it's like he is forcing it to look up

the rough times of the day

“GUUUHHH”

Another wave on sickness rushed through Bendy as the last bit of his last meal was again rejected by his body now laying in the bucket before him which he was gripping for dear life. Tears where starting to collect them self’s at the edges on his eyes and the bitter sting left behind by the thick black liquid dripping down his chin made him want to throw up again but there was nothing to throw out anymore.

“come on Bendy big breaths” his brother said in a soft voice, gently petting his back to help him through the pulsing pain wreaking his body.

Bendy gripped the bucket a bit tighter feeling something all too familiar slowly crawl its way into his senses sticking his nerves with a fear of what’s about to come next

“oh no”

Boris pulled his hand back a little so it was hovering above Bendy’s back but not touching him.

“Bendy?”

A scream ripped itself from Bendy’s throat, a hot shot of crippling pain wreaking through his abandon as if his body was rejecting its own stomach. His arms shot out to his lower body gripping into his own skin so tight that if he wasn’t crippling under the pressure of his disease slowly destroying his body, he would have feared he tear open his skin.

Bendy was vaguely aware of the bucket tipping over and falling out of his lap, spilling the black stuff everywhere and leaving behind an gut wrenching sour smell.

“I’M GONNA DIE, I WANT TO DIE”

Boris quickly placed his hand back on Bendy’s lower back and let the other find its way to the others knee, little tear welled up in his eyes, not being able to bear looking at his brother in so much pain.

“n-no Bendy don’t say that be strong oke, you’ll be oke.. j-just hold on”

Another scream was forced out Bendy, still gripping into his stomach, the red hot pain ripping both his mind and will apart like it was a piece of paper.

“BROTHER I CAN’T IT’S TO MUCH I CAN’T PLEASE JUST LET IT END”

Bendy sobbed, it was too much to handle. The heat it was too much he was losing his damn mind, He couldn’t he just couldn’t.

“bendy”

A pair of arms wrapped themselves around Bendy’s shoulders, pulling him quickly but gently against Boris chest that was shacking from the sobs and hiccups going through him.

“please it’ll be oke brother just don’t lose hope please”

Boris held Bendy closer to himself like his was trying to squeeze away the illness that was wreaking his brother. 

Bendy breathing picked up some more, swallowing big gulps of air like he never had taken a breath in his life. trying to shut it out the feeling of his nerves burning and screaming out in bloody murder. Trying to push through and passed the crippling hot pain and the feeling his lungs where getting skinned alive.

If not for himself he was trying for somebody who still needed him, the person he cared about most in the world, “for Boris” he told himself .

Slowly ever so slowly relaxed even if it was just a tiny bit, the pain died down enough for him to regular his breathing and lean against Boris, too exhausted  to move.   

“it’s oke”

Boris squeezed Bendy a little closer to him, tears now freely going down his face.

“it’ll always be oke, I know you’re strong enough Bendy”

A little smile showed itself on Bendy’s lips when Boris started wiggling his tail happily, glad that his brother was more or less oke now.

“I’m not strong” Bendy said with a weak voice that was still tuckered out from all that screaming. “you’re the only reason I keep fighting Boris” he said with a soft sigh, now relaxing fulling against the other, leaning his head against Boris chest.

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i tried 

you probaly get a fuck ton of these already but meh i thought you might like this one

(sorry i’m a shitty writer)

anyhow this is based on that little comic when bendy was pretty much dying but not quite

welp here you go have fun with it 

fic by idk-likesomeone

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thank you for this awesome fic! 

actually I didn’t get any fanfic about this AU; you’re the first bruh!

I added a little art if you don’t mind ^^

Boyfriend! Jimin

Jimin would be the type of boyfriend that is really playful. He would try his best to make you laugh 

And sometimes, he would even tease you in public and around other members 

Originally posted by sugutie

But then pretend to be all innocent and act as though he did nothing wrong 

Originally posted by bwipsul

Overall though, he would be a really sweet boyfriend. 

He would forever give you little kisses and do his best aegyo for you ( even though its lowkey cringy when he tries to force aegyo)

Originally posted by jxnhyungs

But it always makes you smile, which is why he does it. 

I also feel like Jimin is a hugger and so you would always get hugs from him, OH! and LOTS of cuddles !!!

