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unicorn emoji reviews

bright! colourful! a victim of apple’s love of the blur tool and gradients but shes doing her best! 3/5

a sturdy boy with a golden horn! a bit plain but otherwise charming! 4/5

this guys a bit of a show off, the kinda guy who shows up to a party uninvited and starts telling you stories of all the princesses hes granted wishes for and then gets mad when you ask him to leave. 1/5

just a simple unicorn trying to get by, soft and kindhearted!! she’ll share her magic with you and not ask for anything back, if you’re lucky she’ll show you were to pick the best berries 5/5

soft and cute but all i want is for them to please stop staring at me 3/5

the kind of unicorn that can only be summoned by gay wizards in the most dire of situations. hes also gay 6/5

a minimalistic and bright pal, their stare might be cold and dead but thats just because theyre planning a really great surprise 4/5

a punk lesbian unicorn, she listens to thrash metal and captures the hearts of every gay horse from here to venus 5/5

this unicorn is perfect in every way. elegant, graceful, ethereal. she’s perfect 10/5

Druid: “I’m out of spells and all of my weapons are short range, so I’m going to take the hip bone of a nearby skeleton and throw it at the mimic.” *As he rolls* “Pelvic thrust!

*Five minutes of laughter and three points of improvised weapon damage later*

DM: “You do five damage to the mimic. You get two pun damage and- it’s the mimic’s turn. The mimic doesn’t know how to follow that, so it just stares at you and misses its turn because it can’t believe you just said that.”

*Cue the rest of us trying to get pun-damage for the rest of the game and turning the Raveloft one shot from horror to sitcom comedy*

fireflies | M

Contains: fluff, smut {punk!taehyung}

Words: 17,158

Summary: “There’s no hope for people like us, sweetheart. We’re destined to fall in love a thousand times, and have our hearts broken in each one of them. We might as well be miserable together.”

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A/N: Long fics might be turning into my new aesthetic. I’m sorry.

You never truly believed in love at first sight ― there was no reason to. The very idea seemed far too preposterous to be taken seriously, too ludicrous to exist outside of dreamy movies or forgotten fairy tales. How could two strangers cultivate such deep, mesmerizing emotion in the mere seconds they held a glance? How was it possible for them to simply know of their fate in the short amount of time they encountered each other? ― No; there were no soulmates, no predestined encounters. At least not for you. For you, there was only the faint ghost of a broken heart, the haunting of crumbled expectations; and the strong, determined promise to never fool yourself into another failed attempt at romance.

When you first saw him, however, you felt like the cosmos had morphed into static.


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The signs when their crush is staring at them
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Aries:</b> I FUCKING KNEW IT. Soulmates, can we made out already?<p/><b>Taurus:</b> Omfg, what should I do now? *hit them with food*<p/><b>Gemini:</b> "Oh, hi. Do you wanna marry me?"<p/><b>Cancer:</b> *dies*<p/><b>Leo:</b> Too fabulos even for you. Kiss my ass, I know you want to.<p/><b>Virgo:</b> It's rude to stare at someone but it's okay if you stare at me.<p/><b>Libra:</b> "Just so you know, if you'll stare at me more than 5 minutes you will have to pay."<p/><b>Scorpio:</b> *stares back harder* I could do this all day<p/><b>Saggitarius:</b> Tries to do something funny, ends up in hospital<p/><b>Capricorn:</b> Resting bitch face on the outside, dies on the inside.<p/><b>Aquarius:</b> Stares back or just ignores them. No in between.<p/><b>Pisces:</b> Am I dreaming or what?<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
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TIDAppreciationWeek17 Day 3 | Favorite Book: Clockwork Princess

No, the last thing she cared about was whether people were staring at the boy and girl kissing by the river, as London, its cities and towers and churches and bridges and streets, circled all about them like the memory of a dream. And if the Thames that ran beside them, sure and silver in the afternoon light, recalled a night long ago when the moon shone as brightly as a shilling on this same boy and girl, or if the stones of Blackfriars knew the tread of their feet and thought to themselves: At last, the wheel comes full circle, they kept their silence.

