let's be real this is the kind of mix that my heart and soul longs to make

Aspects in the Natal Chart Series

Venus Square Pluto: The Prick of a Rose

Ah the attractions you stumble upon are never easy, but what can you do? You cant help it. For you have truly craved the intoxicating taste of what bewitches you. Alas, here explains where you have oozed your sexuality to the world, charming every breathing thing as you exclude your aura around them. You don’t want fake love or something superficial; You want someone real that has depth, and you give loyalty in return (this goes for all venus-pluto aspect). You’re seductive, charming, have a knack for money, and stubborn about your desires. Yet the question is, how does this aspect manifest? You may fear the consequences of love, or you may crave a love so deep, that it’ll leave you breathless. This isn’t some easy aspect, squares and oppositions have a cringe-feeling quality that keeps you wary; keep caution for holding the rose (beauty) as it may please you, but it can prick you. You’re your own enemy, self-sabotaging your relationships and destroying it as you release it. You may drive, not only yourself, but your partner crazy with your suspicious qualities and controlling attitude. Don’t deny it, you may act like the thorn on the rose. You can have deep fears about love, a form of insecurity, and/or perhaps even intimacy. It makes perfect sense, deep transformation connecting to love and sensuality. This is about manifestation because I’m not going to sugar coat it; you can have obsessive undertones, acid splashes of jealousy, and can be dangerously revengeful. It needs to blossom into just letting go, especially emotionally. To find peace and to gain self-growth. Only than can you reach to the heights potential with this aspect; to love deeply, peacefully, intuitively, seductively, but most importantly, healthily.

Venus Square Moon: The Undercurrents in the Soul

The one thing Venus and the Moon have in common are peace and tranquility but a square has none of the smooth corners for such mannerisms to occur easily to the person. Here’s the difference though, the moon is maternal and nurturing. Venus is sensual and flirtatious. Sounds like a nice mix but it’s split. These two elements click deeply to the heart, so for your want of love and to have strong bonds is important to you because you’re probably very sensitive. You fear abandonment or rejection, to not have your emotions reciprocated. Due to this aspect and despite your want, you rather not be in a committed relationship. If you choose to, it might be ones not favorable to you. It’s quite simple you see, your emotional needs don’t match what you’re attracted to. It does not flow together and challenges each other. The funny thing is, you can’t be yourself and let loose despite how emotional you are. These are both feminine energies and more conflicting in a male’s chart, but regardless,the currents of waves are strong and it can never reach what you want. Either someone attracts the outer layer of what you want, but not what you need, or vice-versa. The makeup of your wants and needs , they don’t match. There’s just no harmony obtained, so what works when you want a long-term relationship? Someone who also has Venus square Moon.

Venus Square Saturn: The Broken Mirror and Fallen Petals

Saturn is a very…mature planet. It’s about restrictions and repression, and then wisdom and growth. It’s the life cycle represented in a planet; you fall and get up but rather slowly. Venus is all about love, beauty, and happiness. You see how those two work when harshly affected? These people may feel unloved, unappreciated, unloved, and have hints of insecurity. Yes you are responsible in love, but you’re also sensitive to criticism and rejection, as you’re guarded too. You’re responsible in love, always being a shoulder to lean on but are a little restrictive/strict with your partner with your deep-rooted fears. Due to the nature of this aspect, you might be uncomfortable when others express love and aren’t good in showing the soft-side of you. Two words: You’re guarded. There’s this introverted nature to you, even socially. You have this responsibility of working, “to enjoy the fruits of your labor.” And in love? Be careful not to build strong expectations because you’ll get disappointed a lot. It’s not even the harsh nature you project outside, but even inside. It’s harsh as I said, you’re breaking the mirror with your loud thoughts. The petals have fallen as time have passed, but like Saturn being aided by Venus, something soon enough beautifully manifest. Now there’s a stronger mirror and richer petals canvasing the stem in your hand. You’re naturally frugal with money, ambitious, hard-working, and loyal. With manifestation, you have the self-love requited by no one, but yourself. Truly aging like fine wine.

Mercury Square Uranus: “Eureka,”she says

Electric shocks shoot from your words, your thoughts. Straight to their mind and possibly infiltrating their soul. There’s something unique and bizarre about your thoughts, but different and ground-breaking. Your flavor of thought is one of a kind, but if your Mercury has a serious undertone, your insight can be original. One astrologer explained this as the left brain (Mercury) connecting to the right brain (Uranus), one is expressed to the world and the other isn’t. So this is why it’s so addictive and interesting to know and hear the thoughts of these people. There is also the sweet zest of freedom; to allow one selves and others to voice their freedom. These people do well in expanding their knowledge and to share it to the world. They learn and understand ideas quick, picking up things often at a speedy rate. These people are open-minded and unique. Uranus screams unique and Mercury, well… it speaks. I’m going to quit giving love to Mercury though because if you see my blog, I do that a lot for some odd reason. The square comes with some not-so-fun qualities. With all major Mercury-Uranus aspects, there’s also a sense of being stubborn. Difficulty to speak in harmony at times, to act mentally superior, impatient with people who can’t keep up with your electrifying pace. Although some may value their thoughts, some may shun it away. These individuals need to learn to stop thinking too much. Lady Gaga, Elvis Presley, John F Kennedy, and Winston Churchill are the few who held this aspect.

Mercury Square Neptune: The Depth of My Thoughts

Sneaky little Mercury with the vast oceans of Neptune? There’s a seductive and dreamy undertone with this. Seductive in the most sincere way, your imagination is something else. They have a poetic sense to them which seems to latch people on, and even if you’re reading this you may not realize it a lot. There’s something about them that makes you wander…where are they (even though they’re present)? What are they thinking? How do they know this? It’s this that gives them that introverted and “hard to reach” nature which is hard to deal with. Since Mercury focuses on a precise thought and Neptune swims in the depths and expanse of the ocean, it’s interesting as  how much they pick up. They’re insightful and intuitive, but sensitive. The thing is their thoughts again are like the siren, it sits there but you can’t ever reach it and grab on for good. That’s what makes this aspect hard; people may have a hard time getting the real them. They don’t take criticism well and they’re prone to be misunderstood, there’s complexity in them and they don’t always take self-boundaries well. Boundaries in a sense of mental rapport, they don’t like facts or to have restrictions. They’re gifted with intuition though; to read minds of others and to fit their surroundings. Sadly they have to refrain from drowning in confusion and fear, their depth can consume them which is really hard to deal with. In basic words, their thoughts can drown them.

Mercury Square Moon: Heart versus Mind

These planets together are quite, intriguing. With hard Mercury-Moon aspects, these two join in a volatile way. They over think and then it works them emotionally, and vice-versa. It makes me think of anxiety, to over think to the point your emotions are swirling everywhere. It’s the fine point where your mind and heart meet at the border. There is a sense of difficulty in expressing emotions and to have people value them the way they want. Even though the mind and heart are facing each other and are fatally bonded, they’re not happily married and are constantly having opposing opinions. “I think we should do this.” “No, but I feel like we should do this” and with the constant bickering, the inner-confusion begins. They also deal with the affair of being emotionally biased and sensitive with their opinions. There’s also this sense of gossiping or over-talking that astrologers bring up with this aspect, which makes sense because your emotions are spilling out with your voice.

Searingly Sweet (Marichat/Adrienette)

What do you do when one of paris’ most superlatively handsome heros comes knocking on your balcony door? You would panic first, right? Like, what does he want; why is he here; should I prepare something? Any and all those thoughts might run through your head I’m guessing. But what does Marinette Dupain-Cheng do when a certain leather-clad feline comes a knocking?

She gets pissed…cause duh, right?

And it wasn’t even like she was pissed at him exactly. It was more just that he happened to appear at the apex of her shitty day. Every single client the 23 year old had that afternoon was completely and utterly shitty human beings. And she gets it, a lot of schools in the area were picking up the american custom of having end of the year dances, for socializing and shit. But if she had to hear another shitty 17 year old complain about how the applique on her dress doesn’t absolutely “shimmer” in the moonlight and how the dress doesn’t make her ASS look like that american rapper Nicki Minaj’s (Which by the way if you’re gonna use french in your stage name PICK A REAL FRENCH WORD). She was ACTUALLY going to cut someone.

So it wasn’t his fault that he happened to knock on the balcony door to her apartment. Also wasn’t his fault that she happened to be in the middle of her 3rd alteration of the SAME dress at the time. But that didn’t stop her from viciously slamming open her door, rage blazing in her eyes.

“WHAT?” She roared

Her attitude instantly vanished, however, as Chat Noir collapsed into her arms. She grabbed onto his waist to keep him upright but his harsh hiss kept her hands at bay. She felt a wetness on her hand, it wasn’t raining out so it couldn’t be good. She looked down and sure enough Chat had contracted a sizeable cut above his hip and in different places along his torso.

“Holy shit!” was all she could really comment “Adrien, what happened!?”

They had long since found out each other’s identity. 21st birthdays mixed with intimate truth or dare and too many margaritas will do that kind of thing to you. But the lucky part was that nothing ever really changed for them. If anything, it made their civilian lives that much easier. Now, if anything went wrong they knew exactly where to go for safety.

Guess this was one of those times huh?

“Mari” Chat groaned out pitifully, body slumped over her petite frame

She didn’t allow him to say anything else as she carefully helped him onto the couch. She laid him down gently and rushed to get a bowl and some cool water. Returning back he didn’t look too good, hair matted from sweat and eyes squeezed shut in pain. She gingerly picked up his head and laid it in her lap. She pressed the wet cloth to his biggest cut and pressed down, shushing him softly to soothe his pain.

She looked into his eyes for an explanation “What happened? Was it a really bad akuma?”. Her heart only sank as he remained silent.

“Oh god it was, wasn’t it? Fuck, if I wasn’t so swamped with work I could’ve been there for you. You wouldn’t be like this. Adrien I’m so sorry” He lifted his hand and gently stroked her cheek. A gentle smile graced his features and she felt like bursting into tears that very moment.

“Please don’t cry, Mari” He said, his voice warmer than a summer’s breeze “I didn’t lose to an akuma. Just to a very old cat and a very sturdy tree.”

At first it didn’t click, she was far too wrapped up in her guilt ridden emotions. But then, ever so slowly, the words sunk in further and further

“Could you say that again for me please?” She said a little too sweetly “I just want to make sure I heard you correctly”

“Oh! I just said that these cuts are from me saving a pretty old cat from a tree” He scratched his head bashfully “old beast was not too appreciative and scratched me up pretty good and the tree kinda finished the job”

She stood up abruptly, knocking chat off the couch and onto the floor.

“Noooo” Chat whined as she stormed off “Don’t leave me here to perish in the cold!”

A blanket, quite unceremoniously, pelted him in the face “BUNDLE UP BITCH”

“Someone’s got their chiffon in a knot” He pouted “what? You missed your monthly ‘designer’s digest’ issue?”

Marinette sat back on the couch wordlessly, only speaking to ask him to drop his transformation so she could patch him up. Her speech was so…professional that he dropped it immediately, worried that he might’ve pushed her buttons a little too hard.

“Hey Mari, you know I was only kidding right?” this silent treatment was a bit of a first for him, he hadn’t meant to offend her, only poke at her a little “I didn’t mean all that stuff I said. I really am sorry”

He tried putting on his best sad face, nudging his head into her in the hopes that it’d melt her heart enough to forgive him. She sighed and put his head back into her lap.

