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All Too Well (m) | Pt. 1

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 6,061
Author’s Note: I always wanted to try my hand on a Yoongi chapter story, and then I saw this prompt on tumblr and decided to go with it. I also want to note up ahead that I’m not super familiar with how the recruiting process for Kpop groups go and my knowledge only extends to really quick skims of articles just to get the basis. Regardless, I hope I can get to more parts, so let me know what you think.

also idk if this should be considered a prologue or a part 1 but oh well im just leaving it as part 1


You suppose that it all starts and ends with a letter.

Dear Mr. Min Yoongi,” Your boyfriend reads across the kitchen counter, fingers curling tightly around the paper in his hands, eyes blown wide with a gaze depicting such rare intensity that you’ve actually stopped fixing your morning coffee just to catch a sight of his expression. You can’t entirely place the feeling weighing itself into your stomach, so you settle with staring at him and trying to keep your own facial features as neutral as possible. “We are pleased to inform you that you have passed the final audition at our label and therefore are officially recruited into our newest group Bangtan Boys. You are going to be one of seven other boys joining our label as trainees and we are excited to finally bring everyone together to prepare for debut. Although training won’t officially start until next week, we ask that you come to the studio tomorrow morning to meet the other members as well as be prepped on our expectations and scheduling. We wish to congratulate you on your hard work and look forward to getting to know you more in the coming years. Sincerely, Big Hit Studios.”

When Yoongi doesn’t react immediately to the positive news, you flicker your gaze up to study him. His eyes, once again, are scanning the paper, quicker and quicker with each line as if he didn’t read it or hear it correctly the first time around. His eyes have grown to the size of saucers at this point, and you would have thought him to be a statue had it not been for the rather loud inhales and exhales coming from the boy. The sight itself would have been rather comical had it not been for the context behind the stare.

So you try for a gentle smile, leaning a little on the counter to try and further gauge his expression. “Yoongi?” You inquire softly, reaching a hand across the space to run your hand along his shoulder blade. “Baby, are you alright?”

Yoongi blinks, snapping himself out of his trance as he shifts his gaze from the letter to you, back to the letter, and back to you. “I did it?” He whispers, the statement sounding more like a question above anything else and you find your lips curling up into a fond smile in light of Yoongi’s confusion—even though he was the one to read the letter multiple times, running over the words in his own mind repeatedly.

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Just Your Shadow - Moriel fic

Summary: Morrigan waits at home for Azriel after a mission. When he arrives, they both reflect on the times she has waited for him before at the House of Wind. She is caring for him when he becomes more interested in what she is wearing and decides to take care of her instead. (And Az turns out to be a real giver.)

Notes: Written for the Moriel smut week prompt “lingerie” (@acotarshipweek - a pretty loose interpretation of the prompt, tbh) Title based on lyrics from The xx song Lips, which I’ve had on repeat.

Just your love
Just your shadow
Just your voice
And my soul

NSFW - Read on AO3

Morrigan hates this part. The waiting. The wondering. The fear.

She had been in bed, tangled in the sheets, restless. She kept reaching out across the space to find it empty. Her heart was racing, and then she realized why.

He’s coming.

She had jumped out of bed, throwing on the bits of clothing she found nearby, covering herself with a plush robe. Pushing her hair back from her face, she prepared herself for the wait.

Azriel left on a mission one week ago, and he was supposed to return this evening. Now Mor is out on the balcony in the open air, hoping to see him return without too much damage. Physical, emotional, she knows it could be any kind. But it won’t matter. She needs him to return to her, and whatever state he is in, she will take care of him. She’ll heal his wounds like she has a thousand times before, and they will wrap around each other in the warmth of their bed. Finding comfort in his warmth is a newer development. One she sinks into gratefully. One she tries to remind herself of as she waits in the biting cold.

The wind is one of Morrigan’s least favorite parts of waiting on their balcony during these evenings. It is constant, a never-ceasing howl that insists on making her uncomfortable. Being on the side of a mountain, one could hardly expect less. Morrigan still finds it in herself to resent this wind. It keeps her mind off why she is there, so she allows herself this petty, ineffectual grudge against nature.

She tries not to do too much hand-wringing. She knows that he is good at his job. She knows that he will return. But they were apart for so long, the tie between them so tenuous before, that a part of her worries about it fraying, breaking until they are wrenched apart again and the steadiest, surest part of her life is thrown into turmoil.

No, she doesn’t worry. She is terrified.

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‘’Are you going to finish that?’’