Patronus
  • So the patronus isn’t straight up taught in Hogwarts, as a wise professor once said, it’s a ‘highly advanced spell, well beyond O.W.L level’
  • But you know, this is the marauders, the rebellious little nerds that we all know and love.
  • So James got hold of a book from  the library one day about how to do the patronus and it seemed very cool. Not the whole fighting dementors part, but the distant and simple communication? priceless for a marauder.
  • And so they all stayed up one night trying to learn how to do it.
  • Sirius was actually the first to successfully do the spell. He had spent the last hour lavishly flinging his wand in the air shouting ‘Expecto Patronum!’ to no avail. Them Remus told him he should try to think of a happier memory.
  • He thought of the first time he had called Euphemia Potter ‘mum’. It had been an accident and had really just slipped out. He had been so embarrassed. But none of the Potter’s seemed to have noticed. A few moments later James had turned over to Sirius and said.’Could you pass your brother the salt then?’
  • And Sirius had never felt more part of a family in his life.
  • He was so engrossed in the memory he didn’t even notice the frantic black dog shoot out to his wand and knock Peter onto his backside.
  • Peter was next, he was thinking of the moment when some of the Slytherins had been bullying him earlier one day in first year and he had been crying down by the lake all afternoon, only to have Remus come up and sit behind him, rubbing his back and comforting him. Then Sirius and James had pushed the Slytherins into the Black lake right in front of him. How they had laughed. Real friends.
  • The small rat that scurried out of Peter’s wand that night was the first and last one Peter could ever produce. This was 6th year and soon the war became to much for the young boy.
  • Standing next to a struggling James, Remus was viciously whispering and flicking his wrists over and over again. ‘Expecto Patronum. Expecto Patronum. Expecto f’fucks sake. This is hopeless.’
  • ‘You can do it Moony.’ Sirius smiled.
  • Remus thought about the first time he had kissed the stupid black haired Gryffindor in front of him. Sirius had been stealing something out of one of the cupboards along the school corridors when Remus had caught him on prefect rounds.
  • Looking back on it Remus couldn’t help but laugh at how unsubtle Sirius had been about the whole thing. ‘Oh, we seem to have bumped into each other Moons’ ‘What a coincidence.’ Remus of course had just assumed Sirius was trying to tease him into giving him detention, something Remus would never do, and had ended up getting pretty annoyed and flustered about being this close to Sirius in a small space and omg he could feel the heat of his skin and ah this was too much and he couldn’t stop talking.
  • Until Sirius closed that little gap between them to shut him up.
  • And Remus had never been happier. And he had never looked back.
  • And then a large animal came running out of the end of his wand, and Remus thought to himself.
  • ‘It’s a dog! Sirius and I have the same Patronus!’
  • Only Remus’ was much bigger than Sirius’ dog… and it’s tail was bushier.. and did it just howl?
  • No. This wasn’t fair. Not this. That wasn’t how this was supposed t be. It was meant to be a happy memory. This wasn’t fair, after all this time, the one thing he thought he could share with his boyfriend.. and this was what he gets… another reminder about how imperfect and unworthy and unwanted…
  • And then there was Sirius standing next to him, sliding his arm around his back and kissing him gently on the cheek.
  • ‘I love it.’ He whispered.
  • ‘ ‘s not fair.’ Remus mumbled.
  • ‘Remus look.’ Sirius replied. ‘it’s not that. It’s a wolf. A normal wolf. A loyal and pack having, friendly wolf.’
  • And Sirius was grinning.
  • But Remus just shrugged.
  • James was having the most trouble of them all.
  • Something was wrong, he just couldn’t seem to do it. He kept thinking of happy memories, first time he rode a broom, first time Sirius came to stay, first time he transformed into a stag.
  • And still nothing.
  • Tiny wisps of silver.
  • And then nothing.
  • ‘It’s fine James, we already know what it’s going to be.’
  • ‘I know,’ James replied through gritted teeth. ‘I just want to see it.’
  • And he was so fustrated.
  • And making a crap load of noise about it too.
  • So much noise in fact, that he started to wake the other residents of the Gryffindor tower up from their slumber.
  • And so a very grumpy and tired Lily Evans came storming down the staircase.
  • ‘What in Merlin’s name are you twats doing now!’
  • ‘Ah Evans.’ Sirius grinned. ‘care to join us?’
  • ‘It’s three in the fucking morning Black! I’m supposed to be sleeping, except someone has been screaming for the past half hour about how hard this is and he trying but it’s not working, and I can’t tell if James is finally losing his virginity or doing his homework for once, but what I do know is that it’s stopping me from being able to enjoy the few hours of the day that I don’t have to be around you lot.’
  • A rather deeply embarrassed James pushed past a bent-over-with-laughter Sirius.
  • ‘Actually Lily,’ he said, trying to act suave and like he hand’t just heard the last bit. ‘We are trying to do the patronus charm.’
  • This had peaked Lily’s interest, and although she knew better, she asked. ‘Really? The patronus charm? Wow. A proper one?’
  • ‘Yepp.’ peter chimed in. ‘And we’ve all been able to do it, except for James.’
  • Lily cocked her eyebrow.
  • ‘Oh.’ She smiled. ‘Let me try then.’
  • James, not wanting to be shown up any more by the fiery red head who was hopelessly in love with, quickly butted in. ‘No no. I mean, you can try.. but its really hard and took everyone ages to master and you’ll be up all night trying and-’
  • ‘Potter.’ She replied sternly.
  • It only took her three attempts.
  • And there it was.
  • A beautiful silver shimmering doe burst through the tip of her wand and gracefully ran across the common room, galloping past it occupants before turning and vanishing as Lily dropped her arm. She grinned.
  • ‘See? Not so hard then.’
  • James just stared. Open mouthed. Like the rest of the marauders. Dumb-founded in total and complete shock, until Lily just gave up on them and went back off to bed.
  • James didn’t have any trouble producing a Patronus after that.
  • Lance: We're trying to find someone to perform our wedding but they're all boring or annoying or can't stop staring at the ladies.
  • Pidge: You should have one of us do it!
  • Keith: We're getting married-married, not sixth grade married.
  • Pidge: It's a real thing! Anyone can get ordained on the Internet and perform weddings and stuff.
  • Hunk: I call it!
Vow

*swamped with homework and feelings and managed to shell this out a month late…I’m a mess™*

Request:  Hii can i have a drabble thingy game with jimin?TY😙😉 12,23 by  rebelliousjvmin

Word Count: 8.6k

Originally posted by bwipsul

He’s a literal angel


You were immersed in a deep sleep, tired from working on a large project that was worth half your grade. In you attempt to disconnect from the world around and sleep peacefully, you blocked out the sounds and all touch with reality. The sudden dip in your bed didn’t bother you, the presence of another body and an arm haphazardly wrapping around you, these were things you were blocking out. Until you felt a finger on your cheek.

“Hey, roomie.”

“I hate you.”

“You know you love me.”