“I’m not mad chat.” She said, preparing a disinfectant cloth “there’d be no point in that”

He breathed a sigh of relief, he wasn’t totally convinced but at least she wasn’t gonna kick him out of the house

“That being said, you tear up the shirt I made you. Sooooo, you deserve this entirely”

Adrien’s eyes shot open wide as a stinging, searing pain shot through his whole side. He moved to shoot up in his seat but, surprisingly, Marinette was pretty strong and held him down, giggling the entire time. A disinfectant cloth slapped to the cut would teach him a lesson or two

“OH MY GOD THAT HURTS SO FUCKING BAD” he howled out

“I know right? You must be so sorry for playing with my emotions and tearing up that shirt aren’t you?”

“I WAS ATTACKED!?!? GET THIS SHIT OFF ME!”

“That’s interesting cause, see, that doesn’t sound like an ‘I’m sorry’ to me”

“YOU ARE SADISTIC”

“And you’re still screaming. I do have neighbors you know”

Adrien gritted his teeth as he tried to bear the burning sensation traveling all through his body “I’m sorry for tearing up the shirt and playing with your emotions even though I did nothing of the sort

She pressed down on the cut harder

“I’M SORRY I’M SORRY YOU’RE RIGHT ENTIRELY MY FAULT. PLEASE SWEET MERCIFUL CHRIST LET GO!”

She took pity on his poor soul and finally released him. He rolled back onto the floor and scattered away behind her curtains

“I COULD HAVE DIED YOU PSYCHO”

Marinette was hardly perturbed “1.) I checked the bottle before-hand it was gonna sting regardless of what I did and 2.) you still have like 8 more lives, you’re fine”

Adrien was now in full pout mode “I’m not an actual cat you know. The american phrase ‘YOLO’ does actually apply to me”

“You’re so dramatic” she laughed. Scooting over on the furthest side of the couch, she stretched out her arms to lure him back to the sofa. He turned from her, refusing to even acknowledge her offer.

“Oh come on, kitty. I still have to wrap up your other cuts before they get infected”

He wrapped the curtains further up on his body “Better than dying from the shock of the pain!”

She rolled her eyes “I promise I’ll be gentler this time. And, I’ll make sure to tell you when the sting is coming”

He eyed her cautiously, coming out from behind the curtains and inching closer “I want free cuddles the rest of the night”

She sighed “fine, whatever you want”. It was like telling him he’d won the lotto, his perfect white teeth gleaming in a cheshire like grin. Adrien tossed himself on the couch, instantly slipping up her body and snuggling closely to her chest.

“You are so unbelievably spoiled you know”

“You know I think I can still feel the pain of the disinfectant. I wonder why?”

She laughed warmly and let him stay there for a while.

There was no way to really describe the relationship they had. On the one hand they were definitely friends; they had the occasional coffee meet-up with Alya and Nino, popped in on one another if they had a bad day and, duh, saved one another from certain death every now and again. They could go out and see other people, sure, but then they did things like this. Cuddle times where they just stayed silent and share body heat, sleeping in the same bed because one couldn’t be bothered to stay up enough to make the trek home, and even spending whole weekends just vegging out at home watching Totally Spies reruns on TV. It was a weird set up but if you asked Marinette if she would change anything, not a single second would be unmissed.

“Ok mon minou, let’s get you patched up before I have to clean your blood off my couch…again”

He begrudgingly agreed and left her warm hold, sitting with legs crossed and patiently awaited her medical care. She returned back with her famous “Chat almost died today” first aid kit and something thin and white sticking out from between her lips. It caught the blonde’s attention and his feline instincts began to flare up again. Nevertheless, he sat still,only moving to remove his shirt and give her space to wrap his body in bandages.

“There, all done” She said, ever so slightly proud of her work “You were a very good patient this time around kitty. Usually you’re so squirmish”

Even as she scritched his favorite spot behind his ear adrien still couldn’t get his mind off of whatever was occupying his lady’s mouth

“Uh Adrien? You ok?” She said waving a hand in front of his eyes. He blinked back to reality and smiled apologetically

“Sorry Mari guess I’m a little distracted” He laughed nervously. She shrugged it off as no big deal and left to warm up some leftovers for him.

Adrien watched her with childlike curiosity, he didn’t wanna be a real bother to her but it killed him not knowing what it was that was in her mouth. Even still, he hesitated on bringing it up, choosing instead to stuff his face with honey mustard glazed chicken and pasta.

It was maybe 20 minutes into their third episode when Adrien just stretched himself out flat onto her lap. She remarked on his keen ability to make “make himself at home” but it only went in one ear and out another as he watched her cheek poke out with the offending object.

He poked it

She switched it to the other side

He poked it again

She sat it in the middle while looking at him with a strange look on her face

He didn’t even notice as his long fingers kept poking around her face, expecting to flush it out from behind her lips

“Adrien!” She commanded, swatting his hands away “Will you please stop tha-”

“My lady, what is in your mouth?”

The question came out so abruptly that it caught her completely by surprise. She blinked confusedly at him. There was not a hint of joking attitude in his eyes so she took it out.

“It’s just a lollipop. See?” she placed it back over her tongue, sucking on it hard “Nothing special. Cherry flavor I think”

Adrien didn’t exactly know what to feel. Yes, he got the answer he’d been looking for but, at the same time, a cherry lollipop? Really?

“Why didn’t you say you got one?” He fussed

“Why do you care? Kitty, it’s just candy”

He didn’t really have a witty retort to that so he kept silent, rolling over in her lap and facing the TV. Marinette assumed he’d finally gave up so she settled back in her seat.

“I want one”

She groaned, rubbing her temples soothingly

“No, Kitty you may not have one”

Adrien poked out his bottom lip “Why not, you have one”

“Ok, And?”

“Where do you keep them?”

“If I told you that it wouldn’t be a secret stash would it?”

He almost took offense to that “Why would you keep it a secret from me? Do you not trust me?”

“To not eat all my candy without me knowing? No”

“I’d replace it”

“Adrien the last time you ‘replaced’ my candy stash it ended up being more expensive than my rent”

He pulled her into a face squishing hug “Maaari let me have one”

She struggled to push away him away, he was stupidly strong when he wants something “No dammit let me go!”

Adrien finally released her and suddenly stood up. If she didn’t know any better she would’ve assumed that she got the hint. But, sadly, she did and, without remorse, glared him down.

“Chaton, don’t you fucking dare”

He shot out of the living room and into the bedroom down the hall. She chased after him, knowing exactly where he was going and for what. Just as she suspected, Adrien was making quick work of her room, sifting between the sheets and crawling beneath the bed.

“Quit it you fucking sugar addict!”

“Let me have my fix and I will!”

“No!”

“Then the hunt continues!”

Her room was becoming an utter mess. Clothes were being tossed everywhere, it was like a horror movie. She forced him into a corner to maybe try and talk things out somewhat civilly but the blonde bastard just carefully scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed, breaking out from the corner to just fuck up her room even more.

They were on the floor now, huffing and wheezing as they tried to catch their breath. Adrien looked everywhere, the sheets, under the bed, in the closet. He even took the ultimate risk and went through her drawers (The kick to his gut proved that that wasn’t too good of an idea). But still no sweets for a little blonde boy named Adrien

“Please tell me you quit” She huffed out

“It’s not fair” he whined “all I wanted was something sweet”

“I just fed you”

“Dessert is an important part of every meal”

He clambered up onto his feet and stumbled back, knocking into the wall behind him. There was a clamor from the top of Marinette’s closet. She prayed that he didn’t hear it….it was a stupid prayer let’s be real here.

“Hey Marinette”

“Yes Adrien”

“What’s in your closet”

“You looked in there yourself…nothing”

She didn’t dare move from the floor as he stared her down

“If I go over there right this very second, you’re not gonna move”

“I see no reason to do so”

The millisecond he moved toward that closet door she raced in between him and the doorway. A dark smile stretched across his lips. He moved in close and she could hear his heartbeat in her ears. He leaned down, his breath tickling her ears.

His voice made her knees weak “It’s in there, isn’t it my lady”

She sucked on her cherry blowpop harder and harder as she shook her head vigorously

“Then what did I hear in the closet. If it’s not what I’m looking for then what’s there to worry about?”

Her eyes looked everywhere but his own vibrant green ones. He knew what that tone of voice did to her and did it anyway.

Adrien snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her away from the door. His stares were so paralyzing she couldn’t say that she even noticed. They walked over to the bed and gently pushed her onto its soft sheets. He climbed atop of her, smoothing his hands across her skin

“Be a good girl and stay here, ok?”

This man could’ve told her to commit murder and all she’d need was a spoon and a name

He moved back over to the closet and rooted around its dark shelves. Eventually he noticed that the side wall was uneven. Sure enough, when he pressed down on it the panel fell away to a secret hole in the wall, complete with its own neatly painted shoe box.

“Hello my sweet”

He was a kitten on christmas coming out from that closet. Pressed close to his chest the box clearly said ‘Keep out, especially you kitty!” but he couldn’t care less, soon he would indulge himself in a sugar sweet paradise.

“HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, THIEF”

Or at least he would if she didn’t break out of her lust induced trance

He bolted out of the room, eyes darting left and right for any kind of hiding space. Alas, it was no use. Marinette had him stuck in the kitchen corner with nowhere left to run. She took a cautious step toward him and he grabbed the first thing he could, a deluxe chocolate bar that she’d been saving for a super shitty day

Much like this one actually

“S-stop! Kitty, just leave the box on the counter”

“Fine! I’ll just take the chocolate bar then”

“THE CHOCOLATE BAR TOO!”

He tore off the label, never once taking his eyes off hers

“Put it. Down”

A corner of the aluminum wrapping hit the floor and her mind went into a blind panic. He was really gonna eat it if she didn’t come up with something!

He opened his mouth comically wide and brought it to his teeth

‘ThinkThinkThinkThinkThink!’

And as he brought his teeth closer together for bite she decided that she had no choice

Marinette ripped the candy from her mouth and pressed her body roughly against his, grabbing a fistful of his hair and bringing their lips together.

That alone would be seared into his subconscious for the rest of his life but what followed would follow him for as long as time stood.

Cherries, the syrupy sweet taste of artificial cherries flooded his tastebuds as her tongue slipped between his lips and into every corner of his mouth. His mind couldn’t take it to the point where he just dropped the box in his hands altogether, grabbing tightly onto her hips and savoring the flavor as much as he could.

But as soon as it started, it ended. She backed away from him, face redder than the candy in her hand.

“Never touch my stash again”

He tried to speak but she shoved the red sucker into his cheeks

“And I’m sure you’ve probably earned that”

She gathered up her box and walked out the kitchen, grumbling something about ‘Stupid cats’ and ‘putting it in a safe next time’

Adrien’s favorite flavor used to be chocolate

He was fairly certain that’s not the case anymore.

Origins of the Friendly Ghost

I guess that’s how I got my name. My parents are cartoon buffs, so when their baby popped out off-color and half-dead, there was only one thing to do. If you haven’t guessed it yet, my name is ******-Ghost. I’m Ghost.

I have anemia, caused by a severe iron deficiency. But that not the only thing I’m referring to when I say my heart wasn’t quite right. It’s three sizes too big, or I like to say so. It’s normal sized in reality, but it sure seems like too many people can fit inside at once. It makes it kind of hard to breathe sometimes. Too much weight in my chest. You can’t really blame me for having bad posture, can you? With a chest full of people, you’d probably do the same.

My heart was an okay size when I was very young, but it grew at a much faster rate than I did. My body grew in a linear way, and my heart exponential. I always cared a bit too much, even when my heart was the right size, though. I grew attached to anyone who stuck around long enough to let me. We moved often when I was younger, because my dad was involved in the military.