Originally posted by yanderelevifangirl

(ignore the caption ^^)

But let’s not forget, Jimin has a naughty side !

Originally posted by louizlake

Jimin is the type to run his hand up your thigh whenever he is in the mood. 

Originally posted by pocahontas-cd-4-daddy

And whisper dirty things in your ear. 

Originally posted by kpop-undertaker

And let’s not forget, his constant lip biting just to tease you and pushing his hair back because he KNOWS it drives you crazy.

Originally posted by amsimaria

And that look he would give you when he is needy:

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

But he is a sweetheart at the end of the day, so every day spent with  him would fill your day with happiness. 

Bonus : Pink haired Jimin (ah~ i love it so much)

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Chirrut’s never been on an ocean planet before Scarif, never been off-world before Eadu, but he liked the salt smell and the feel of actual warmth from the sun, underneath the blood and metal, despite some of that heat surely being fire.

So after the battle is won, and their Rogue team is a thorn in the Rebellion’s side as opposed to the proud lapel bloom they had once been, they request some- shore leave, as it were.

They ask for somewhere tropical, to rewrite their sensory memories.

Cassian sleeps, at long last he sleeps, in the shade of K2’s new body, ignoring the complaints about sand and rust.

Jyn and Bodhi play a raucous game of volleyball: Jyn is far too competitive and Bodhi runs away from the ball every time she smashes it with fearsome glee.

Baze floats in the gentle shallows, because feeling weightless is something he hasn’t allowed himself for decades.

And Chirrut- well, Chirrut can’t swim (where on Jedha would he have learnt? the kyber salt pools were waist high at best) but he wades in after Baze anyway, bare chested with the skirts of his new robes hiked to upper thigh, because he’ll be damned if he misses an opportunity to conquer something new. Plus Baze is enjoying himself, and Chirrut likes to enjoy Baze enjoying himself.

Swimming is a lot harder than he’s been led to believe. He swallows a lot of seawater, but by the time Baze drags him back to the beach, Jyn has shyly produced… a buoyancy aid.

“What does it look like?” he asks, croaky and delighted.

“A Corlassian seadragon,” says Baze, voice wavering from panic turned to mirth. “A pink one.”

They float together, hands clasped so that Chirrut doesn’t drift away.

“Oh,” he sighs, “it’s like being swept up in the Force. Surrounding us, warm in its current. Why didn’t you ever take me swimming somewhere?”

Baze snorts, fond. “Like you would have left your beloved sand. Besides, you say that of everything. Dust storms are like the Force. Fresh soup is like the Force. Sex is like-”

Chirrut dunks him, and paddles away laughing.

Flutterflies

Summary: In which Draco becomes friends with the golden trio in first year and seven years later he’s hopelessly in love with Harry.

Word Count: 14.6k

Includes: smut yo

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  • Keith: (excited because he's finally allowed to go look through Lance's knife collection)
  • Keith: what's...this...
  • Keith: (holds up a pastel pink knife with Hello Kitty print on the blade)
  • Lance: (forced laugh) ha ha yeah so I totally bought that as a joke...It's funny. Isn't it funny? Totally funny. Anyways-
  • Keith: (raises an eyebrow)
  • Keith: (pulls out several more Hello Kitty in various pastel shades)
  • Lance: (sweating) It...It was a pack, okay, thEY DIDNT LET YOU BUY JUST ONE STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT
The Labyrinth Chapter 30

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 6.5k

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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Imagine: Giving Daryl His First Blowjob and It Leading to Rough Sex

(A/N: Well, it’s official, Norman Reedus has made me complete trash. Enjoy this other lil one shot thing I had to write out).

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Daryl had secured the room and he stood there awkwardly as you walked up willfully to him and pressed your body suggestively into his, rubbing your chest up and down his, done with any subtle clues, needing to show him tonight how much you wanted him.

Daryl had recently confessed to you that he had never been given a blowjob before, this leaked out one night during a drunken session of truth or dare between you. You had been hinting at Daryl for months now, trying to get him to see how much you wanted him. After that night, you knew you had to make it up to the man, you planned to do it when the time was right. By looks of this old secure house, you had just found it.

Daryl noticed your eyes on him, his jaw tightened and he stared at you like he didn’t know what to do.