“Kiss my ass, Jimin.” You used to think you were lucky to be paired up with your best friend in the dorms of your university. Until you realized he was a clingy, sassy and messy guy that never failed to annoy you. His leisure attitude towards school was opposite to your dedication to reading every word of your textbook. He was a jock, baseball being the reason he was here in your room and cheekily smiling at you.  

“I wouldn’t mind doing that.” You whacked him in the face with your pillow, wanting him to leave your room but he instead pulled you closer against his chest.

“Let go of me, you pervert.”

“You told me to kiss your ass, now…”

“I swear to god, Jimin, I’ll suffocate you in your sleep.”

“Kinky. I always wanted to test out breath play.”

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Jack suddenly was too close to his face again, that shit-eating grin plastered across his mouth, -“It’s called flirting, dumdum. Your head’s too thick for my subtle hints, so I have to be direct.”

Rhys sank his head into the chair, trying to distance himself as far away from Jack as was possible. He kept staring into his eyes, and Rhys had to swallow down. His throat was suddenly way too dry.

There was no way he wasn’t kidding, right? So why the hell did Rhys’s face burn like it was on fucking fire!?

so i was hoping that drawing a scene from my own fic would actually make me wanna finish it…. i think it’s working?

Chapter 4 of Corruption (Read on AO3)

Langst Headcanon

Soo, I’m really new to the fandom but when I discoverd the Langst Tag, I was surprised by how much I needed it! There are soooo many good langst things out here. Well, this is my share:

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the foxes as things i've said:
  • kevin day: *consumes my own drinks and my friend's drinks* alcohol poisoning come at me.
  • andrew minyard: nice guys finish last, which is why i act like a dick
  • aaron minyard: no seriously, fuck that noise. fuck your noise. fuck my own noise. let's all just shut the fuck up.
  • nicky hemmick: "it's only gay if-?" pls. it's always gay. lol no hetero.
  • neil josten: leg days? more like leg life. i'm always running away from my problems, bitch.
  • matt boyd: *stares lovingly into my best friend's eyes* wow, wait what did u say?
  • allison reynolds: when u said pretty, i heard it as petty and i was like: yeah, same thing tbh.
  • renee walker: knives are aesthetically pleasing but i won't hesitate to use them because blood can be aesthetic too. <3
  • dan wilds: really, ur mistake is thinking i'll be nice just because i smiled at u once.
  • coach wymack: what kind of shituation?
  • Bonus- Seth Gordon: i'm dead af but who cares *shrug emoji*

“You seem very put together and secure in one self so I’m going to ask you this, and I would prefer it wasn’t publicly posted. Even if you don’t respond, that’s okay, but at this point I feel like I would appreciate a wiser person’s perspective. My boyfriend and I broke up, which may sound petty, but the shitty way I feel is not. It was because he was too overwhelmed to put effort into it. What would you suggest is the best way to move on from said breakup? HOW DO YOU PURGE YOURSELF OF EMOTION”

I asked this reader for permission to pull her question out of my askbox and answer it publicly because it seemed like it might be useful to more than one person considering becoming an emotional robot.

Dear Unnamed Reader,

First: you’re not going to like my advice.

Second: you don’t have to take it. I’m really only adequately equipped to give advice on how to be more like me, and trust me, sources are widely divided on whether this is a good thing. 

Third: I don’t think your turmoil is petty. One thousand ships have been launched in the name of a bad break-up.

Fourth: You ask me how to purge yourself of emotion. I reckon this must mean I don’t look like a hot mess on the internet, which is good to know. But I assure you that when something pings my emotional radar, I feel all feelings at level 11. Example? This morning, I gave Lover a ride to an errand. We took my old Camaro. On the interstate ramp, I put the car through its paces and experienced the burst of joy that comes in third gear at 4400 rpm. Once the car had settled, I realized Lover was staring at me. “God,” he said, “can you be any more happy?” No. No, in fact, I couldn’t. Emotions are binary in Maggie Stiefvater. You should have seen me when I first heard Two Door Cinema Club’s “Sun.” I almost died from happiness. 

But that also means my negative emotions are dialed to 11. I don’t often get upset — I’ve just become so unreasonably plucky that I assume all woes are transient, so whatevs. Because of my outsized belief in my ability to problem-solve, I really only get upset when I feel powerless. 2015 turned out to be the year of powerlessness: terrible things happening to friends, to my family, in the world. I finally broke last weekend over a comparatively tiny thing —a news article printed stuff about me that was so hilariously not true that I thought no one would believe it, particularly as the truth was still perfectly findable. But they did. And I couldn’t do a thing about it without stirring things up more and getting yet more messages telling me how glad they were to see me shot down from my Raven Cycle induced high blah blah etc. A minuscule thing — but yet more powerlessness after a year of epic powerlessness. I proceeded to launch 1,000 emotional ships. Work ground to a halt. I listened to Kygo’s remix of Matt Corby’s “Brother” 62 times in a row without pause. I sat under my office desk, only emerging to give in to to my OCD, which demanded, among other things, 17 clothing changes in 8 hours because SEAMS GOD THE SEAMS WHY. I blew a deadline. I flew to Colorado. I exceeded the speed limit in a rental Nissan that was not meant to exceed the speed limit. I blew another deadline. I paced until I couldn’t feel my knees. I thought about how I’d ruled out self-harm as an option a decade ago. I returned home. I sat on the shower floor for a very long time. I failed to sleep. I could have pretended that I wasn’t hurting, but — 

Fifth: you cannot cut out the sad emotions without cutting out the happy ones. 