Eventually, we settled down in good old Elkader, Iowa, a town where everyone knows your name. I was in middle school by now, and my heart was heavy from all the people I had left behind.

So one day in eighth grade, I ran as far as my feet could carry me- which ended up being about 35 miles, until I had to stop because I was going into shock- and I emptied everyone out on the side of the road. I held onto two people, my parents. I sat there for who knows how long, until the sun set, and my mom had finally gotten our junky old minivan to drive out far enough to find me.

Soon enough, I was in high school, with my heart two sizes too big and a reputation two sizes too small. I was known as Ghost, mostly, or sometimes Spooky, or Jeepers. I was the kid who ran from Madison Middle School, from Elkader, from myself- although no one knew that part. People mostly left me alone when they weren’t poking fun at me. The two things balanced each other out in sort of a funny way, I suppose.

And then there was her.

She transferred to Elkader High (our school chant was ‘Goooo Elks!’ -very original) in my sophomore year. She was new, she was pretty, she was my light in the dim town that was Elkader.

It wasn’t dark there, because my heart glows for a couple yards around it. Not red, not pink, but grey. A heart that glows grey is a funny sort of concept, I guess, but you’d know if you saw it. My photos of other people always show their hearts. Hidden behind collars and scarves and jackets and hands, sometimes you can’t even see them glow. But they all do. Every single one.

Hers was golden, mixed with red sometimes when her emotions leaked into it. I could have seen it from a satellite.

She decided she liked the kid with the too big heart and the too small reputation. Maybe it was because I was the only one who had run from this place. Every other kid had lived in Elkader their whole life. They didn’t know what it was like to leave the place. I knew that Elkader’s generator could only make enough light for a dim glow in each heart. I had to get out of there, fast. And so did she. I could see her light fading by the days.

So we stuck together, us kids with slowly fading hearts. And eventually, we fell in love.

I wish I could tell you it was the pretty kind, where I knew from the moment I laid eyes on her, and I only fell further. Or maybe that it happened all at once, and never went away. None of that is true. It just kind of, happened. And I didn’t know what to do, because her soul was too big for even my heart.

But she tried anyway. She fit, just barely, squeezing out everyone else, and left the door to my heart wide open for her feet to stick out.

She never knew about how weak its walls were, I suppose. They were thin stained glass, made thinner by my anemia and my heart being stretched too big. She wanted a promise. In our little town, there were no rings that I could give her. Nothing was big enough for her Saturn-like soul. Maybe I was just too late to keep her heart from dimming too far.

Blood.

The only thing I remember after that is blood. Maybe I just fell too hard and too fast for her. Maybe my walls finally broke. Maybe that was my promise. To die for her.

And I almost did. Would have been more fitting, I guess. When I woke up, she had left my heart in shards, my body bruised, and my plug pulled. My heart doesn’t glow anymore. I’m still trying to piece it back together.

So here I am. A crazy university called Elsewhere. The only place I’ve ever felt I belong. A boy with a shattered heart that doesn’t glow like it used to, and a name just big enough to fit all the pieces of myself behind, running from the only person who ever got close enough to break me.

Because if no one knows your weak spots, no one can hit them. So I hide behind the false front of a proud, brave, stupid kid, naïve enough to never have had his heart broken. And if you look close enough, you’ll see the real me behind it. Plug in hand, welding my heart back together, ready to start again.

-Ghost
P.S. You can find me @ghostinthejukebox if you promise not to hurt me.

Dragon Tail


Pairing: Nalu

Rating: K

Summary: Because a  random stranger dropping inside the room you haven’t left for years does have the tendency to change life as you know it. 

A Nalu!Tangled AU.

Notes: For @ff-darkshininglight : Surprise, Tsuyu! It’s been an honour to be your (very fickle and hardly regular) Secret Santa! You are a wonderfully talented person and one of my favourite people to take out all my pent up shipper and frustrated-fan rants with. I feel so blessed to be able to call you a friend! Happy holidays, and I hope you enjoy this! <3<br>

This had never happened before.

In his entire 22 years of existence, the only significant movement that ever came from the one window in the tall tower that was his home, was when his brother came over.

And that was usually with a loud call of his name.

But now…now he could hear the steady sounds of someone scaling it - softly grunting the whole while.

He was very unsure of how to react. Sure, he could breathe and conjure fire, but the last thing he ever wanted to do was to hurt anybody.

He was pretty certain his appearance alone would do significant harm to the poor soul about to reach his quarters. He knew, since his brother had constantly, constantly warned him of the fear that he would bring.

But when one dainty human hand was visible on the ledge of his one window, he found himself ducking into the shadows, hoping against hope that that wouldn’t be the case.

He so desperately wanted to make a frien -

His thoughts were brought to a halt as the mystery person hauled themselves into the room, panting as they did.

As she did.

A girl?

No, a woman!

He had only vaguely read about those, back when he had a small interest in books.

But no book could do any justice to the form in front of him.

Her long golden hair was pulled back and tied, allowing them to flow but not get into her eyes. She was wearing what looked like men’s clothes - trousers, a shirt, and a belt with rope, keys and a sword - but the way she wore them made him question what kind of clothing suited whom. They fit her frame well, complimenting it but also loose enough for comfortable movement.

She was a vision.

He instinctively took a few more steps back, avoiding the large patch of light coming from the window - which happened to be lending the stranger an almost ethereal glow.

And though it was instinctive, he found himself feeling safe hidden there. Well, relatively speaking, since his heart was still pounding a mile a minute.

He watched with a weird mix of anxiety and wonder as the person dropped from the ledge onto the floor, sitting down and catching her breath, before turning around to peek over the ledge.

Was she looking for something?

Suddenly she froze, and he did too in response, ready to attack if the unfortunate need arose.

He watched as one hand quickly darted to the sword on her hip. “I know you’re there,” she said, low but steady. “Are you one of my father’s men?”

But he was too busy being fascinated with what her voice was doing to him - unsure if he had ever heard anything as lovely before.

“Okay, that was stupid,” she seemed to correct herself under her breath. “Way to barge into someone’s place and then make seem yourself sooo unsuspicious, Lucy.”

He could hear all of it of course, and snorted at the sarcasm, making her jump. The action, in turn, scared him as well, but for totally different reasons.

“Please don’t leave!” he said in reflex.

The plea - for it was a plea - had her brows furrow and a frown form on her pretty face. Squinting into the shadows, she was obviously trying to make him out in the shadows.

“Are you…”

‘A demon? A monster?’ his brain supplied on her behalf.

“Are you okay?”

He found himself mutely blinking back at her and the very simple question. A simple question that nearly plunged him into an existential crisis, with him questioning everything that was currently his life. No, his existence.

He was a monster, sealed away from the world for nearly all his life with only one person - his brother - who wasn’t scared of him.

So, was he okay?

“You..don’t have to be afraid of me,” her lovely voice came, snapping his thoughts back to her. “I don’t mean any harm,” she said, raising her hands so he could see she was being sincere.

He felt the need to respond bubble up in him, and for once, he did as he wanted. “Why are you breathing so hard?”

The woman’s face still seemed worried, though funnily enough, it didn’t look like it was herself she was concerned for when she distractedly replied, “Was running.”

He found himself stepping further into the shadows when she didn’t relent in trying to catch a glimpse of him. “Why?”

“I can’t tell you more until I know who you are,” she said gently, but with firm authority.

“I don’t want to scare you,“ he admitted.He didn’t want her leaving just yet. She didn’t seem like a threat - according to his instincts anyway - and he was far too fascinated to let her go. He barely recognised the other, more dominant emotion she drew from him, something he hadn’t truly felt in years.

Hope.

“Why would you scare me?” she asked, genuinely puzzled.

He couldn’t respond to that, fearing that she would run if she knew. So he decided to do the easier thing - take a shot in the dark and step out of it.

He saw, his heart clutching in fear and dread as her eyes widened as he slowly slid into the patch of sunlight coming from the window.

“You…” she whispered, one palm reaching to cover her gaping mouth, the other pointing a finger at him.

He stood still, his heart frantic and his thoughts a mess. Everything he had ever been told was coming true. She was scared and she would run away, because he was the monster he was. The demon he was.

“You’re.. you’re a - ”

- he braced himself -

“A dragon, oh my gosh.”

“Wait, what?”

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Nunchi’s Trip to Exo’rdium

Buckle yourselves in guys this is a chaotic mess of emotions. 

The entire thing seemed to pass in a blur because it was just so surreal. 

It was definitely a journey.


Suho: “New York… Thank you for waiting for us.”


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Interrupted (One)

Wordcount: 3.061

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Min Yoongi x Reader
Description: When Yoongi is still the broken guy you’ve left in Daegu and you help him to appreciate life a bit more.

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A/N:  This scenario is halfway from angst and fluff. Let’s say is… Melancholic? Whatever, Yoongi has a special place in my heart, mostly because I think he’s got a quiet complicated personality and I couldn’t restrain myself to write something about him. And yes, I know in reality he’s a fluffball of hidden cuteness but I’m really slow when it comes to characters’ development so don’t lose hope!

Hope you enjoy it ^^ As always, any kind of feedback is more than appreciated  

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It’s one of those spring days when there’s electricity in the air, as if it’s about to rain anytime soon. You can almost feel it crawling in your bones, giving you goosebumps.

It’s the same you feel when Yoongi shows up at the subway every morning -with his beanie on and the sleepiest face you’ve ever seen on someone- and gives you a fast kiss only when he’s sure nobody’s watching you, looking at you as if you were the most incredible thing happened in his life.

It’s the same you feel when he finally comes to bed at ungodly hours with a smile full of pride and a tired “I’ve finished it.” before kissing you long and softly, resting his head on your breast before curling up like a cat; his raspy voice filling the dimly-lit room in a hum of the last song he composed, your fingers lazily running through his dark and a bit long hair, surrounded by a peacefulness you comfortably float it.

It’s the same you’ve felt when his quiet “So… Are we breaking up?” has interrupted the silence of the 4:00 PM train, mixing with Zion T’s melody that comes from one of the headphones he’s sharing with you.

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Essays in Existentialism: Closer

Can you do a prompt based off chainsmokers & Halsey track ‘Closer’ Clexa as exes who meet again in a hotel bar.

You look as good as the day I met you
I forget just why I left you, I was insane.

There was something about being back in a place that once encompassed the entire known world. That world which blossomed from a single street as a kid, to a neighborhood as a teenager, to a city as an adult that was full of memories, until it became too small, too saturated, and then, like a colonial explorer, the first tentative steps were taken out into the world, and the tiny microcosm was held in the amber of swell memories and forgotten embarrassments.

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Meant For You

This is for @iwriteaboutdean​, congrats on your 200 Sweetheart, you deserve so many more, thank you for creating a wonderful challenge and allowing me to finally write this idea.
Word Count: 7275
Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam, Mom & Momma K (ofc), John, others mentioned
Warnings: angst (you’ll need tissues), suicide, maybe fluff, little bit of smut, supernatural violence
Summary: When you spend your whole life connected to someone, you believe they’re going to be around forever. And that’s okay, when they believe it too. But when a deal is made that rips them from you, how do you go on?
A/N: I’ve borrowed this idea from a movie (In Your Eyes), just to be honest with you. I’ve played with this thought for quite a while, and this song seemed to scream for it.
The biggest THANK YOU to @avasmommy224​ for being there from the beginning, I wrote something, I asked for brutal honesty, and you gave me the shove I needed and wrung this out of me. Thank you for being my brilliant beta as well.
Flashbacks are in Italics. And lyrics are in bold.