You smiled playfully in response and squared his shoulders, pushing his body back onto the bed behind him, his legs dangled on the edge.

You smile and kneel down in between his legs as you graze your hand up and down his muscular thighs, watching as your hands rub his blue denim jeans harshly, causing warm friction to be created. You lick your lips and rub your thighs together as your eyes lock on to the button of his jeans and his hard cock, throbbing inside its prison. You run your hand over it and intentionally rub it up and down, looking innocently up at Daryl, who is biting his lip and groaning to himself, trying to keep control.

“Shit, Y/N…” Daryl half grunted, half moaned, as his eyes close at your touch.

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anonymous asked:

Viktor melts into a puddle the first time yuuri speaks Russian

Admittedly, Yuuri had been practicing this for days.

His feet drag as he paces in their kitchen, ears attentive for the familiar sound of a lock clicking and a bag being set down by the front door. His phone is in front of him and Mari had always told him that having his head bent over like this is bad for his spine but he does it anyway, reading the Russian over and over again.

Lyubov moya.

Lyubov moya.

He breathes in, out, in and out again, stretches his arms back and realizes that he has been pacing for well over twenty minutes now and that Makkachin is starting to look genuinely concerned. Yuuri smiles at him reassuringly and Makka just lowers his head back to the hardwood floors, seemingly content with that.

And then the lock.

And then the bag.

“Yuuri,” Victor calls casually, the way he always does when he returns from practice at a different time than his husband. “Are you home?”

Normally, Yuuri would call back, but instead his feet force him into the lobby and Makkachin sprints, pouncing with his paws on Victor’s thighs and his head turned up towards him, happily panting. Yuuri stays in the small space between their kitchen and foyer, waiting.

(He doesn’t know what he’s waiting for yet, but he’s waiting.)

“Hi, lyubov moya.

And he purses his lips.

For a second, Victor looks confused. Makkachin gets off of him and he steps forward, eyebrows drawing together. And then, like a switch, he’s beaming, corners of his eyes crinkling and a laugh drawing its way out of his chest and coming to life, irises sparkling and his hands reaching out and grabbing Yuuri by the hips and pulling him closer to kiss him, hard.

“Say it again,” he urges, keeping his forehead pressed close to Yuuri’s.

He laughs nervously. “I don’t even know if I said it right–”

“Say it again.”

Yuuri bites his lip. “Lyubov moya.

Victor sighs breathily, hugs him closer and rests his chin on top of his head. “Keep saying it. Never stop. Never ever stop.”

“So I’m saying it right?” he asks, grinning.

“Perfect. You’re saying it perfectly. And you’re perfect.” He squeezes him. “I love you. I love you so much. More than I… I… Do I get to teach you more things in Russian now?”

He laughs, ducks his head. “Admittedly this took me a while to learn.”

“Lesson time. I’ll change and meet you on the couch,” he says, squeezing him one last time before heading off towards the bathroom, footsteps even lighter than usual.

Daddy’s Girl

Titled: ‘Daddy’s Girl.’ 

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x daughter!reader 

Summary/A/N:  “Imagine You are Jensen’s daughter and you guest star on Supernatural and Uncle Jared and Daddy play with you on set.” You should make a fic out of this. Well, sure! This was requested by @chrisssyym and I really hope you got what you wanted! 

Warnings: Single Daddy!Jensen, little angst, but lots of fluff! Italics are flashback. The bold is the flashback within the flashback.

Tagging: @sis-tafics @mysteriouslyme81 @winchesters-favorite-girl@daughters-and-winsisters @spnsisimagines @winchester-writes @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @sincerelysaraahh @ilostmyshoe-79 @abaddonwithyall@winchesterwhisper @waywardsons-imagines @winchester-writes@winchesterfics @winchesterenthusiast @winchester-clique @soaringeag1e@spnfeelstrain @msimpala67 @ivvitm1109 @mkay-chan@the-mrs-deanwinchester  @one-shots-supernatural @mysupernaturalfics@supernatural-jackles @bringmesomepie56@youwerelikeadream@mysteriouslyme81 @zombi3gyrl07@beatlesobsessionlove @wanderer-08@madelineannmolder @feelmyroarrrr@girl-next-door-writes @oh-goodness-loki @chantillilace @mysupernaturalfics @castiels-sweet-little-grace @supernotnaturalcas @atc74 @mommaton@ilostmyshoe-79 @my–heroine@curliesallovertheplace @blacktithe7@pureawesomeness001 @little-red-83@deansbaekaz2y5 @ellen-reincarnated1967 @chaos-and-the-calm67 @tardis-full-of-fallen-angels@therewillbeblood @meeshw777 @intimeandspacewithyou


Jensen didn’t appear the least bit surprised when at their next con someone asked after the latest Supernatural episode if that was his daughter who was the guest star. Jensen was more than happy to talk about his baby girl. 