Sixth: I am a disgustingly happy person. I fucking love life. The number of things in life that please me daily continues to astonish me, considering how terrible the world is. But I’m a happy person because I’m also sometimes a wretchedly sad person or terribly angry person. If you want to live life turned up all the way, you have to be open to the possibility of both joy or despair. 

Seventh: which brings me to the advice you’re not going to like: being miserable right now is not a bad thing. What you’re feeling is a valid response to a situation that you feel powerless in. It’s horrible. But you feeling genuine pain now means that you can — and will — feel genuine happiness at some point. Agony and joy come from the same place: being emotionally invested in your own life. 

Eighth: The way back to happiness is getting out of the cycle of powerlessness — basically, finding a place you can have agency again. Your misery is going to want you to find a way to be powerful in your current miserable situation. If you’re anything like me, you’ve rehearsed a few thousand options in your head. Calling him and winning him back. Making him feel as sad as you. Sending ugly greeting cards to his mother. Anything that would make you feel like you’re not completely helpless. But you need to find something else that you can be the boss of. Remind yourself of the things that make you feel like a badass. It doesn’t matter how silly or stupid they are. It can be as difficult as a project that you think will change the world, or as easy as playing a song that always gets you high. Do that.

Ninth: Do not listen to Kygo’s remix of “Brother.” It will not cheer you up.

Tenth: There is no tenth, but I really wanted one. So eat more leafy green vegetables.

urs,

Stiefvater


ETA I CHANGED IT TO 2015 I DON’T KNOW WHY I KEEP CALLING THIS YEAR 2016

Hamilton Characters as things said by me and my friends
  • Alexander Hamilton: *staring intensely at an essay* *whispers* I spelt Shakespeare wrong.... shit
  • John Laurens: *in the middle of PE* I'm a fucKING HOMOSEXUAL!!!1!!1!1!
  • Lafayette: j'aime beaucoup le poules!!!!!
  • Hurcules Mulligan: *slams hand on table* spILL THE TEA
  • Aaron Burr: one time I had a girlfriend for a whole day
  • Thomas Jefferson: on a scale of 1 to sin how much sin do I sin?
  • James Maddison: no I really think its best for me to sit this one out... I'm ill
  • George Washington: I wish you were all dead but here I am... the mum friend
  • King George: To be honest this whole year can just go die for all I care
  • Angelica Schuyler: feMINISM
  • Elizabeth Schuyler: I may seem smol but I'm actually even smoller than that
  • Peggy Schuyler: *opens door* and this is the liquor cabinet
  • Maria Reynolds: one time I broke the law *stares of into the distance* ... littering
Best scenes of Ch.126

1. Can Kaminari never stop playing with Ojiro’s tail ‘cas its friggggggin’ adorable. And Ojiro doesn’t object so win win??!!!?!

2. I can’t even imagine Ectoplasm singing…like think about how after work the heroes just go to the nearest Karaoke bar and sing along to ‘My Heart Will Go On’

3. I swear Momo, you are the best. Momo-sensei. Please let this be a weekly thing so everyone can gather around the lobby and just listen to her ramble on and on about literature and calculus. I want Todoroki to be there just staring at her in awe

4. THE BROTP OF ALL TIME….CLAP UR HANDS FORRRRRR TODOBAKU! THIS BRODOROKATSUKI SET UP WILL SET UR HEART ON FIREE

5. Can’t forget the PLUS ULTRA face of UA

Punk (Chap. 2)

Originally posted by kryzx

Summary: You’re head over heels for you’re best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 1805

Warnings: Cursing, low-self esteem, chubby!reader x bucky, idk….

A/N:  I hope you like this chapter, for some reason I enjoy it a lot though it’s not much.  I have a three day weekend coming up so hopefully I can continue working on my fics.  Thanks for your patience and I LOVE the feedback :]


 

Natasha Romanov was many things: ace assassin, hotshot hacker, super spy.  Pleasant in the morning?  No. Not one of her virtues. You might as well have poked a sleeping bear with a pointy stick; their reactions were generally the same.  Though the bear was more likely to let you live, come to think of it.  But desperate times called for desperate measures.

 The red head cradled her mug as she shuffled back towards the bed with eyes half open.  You took that as an invitation, though it probably wouldn’t work on vampires, you’d have to remember that should the time come.  You kicked the door shut and plopped onto the bed where a half-naked Clint was slowly entering the world of consciousness.  You signed “good morning” to him once his confused expression grazed from Natasha and back to you.  He grinned puckishly before speaking aloud, “Is it my birthday?”

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Imagine : Being Hope Mikaelson’s Twin and Kol blames the Family for constantly ignoring you (part 2)

I am sorry for not having this sooner please forgive me senpai 

Originally posted by beverlyslaurel




Young! Reader x Father ! Klaus

Young! Reader x Uncle!Kol




It had been a week since the incident with the Kidnapping . So far every one is slightly shaken up that something like that can happen to their dear hope. Or well every one would if Kol would forget about the person who was actually tortured like everyone else did to  Y/N .


She hadn’t really spoken much since the incident . But her screams in the night , showed her true emotions .


But it seemed like tonight was not one of those nights thankfully. Kol didn’t know how much longer he could stay calm , her leg was healing nicely.  Well nicely enough when your ankle is fraktured


The originals tried to give her blood but every time she would pretend to drink it or just not enough to heal her completly.



But she was healing as her family tended to Hope’s crying. Kol watches at (y/n( , whom gasps as her sister nearly falls on the steps but doesn’t move from her seat . “Hello darling How are you ,” he says walking up to her. “I am fine uncle Kol , how are you ?” He could tell she was trying to be happy but her smile didn’t reach her eyes or heart.