Mom was saying goodbye to everyone who’d come for my fourth birthday. Momma K was tidying the house. I was talking with Bean, he was meant to be asleep, his Mommy and Daddy had tucked him in an hour ago, but I was showing him all my presents.
“And this one I got from Uncle Adam,” I informed, rolling the yellow truck around the carpet.
“And my friend Annie gave me this…” I held up the jewellery box, “But she’s not my bestest friend. You are. Did you get me anything?” I asked him.
“I got you…” He looked around his room, turning on the lamp next to his bed and going to his small blue book shelf.
“Iss okay if you didn’t, Mom says that sometimes people forget or can’t afford but they still love you.” I explained, but I was eager to see what he was looking for.
“I can give you this.” He pulled out a thin book with bright colours on the front, “But can we share it, iss my favret and Dad reads it to me. It’s by a Doctor.” He explained, opening the book and pointing to the pictures inside, “That’s Foona Lagoona Baboona.” I climbed onto the couch and pulled a pillow into my lap, resting my head against the lounge’s arm.
“Thass crazy.” Dean said when the lamp in his room began to flicker. He put down the book and went over to it, “Dad fixes the t.v like this.” Bean offered, raising a hand to smack the bedside table the lamp was on. It stopped flickering, the roll of thunder outside made us both start, Dean picked up the book and took it back to his bed, freezing when he heard the scream. He turned when he heard a man yell out his Mom’s name.
“Whass happening, Bean?” I asked, slipping further down the couch, behind the pillow in my lap. His terror was mine, we were both confused and scared.
“Don’ worry. It’s okay.” Bean whispered, taking a step backwards towards his bed. The sound of loud footsteps stopped, the yelling stopped, Dean sat down on his bed, pulling the book into his lap.
“See? Iss okay.” The little boy looked down at his book, but then there it was again, a man yelling out Mary. Then there was a bang and a crackling noise. His baby brother started to scream, Dean dropped the book and went to his door, opening it.
“Don’t, Bean.” I whispered into the pillow, I was so scared, so was Bean, I could feel it.
There was a bright orange light coming from Sammy’s room as Bean’s Dad rushed out carrying the baby.
“Daddy!” Bean exclaimed, he was wondering what was happening as his Dad crouched to his level, pushing Sam into his arms.
“Take your brother outside as fast as you can, don’t look back.” Bean was frozen, looking at his Dad, wondering what was happening and where was Mom?
“Now, Dean, go!” His Dad demanded, Dean ran down the hall and down the stairs, holding tight to his baby brother.
“Bean? Whass wrong?” I asked, I had started to tear up, my bottom lip was quivering as I watched on, terrified. Bean got outside and stopped, looking up at the window that was bright yellow.
“Iss okay, Sammy.” Bean reassured the baby in his arms. Then out of nowhere there were strong arms around us and Dad’s voice in our ear.
“I’ve gotcha.” Good thing we had a tight hold on Sammy. The house exploded as Dad ran us across the yard and towards Mrs Thompson’s house. Then everything went silent. I couldn’t see what was happening to Bean, I couldn’t feel the heat or Dad’s arms or Sammy, it was just black on that side. I started to cry, my little frame shaking as I sobbed hard into the pillow.
“Hey, baby, what happened? Is it Bean?” Momma K asked, pulling me into her lap and smoothing circles into my back.
“Bean!” I squealed, over and over. Mom joined us on the couch, both sat rocking me, pressing their lips to my head until I fell asleep.

I hear the clock, I roll over and squint one eye open, it’s 6am. I turn it off and collapse onto my back, rubbing at my eyes till they open and adjust to the dim light of my room. I stare at the ceiling, another day without you. I don’t know if I can continue, I feel so far from where I’ve been. But I have to go on. I have to for you. I sit up and push myself out of bed.

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anonymous asked:

you're such a great writer like honestly?? thank you?? for being so wonderful????? even ur headcanons like the patater 1am grocery run make me tear up :'))))

Aww, you’re so sweet!! Thank you for reading!!!! <3 Here’s some more patater grocery runs:



“I think careful cooking is love, don’t you? The loveliest thing you can cook for someone who’s close to you is about as nice a valentine as you can give.” – Julia Child.

Kent can’t figure out why he and Alexei always have serious conversations in the supermarket when it’s 1 AM. (1.7K, patater)


“You know,” Kent says, as he carries three tubs of Ben and Jerry’s to their cart, “I think I’m actually lactose intolerant.”

“What’s that mean?” Alexei asks. He’s cradling bread in one arm and vodka in the other like they’re his children. He’s also very tired from the flight from Providence, because he’d been in Vegas for approximately 20 minutes when Kent realized that they had no groceries in the fridge and that they both ate ridiculous, hockey-player-sized portions of food.

“Like I’m allergic to milk,” Kent replies, pulling the cart forward to the cereal aisle.

Alexei eyes the three tubs of ice cream in the cart. “Ice cream have milk,” he offers.

“I know,” Kent says, without making a move to stop. Like Alexei is the dumb one.

“What happens when you have milk?” Alexei tries.

“Oh, my stomach just feels like it wants to curl inwards and collapse,” Kent says. “And then I lie on the floor with Kit until I feel better. I was fine in elementary school, though. It only got worse about two years ago.”

“How you stay alive for so long?”

“Not sure,” Kent answers blithely. “But ice cream is so good. And cheese. You know, I used to think that it was just a thing that happened with ice cream, like, the pain and suffering? I thought it was a myth. Like being allergic to gluten. Think about it, were cavemen gluten free? Was Michelangelo? I don’t think so.”

“Kent, I’m too tired for argue,” Alexei says, suppressing another yawn. “But you stupid.”

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Songs for Middle Earth Pt.1

So, I thought someone could like this. I honestly always need a music inspiration when writing or drawing and I have this list of songs I like to listen to when dealing with Middle Earth and its characters. Some may not fit 100% into Tolkien universe and others maybe reference to real world places, those tough are the one that I think could totally fit in a LOTR or Hobbit fanfiction. I want to share this list with you, hoping you’ll find it useful. Feel free to suggest titles in the comments if you know others, I will do a part 2 anyway (part 3 and 4 probably) and I’ll add your suggestions too. Feel also free to tag writers and artists who could be interest and let me know if you want to be added to the tag list for the other parts :)


The Soul of a Hound - Hagalaz’ Runedance  

When I found you I wandered dreading for the day to come
Our years went past; your life went fast,
Forever you’re leaving me now

We are off to a great angsty start with this one. I think it would be perfect for a funeral, it’s basically a mourning song. The lyrics part is short and only at the beginning, the rest is chorus of female voices, a lament that I find really inspiring and 100% in line with Middle Earth.


Mordred’s Lullaby (TOL mix) - Heather Dale

Hush, child
The darkness will rise from the deep
And carry you down into sleep

This one actually reference to Arthurian legend, but the singer never references to any of the character so I think it could really fit in Middle Earth. It’s basically a creepy lullaby, I onestly love it so much and it’s pretty inspiring. I don’t know if there’s is an actual character that could fit the song because the lyrics are very specific. But I feel it have a dark elf feeling to it, I could totally imagine this sung by a Mirkwood elf.


Diese Kalte Nacht- Faun

öffne mir, lass mich hinein (Open up, let me inside)
dein Liebster steht im Mondenschein (Your lover stands in the moonlight)
diese Nacht ist so kalt (This night is so cold)
so öffne mir (so open up)
denn morgen wird’s zu spät sein (For tomorrow it’ll be too late )

I discovered this one long ago, the sounds are maybe a little too modern but with a stretch of the imagination it could really fit. Of course the whole song is in German so if you want to make a character speak German for whatever reason this one could be the right one, or with another little stretch of immagination, you can pretend it’s another Middle Earth’s foreign language.


The Parting Glass - Cara Dillon

Of all the money that e’er I had, I spent it in good company.
And of all the harm that e’er I’ve done, alas it was to none but me.
And all I’ve done for want of wit, to memory now I can’t recall.

Traditional parting song. This one is really fitting and I just love it, it’s perfect for a character that is leaving and salutes everyone else, or just as a song to sing at the end of a gathering. Being traditional, is been sung by other authors too if you’d like another version or another singer. (Here you can find some examples)


False, False - Cara Dillon

But I would climb a tree that is too high for me
Asking fruit where there weren’t any growing
I was lifting warm water from beneath the cold clay
And against the stream I was rowing

Oh, look, another angsty one. This reference to the end of a relationship. It’s sad and the music tears my heart apart, I also love the lyrics I posted up here, I think they perfectly convey the meaning of the song.


Firebird’s Child - S. J. Tucker

I am the firebird! 
I am his daughter! 
I am the firebird’s child! 
I am a firebird, the boldest song you’ve ever heard 

A fire dance song. This one is almost ritual, it’s perfect if you want someone to perform some kind of mystical (almost shamanic) ritual around the fire.


Brother Stand Beside Me - Heather Dale

Brother, stand beside me
Brother, lend your arm
The land below lies stricken
And this fight has nearly come
Let them sing our praises when we’ve gone

Oh, this is my favorite one. It’s a song before the battle and it can be sung by basically any character that goes into battle in both LOTR and The Hobbit. (Eowyn yall, this is Eowyn’s song 100% don’t  fight me on this!)


Adrift - Heather Dale

Lover, dear lover, I’ve had a fell dream
My mother’s adrift on the sea!
My brothers have left her alone in the gale -
There’s no one to save her but me.

Even tough the lyrics mention Oisín, which is the main character’s name of the legend the song talks about, it’s mentioned briefly and it could be easily changed with another name, a term of of endearment, or another word at your choice. Aside from that the song is beautiful and here you can find the summary of the original story.


Fisherman’s Boy - Heather Dale

Fisherman’s boy with a bucket of water
Goes walking each day on the shore
Looking in tide-pools and crannies
For fish that were stranded
Sure-handed he’d gather them all
Throwing them back to the ocean
Back to the living once more

Honestly I think this one would be perfect for just one character of whole Middle Earth and it’s Bard. Of course talks about a Fisherman’s son, the tune is pretty and the story is so cute. Here you can find the complete lyrics, go read them if you like Bard and want to awe for hours.

My Darling Elijah

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Pairing: Elijah x Reader

Summary: When Elijah hears word that you’re the one causing havoc in New Orleans he goes to confront you.


This wasn’t who you wanted to become, a version of yourself that was barely recognizable. Twirling the daylight ring on your left hand, middle finger, it was a constant reminder of the sole reason why you were here, in the French Quarter of New Orleans.

A 1,000 or so years ago what should of only been read about in books, rose up from the pages and became real life. Vampires your parents called them. They were branded as monsters with one desire, to suck blood. As you grew so did the feeling of perhaps those bed time stories could somehow morph into reality….and they did.

A handsome stranger passing through your village introduced himself as Elijah Mikaelson, in fact his whole family was headed to another destination, but decided to take a break from their travels. Your mother being the kind hearted soul, offered a bed and a place to stay. That’s when everything turned to hell…that’s when you became a vampire.

Now walking the streets of New Orleans, the city that was once ruled by the Mikealson family was filled with their rule once more. Lurking in the shadows for weeks on end did nothing but make you more agitated, at the prospect of running into any of them. Not because you were afraid, but more so because you had a lot to say. After all resentment and anger had been building for as long as you could remember, and it was time things were dealt with.

Upon arriving you couldn’t help but indulge in a little fun, after all vampires killed out of boredom, pleasure, fun or revenge. At least, that’s what those bedtime stories taught you. And being a vampire they couldn’t have been more true. If you wanted to grab the attention of Elijah, drastic measures had to be put into place.