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Just Do It, Daryl

Request #1: Can you do a one were they hate each other with a passion, Rick sends them on a run together but they just keep arguing and smut happens (angry sex)

Request #2: Can you do one when Reader meets everyone in the prison and everyone sees right away how many things in common she has with Daryl but they both deny it and are arguing all the time or ignoring each other (whatever you prefer) until one day smut happens and they admit their feelings for each other?

Summary: Season 3 Prison Era. Daryl and the reader don’t get along and haven’t since she joined the group. Daryl thinks she wants Rick and he has a crush on her. Little does he know she feels the same way about him, she just doesn’t want to let him push her around. After yet another epic throw down fight, Rick has had enough and sends you two out on a run alone to figure your shit out. On the run Daryl finally decides to show you how he feels and angry, lovey-dovey smut occurs.

AN: I was in a lot of different places while writing this one, but I think it turned out well. Let me know if you like it! :)

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Damnit! There he was again! You complained to yourself in your head as your eyes met the dirty redneck that thought he could just take and do what he wanted.

You huffed, wincing your eyes as he walked toward you down the long corridor or the cell block, you of course just had to be walking the opposite direction, so your paths were forced to meet.

His eyes hardened when you narrowed your eyes at him and his jaw clenched, as he continued to walk your way, not giving an inch or a moment of hesitation.

You both walked toward each other dominantly until your bodies finally met, both of you standing slightly more toward the center than was needed to pass by each other. Your shoulders met with impact and you both cocked your heads over toward each other, with angry eyes.

The moment was filled with tension, but you would not allow yourself to back down, he had been pushing your buttons since the minute you joined this group. He always was blocking your path, wherever in this place you seemed to be, dominantly swooping around you, like he owned everything. You had always pushed back, showing him you were the only boss of yourself, no one else.

You peered into his eyes, yours hard as nails, as you pivoted your right foot around and planted it firmly to the side, squaring your shoulder and your body into his.

He growls a little in the back of his throat, pivots his right foot and squares your body back in retaliation. He eyes squinted and he looked you up and down, “Better watch where you’re goin, Y/N.” He growled lowly and pushed his body into yours.

You shoved your shoulder into his in return and glared up at him, “You better watch who you’re bumpin into, Dixon.” You growled defiantly and forced your body to stay in its defensive position as you glared him down.

You both stood there for what seemed like an eternity, neither one of you budging, until you heard Rick’s voice echoing across the drab concrete walls.

“Not this, again…” Rick said loudly to himself, shaking his head and putting his hands on his hip.

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The Matchmakers - Part 7

Art made by the amazing @bambz-art

@setthestarsxnfire​ and I wrote this one together! Hope you enjoy! This one is long so more under the cut~

MC: It’s a beautiful day!

Jaehee Kang: We should do something together

V: Agreed, it’s been awhile since we went out as a group.

ZEN: Like what?

707: Let’s go to the fair~!! ✧◕ヮ◕✧

ZEN: We’ve already been to the fair

Yoosung★: Oh? Since when :3

Saeran: ‘We’?

ZEN: Since
ZEN: Ehm
ZEN: No no, I misspoke
ZEN: I’ve never been there

Jumin Han: …

MC: Great!
MC: Then it’s settled, let’s all go!

Jaehee Kang: I don’t know if it’s something for me.

MC: Jaehee, it’s not the same without you (;﹏;)

707: MC’s secret weapon has been activated!

Jaehee Kang: Ah! I will go, MC!
Jaehee Kang: Don’t cry!

MC: Yaaayyy!!

Jumin Han: I really should finish writing these reports.

V: Come on Jumin, it’s Sunday.
V: Zen, you will be there, I hope?