“Come on love you can’t be sad forever . I am sure your parents were al–”


“Already taking care of Hope and tending her needs . Its fine Uncle Kol , they were just to busy doing other things . they couldn’t focus on me and Hope. I am just glad You we’re there for me when I needed you ” she then gave Kol a hug making him smile for the little girls sake , but he knew deep down its was going to take more than a hug to comfort the young child . 


“ hey get dressed Aunty Davina wanted to give you a check up ” he says, making a smile whip onto the small girls face as she goes to prepare with her  crutches in hand to support her body.

“So do you intend to steal away my daughter every time something happens to her ,” scowled Klaus.


“I told you already Niklaus . it isn’t stealing if she want to Come with me . It’s not like.your trying to.do you job when it comes to taking care.  Of her .” kol says. “I am taking her to the cauldron to see Davina wanted to check on her leg . ” he continues.


“Do you intend to take her to some outsider , when Freya is hear with more magic and  knowledge,” he says, as his anger rises.“Thou Davina isn’t as powerful Freya. She is more around and loving to her” 

  ” Is that so brother then tell me who is the person that helps wrap (Y/n( bandages when  Hayley isn’t around , or when Y/n needs help reaching her courtches.“


"Y/n wouldn’t even need crouthes if you even batted an eye at the girl. You fear they will both push you away when they grow up. But they have nothing to push away if you don’t care for the both of them ,” Kol says walking up to Klaus . Both of them were so angry they didn’t notice that Y/n walking into the room.


“ If its such a problem that I go out with Uncle Kol then I won’t go. No need to fight over anyone . ” she said then makes her way back to her room leaving the two grown men alone .

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“Oh its you,” she said walking into the room . “Must be  horrible being a human . You know only to live ,survive only to be killed ” she says.

“What do you want Hope” Y/n says holding on to her sketch book. “What can’t I just come and check on my twin” she Scowls at the word . 


“I mean after all I need to be a bigger person here,"she pushes off Y/n’s crutches from the bed and snatches her sketch book from  her .

"Hey what the fuck,” Y/n said as Hope sits down and Klaus comes to the room.  Klaus gasps at Y/n words.

“So you expect to go out with Kol ,with that kind of language ,” he yells walking up the the human child as tears brim Hope’s eyes .


 "You and I are going to talk about this ,“ he said walking away with the fake crying Hope from the room . Y/n glares at her twins walking form and sighs knowing that they won’t believe her story .


Y/n POV


I take a deep breath trying to calm my nerves but nothing is working.  "Little brat” I say noticing that my sketches were all torn out .  I place the now empty sketch book on the bed side table . 


I was about to try and pick up my crutches when Uncle Elijah and Klaus walks into the room and locks the  door.  "Y/n please tell me what your father heard you say isn’t true ?“  Uncle Elijah asks. 


Uncle Elijah was always there for me when Uncle Kol wasn’t around or in this families case awake or alive. I could tell he wanted to give me the benefit of the doubt but he knew I would be lying to him .



"Hello Y/n I believe your Uncle asked you ”


“Yes Uncle Elijah I did curse at Hope ,” I said cutting off ‘my father ’ if I can even call him that . He is more like the sperm donor who didn’t leave the baby mama.  Yeah that’s it.


“And what was this reason you attacked your sister,”

“Its not an attack all I said was 'what the fuck’ is exactly like say ’ what the heck’,” I say staring dead at them.


“Are you sure that is all you said ,” said Klaus



“Are you sure you have sensitive hearing cause you sure don’t act like it ,” I cross my arms , making Klaus huff in anger . “Y/n you are not allowed to go read or practice magic . When you go to school . You go and come right back . Nor are you allowed to meet Davina at all or go to Marcellus ,”

I felt like my was heart being stabbed repeatedly . “ wha- are – Fine ,” I say knowing that arguing with the two of them is useless. Everything I loved to do and take it.  


Yet if it was Hope they would let her off with a warning . I release a sigh as they walk out the room with not another word . Yes I know what I did was wrong –


My thoughts were interupted when I notice Uncle Kol walk into the room . “Hi Uncle Coco ,” I say as he picks up my crutches from the ground and leans them on my bed side tables. “I heard what happened ,”

“Not like you wouldn’t someone would off told you eventually,” I say , my sounded sad and defeated but its not like my voice should be for from it cause of everything .


“It wasn’t such a nice thing you said to Hope . ” he sits down onto my bed . I look down to my F/c bed sheets   . “If you heard what she said you would think what I said would be angelic ,” I say leaning on my head board .

“And what would that be darling ,”


“She said my purpose in life is to grow only to killed only to be killed .”  the feeling of wanting to cry engulfed me . My own sister wanted me dead . and doesn’t even think off me as a person. 


“My sisters thinks I am made to die . Maybe those people who has kidnapped me should of killed me , or better yet  ” I didn’t notice tears were coming out my eyes until Uncle Kol pulled me into his arms. Thou I am with him I feel alone .


 * Maybe I should kill me self* I thought as he rubs my back. *But  I can let Uncle Kol know my plan * I thought hugging him back. “ Are you OK little bird ” he said putting his chin on my head. I wipe my tears and snuggle into his chest . “Yeah I am fine ” I said knowing I won’t be able to bother anyone any more .

Rockabye (pt.2)

genre: fluff and just a little angst /stripper!au

pairing: you x jimin

word count: 2.5k

listen to this song during the dance. 


The Private Dance

Originally posted by nnochu


Jimin? What an interesting name, you thought to yourself.