Turning down onto another stretch of road, a tall man stood meters away. Hand in pocket and a casual stance. Walking up confidently to the mysterious stranger, who with each step became no longer a mystery.

“The noble Elijah Mikaelson come to greet me, I am truly flattered”. You stood in front of him, arms by your side.

He was dressed in a formal suit, looking mighty handsome and still the same old Elijah who you first meet in your village, expect without the long hair. You were wearing all black head to toe. Dark, black skinny jeans coupled with ankle boots and a simple tank top covered with a leather jacket. To finish the look off, your hair was in light, loose waves.

“I have come to ask you to stop terrorizing this city. Whatever you have to gain from doing so, I suggest you put an immediate stop to those plans. Otherwise next time Klaus will be standing here and we both know how his temper can get”.

Biting the inside of your lip to stop yourself from laughing, mainly because of Elijah thinking coming face to face with Klaus scared you in any way, it didn’t. “Centuries go by, not a single word from the person who sired me, who apparently loved me and this is the welcome speech I get?”.

His face came into clearer view. And seeing him standing here in the flesh radiated mixed emotions.

“You can get a proper welcome speech once I know you aren’t here to harm anyone I care about. So Y/N I won’t ask again, please leave”. He held a monotone voice, neither showing emotion through his voice or facial expression. And that didn’t sit well with you at all.

You took one step closer with each word you spoke. “Poor Elijah, can’t handle the sins from his past. Are you that afraid of me? I mean after all you did turn me into this…a person I hardly recognize anymore, burnt my village to the ground and then you simply ran away”.

By the time you reached him, lips were almost touching. So I’ll ask again my darling Elijah. Are.you.afraid.of.me?”. Playing with his tie, he sharply grabbed your wrist. “I’m not proud of what I did Y/N. But if you have a grievance with me, you aim your anger at me only, understand?”.

Snatching your wrist from his grasp, you gave him the coldest stare. “Here’s what your going to understand Elijah. I don’t give a damn about your conditions or rules. I spent a better part of a century trying to live with being a vampire, so forgive if I don’t bow so easily to your demands. This isn’t your game anymore Elijah, and I plan to play it as long as I possibly can”.

Elijah removed his hand from his pocket and remained as calm as ever. The cold air of New Orleans becoming colder with each breath that each of you were taking.

“Scheming, plotting and making threats, this isn’t who you are Y/N. What happened to that sweet, caring young girl I first meet, before life tore away what little humanity you had left. That girl, all she ever wanted to do was help people and now look at you.”.

He knew that a nerve had been hit just purely from the sadness evident in your eyes. However that sadness was soon replaced with anger. “You want to know what happened to that girl Elijah, she turned into this!”. Fangs out, you vamp sped towards him and pushed him against the nearest wall.

“You turned me into this! You Elijah Mikaelson ruined that sweet, innocent girl who trusted you, who loved you”. Tears streaming down your face, you took a step back, unpinning him from the wall.

“Always and forever, it’s quite fitting isn’t it? I’m going to take those words and destroy you with them. So the next time you hear that phrase, it won’t remind you of the promise you, Rebekah and Niklaus made. It’ll remind you of me. And when that happens, you’ll be begging for always and forever to end”.

With that, you turned the corner and walked away. Not having healed your heart at all like you planned, but instead you let the darkness continue to grab a hold, expect this time that hold had gotten much tighter.

my-lovely-otp  asked:

Hiya! You're doing such an amazing job! Maybe I should start a new blog too :D Anyways if you're still taking requests, can you do Ut, Us, Uf seeing their S/O walking down the aisle on their wedding day <3 Have a nice day/night~

[ Aw, thank you very much! :D And I mean really, this was a super fun and adorable ask to do as well <3 Again, though, you didn’t really specify which characters you want which is something people seem to do often, so I kind of ran away with whoever I could think of xD Hope that works- If there’s anyone you want in particular though, don’t be afraid to ask :)
Good luck with your own blog if you decide to make one! ^ ^ ]


Tale! Sans: Honestly, Sans doesn’t get very nervous often, but in the case that he does it’s not usually very noticeable. But right now, his soul is pounding against his ribcage and is stomach is churning. He’s rocking lightly back and forth on his heels with his hands slightly fidgeting, and to someone close (like his brother, currently standing right next to him), it’s obvious. “Brother, you’ll do fine,” he says. And Sans believes him. He’s been waiting for this moment all his life; for so long. And when it happens, it, you, everything… was all worth the wait. He’s starstruck. He’s always known you were beautiful, but now… and knowing the intention behind it, the moment, it’s stunned him so much into silence he almost forgot his vowels. But, no, he’s got this. Sans knows his does. Because it’s for you, for both of you. Most likely his brother’s crying a little, despite what he said, and Sans has a bit of a hard time not joining him, but he’s never smiled so much in his life.

Tale! Paps: Papyrus is looking pretty confident about it all. Admittedly his soul still can’t stop racing, but mostly he just knows that this moment is going to be perfect – because nothing could be more perfect than now. Especially once you start making your way down the aisle, and he feels his heart skip a bit as he takes the moment just to examine every part of your beautiful dress, a wide smile on his face. He’s ecstatic. His excitement would probably make you giggle, and then his vowels would probably make you feel the same way because he’s thought so long and hard about them to make them as meaningful and loving as possible. Along with perfect. So, so perfect. Especially since it’s you.

Tale! Undyne: Before the wedding, she was freaking out. Regardless of your gender she definitely decided against wearing a dress because she’s really not into that thing. But basically the whole time she was pacing around the room stressing about everything little detail like it was the end of the world. Thank god for Alphys. When the time came however, even if she was still not doing so good on the inside, seeing you changed everything. As if she fell into a trance staring at you and only you the entire time, as if there was no-one else in the room, and the rest of the time just flowed perfectly. To this moment, she’s still telling you how beautiful you looked on the day.

Tale! Toriel: She’s been through this day before, once, and yet now that she’s certain it isn’t going to end in a disaster, she’s relieved. It’s still just slightly nerve-wracking, but she’s more calm and happy about it than anyone else. Everything goes according to plan as she knew it would from the beginning, because Toriel doesn’t care as long as it’s you. Nothing could possibly ruin the day, no matter what. Seeing you walk down the aisle – or perhaps, walking towards you – she could feel her soul racing a little, but nonetheless, she’s smiling brightly, certainly complimenting on your outfit afterwards at least once.

Swap! Sans: He’s crying. And he’s not afraid to hide it. He’s so overwhelmed and he’s been worrying and fussing over this day for so long he’s just letting it all out. He’s happy though, it’s clear. Perhaps. He spends a lot of time grinning, but who wouldn’t be happy on their wedding day? He reassures them of so while he tries to calm down – his brother helped of course – and is just wiping the last of his tears with a smile as he stands at the end of the aisle. Seeing you walk down, he was sure it couldn’t have been anymore real. He’s grinning shyly at you, and you know he’s staring, his soul glowing in his chest. Once the party starts, he’s constantly reminding you of how pretty you look every so often and all in all he’s just happy that you’re finally married.

Swap! Paps: Just like Tale! Sans, he’s nervous. He’s constantly shuffling around and trying to convince himself that everything is going to be fine and reciting his vows under his breath to make sure he remembers him. He gets reassurance from his brother that everything is going to okay more than once. As happy as he is to see you in your outfit – and goddamn do you look amazing – he still can’t help but think a bit about what he wants to say, stopping a bit during his vowels before continuing, but he’s smiling. And he did a pretty good job at not seeming like he forgot, so he thought he did okay. Regardless, he’s just happy that you’re finally together – he’s been waiting for this day for so long, and last night it was hard to wait.

Swap! Undyne: Your definition of a mix of freaking out and fangirling. One minute she’s “oh my gosh this is really happening!” and the other she’s “but what if it goes wrong??? What if I mess up or forget something??” For a while it repeats like this, most of the time when she’s reminded of it and everything, but she manages to calm down somewhat when it occurs. Maybe. As for her vowels, she decided to make them up on the spot, oddly enough, but told no-one. She did a pretty good job at it, so much no-one really worked it out. Why should she write down and practice something that’s been in her heart since she met you? She’s pretty shy during the whole thing, but she’s smiling so much her cheeks hurt. It’s like a dream come true!

Fell! Sans: Take Tale! Sans’ nervousness and amp it up by about one hundred. He’s just as anxious with making sure everything is right and just wondering if this is true – is this really happening??? He’s getting married? He’s not just dreaming?? It takes a fair bit to convince, and if it wasn’t for seeing you, he would never have believed it. Even with the light churning of his stomach – in a good way – the event goes a lot smoother than he thought it would, for sure. The entire time he held a smile, having calmed down enough by then… but once it’s over, he really won’t let go of you. He’s just too relieved it’s all true.

Fell! Paps: He looked pretty serious about the moment before hand, even if he was making sure everything was perfect, he looked pretty… well, himself. Sure, he was smiling a little, of course, and most of the time was spent glaring at his brother with a bright red blush when he teased him about it. But when the moment comes, he can’t help it. Is he crying? Yeah, he’s crying. It’s as clear as day, and after it’s all done, he can barely even see clearly after he’s said his vowels and everything – and hearing and seeing you didn’t help at all. But he’s happy, of course. Even as he wipes the tears from his eyes, he’s smiling. He knows this is something Red isn’t going to let slide, but he doesn’t care right now. He’s too happy to care. To have reached this day, with you and him both safe is emotional enough.

Becoming Real - Part 4

Originally posted by butteryplanet

PART 1  |  PART 2   |   PART 3  |  PART 4

Characters: Thorin, Company, Reader.
Setting:
Erebor after BOTFA (Everyone lives, fix-it).
Synopsis: Firmly ensconced in Erebor and fed up with the tedium of their daily duties, Thorin’s company tries to revive old times by going on a camping trip. Meanwhile, Thorin is reconsidering his choice of queen and trying to avoid the company’s well-intentioned meddling into his love life, with mixed success.
Warnings:
NSFW. Angsty. Hurt/Comfort with a lot of hurt.  
Notes:
This is the first sequel to THE LONG DARK. It will make a lot more sense if you read that story first. My thanks go out to my darlings @hardlyfatal, @fromthedeskoftheraven​ and @snugsbunnyfluff  for listening to my interminable whining about this story, making excellent suggestions and slogging through my first (and n-th) drafts without a single complaint.
Words:
1611



Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
        — Pablo Neruda

 You left your shelter during a lull in the deluge. The way back was  ridiculously short, though the path was treacherous and slippery with mud. Thorin held onto your hand throughout, clearly unwilling to take chances.

The moment you stepped into the cave he let go of you.

All eyes turned to you as you entered. You saw a ribald remark form on Kíli’s lips, only to die when Fíli elbowed him hard. A flash of resentment pierced you, but it was gone as swiftly as it had arrived. None of this was his fault.

Soon it became clear to everyone that something bad had happened between you and Thorin. By unspoken agreement you sat in different corners of the cave, and when you took off your wet clothes to wrap yourself in a blanket, Thorin looked the other way.

To your relief, everyone knew better than to comment. They probably thought it was a run of the mill lovers’ quarrel that would blow over soon. So they made sure to carry on as usual.

You had no idea how to behave. A part of you still hoped for a resolution, but you knew Thorin had to get there on his own. So you decided to behave as normally as you could, even though your heart sat in your chest like a lead weight.

Besides, regardless of your personal feelings, you had a duty to the others. You wouldn’t spoil their good time if you could help it. So you smiled at Bofur’s jokes, ate the food Bombur had prepared even though it tasted like ash in your mouth, and when you finally curled up on your bedroll, you were so exhausted that you slept like a log.