A/N: I JUST FELL IN LOVE WITH THIS IDEA AND OH LORD IT’S SO PRECIOUS!  @crownofmanga deserves so much credit for giving me this idea and helping me through writing it, because I loved the idea and wanted it to be perfect, Thank you so much doll!! 
I truly hope that you guys enjoy this, please let me know what you think! 
Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes

Pairings: Bucky X Reader

Prompt: You and the super soldier form a special a special bond over food, will shared bites lead to something more?

Warnings: A tiny bit of language

Word count: 4437

The savoury smell of pizza roamed through the hallways as you made your way to the kitchen to join your teammates for dinner. A small smile tugged at your lips as you entered the room, greeting the others as you made a beeline over to the kitchen island which was partly covered with pizza boxes. You glanced through the boxes before finding a pizza slice with your favoured toppings and took a quick bite while turning around and noticing that the kitchen table was fully seated. You grabbed a plate to place your slice on before pushing up to sit on the marble, letting your feet dangle off it as you picked up your plate to devour your pizza. 

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thunderstorm | derek hale

A/N: This one was requested by @ jamieunsworth13. This was my first attempt at a Derek smut. I hope I did it justice. Let me know what you guys think. Love, J xx

Prompt: The sexual tension between you and Derek become so unbearable that the pack hatches a plan to get you guys alone.

Word Count: 1,297

Warning: Scruff. Smut. And more smut.

I was going to kill Scott Mccall.

And the rest of the pack for that matter. They thought they were being subtle, but I knew a plot when I saw one. We were all gathered at Derek’s loft when Scott suggested that Derek and I stay behind while the rest of the pack went out to investigate yet another supernatural threat. Or so they say. I knew damn well there was no threat. They were just meddling in things they shouldn’t be meddling in.

“Isaac and I will check out Eichen House, while Lydia and Stiles keep a lookout at the Sherriff’s station.” Scotts’ gaze fell on mine, “You and Derek will stay here.”

I immediately felt myself blush at the idea of being alone with Derek. It wasn’t like it was the first time I’d thought about it and they were all aware of it. Everyone except him. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, clad in a leather jacket and jeans that hugged his waist.The way the tight fabric of his henley stretched over his chest as he crossed his arms filled my mind with unholy thoughts. Steely eyes met my gaze and the weird tension that had been lingering over us for the past few weeks surfaced. I cleared my throat and focused my attention back to the conversation.

“Why should I miss out on all the fun?” I asked Scott with an accusing glare. I hoped his wolf senses picked up on the death rays I was sending him. I know what you’re up to, Mccall.

He averted my gaze and looked at the others instead, “Well, we don’t know what we’re dealing with and how dangerous it is. We know you’re perfectly capable of defending yourself, but you are human after all. We just want you to be safe.”

“Hey, I’m human too-“ Stiles said before Lydia elbowed him in the ribs and shot him a look.

“Plus Derek can defend you if anything does happen.” Isaac added with a smirk, “Amongst other things.”

I gripped the throwing knife by my waist and seriously considered making a fur coat out of the curly headed werewolf. Instead, I shot him my best ‘Bite me, Lahey’ look. I gazed at Derek, but luckily has wasn’t even paying attention to Isaac’s quips. He had that look on his face again like he had a million thoughts going through his head.

“This isn’t even fair-“ I grumbled. They were setting me up. Traitors, all of them.

“It’s fine.” It was the first time he had spoken during the entire conversation. We all turned to look at him and fell silent. He had that effect on people. When he said something that was the end of it. He wasn’t one to argue with.

That was thirty minutes ago. Thirty agonizing minutes since anyone made a single sound. The loft was so quiet that I could hear my heart pounding against my chest. If Derek heard, he made no indication of it. In fact, he made no indication of anything at all. We were both seated on his leather couch, but his eyes were trained on the windows.  

It was dark and gloomy out there, the rain falling like bullets from the sky. I always hated the rain. Not the rain itself, but what followed after. As if on cue, the sound of roaring thunder sliced the silence. I jumped in my seat and Derek protectively pulled me towards him. His gaze met mine and for a second, I saw a glimpse of softness in his eyes. Thunder struck again and the lights went out.

“Stay here. I’m going to find some candles.”

He was only gone for a few minutes, but it felt like hours. The thunder kept getting louder and louder as I hugged my knees to my chest. I really hated thunderstorms.

“Hey, are you okay?” Derek asked softly as he slid in beside me.

He set a candle down and the light illuminated his face. His usually brooding expression was replaced with one of concern. I felt silly as I shielded my face from him. I didn’t want him to see me like this.