ZEN: Hah… I suppose I can’t refuse if everyone wants to see me

Jumin Han: Alright, I’ll join.

MC: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Yoosung★: Saeran, you’re not going to protest as well, right?

Saeran: Saeyoung is already dragging me out the door ⌐.⌐

707: Whoo~!

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Bonus OT3 Drabble: Slinky

[Masterlist]

This. This is entirely the fault of @blackkatmagic and @nellynee, and this ask-post over on blackkat’s blog. Because I just cannot resist the challenge of ‘why break up one ship for another when you can have both as a healthy triad?’ So I wrote it, even though I never actually got far enough to meet two-thirds of this ship in canon, and most of the characterisation is based on blackkat’s fics (although probably not half so good as hers).

Because really, who could resist this; “Spunky young power couple seduces village creepy shut in. Everyone is confused.

OT3 for this prompt: Minato/Orochimaru/Kushina from Naruto.

“If I have to sit and listen to you gabbing on about weird obscure jutsu, then I’m going to do it over ramen, you know!” Teuchi smiled at the sound of his best customer approaching the restaurant, presumably with her boyfriend in tow. Sure enough, when Kushina pushed the curtain aside, she was preceded into the restaurant by a sheepish looking Minato. Kushina followed, pulling another man in after them by the wrist.

The redheaded jounin manhandled Konoha’s own snake sannin into the seat next to Minato, then plonked herself down in the seat on Orochimaru’s other side. “You didn’t have to sit and listen.” The man snapped at Kushina, clearly very annoyed with her. “We are quite capable of holding a conversation without you.”

Kushina scoffed at him, flapping a hand. “Please. Minato wouldn’t know what to do with you if I left the two of you alone for more than five minutes, you know.” Orochimaru failed to come up with a retort, looking baffled and irritated in equal measure.

Minato, on the other hand, turned very red and started spluttering. “That’s not- You can’t just- What are you- Kushina!” The last word came out as a whine, and Minato dropped his head against the counter.

“Don’t be such a ditz, pretty boy.” Kushina chided, and then turned to Teuchi before Minato could respond. “The usual, please, Teuchi-san! Plus whatever this awkward turtle wants.” She nudged Orochimaru with her elbow to indicate who she meant. It was a good thing she had, because ‘awkward turtle’ was not a descriptor Teuchi would ever have applied to him on his own. He started cooking up Kushina and Minato’s usual, even as he raised an eyebrow at Orochimaru.

Orochimaru ignored him in favour of glaring at Kushina. “He’ll have the shoyu tamago ramen with extra eggs.” Minato put in, recovering from embarrassment as fast as he ever did. It was a good thing he could do that, Teuchi thought, since he was dating someone like Kushina, who got a kick out of embarrassing people.

Orochimaru switched his glare to Minato. “I don’t recall asking you to order for me.”

“Did I get it wrong?” Minato asked, caught somewhere between innocent and smug. Obviously he hadn’t, because Orochimaru looked twice as likely to murder him, but conspicuously didn’t say a word. Minato beamed like the sunrise. “So, you were explaining the connection between space-time seals and blood jutsu?” He prompted brightly. Orochimaru sighed heavily, but answered with a long explanation that went entirely over Teuchi’s head. It clearly didn’t go over Minato’s head, because he was staring in rapt attention as Orochimaru talked, in a way that made Teuchi feel oddly like he was intruding on something private.

He served up their ramen, and was not surprised when Minato and Orochimaru mostly ignored theirs in favour of their discussion. He was surprised when it took Kushina several seconds to lift her cheek off her fist and stop staring at them long enough to start scarfing down her usual three bowls of ramen. She caught his look the first time she came up for air, and shrugged unrepentantly. “What? They’re total dorks, you know, but they’re my dorks now.

Orochimaru choked on his first bite of ramen. “Excuse me?” He demanded.

“Well, you are, aren’t you?” Kushina asked, smirking. “We’re a package deal, slinky; buy one get one free. If you want to get some this evening, instead of just staring at Minato like he’s a prime steak and you’re starving, you’re going to have to learn to dance with both of us, you know.” She paused, her smirk slowly unfurling into a predatory grin with far too many teeth. “Last chance to run screaming.”