It was already the day after you had performed for Jimin. Although you performed for Jimin once, you had to admit that you liked it. You really liked performing for him.

The way he looked at you like you were the only girl on the planet. Like you were this, some sacred treasure nobody could touch. Jimin, no matter how bad he wanted you already, respected you. He respected woman and didn’t use them. That doesn’t mean a lot coming from him since he did go to a strip club but he just needed a release that day.

And you were his release.



Tonight, you found yourself worrying more than normal. You were doubting yourself with how you would be able to turn him on, again. What if you couldn’t? What if you messed up?

You always did this to yourself when you had to do a private dance. It would be just you and him in that room. Of course, you were fine with it, it was just something you didn’t do too often. Jimin looked like he was easy to get excited, so that helped you relax a little and knowing yourself, you could get any man to melt under your touch. You could make their imagination run wild within seconds. This was going to be easy but most of all fun. Not only for him but you also.

You’ve been working already for a couple hours and it was already 9:30. You haven’t been able to think of anything but this dance. You had to make sure everything was perfect considering last time he gave you a $20 tip. The more money, the better.

You got up from the red leather couch you have been sitting on and walk over to the bathroom. Normally, you didn’t care if you looked amazing. You just didn’t care about anything but ever since Jimin laid eyes on you, you felt self-conscious. Not because you didn’t feel pretty, it was just more because of the way he looked at you. His fierce stare that made it seem like he was slowly tearing your clothes off of you. No guy has ever looked at you like that. Yes, you’ve gotten looks but his looks were just, different.

You look into the mirror and fix your hair until you are satisfied with the way it looked. You had brought a bag with you so you could touch up your makeup. Before almost feeling content, you sprayed Victoria Secrets: Noir Tease on your wrists and neck. You take one last glance and sigh, mentally preparing yourself, as you walk out of the bathroom and make your way to the back so you can put your bag back into the little locker that was reserved for you.

As soon as you make your way back to the main floor you slowly look around. You missed him at a first glance but after looking again you saw him on the other side of the room leaning against the wall, hands in his pocket, and his hair swept back. He was wearing all black, with a velvet blazer, and the only thing that stood out from his appearance was his big, pink and full lips. How could a pair of lips make you feel so flustered?

You hadn’t realized you were gawking once again until he smirked and shook his head until it was hanging low. You started working your way to the main register and waited for him to get the memo. He did and made his way to you.

You run your hand through your hair and place the palm of your hand under your chin.

“Ready?” He speaks up. His voice was deeper than normal, lust obviously present in his voice.

“I suppose, follow me.” Your voice returned to its sexy state.

He steps back as you make your way around him. You were in front of him and just to purposely tease him more, you walked extra with more hip and sway than you normally did. You felt his stare burn through you but it was okay, you liked it. That was what motivated you.

Before you finally come to a closed off room, you ask how he was doing.

“I’m good, just stressed out that’s all.” He replies, continuing behind you.

You hummed. “ I think I can help with that.”

He chuckled and nodded. “Good, that’s just what I need.”

You finally reach the room and walk in, closing the door and locking it behind you.

The room was empty, only containing two chairs, a red light hanging above them, and a stereo system for playing the music. The room screamed nothing but sex and lust, even the smell that came with it. Perfect.

“Take a seat.”

He obliges and slowly sits down, still not taking his eyes off of you.

This time you were wearing a shirt, that was slightly more revealing than normal. Obviously, that shirt would come off later in the dance but you liked the tease. You had on a different colored bra than last time, with shorts that fit in every place perfectly and a pair of underwear that complemented your body in every right way.

You walk past him, his scent lingering in your senses. It was purely intoxicating but you enjoyed it. You reach the stereo system and pull up the song on YouTube before pressing play.

Wet The Bed – Chris Brown

Ticking played for about 5 seconds, giving you enough time to set the phone down and walk over to Jimin. His eyes still stuck to you like glue.

“No touching. I can touch you but can’t touch me. Now, let us have some fun.” You whisper and the songs officially starts.

Hear the sound of your body drip, drip, drip as I kiss both sexy lip, lip, lips x2

You start off by slowly making your way behind the chair, standing where he couldn’t see you, and grip his head, making him move it from one side to the other. You heard Jimin sigh like that was all he needed already.

I ain’t afraid to drown if that means I’m deep up in your ocean, yeah.
Girl I’ll drink you down, sipping on your body all night.


You move to his side, as he turns his head and eyes you from bottom to top. You grab onto the back of the chair, making sure it was supporting you, as you slowly lay your back down on his lap. He tensed at the feeling but then soon let out another sigh while tilting his head back. You bring yourself back up and stand up. You walk back behind him and at the next part of the song, you place your leg in front of him, setting it on his thigh as you run your hand up and down it.

I just wanna take your legs and wrap around, girl you’re coming right now
My head to your chest
feeling your heartbeat girl


You place your hands on his shoulder and slowly move down to his pecks, then down to the beginning of his belt. You then move your hands back up and repeat the move once more.  You could feel the heat of his skin radiating through his clothes. You move back to being in front of him and slowly grab the end of your shirt and pull it over your head, leaving you in your bra and shorts. As you get closer to him, you place each hand on his thigh and slowly separate his legs, making a perfect spot for you to sit on and straddle.

Ima kiss you right, yeah, yeah,
I’m gon’ lick all night, yeah, yeah
Girl when I’m inside, yeah, yeah
yeah, girl, you heard what I said
I’m gonna make you wet the bed, bed, bed


You slowly grind on him during that part of the song. He was already getting lost in your body so soon, wanting to do nothing more than to touch you.