“Hey, it’s alright. It’s okay.” Derek gently lifted my arms and turned me towards him. His hand caressed my cheek and I could feel the electricity flowing between us. I couldn’t handle it anymore. The longing stares. The lingering touches. Weeks and weeks of built up tension bubbled up inside me until it was impossible to ignore.

“I’m right here.” He said softly.

I grabbed him by the collar of his henley and pulled him close, eagerly pressing my lips against his. A low growl escaped his throat as his hands roamed my body. Heat spread between my legs and I quivered against him. The need was too much for me to bear. I straddled him and pressed urgent kisses to his neck, traveling from his collarbones to the stubble on his chin. Derek’s hard on pressed against my thigh and I moved to palm him against his jeans.

“Fuck.” He breathed out.

It was all it took for him to flip me on my back and carry me to the bed. I fell against the soft mattress as he climbed over me, lifting my shirt up and grazing his teeth against my skin. He placed a trail of kisses along my body and I moaned in response. His dark locks felt like silk against my fingers as I tugged at them. Derek’s hand traveled up my thigh and he looked up at me for the first time.

“Is this okay?” He asked.

“Yes. I want you, Derek.”

Derek wasted no time in ripping off my skirt. His hands traced the band of my lacy black underwear in appreciation before he yanked them off as well. He curved a finger inside me and I writhed at his touch. He pumped in and out of me and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. It took all my willpower to pull on his hand and pop them in my mouth. The sight of me tasting myself on him was too much for Derek to handle. He slipped his boxers off and teased me with his tip as I bucked my hips upwards.

“Are you ready for me, babe?”

I bucked upwards once again and he chuckled darkly. Derek gripped my thighs and entered me slowly, allowing me to get used to him. He thrust slowly at first until I whined for more. He got the hint and went at a faster pace. His lips searched for mine and I bit down on his lip, almost drawing blood. Wrapping my legs around him, Derek plunged deep inside me desperately. At that moment, I was glad Derek had the whole building to himself because I was pretty sure everyone in Beacon Hills could hear me screaming his name.

I was so close. I writhed underneath him once more as my walls clenched around him. My release came hard and fast – surprising me. Derek came soon after, his voice rasping out my name. For a few seconds, all I saw were stars. The tension that had been building up between us finally came to a resolution and it was better than what I imagined. Derek rested his forehead against mine and kissed me gently.

The thunder had stopped. I laid on his chest and he stroked my hair. His touch was so soft, almost as if he thought I was fragile, which was amusing considering the fact that he was practically mauling me seconds ago. I giggle into his chest and he looked at me curiously. I placed a kiss on his cheek and smiled widely.

“Remind me to thank Scott later.”

to be honest, i don’t know if i’m in love with you, i think i’m just infatuated by the fact that you’re always here with me. i’m sorry, i just want you here by my side and i don’t want to let you go but i can’t love you because i’m still waiting for someone. im such a loser, you’re only my option where in fact i know the feeling of being one if it. what the actual fuck.



Y/N: Thor, you know he’s our only hope to succeed. You have to let him out.

Thor: I suppose we must do what we have to.


Thor: We need your help. Can you be trusted outside of your cell?

Loki: What makes you think you can trust me?

Thor: I don’t. But (y/n) does. They have a lot of faith in you, Loki. Don’t let them down.


anonymous asked:

i dont think i deserve to be a hijabi anymore. i dont want to *trick* people into thinking im pious, when im really not. *

Girl, I literally think like this all the time. All the damn time. Especially lately, because of the way my life has been. But it’s not about us tricking people, it’s about shaytaan tricking us.
Hijab isn’t something you “deserve.” It’s not some hallmark of piety, or a standard to aspire to. It’s a basic part of being Muslim. I know that’s overcomplicated because of our society, but it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks, it only matters what Allah thinks.
I just keep telling myself that no matter what bad I might take part in, if hijab is the one good thing I have, I can’t let go of it. And if people will judge me, for better or for worse, because of my hijab, then that’s on them, not me, and I don’t need people like that in my life.
But whatever you decide to do, just know that what matters is that you stay true to yourself.

Good luck, love. We’re in this struggle together.

Tell me a secret anonymously. No replies. No judgements. If you’d like a reply, add *

anonymous asked:

Hello! My creative writing class has asked us to bring in examples of writing that we think portray very vivid imagery for in class discussion before we begin our own writing. While most of my class has chosen popular authors, I was wondering if you would mind me doing a reading of one of your works you have here on Tumblr? To be entirely , you have quickly become a writer I respect and admire, and any chance to fangirl over you work to someone is not one I would pass up.