The stunned look on Orochimaru’s face turned, once again, to murderous annoyance. “I think I should be saying that to you.” He hissed, leaning forward into her personal space to loom over her. Teuchi was a bit worried, although on whose behalf he wasn’t quite sure.

Kushina laughed, and shocked just about everybody when she closed the distance between them and kissed him. Minato whimpered quietly, staring at them with his mouth hanging open, while Teuchi was just trying to figure out when the world had gone insane. Kushina drew back looking infinitely smug. “Bring it on.”

[An Eye For An Eye]

Series: Fairy Tail.
Pairing: NaLu.
Setting: Canon - AU in which Dimaria blinded Lucy. 
Genre(s): Angst with a happy ending, romance.
POV: Natsu (first half), Lucy (second half).

Summary:  Love is selfless. Love is kind. And it is, for Natsu Dragneel, the only thing he can offer this Valentine’s Day. Because all the chocolates in all the world could never grant Lucy true happiness. Not now that she is blind to it. But maybe, just maybe, the magic of love can. 

Dedication: @chikach00 – Happy Valentine’s Day! Consider this my offering of bitter dark chocolate filled with delicious caramel sweetness. I really wanted to write something longer but school decided to throw multiple deadlines at me at once! Regardless, I hope you had a wonderful day, and hope you enjoy your gift all the same. :)

Lucy sat with her back to the window. A haze of sunlight silhouetted her against the blinds, giving her a warm but subtle glow. She was ethereal – out of reach. And yet she was right there in front of him; where she had been since the war had ended. 

Natsu watched with keen interest as Lucy rolled the stem of a flower over her palm. The blue petals framed a vibrant yellow centre that shared a likeness to the sun. And of Lucy, the way she used to be. Before the light was stolen from her eyes. 

Lifting the flower to her lips, Lucy took a deep breath and ventured to recognise the scent. Her forehead wrinkled in thought as she considered. Natsu hadn’t seen that expression in a while. But then, Lucy rarely showed her feelings these days. Every smile seemed forced. Every tear went unnoticed – by all, except him. Her strength was dwindling. 

Appeal to her other senses, Erza had told him. She might not be able to see them, but being able to recognise your gifts will bring her joy.

‘Forget-Me-Nots,’ Lucy realised, a hint of a smile ghosting her lips. 

And then her gaze lifted to meet his. Her once-brown eyes, now a pale silver with the absence of sight, always seemed to know where to find him in the room. They shone gently in the muted lighting, like two stars concealed by a heavy mist of cloud. 

Natsu’s gaze slid to the letters on her desk. They were covered in incoherent scribbles and traces of tears that once spattered the paper. She said it helped her to envision things she might forget – like the rush of a story flowing on the paper, or the sorrow of a letter her mother would never get. And now, because of him, because he’d failed to protect her, Lucy would never write those letters again.

‘You don’t like them?’ he asked, forcing himself to look at her. 

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oh god i finally wrote something. i could cry lmao.



Tony doesn’t like wildlife.

Well, that’s not entirely truthful—he doesn’t mind wildlife on his TV screen, for example, or safely contained in cages at the zoo. That’s perfectly fine. Nice and sterile.

But now wildlife is staring him in the face and screaming and Tony, frankly, isn’t sure what to do for the first time in his life.

He gapes at the raven.

The raven caws in return.

The bird somehow managed to wedge it’s head into the bare inch or two of space between the metal railposts of his patio and the glass that made up the fence. It’s furious—scratching at the glass with sharp looking talons and screeching like a banshee every time Tony so much as fidgets.

“Well, what the fuck am I supposed to do?” Tony asks, throwing out his hands. “This is Malibu, why are you even here?”

The raven stops moving, as though Tony just said something so profoundly stupid he stunned it into silence.

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obsessiveshayme  asked:

I have a prompt! How about Barista Sid and super flirty customer Geno with SWid writing something cute on his cup?

This one…kinda got away from me, and 1. Sorry this took so long, and 2. I kinda veered from the prompt? A lot? And I think I was kinda projecting a little about how I feel about flirty strangers?  But I hope you enjoy it regardless. 