I’m gonna make you wet the bed
bed, bed, I’m gonna make you wet the bed,
bed, bed, bed. I'ma put your legs around behind
yourself, your head, then I make you wet the bed.

You lift yourself off of him and turn back around both hands on his knees. You slowly separate them once more as you make your way down in between them and slowly bring yourself back up, rotating your hips to the music.

“Ah, you’re so good-” You shush him gently, putting one finger over his lips. You then grab the chair that was empty and sit backward on it, still facing him. There was a part on the chair that was covering your womanhood- your legs spread wide- just perfectly, so he couldn’t see anything. Your throw your head back as he continues watching your every move. You do that until the first chorus plays once again.

I don’t want to be a minute man baby
you’re just like a storm rainin on me
girl you’re soakin wet
Ima kiss you right, yeah, yeah,
I’m gon’ lick all night, yeah, yeah
Girl when I’m inside, yeah, yeah
yeah, girl, you heard what I said
I’m gonna make you wet the bed, bed, bed


You stand up from the chair and kick it out of the way. You hook the sides of your shorts and slowly pull them down just to the start of your underwear and bring them back up, giving him the perfect striptease while you move your hips from side to side. You drop down, legs spread wide again, whipping your head to the side as the guy in the song raps. Then the chorus starts again and you slowly take your shorts off all the way before placing your self back onto Jimin, slowly starting to grind on him once more until the song comes to an end.

You move off of him, beads of sweat were formed on his forehead. He was breathing heavily and you look down noticing that he was clearly excited.  


“I’d pay you my whole bank balance for that again.” He speaks up.

You chuckle at his words and look down but don’t say anything. You make your eyes look back to his face and there he was, smiling away, not a sign of lust in sight anymore. He was looking at you again like you were the only girl in the world. Most guys after a  private dance offer more money to fuck but Jimin didn’t do that. Instead, he gives you a compliment you don’t hear often.

“You’re beautiful, you know that right?” Your cheeks turn red at his words. How they rolled off of his tongue so easily.

The last time you got called beautiful, was well, a long time ago. Once again, most guys screamed profanities in your face and called you whore or slut. You have never been called beautiful, by any man, let alone a customer. Jimin didn’t understand how much that meant to you. He got up from his seat and grabbed your shirt and shorts that were thrown onto the floor from when you had taken them off.

“May I?” He asked.

You didn’t know exactly what he meant but as soon as you nodded, you did and he told you to lift up your arms. You listened and he slowly put your shirt back on, doing the same with your shorts as you held onto his shoulders for support.

“A girl like you, shouldn’t be doing this sort of job. Men are gross and will use you. Please don’t tell me you sell yourself for sex, that’s the last thing I want to hear.” He speaks up as he backs away from you, giving you, your personal space.

His comment threw you off guard, again. He just paid for a pretty much fully clothed fuck session and he just told you, that guys would use you?

“You know, that doesn’t really mean much coming for you. You are paying good money to have a girl dance on you. Your girlfriend can’t do what I just did?”

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” He replies immediately. “and I know it doesn’t mean much coming from me but I just wanted to see you again, that’s all. I just didn’t know how to ask, besides asking for a private dance.”

“Interesting. I’m surprised you haven’t offered $100 yet and asked to fuck. Most guys do.” You answer back, ignoring the fact that he just said he wanted to see you again.

He slowly walked closer to you and stopped until very little space was left between your bodies.

“I don’t treat girls like that. I’d never pay for sex.” He whispered. “But I would pay to keep seeing you. Let me tell you something. I’m not one to really get crushes but when I first laid my eyes on you, I could’ve sworn I died just at the sight of you. Your body, your charisma, and confidence. I’ve never been so attracted to a girl,” He paused then carried on “but you, oh, you had me at hello and ever since you performed for me that first time, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.

Were you day dreaming? One of the most beautiful guys you have ever seen in your entire life was complementing you repeatedly, making your stomach form butterflies and looking at you like you were all the money in the world.

“No amount of money is enough to buy a body and use it for something so awful, so please tell me you don’t sell yourself.” He brought up the sore subject, again, since you didn’t answer the first time.

You didn’t reply. You were embarrassed and hated telling people that you had to occasionally get money from sex. And you really didn’t want to tell Jimin because you liked him and it was pretty obvious he liked you. You were scared he would run away, just like all the others did.

“Your silence tells me you have. Why?” He asks sympathy in his tone but mixed with disappointment as well.

“I need the money, that’s why. I have no other choice. I’m a single mom, raising a kid and paying bills”

He steps closer to you, your lips barely touching.

“Understandable, Can I take you out?”

Your heart was nearly beating out of your chest. Warmth spreading all over your body as his gaze pierces through you.

“Um-I, guess there’s no reason you…can’t.” You say more as a question than an answer in your normal, high-pitched, and nervous voice.

“Ah, I like that answer.” He pulls out his wallet once again, this time giving you $100- the same amount you charge to have sex for only 30 minutes and that may seem like a lot but you’d be surprised at how many guys would pay that amount of money for a good orgasm- and a card with his number on it.

“Oh, uh, Jimin, you only have to pay $70.” You suddenly say as soon as he walks away, almost reaching the door to exit the room.

“Keep it, you need it more than me anyways.”

hey-therejuliet  asked:

Your blog is simply amazing. I've read all of your prompts and godd I didn't think I could love this pairing more but you've made it possible. I was wondering though. Could you write a fic where they don't know what personal space is.. like they're always graviting towards each other but don't realize it until several people point it out. You would make my day like you did today and put so many smiles on my face and I felt really giddy. Love your work so much 💕

Hey, you’re awesome! Thanks so much love! I love this prompt, I could totally see it happening on the show.