Oh wow, I’d be honored! Let me know what piece you choose if you can, I’d love to know your thoughts! 


Hey beautiful people! I’ve so much to catch up on. I have so much to say. Where do I begin? But I’ll keep it short and say only this: thank you so much and I love you guys. Now…what have I missed out on about our man? I haven’t watched wrestling in monthssss so Lord knows what’s going on. I’m kinda overwhelmed by the thought of catching up…but it’s gotta be done. I hope you’re all okay and 2017’s been great to you so far…so let’s see what it has in store… **me thinking about where I even begin with life**

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OA Blogs

I’ve made a list of what I think is all the OA blogs I follow. I mostly reblog things from the tag because I don’t have enough OA content on my dash so if you run a mostly OA blog then let me know!

Obviously @lilskeletonprince if you don’t follow him then what are you doing? 

My buddies @buckvuvevo @the-fifth-movement who talk about theories with me

And my other buddies @angrypatlover and @taxicab who aren’t only OA blogs but are still very nice and do post about it!

And @oatheories who i’ve never spoken to but has a really nice organised blog

And the others are @alfonsofrench @buck-vu-is-pure @buckk-vuu @buckkvu @buckv-u @bukcsvu @dailytheoa @im-the-oa @invisible-self-oa @netflixtheoa @oa-theories @oh-ay @the-invisible-self @wearenotallpowerful

43) Things you said in our vows (Preath)

“Have you finished with your vows Chris?” Ali asked, peering over at Christen who was bent over her table, a furrowed look on her face.

“Nearly,” Christen let out a sigh. “I just don’t know if they’re good enough. I love her so much Ali, I don’t know how I can express that in words.”

Ali just nodded. “I know, when I married Ash I felt like there would never be enough words to do what I felt for her justice, plus I always knew she was going to outshine me with her declaration of love,” Ali laughs at the memory. “But Chris, just write what comes to your heart, write what you think about when you see her. Write about how she makes you feel. Write about her.”

Christen just nods, taking a sip of coffee before furrowing her brow and starting over.

Christen is shaking from head to foot. Tobin looks beautiful, oh God she looks beautiful in her dress that hugs her body perfectly, leaving her shoulders bare and dipping slightly in the front, her hair falling in soft curls around her shoulders and Christen knows she’s going to cry. Knows she’s going to fumble over her words but she takes a deep breath anyway. 

Tobin. Nothing about us has ever been traditional, and I didn’t want out vows to be either. 

I love you Tobin, with all of my heart and all of my soul.

You are my calm serenity in the morning and my soft peace at night.

I vow to love you forever, and then eternity after that because I know our love is strong enough to overcome anything.

I vow to laugh with you until our sides are hurting, and to hold you when you cry. 

I vow to kiss you every single day and to hug you as often as I can.

I vow to stand by you through the good times and the bad, just as you have stood by me through everything.

I vow to comfort you and to hold you until everything is ok again because in your arms I feel like there is nothing that could ever possibly be wrong in the world and I will spend my entire life making you feel safe. 

I vow to protect you and to share my life and love with you. My good days and my bad days. My sorrows and my laughter. As equals, as partners, as loving wives.

And I promise so much more. I promise to always continue to leave notes on the bathroom mirror even if you say it’ll leave a water mark.

I promise to always make a face when you come back from surfing and shake water over me because I know it makes you laugh. 

I promise that we will go on a date once a week even we are busy or stressed, or there are so many kids running around that we can’t keep count.

I promise to be the best mom I can to our kids, because I already know you’re going to be phenomenal. 

And last of all, I promise to just love you Tobin. To love you like you love me, yo make you feel special and valued and amazing. Because that’s how you make me feel every single second of every single day.

I will love you forever and then for a day.

toshikijeevas  asked:

You could tell that he really didn't want to talk to all those girls during road side attraction but he also at the same time didn't want to disappoint Stan. Dipper is so considerate of other people's feelings that he forgets about his own sometimes.

u know what if dipper just talked to me as his true self imo i wouldnt think he’s a hopeless case
the boy has anxiety and he wants to please everyone and not let them down and you know what?? me too
he’s awkward in his interactions of approaching new people and has a sweating problem?? bitch me too the fuck!!! i’m medically diagnosed with a sweating problem
the true awkward dipper is the most charming dipper
i think he’s ace af and has more of like..platonic crushes (aka squishes) rather than romantic ones. like the same nervous giddy feeling in your gut when you see that person but instead it’s about wanting to bond, getting to know each other and forming a strong trust and companionship but you’re a little self conscious

what he just needs is a really close friend who he relates a lot to and can talk about his problems with (which is why he loves ford so much)

if i could i would be dipper’s squishmate in a heartbeat no questions asked
we are like nearly identical in almost every way and have the same problems, interests and expectations of ourselves and we could both really use each other

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OK my darlings, dears, lovelies, and handsomes…
I love you guys so much and about to hit 20,000 followers!! I can’t express my gratitude towards you all, and how amazing I think you are. 