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Lifestyle of the Rich and Famous

PART 3

A/N: This is really long, but here is the final part! Hope you all enjoyed this series:) I’m excited for you to see what I have planned next! 

Warning: CONTAINS SMUT

|Part One|  |Part Two

The sound of the front door slamming jolted Luke from his thoughts forcing him to get up from his chair in the bedroom and investigate the sound of the noise.

“Y/N?” He called out. “Baby was that yo-” He stopped short when he saw none other than the very person he hated more than anyone in the world sitting daintily on the couch where he had left you.

“Hello Lucas.” Her high pitched voice was toxic to him.

“What the hell are you doing here. Where’s Y/N?”

She scoffed, standing up and making her way towards him. “You mean that poorly dressed little thing you were keeping? I let her out with the rest of the trash.” She reached up and touched his bicep giving it a little squeeze. “You can thank me later.”

Luke grabbed her wrist, forcing her off of him. “What did you say to her?” He was furious.

“I didn’t have to say anything Lucas. You said it all yourself.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t care about her? “She is absolutely nothing to me? You really should soundproof these walls Lucas.” She smirked.

“I wasn’t talking about her. she’s smart enough to know that. What the hell did you say?” Luke was furious that Sabrina would stoop so low as to ruin the one good thing he had going for him.

“I just told her the truth. That we’re engaged and she’s not welcome here.” Sabrina shrugged.

“No, we will never be together. When will you get that through your head!?” He yelled right in her face but she only raised an eyebrow.

“Even if it means being cut off? Surely not even you are that dense. Besides, I know you wouldn’t throw away fame and fortune for a girl you picked up off a street corner.” She scoffed, laughing.

“Don’t you dare talk about her that way and don’t pretend like you know me.” He spat, before turning away from her and grabbing his leather jacket off the couch.

“Lucas, where are you going.” Sabrina pouted. “Your mom is expecting us for tea in twenty minutes.”

Luke slipped on his sunglasses and raised his eyebrows at her.

“Out to find the girl I love.” Luke flung open the door and was about to walk out before he stopped, turning back to face her. “Oh and you better not be here when I get back. I’m not used to taking out the trash on my own.”

_____

The cold autumn wind bit at your skin as you hugged your hoodie closer to your body for warmth. You didn’t really know where you were going, only that you were in fact going. Buying a bus ticket and skipping town crossed your mind, but you had already almost saved enough for the first down payment of an apartment and you weren’t about to waste any of that money fleeing from a boy who wouldn’t even come looking for you.

Luke. His name alone made your stomach churn. He had betrayed you. Tricked you into thinking that you mattered to him, when in reality you had been his charity case all along. The tears rolled down your cheeks like a floodgate had been opened. Why would he have wanted you anyway? He had mansions and private jets and personal chefs at his disposal, there was no way he would settle for a little girl on the street. He deserved a girl like Sabrina. Someone who could match his wealth and stature, not someone he would be embarrassed by.

A clap of thunder jerked you from your pity party. A storm was on its way and you were about to be caught in the middle of it.

“Great.” You mumbled to yourself. “Like today couldn’t get any worse.” You pulled your hood up just as the first drop of rain landed on your skin. Looking up, you saw you were approaching the same park where you had painted with Luke earlier today. Oh how that felt like a lifetime ago now. The drizzle turned into a downpour as you walked down the sidewalk and past the park. The rain soaked through your clothes and the wind chilled you to the bone. Though you were used to the feeling of extreme cold, it was the loneliness that broke you down. You thought you had somebody and now they were gone. It wasn’t only your skin that was cold now, it was your soul. You could feel it freezing as the thought that you would be alone forever took root in your mind. Thunder rang out again only this time it sounded closer. You had to find shelter before the storm or you were going to catch hypothermia.

All of a sudden, you were blinded by the headlights of an oncoming car, speeding straight towards you. You cast your eyes downwards and continued walking expecting the vehicle to whiz by, but instead it pulled to the side of the road mere inches from where you were walking and slammed on the brakes. Terrified, you broke into a run, running away fast from the strange car and the impulsive driver. You thought you heard your name being called as you ran, but wrote it off as the sound of the wind playing cruel tricks. The rain hit your face like bullets, masking your tear stained cheeks. Your toe met an uneven crack in the sidewalk, sending you tumbling down to the wet pavement. You landed on your knees, ripping a hole in your jeans and causing streaks of blood to mix with the mud that was already caked on your skin. You didn’t have the heart to get up from your place on the ground. Your legs were too weak and your heart was too broken.

“Y/N!” You heard your name again. That voice. It couldn’t be? “Y/N oh my God are you alright? I didn’t mean to scare you I’m so sorry!”

Strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you into his chest. A pair of lips kissed your head as he took his own coat off his body and wrapped you in it. He moved to kiss your lips but you pulled away, keeping your eyes cast downward.

“No.” You whispered, pushing him away from you with what little strength you had.

“Baby please just let me-”

“No Luke I don’t want to see you.” You climbed out of his lap and stood up, your knees wobbling as you began walking away from him.

“Y/N, don’t do this please.” He begged and grabbing your arm and turning you to face him. “Just let me explain.” But you only shoved his chest, causing him to stumble back. The agonizing look in his blue eyes could have killed you had you not been so angry.

“I’ve heard enough from you and your fucking fiance.” You spat, taking a few steps back from him and bracing yourself to run away.

“It’s not what you think Y/N.”

“No! I am not letting you lie to me anymore! I can’t sit here and listen to you make up excuses while some other girl sits at home and plans your wedding!” You were screaming at him now, your voice even louder than the howls of the wind.

“She’s not my fiance!” He screamed equally as loud. “If you would listen to me for two goddamn seconds than maybe you would understand!” He took your hands in his and brought them to his chest. “I just need you to understand. Please.” His voice grew soft as he begged you to hear him out. And as much as you hated to admit it, you were just as hooked on him as he was on you.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “But you said those awful things. They were about me I know they had to have been.” You gave him a stubborn look, but he laughed it off.

“Y/N, the only thing I was saying about you was how much I like you.” He tucked a wet piece of hair behind your ear, the rain still pouring down on both of you. “And how much I want to be with you.” His voice was soft now as he leaned in towards you.

“A-And your fiance?” You questioned, but your voice was shaky at his proximity.

“She’s not my fiance. She’s a psycho girl who my parents think will be good for my image if I’m seen with her. Nobody likes her, me included, and that’s who I was talking about when you heard me. She’s the one I don’t care about, not you.”

You were speechless. How could you have been so rash as to immediately assume that he hated you? You felt terrible that you had accused him of all these things when he had been so kind to you.

“Luke I’m so sorry I-”

The feeling of his lips on yours cut you off. His palms were placed on each of your cheeks as he pulled you in as close as you could be to him. Your own hands immediately flew around his neck, tugging him to you. You missed the feeling of him, even if he had only been away from you for a short while.

The rain drenched you both to the bone. His black tee shirt clung to his skin and water dripped down his arms. His hair was matted and stuck to his face, but you didn’t think you had seen something so beautiful in your life.

He pulled away from you, just enough to rest his forehead on yours and stare deep into your eyes. Even in the darkness his sapphire irises shined.

“I’m falling in love with you. Despite how much you love to argue with me and how much you drive me crazy, I have never felt like this about anyone but you. I’m in love with you Y/N.” He smiled, as if he had just come to the realization himself. “God, I am so in love with you.”

He kissed you again, holding you so that you would never be able to slip away from him again. It felt like all of the longing and the passion between you was coming out in the feelings of his lips on yours. It felt raw and dirty and real, full of passion and reflecting exactly what made your relationship with him work. It was messy, but that was just you and Luke. Two opposites that made something right; something whole.

“I love you too Luke.” Your voice came out small, so different from the shouting you had been doing earlier. It was vulnerable, but that was okay.

“I was hoping you would say that.” He smiled at you adoringly.

“Now let’s get out of this rain yeah?” He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and escorted you back to his warm car, settling you inside before running around to his own side and jumping in. He immediately turned up the heat to comfort your shivering body.

After a few minutes of driving in silence, Luke spoke up. “I want you to meet my family.”

___

Luke pulled up to the gates of the Hemmings Estate, parking his car in the huge garage alongside countless other gorgeous automobiles. He took you by the hand, escorting you through the grand house and up to his bedroom. If you hadn’t known any better you would say he had the master bedroom, but he assured you it wasn’t the largest one in the house.

“So this is your room?” You brushed your fingers across the soft fabric of the couch in the center of the room.

“Yeah, this is home.” He scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed for some reason that he lived in such a beautiful home while you had nothing.

“It’s beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful.” He smirked and walked over to you, gripping your waist and giving you a quick kiss on the lips. You giggled, walking away from him and skipping into the bathroom that was connected to his room.

“So this is where you shower then?” You bit your lip, giving him a playful look which he returned.

“Mmhm.” He mumbled. “But I bet it would be more fun with you in there with me.” He placed a suggestive kiss on your forehead as you toyed with the hem of his damp shirt.
“How about we find out.” You took his lip between your teeth, tugging slightly before slowly pulling his damp shirt over his head. He grinned, allowing you to tug it off before he unzipped your sweatshirt and discarded it on the floor. He then took off your shirt, leaving you only in your bra. He kissed you hard and you could feel his skin on yours as he pulled you close.

“God, you’re so sexy.” He whispered on your lips before he let go of you and went to turn on the water. Steam began to fill the bathroom as Luke quickly unbuckled his pants before stripping himself of his briefs, leaving him stark naked in front of you.

“Your turn baby girl.” He brushed his finger across your cheek as you reached down and unzipped your jeans excruciatingly slow, teasing him.

“No, fuck that.” He growled as he brought you in for another kiss before reaching back to unhook your bra. He began kissing down your neck before trailing kisses down your chest and stomach, reaching the top of your panties. He took them between his teeth, pulling them down your legs.

You moaned at the feeling of him so close to your wetness, threading your fingers in his hair before he stood back to his feet and stepped into the shower, dragging you with him. He pressed your back against the tile walls of the large shower before kissing you hard and reaching down to squeeze your ass, causing you to moan into his mouth. He slid into you with ease, your moans echoing off the bathroom walls as he filled you completely. He felt like heaven, the feeling of him inside you and the warmth of the water showering down was bliss.

“That’s right baby girl you’re the only one I want.” He whispered in your ear. “You’re the only one who makes me-oh shit.” He moaned as you clenched around him and the hot water of the shower cascaded down his back. “-feels so good.” He whimpered. “Y-you f-feel so good baby. So perfect.”

“Yeah? You like that Lukey?” You purred in his ear and he smirked down at you, water dripping down his face.

“Oh, so my little girl like to play huh?” He said as he continued to thrust in and out of you,  reaching down to rub your clit as you lightly bit into his shoulder to keep yourself from crying out.

“Yes! Luke!” You moaned his name, scratching your nails down his back as his thrusts became deeper. He was achingly hard and you could feel every beautiful inch as he slid in and out of you.

“Do you want to come for me baby girl?” He cooed.

“So bad, Luke I’m so close please!” He pounded into your sweet spot, moaning your name in your ear as the water from the shower dripped down his face and onto the lips he was kissing you with.

“ I’m cumming with you baby, oh my god.” He moaned, as he gave one final thrust causing both of you to come together in a rhythmic way you had never felt before. It was amazing. He buried his head in your neck, tracing his lips down your jaw and muttering small “I love yous” on your skin. You were breathing heavily, but he continued to place small kissed on your lips before as you muttered.