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Reaching over to grab a handful of chips out of Betty’s lunch box, Jughead threw his arm over her shoulder, effectively dragging her even tighter against his side.

Kevin elbowed Veronica in the ribs, causing her to turn and raise an eyebrow in annoyance, dramatically throwing his eyes over to the pair he made some sort of quiet noise along the lines of “mmmhmm”

Veronica’s eyes widened at The sight in front of her, Betty leaning into Jughead while his arm was wrapped lazily around her. To anyone else in the world you would think these two were a couple, the level of comfort and intimacy They shared was unbelievable, they didn’t even seem to realize the closeness continuing with their conversations as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

“Strike two.” Kevin whispered into Veronica’s ear with a wicked smile. She returned it and quickly sent a text to the redhead sitting across from her.

VERONICA: Cheryl, you seeing this?

Cheryl’s eyes turned up from the text on her phone, casting a glance to Betty and jughead

CHERYL: this is totes nothing compared to the walk to physics class.

Veronica laughed out loud remembering the hilarious scene she had watched take place.

Betty and jughead couldn’t seem to stop tripping over each other, every time Betty would move right Jughead was right on her heels, stepping on the backs of her flats, if jughead moved to head the opposite way Betty just so happened to be going the other direction causing at least three collisions in the middle of the halls.

She was silently laughing so hard at the memory tears were streaming down her face.

“You okay Ronnie?” Archie said eyeing her watery eyes and reaching a hand out to wipe a stray tear.

“You’re crying!” Betty jumped up knocking jugheads arm right in his face , causing her to break into another fit of uncontrollable giggles.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. I’m just having….spacial issues.” At this she set off Cheryl and Kevin, they were now laughing equally as hard she was.

“Did I miss the joke?” Jughead said confused

Betty raised an eyebrow as the lunch bell went off “apparently I missed it too.”

Everyone stood to head back inside, feeling slightly high from there five minute long laugh fest

“You guys are so weird.” Betty huffed as she grabbed her bag.

Jughead just shook his head, nudging Betty over so he could walk beside her.

As the group walked to their final class of the day, one of the mathletes accidentally shoved Betty into jugheads arms

“Watch where you’re going! I’m sure solving derivatives can wait.” He snarled towards the tiny freshman.“you okay?” he asked, his arms still comfortably holding her from behind

She nodded, resting her head against his chest.

Veronica stared at the pair, looking around at her swooning friends, she had to get to the bottom of this.

“Okay what’s up with you two, it’s like you can’t be apart for more than three minutes and it’s like gravity keeps pushing you two into each other.” She said sassily

Jughead dropped his arms from her waist and Betty stepped away blushing.

“What are you talking about Ronnie?”

“Oh come on guys, everyone can see it except you two, you’re like destined to be close.” Cheryl answered giddily, she loved a good romance.

“Totally agree, like Romeo and Juliet.” Kevin nodded.

Archie laughed “its totally true, I haven’t seen one of you without the other in weeks.”

Jughead was smiling down at Betty now and she looked up at him with a curious smile

“Whaddaya say bets? We can’t let the universe down can we?” He smirked holding his arm out for her to take.

She laughed loudly, sliding her arm into his.

“You’re so right juggie, physics and all that.” Smiling and holding each other close the couple made their way down the hallway, leaving their friends to stare in shock

The silence was broken when Archie mutter d happily

“I ship it.”

They all die in the end

Originally posted by jjks

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Sniper!Au / Angst / Smut (a tiny, tiny bit) / One-shot

Rated T for mentions of murder, death, mature themes

Word count: 10.5k rip

Synopsis: In his long career, Yoongi had quickly learned how being a professional killer required many do’s but only a few dont’s - just two, to be more precise: nr. 1 never miss your target, and nr. 2 don’t ever get caught.

And yet, after meeting you, it was crystal clear that he had never considered the most important one.

Nr. 3: never fall in love.

Author’s note: Finally!! This is my first request, with the prompts sniper!Yoongi, His beauty could kill you and They all die in the end. To the cute anon: I hope you like it just as much as I enjoyed writing it even tho this is the angstiest shit I have written until now.

Also, a special thanks to @inktae and @sugajpg for bearing with my existential crisis about this <3



Yoongi doesn’t really feel ashamed of his job.

Sure, he kills people in exchange of money – good money, to be more precise; but it’s not something that actually bothers him in his sleep. Well, he is blessed with dream-less nights after all, thus he can’t really be definite about it: maybe, if nightmares of blood and screams and horror filled his mind, then he wouldn’t be so serene, so apathetic about it. Maybe, he would feel a decent amount of regret.

But again, that isn’t the case, and so he’s able to look at everyone straight in the eyes, lips guiltless and always curved in a faint smile – they would have been murdered anyways, if not by him, surely by somebody else. At least, Yoongi gives them a quick death.

And it’s not like he targets innocent people anyway – well, as much as someone could be innocent nowadays. Oh no, he usually works for the Mafia, sometimes for the Intelligence when they need somebody to act outside the law: the flies he has to kill are always the dirtiest ones, buried in some horrid shit up to their neck, and thus with a bullet into their throat they die. Or in the forehead, or between their lungs – it doesn’t really matter, does it?

So no, Yoongi doesn’t really feel ashamed of his job.

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The Labyrinth Chapter 33

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 4.1k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

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