So, because I know some people come here from all over the world, I have three options to pick from:
*Visa/Mastercard gift card give away from between $50-$100
*Amazon.com give card give away for the same price points. If you life in another country, don’t fret. I’ll make sure it’s a gift card for your own country’s Amazon. I gotcha covered. ;-)
*Finally, a Macy’s/Nordstrums/Sacks/ Name store of your choice, for the same price point.

Let me know what you guys think. Those who have followed after seeing this post are not eligible. It’s not that I don’t love you as much, I merely want to give my permanent, and loyal ones to be able to receive this in order for me to win this. Any feedback is fine, as long as there is no one attacking me. I’m trying to something for NICE you.

And I’ve yet to make up how many winners there will be. Right now, I’m think one for the biggest amount’s worth, and two with a little bit lower price point. Let’s just see how it goes. I love you all.

What you need to do in order to enter the contest is by 1.) being a follower and 2,) re-posting this. I will pick the top person who got the most notes from this. Good luck, ladies and gents!

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Hungry Eyes Part 2

So this is my first fic on here! I used to write a few wayyy back when I was on livejournal. Anyway, I’ve been reading some really amazing SPN fics lately, and it inspired me. I started writing and couldn’t stop, so there will be at least 3 chapters. Be gentle, let me know what you think and even send me suggestions to what I could improve or whatever. Enjoy :)

Synopsis: Reader is in love with Dean. They have a moment, but after the reader is injured on hunt, Dean is angry and won’t reveal his true feelings. Reader leaves. Plenty of angst, bit of fluff. // Part 1

Pairing: Dean x reader, Sam is reader’s best friend

Word count: 2000…holy shit, Oops! I had no idea I’d written so much. Next chapter will be shorter.

Warnings: Swearing

Songs: (I love incorporating songs throughout fics. I think it makes the reading experience bettter! Only 1 this time though.)

Hungry Eyes // Eric Carmen

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Honestly there are probably a lot of things I talk about here, and they way I talk about them is probably part of that too, that aren’t very “professional”. But to be honest, I like being honest with everyone. I like treating my customers and fans with honesty and openness. I don’t think I need to hide things from any of you in order to succeed. Maybe it’s foolish but I think letting you see that I’m a person, and letting you know why I do what I do and how I make the things I make will help you appreciate me and my work more. But then I went to college for graphic design, not business, so who knows. 

a little story

right, so I want to be an author as a career in case you guys didn’t know, so I had a meeting with  my careers advisor in school today and she asked me, “is there any way you practice your writing and share it with the public now?” and I said yes, thinking about this blog. Then she asked “would you let me read your writing on tumblr?” (i told her about this blog…. NOT WHAT I WRITE OFC JUST THAT I SHARE MY WRITING ON TUMBLR) and i was fuxking screaming internally it was a horrifying moment.

Gunblr Games

So me and @the-great-white-canuck use to make games for gunblr. Sorta like a “choose your own adventure” thing. A lot of people use to do them and they were fun.

Then the number of people Doing them died down and it seemed like people weren’t interested anymore. I really liked coming up with the ideas for them and writing out the outline of each game. They were a fun little thing to do in my spare time.

So what I want to know is would people like to bring this back? Even if is just one or two games. Let me know what you think.

So, as per my rules update posted yesterday ( here: x ), I will be using mains and / or exclusives in order to keep this blog a safe and positive place for me. As you all know by now, I have troubles with multiples of my character, and I think this will help make me feel more comfortable with both my dash, and my writing partners. I will potentially take up to three ( or less ) of each character that is closest to Lagertha, and plays an important role in her development. If you would like to be exclusive, let me know and we will definitely talk about it! What this means, is: asks, plots, memes, graphics, and drabbles will be in reference to my mains, they will be given first priority with these things. If you would like to be one of my mains, click the heart! So far my mains are the following:

Old man Rags: @ofodinn

Bby Bear: @ironsidess

#1 daughter in law: @tcrvi

Precious: @gentledottir

Bestie: @theboatbuilderswife