“That was…”

“Amazing.” He finished for you.

The two of you spent the next few minutes cleaning up. He washed your hair and in turn, you drug a wash cloth over his toned body, scrubbing him clean and leaving kisses all over.

A few minutes later, you were laid on his bed dressed in one of his shirts and your head on his chest.

“I was serious about wanting you to meet my family you know.” He mumbled, as if afraid you would reject the idea.

“I know you were. I just don’t know if I’m ready for that.” You sighed, and he tilted his head down to meet your eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“Luke we both know I’m not going to fit in there. It’s one thing being with you, but having to face your entire family? I don’t think I can.”

“Y/N, we’re not that different from a regular family. You keep trying to put up a wall to separate us and you just can’t! I know it may seem scary because they’re important people, but they are going to love you.”

“And if they don’t?”

“If they don’t then at least I love you. And if I love you, in time they’ll learn to love you too.”

You were quiet for a moment before speaking slowly again. “Alright. I guess it has to happen eventually.”

“How about tonight?”

“Wait. Tonight, tonight?”

“Yeah, uh, we’re having a small get together here. Nothing super fancy, but I could have a dress brought here for you to wear and we’ve got a stylist that will get you ready. I’ll be with you the whole time I promise. Besides, this way you can meet the boys too.” He smiled. How could you say no to that smile?
“Okay Luke, make me look pretty.” He kissed your temple.

“You already are.”

___

A fitting and a hair and makeup session later and you were standing in Luke’s bedroom waiting for him to finish his hair.

“Good god Luke, how much product could you possibly need?” You yelled.

“Sorry, sorry.” He grumpled before stepping out of the bathroom in a pressed suit; his hair done up in a perfect quiff like it was when you met him. He threw his arm around your shoulders and led you downstairs where you could already hear the chatter and the sound of an orchestra.

“Just follow my lead okay?” He whispered in your ear and you nodded.

The moment the two of you were at the top of the stairs all eyes were on you and Luke, jealous stares of girls your age and confused looks from the adults among them. He lead you down the elegant staircase, you clinging onto his arm for dear life.

“Luke so good to see you.” The older lady’s voice dripped with content at the sight of you.

“Always a pleasure Ms. Laws. Have you seen my mother?”

“Why yes, she’s in the ballroom. I believe they’re about to give a toast.”

He then spoke to you. “C’mon we have to hurry.” He pulled you along behind him, despite the fact that you were tripping all over yourself in the high heels he picked out for you.

“Luke where are we going?”
“You’ll see soon enough baby.”
“LUKE!” Three boys descended upon you and Luke, punching his shoulder in the friendly way that bros are known for. “How’s a goin’ man? Who’s the chick?” They all asked at once.

“Guys, this is Y/N.” He introduced you and the their eyes widened.

The boy with dark hair and brown eyes raised a thick eyebrow. “Oh so you’re Y/N? Well we’ve heard a lot about you. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’m Calum.” He reached out and elegantly pressed his lips to the back of your hand with a devilish smile.

“Nice to meet you Calum.” You gave him a small smile back.

“And I…” The boy with the bleach blonde hair interrupted. “Am Michael. But I’m sure you knew that already.” He winked at you.

“I can’t say that I do. But it’s a pleasure to meet someone who must be so renowned in society.” You spoke with a hint of sarcasm and the boys laughed.

“Luke I like her. Please keep her around, because I don’t know if I can handle the idea of you and Sabrina.” The boy with longer hair joked, but the sound of her name made you feel sick. “I’m Ashton by the way, love.” He charmed, sticking out his hand for you to shake.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Okay babe, I need you to stay here while I take care of some things” Luke pressed a kiss to your temple. “The boys will look after you. I’ll just be a moment.”

“But Luke you said you’d stay with me.” You whispered so the boys wouldn’t hear.

“I know baby, and I’m sorry but this is important okay? You’ll understand soon.”

You nodded your head, miffed that he was to leave you here with three rowdy boys you just met. He leaned down to kiss the corner of your mouth before wandering off to do whatever it is he needed to.

“Oh shit. Incoming.” Michael cringed.

“Y/N, just let us handle this okay?” Ashton commanded. You whipped your head around to look at what they were so worried about when you saw her.

“Hello boys.” Sabrina’s voice dripped with venom. “Shame this place has gone to shambles. Seems like they’ll let any old riff-raff in here if they sleep with the host.” She smirked and your cheeks immediately began to heat up.

“Yeah and you’re much better? Everyone knows you and Tony Ferraro did it in the broom closet last Christmas.” Calum spat, but she barely even bat an eye.

“Oh Calum, I see Luke still lets you hang around. Though I don’t see why as it seems the family business is about to go under isn’t it? Don’t think nobody knows about it, because we’re all just waiting to watch the Hoods fall.” Her comment rendered him silent, but it certainly made you angry.

“Tell me Sabrina, are you more angry that Luke wouldn’t touch you if his life depended on it, or that you lost him to ‘street trash?’” You asked sweetly.

“Damn.” Michael’s voice rang out and the other two followed suit, laughing hysterically as Sabrina’s mouth hung open, searching for what to say.

“Why you little_”

“Welcome Ladies and Gentleman to our home.” Luke’s voice boomed throughout the hall, cutting Sabrina off and turning all eyes to where he stood in the middle of the room. “I’d like to thank you all for coming to our second charity gala of the week.” He joked and the room echoed with small chuckles before he continued on. “Most of you may know, seeing as though this is all the media seems to want to report on, that Ms. Cole and I are supposed to be engaged.” You snuck a glance over at Sabrina who shot you a devious smirk. “But I am here to tell you that those are merely rumors. I am not in any way affiliated with her or the Cole family and have no intention of ever being so in the future.” Gasps sounded from the audience and this time it was your turn to smirk a little. “Instead I would like to introduce you all to my real girlfriend. She may not be what the press call ‘a perfect role model’ or someone who can make a ‘proper influence’ on me, but I don’t care about that. “I am in love with her and that’s all that matters.” Luke began to walk over to you, the spotlight that was shining on him following. “I am so in love with her. No matter her position of stature or wealth, she is the one I will be with and no one can tell me different.” Aww filled gasps rang throughout the room as Luke reached the spot where you were standing. “Y/N I love you.” He spoke into the microphone, but it felt like he was the only one in the room.

“I love you too Luke.” He smiled widely before smashing his lips to yours as the room erupted into applause.

“So this is her eh?” A voice sounded from behind you causing both you and Luke to turn. 

“Hi mum. Yes this is her.”

“And your willing to be completely cut off just to be with her?” His mother raised an eyebrow, but there was a mischievous glint in her eye that made you winder what she was doing. 

Luke gulped. “Y-Yes.”

She then looked at you, taking you in completely. “Tell me Y/N. Do you love my son?” 
You glanced up and Luke, his smiling face and gorgeous eyes trained on you alone. 

“Always ma’am.” 

You held your breath as she was silent for a moment before speaking again, 

“Then I approve.” She nodded and Luke broke into a grin, grabbing you waist and lifting you off the ground, spinning you around laughing. 

Maybe there wasn’t a place for you in the lifestyle of the rich and famous. But there was a place for you in Luke’s heart and a place for him in yours and right now, in this perfect moment, that was all that mattered.  

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Five Years Apart

Summary: Arthur broke up with a man he was still in love with and moved to London just after his thirtieth birthday. Five years later, he’s still madly in love with the same man; who has just recently moved into the same apartment building. Will they rekindle their lost love, or are they doomed to repeat the past? 
Pairing: USUK
Word count: 3,281
Prompt from empressvegah.
A/N: Thank you so much for the request! Anyone feel free to request a fic from me and point out any grammar/spelling mistakes!


“Yo! Hold that door, dude!”

Arthur jumped, surprised by the sudden yell, and even more at the realization that it was directed at him. Jumping forward, he placed a hand on the rapidly closing elevator door and watched as it retracted after making contact with his open palm. Relieved, he looked up to find the source of the yell… Only to wish he hadn’t.

His heart leapt into his throat at the mere sight of the man running toward him, all beautiful golden-blonde hair and perfect, bright blue eyes. Arthur’s eyes bulged, every coherent thought leaving his head to be replaced by shit shit shit that’s Alfred that’s the man I fell in love with and the man I left and ohmygod he’s getting into the elevator shit shit shit!

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Haikyuu fic rec #2

I’m back with another fic rec with all the ones I read while I was on holidays  -now I lack of free time because of college, ohoho. Hope you enjoy it!

Part I 

Bokuaka

Farewell by WildKitte (1k / T) - Akaashi pushes him back and inhales a deep breath like he’s drowning and grabs his luggage.”Farewell, Bokuto-san,” he says, voice hollow and turns, embarks the train without looking behind.

I’ll return home one day by awkwardedgeworth (7k / G) -  Wherein Akaashi is a world famous violinist, Kuroo introduces him to future Olympian-to-be Bokuto Koutarou. And Bokuto pines. A lot.

In Another Life by LittleLuxray (22k / T) - Worth the read, even that is going to break your heart . Sleeping didn’t come as easy as it used to. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too.

Maybe We’re Airbone, Baby by SterlingLee (3k / T) -  Realizing he’s got it bad for his setter is the easy part. Getting his feelings across might be the hardest thing Bokuto’s ever done, not counting his literature final or putting out the flames on that birthday cake he tried to bake for Akaashi last year, or—or a lot of things, actually.

One part intentionally, two parts not by kirinosiku (2k / T) -  It starts out two weeks before Christmas, innocent and unexpected, with a silly coffee mug. Until Akaashi finds himself staring at a sleeping Bokuto and oh, oh.

Seven Days of Rain by gabstar (4k / T) - Bokuto loves the rain. Loves it too much, Akaashi thinks. Loves it like Bokuto loves everything. Wholly, completely. With total and absolute abandon.Akaashi would be lying if he said that didn’t scare him.

Sunshine Eyes by Akaashi_Keiji (3k / G) -  The first impression Akaashi Keiji gets of Bokuto Koutarou is by no means a good one.

10 hours by tsukkkiii (7k / T) -  Stuck at the airport in the middle of the night because the flight is SUPER delayed and wow Bokuto Koutarou has a huge crush AU.

Iwaoi

Always My Pillar of Strenght by starlicities (16k / M) -  “What’s wrong with me, Mattsun?” Oikawa pulls at the hem of his shirt, the sopping fabric clinging to his skin and leaking water onto the doormat. “Anybody, everybody I know would kill to have me. And the only one I want to feel that way won’t even look at me.”

Build a temple in me by Authoress (39k / T) -  Up the mossy mountain steps, past the komainu guardians and the faded red gate, and beyond the boundaries of the green shrine—that’s where the forest and the spirit world within it lies. That’s were Hajime met him, and where their story began.

blue sky burns gray by daisuga (2k / G) -  Well, Oikawa Tooru, you can’t always get what you want. And sometimes, you lose the most important thing along the way.

By the time your eighteen by ricekrispyjoint (4k / T) -  Oikawa and Iwaizumi’s adventures in dating, kissing, and birthday gifts.

Here Comes Your Man by newamsterdam  (8k / T) - I have read this like 3 times already.  No one really knows much about the new surgical resident, Doctor Iwaizumi, other than the fact that he’s married. Suga’s determined to find out more, and make a friend of him in the process.

If you wanna be by orphan_account (15k / T) - There’s a five second silence as Oikawa peers at Iwaizumi, hardly budging before he reaches into his wallet to procure a single bright red business card. He slides it across the table until it’s sitting there, glaringly bright, obnoxiously real, and staring Iwaizumi right in the eye. THE GRAND CUPID, OIKAWA TOORU, CAMPUS MATCHMAKER.

like the sun rises by raewrites (1k / T) -  “When did you realize you were in love with me?”

Long nights, no peace by knightswatch (18k / E) - Pacific Rim AU.  The unconscious sync used to make Oikawa feel awkward, like he was losing a piece of himself in the drift and picking up too many of Iwaizumi’s habits. But now, after fifteen drops (and fifteen kills), it’s a comfort. It’s the steady knowledge that Iwaizumi Hajime will always be someone that he can rely on, that no matter what the world throws at the two of them, they share in a piece of each other’s soul.

Phone Home by ghostystarr (6k / G) -  Oikawa Tooru is currently orbiting Earth at 445 kilometers per minute, but falling in love with the voice in his ear makes it feel so much slower than that.

Still waking up by bravely (commovente) (1k / G) - Angst Medicine.  Iwaizumi starts his mornings with cold toes and warm breath.

To build a home by xShieru (15k / T) -  AU. Two people who are running away from their old lives and problems find each other. That’s all there is to it.

The heart is a lonely hunter by velvetcrowbars (8k / M) -  Oikawa Tooru is a living inconsistency kept together by things they’ve long forgotten and Iwaizumi Hajime no longer believes in miracles.

you’re looking like you fell in love tonight by anyadisee (34k / T) - Pretend to be dating? Pretend to be daiting.  “So, let me see if I understood this correctly,” Hajime says, slow and careful like he’s still waiting for some kind of punchline. “You want me to help Oikawa Tooru, a guy I barely know, because your boyfriend owes him a favor?”

Kuroken

Anything not saved will be lost by newamsterdam (15k / T) - After years of friendship, Kenma begins to wonder if things between him and Kuroo will ever change.

Reflections of you by Latios (6k / G) - Once he pieces together why it looked so damn familiar–that’s when he felt anxiety creep up his spine, mixed with many other emotions. Like Denial. Because he knew exactly who had the matching mark, and he didn’t need much confirmation.

Static by icespyders (8k / G) -  He hadn’t taken it well when Kuroo went away.

Kyohaba

Close to the Chest by darkmagicalgirl (61k / T) - I really liked how she portrayed Yahaba and the whole Seijoh team. It takes Yahaba thirteen years to realize he’s different from the other kids, one to figure out how to hide it, and two more to learn to be happy just the way he is.

Down River Road by carafin (4k / G) - Character study.  Yahaba becomes Seijou’s captain; a new season of change and growth awaits.

Matsuhana

Chocolate by tellalie (3k / T) -  “We have to do something,” Mattsun says.

[Obnoxious clucking noises] by memorde (3k / T) - On the last night of their last training camp together, Oikawa has a bad idea, Hanamaki goes along with it, Iwaizumi sort of wishes he had better friends, and Matsukawa proves himself to be particularly adept at intimidation tactics.

On the anatomy of crushes by carafin (2k / T) - One of my favorites.  Falling in love is really, ridiculously easy.

Only Need The Light When It’s Burning Low by tookumade (9k / G) -     “… We’re worried about you. What’s going on?”  You, thinks Hanamaki.

Room To Talk by holdontoyourhulahoops (2k / G) -  In which one snarky comment from Yahaba makes Hanamaki realize he’s been a dirty hypocrite all this time.

Sitting close to sweetness by crossbelladonna (4k / T) -  “What’s up with you?” Matsukawa asks him, genuinely worried despite the fact he doesn’t sound like he cares.
“Nothing, Issei. Don’t bother me.” Hanamaki grumbles and walks past him, getting out of the kitchen in a flurry.

Sure by kiyala (5k / T) -  Beginning university brings a lot of changes with it. As Iwaizumi and Oikawa deal with going to different universities, Hanamaki thinks about his own relationship with Matsukawa.

There he is again by crossbelladonna (1k / T) -  Fate just had to show him the way and he ends up at the back section of the library, facing the black-rimmed glasses, ears-with-plugs boy and five days later, Hanamaki’s sure he’s in it bad. He doesn’t even know his name. It’s definitely bad.

Kurooyama? Yamakuroo?… who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯   (Kuroo Testsurou/Yamaguchi Tadashi)

Taste like cinnamon by InkCaviness (1k / G) - Hogwarts AU. The author has like six little fanfics of this ship, but this one is the cutest™. 

chocolate chip pancakes by InkCaviness (696 / G) -  Tadashi wakes up to the smell of pancakes.

Other

the lost boys by OwlinAMinor (60k / T) -  A group of boys lost everything in war only to inherit a country that no longer knows its place in the world. How do they grow up? Who do they look up to? Where do they go to find purpose? There is only one answer: they turn to each other.

Younger Days by SilverAmoebasquid (19k / T) - I wasn’t supposed to add more and wanted to keep this one for another rec, but this little 19k monster touched my heart at the very end and that’s the reason is here. I spent all my sunday reading it and liked it a lot. Follows Shirabu through his junior high school years and then to Shiratorizawa .

Tensemi

Mole by lilaevolet (2k / G) -  “Hey Eita, don’t you have a heart shaped mole on your hip?”

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I have waited for so, so long for a song where all of Seventeen would sing.

Sing, not rap.

Sing, because they all can sing albeit different in level of skill.

So I can’t really help my tears when they finally made it happen. Laughter really showcased their singing. And the last I heard some of these boys actually sing where you can actually really, really listen to the progress of their voice was way back their trainee days. I’m floored by how much they have all improved.

Seungcheol.

We know he can sing. He’s done it a lot of times, but not many times enough. We all agreed he needed to sing more, so even if they all got short lines to cater to everyone, I love how they made him sing the first part of the song. It somehow felt special like that, especially because he’s the leader.

Hansol.

I’ve always thought that Hansol can sing, just not the high notes they ask him to do. His voice is really, really nice to listen to, especially when he sings these. It’s somehow calm and easy.

Jeonghan.

I just want to stress how his voice has improved so much since their debut. Jeonghan was in vocal line, but he needed time to grow vocal-wise, too. He’s a lot more stable now and he can even hold notes. I love how he was able to make me feel light-hearted with his voice the  very second he sang.

Joshua.

He has this really unique voice color. I don’t think it was emphasized too well here because of how short the lines were, but we all know how his voice is a perfect mix of gentleness and honey, especially with the way he pronounces his words. It’s really, really pretty.

Jihoon.

Oh. We know he can sing. He has a sort of lowkey nasal quality of voice that just works. His voice turns from sweet, sweet love song lullabies to rapline worthy kind of edgy. His voice just delivers without fail no matter what kind of song he’s singing.

Seungkwan.

Main vocal for a reason. One of the most raw and powerful voices I’ve ever heard, and it’s a voice that never fails to move me and make me tear up. Honestly, this boy has so much soul in his voice and it just oozes out of him the second he sings.

Mingyu.

The melody suits his voice. I’m not sure about it, but when hear I hear him rap, I feel as if his voice isn’t too forceful or like, filled with swag, like other rappers. To me, his rap flow is that kind that can easily be turned into a melody if you want to sing it instead of rap it, so I thought maybe this boy could be a real good singer if they let him. And here we have the proof of that. 

Hoshi.

This boy’s voice is so comforting. It’s got this sort of warmth that makes you feel like you’re in your room in a silent night cuddled up with your favorite pillow and blanket. I wish he’s able to sing more, because his voice speaks with emotion so much.

Minghao.

His voice. It’s adorable and precious with that accent, but he can sing and he can rap pretty well. And his mellow voice is just. I wish we can hear more of him singing soon, because the world needs more of Xu Minghao, and we need to see all the improvements he’s been having that we’re yet to be blessed with.

Chan.

This boy, I swear. I have heard too few of Dino’s singing to actually say he was good at singing, but I felt that he was, because what can’t our maknae do? Powerful dancing and equally powerful rap. I felt like his voice was steady enough to sound good if he were singing, and I was just hoping, hoping, hoping to hear him sing at least once. And I’m ranting about it right now because I never thought it’d actually happen, and he’s as good as I thought he would be. Probably even better.

Seokmin.

I’ve talked about DK’s voice a hundred times, maybe. Voice clear as water. Main vocal for a good reason. There is just no way he wouldn’t be noticed for his voice now like that one time they didn’t realize he was main vocal, too, at Seventeen Project.

Junhui.

Jun said lines rather than sang them, but the way he delivered them floored me. He has good control over his voice as he speaks. It’s beautiful to hear. I wish they let him sing because his voice is soothing as well, but I’m not at all disappointed, because while Jun didn’t sing, his voice quality while speaking those words went straight to my heart and warmed it.

Wonwoo.

He has this really beautiful voice. Like a lonely prince that sings his heart out with a deep, gentle voice that makes you feel so nostalgic in that sense where you feel solitude yet you’re also filled with warmth.


This was a long post, but I had to get it out there. I really can’t help but feel overwhelmed and proud because I really wanted something like this, where they all would sing, to happen. Seventeen really has a way to make us happy in every sense of the word.

Support these boys. They deserve all the love in the world.

Walk Away- A Anthy Himemiya mix

“All those things that you taught me to fear, I’ve got them in my garden now and you’re not welcome here.”

Another chronological mix that follows Anthy’s development throughout the series, from a deeply cynical, trapped woman to one who bravely walks away. Album annotations give indication of what each song is addressed to.

1. Petals| Hole//2. Not Your Concern|  The Hush Sound//3. My Blood|  Ellie Goulding// 3. Gasoline| Halsey///4. Misery Loves Company (Rad Edit)| Emilie Autumn//5. E.V.O.L| Marina and the Diamonds//6. Studying Stones| Ani Difranco//7. God Help Me| Emilie Autumn//8. Walk| Kyla La Grange//9. Hold Me Down| Halsey//10. Glass Slipper (Snippet)| The Dresden Doll//11. Buy the Stars| Marina and the Diamonds//12. What Girls are Made of| Garbage//13. Curbstomp| Meg Myers//14. The Art of Suicide| Emilie Autumn//15. Get it| Kyla La Grange//16. Turn to Stone| Ingrid Michaelson//17. Control| Poe//18. Comeback Kid| Against the Current//19. Alive| Superchick//20. Brave| Idina Menzel

Added on Playmoss: Gasoline| Halsey

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His Sovereign Love

Pairing: Jared x Natalie (Named!Reader) – First POV

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Angst, language, fluff

Summary: An 8 year friendship and past breakup reality comes crashing down on me when I see him again.

A/N: This is for Nicole’’s YOUAU Challenge and is written in First POV so you can read it as though it’s you if you want. Just replace my name with your own. This is obviously an AU and in this case, Gen is happily with someone else so no hate to her. This is a work of fiction. I actually really loved this idea so thank you for getting rid of my writers block. Hope ya’ll enjoy.

P.S. Pulled this from the deep feels of my real personal experience with my ex/best friend so it’s based on a true story.
This is based in AUSTRALIA (because that’s where I’m from.)

Thankyou to @impala-dreamer & @sabriel-fanboy-83 for beta‘ing my work!

Prompt/Challenge:YOUAU Challenge by @iwantthedean


Originally posted by wellcometothedarkside

They say the greatest love stories start with friends.

Well, normally I’d say you were right.

The greatest love stories do start with friends. But the greatest stories do not.

What makes these stories so great is their truth; their raw, honesty and pain that is real life. You can’t make that shit up, not even if you tried.

So let me take you back to the start. As cliché as it sounds, I don’t want to bore you with the details, but the details in this particular story are important, so bare with me.

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