“It’s Tuesday,” Flower says, with the kind of resignation the day always evokes. He doesn’t have to explain further, Sid knows what he means. Tuesday means the Russians are coming. Well, Sid is pretty sure the quiet blonde guy is Scandinavian, but mostly, the noisy group that takes up, bare minimum, three tables at 412 Coffee is Russian. Holding court among them most days is Alex, whom Sid privately just labels “Loud Motherfucker.” 

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NCT 127 Reacting To You Biting Them

Anonymous: Hello, please please can you do nct127 reaction to girlfriend biting them while making out 👅

A/N: I’m gonna leave Mark and Haechan out cuz they’re underage and it makes me uncomfortable cuz they’re small babies


Taeyong:

Taeyong caressed your back as you sat on his lap, your tongues battling each other. Ever so often he would giggle into your mouth and you would kiss him harder. You suddenly lost control of your movements and bit his lower lip. He let out a slight gasp, pulling away. You stared down at him guiltily and slightly disappointed that the moment had been interrupted. “Jagi,” he looked up at you slowly. “I didn’t know you could do something like this.” His deep voice worried you as he held you by the hips and pulled you close so now that your noses touched. “I think you should be punished for it,” he whispered. You smiled with relief as he pinned you under him and started kissing your neck.

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Yuta:

Saturdays with Yuta had always been the same, warm and lazy. Today he had other plans. Your short and soft kisses modulated into something more deeper and heated as the time passed. As he continued assaulting your lips, you got sucked into the euphoria and accidentally bit his lips. He stopped for a millisecond, your mouths still in contact with each other. “Patience, grasshopper,” he smiled as continued kissing you. 

Originally posted by princerenjun

Jaehyun:

Jaehyun’s arms were wrapped around your body and your legs were wrapped around his. He played with your hair as you both made out on his couch. Jaehyun wasn’t the one to be gentle, he always initiated it, caught you off guard and started working himself on you before you could get your thoughts in order. He smiled amidst the kiss, his hand moving down your spine, sending shivers through your whole body. After achieving a level of confidence you bit his upper lip, strongly needing him in every way but bit too hard without meaning to. He pulled back immediately and touched his lips, his face losing the expression of ecstasy. “Jae, I’m so sorry,” you said softly. He pretended to be in much more pain than he actually is which got you really worried. He looked up at you and smiled devilishly. “Haha you should’ve seen your face!” And then proceeded to laugh at you as you left the area. He spent the whole evening apologising but ending up laughing after every single apology.

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Doyoung:

Doyoung worked his way up your neck, gently nibbling the supple skin of your jawline. His kisses were mesmerising, sending you in a different world but they were also painfully slow. You wanted to attach your lips to his, to feel him more closely but he leisurely tortured you. When he did reach your lips, you hastily moved your hands to cup his face and assailed on his lips, instantly biting his lips, deliberately but too hard. He gently pushed you back, touching his lips which bled a little. “Oh my god Doyoung I’m so sorry!” You said, feeling remorseful. He shook his head and smiled, “I deserved it.” And proceeded with the heated kiss that turned into something more physical later that evening.

Originally posted by doyo-ng

Johnny:

Johnny cupped your face and stroked your skin as he made out with you. You had your hands up in his hair, grabbing the soft strands harshly, needing him more. In an attempt at pulling him closer while simultaneously nibbling at his lower lip, you bit too hard which caused him to jerk away from your grasp.”Y/N, Why? Just why?” He cried in agony, overly dramatising it as if he was a character in a Shakespearean play. You were worried at first but then realised his immature tactic and hit him with the pillow. “I love you,” he pleaded and then kissed you softly on the nose, giggling a little.

Originally posted by nctinfo

Taeil:

Taeil rarely made out with you but when he did they were intense and forceful, like he had been keeping all those feelings inside for a long time. He pushed you on the couch and hovered on top of without detaching his lips from yours. He lost his balance and fell on you and you accidentally bit his lips. He let out a gasp and sat up. “Taeil, Oh my god its bleeding,” you said, looking around for a tissue. He held your hand and pulled you close, softly removing the stray strands of your hair from your face and looking deep into your eyes. “Forget it,” he said as he laid you down again and continued kissing you.

Originally posted by tenthmark

Winwin:

Winwin made out with you slowly and softly like he had all the time in the world. But you were impatient, growing more testy as time passed. As you pulled him close forcefully, you bit his tongue and he groaned a little in your mouth but didn’t stop kissing you.

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes