time!

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The Little Religion

We called it the Little Religion because they were only four members: Gina, the baker’s wife; homeless Owen; Pally, the chestnut farmer; and my brother Curt.

They held services in the town square at noon each day. They were quiet with their worship. The four of them would sit in a circle on the grass, talking in whispers and holding hands. It became a common sight to see them there. Other than that they spent their time doing ordinary things. Gina would help her husband in the bakery. Owen would wander the town looking for odd jobs. Pally would be on his farm. Just typical, regular things. Curt was the only one who seemed to disappear for long stretches of time.

The only other odd part of the Little Religion was that they never slept inside. Whether it was warm or pouring rain all four of them could be found sleeping under the stars.

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