library is now open

Dirk was an absolute shade filled the-library-is-now-open catty little fuck on episode 2, and god does that worry me.

When was the last time we saw his biting insults rear their head? In the stairwell, with Riggins, when Dirk was clearly close to breaking down.

Dirk is pretty close to losing it, guys. :///

The Journal

Request:  Could you write something where y/n doodles in her notebook constantly, frequently about Peter who she has a crush on, and one day he accidentally picks up her notebook and shoves it in his bag when he’s in a rush. She has to figure out how to get it back without him seeing the drawings of him and “y/n Parker” written?

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 1,801

Genre: fluff

Notes: This fic is a lot longer than i thought it was going to be?? I hope you like it none the less:)

Mrs. Parker, Mrs. Y/n Parker, wife of Peter Parker, you lazily scribble in cute cursive writing.  Your fourth period calculus class was by far the most boring thing you had ever had the misfortune to suffer through. While Mrs. Smith’s hungover ramblings could be entertaining at times, you found that the class was a bit too simple for you to actively participate in so you spent the hour doodling in your notebook. Normally it was just whatever was passing through your head at the time but it seems that as of late you have had a one track mind.  Peter Parker has sat in front of your desk in almost every class since you started high school. He was perfect to you, the way he nervously stuttered when he had to speak to the class, the way his eyes light up when he really gets to nerd out, you were in deep. You don’t exactly know when this crush started but it didn’t matter too much anyways because he was interested in Michelle.

Even the thought of it made you sad, you mean of course he would like someone like Michelle. She was smart, pretty, and outgoing, she had everything going for her while you, the quiet girl in the back of the classroom had relatively nothing. She was exactly the kind of girl Peter should be with, so for now you would have to be content with your little day dreams. 

“For the upcoming final presentation, you will be partnered up with someone at random and you will be doing biographies on famous mathematicians, I don’t have the want or means to grade 700 finals.” Mrs. Smith groans from her desk. 

You perk up as she puts a list of names under the overhead projector. Your read down the list until you found yours an looked to the name adjacent and your heart skipped a beat.

“So,” Peter says, turning in his seat to face you. “What’s your schedule like after school?”

You two made plans to meet on Saturday at the library around 3 to hopefully finish your project in one fell swoop, the entire conversation from start to end had your heart racing and your palms sweaty. Today was Saturday and you sat in front of your mirror combing it into a new style for a third time. You let out a huff and just let your hair fall down.

“What’s the big deal, it’s just a study date. It’s nothing to get dressed up for.” You scolded yourself.

You grabbed your book bag and threw on a sweater to hopefully combat the chilly November air before walking out of your apartment and to the library.You arrived pretty early by accident, your nerves making you extra cautious. you take a seat in one of the many tables in the back of the library and pulled out a book, you planned on reading util Peter showed up.The scent of old books lulled you into some sort of trance, you read almost half your book before you realized that it was an hour past when he was supposed to show up. Your face scrunched up with worry as you pull out your phone, he had given you his number just in case you needed to contact him and now seemed like a good time to use it.

Hey Peter it’s Y/n! I don’t know if you forgot but we had a study date set up for an hour ago and I’m still here, if you can’t make it we can reschedule

You text. You pulled open your computer and started to do research, writing down anything and everything you could on the mathematician you were assigned, hoping that your crush was on his way.

Peter was in the middle of a new suit test with Mr. Stark when he felt his phone vibrated. He picked it up off of the workbench and let out a string of almost curses.

“Hey, better not let Cap hear you talking like that!” Tony exclaimed, laughing slightly at all of the alternatives for fuck Peter had just used.

“Oh no, Mr. Stark I gotta go! I had a study date thing today and I was supposed to be there an hour ago.” Peter whined, rushing around the lab trying to gather his things.

“Wait is it a date with that one girl you’re always  talking about? Oh Petey, how cute!” Tony said mockingly.

“Yeah we got paired together for something for school, is there anyway you could drop me off at Queens Library at Ridgewood in the next ten minutes?” Peter asked hopefully.

Tony scoffed, “Who do you think I am? You’ll be there in five.”

True to his word, Peter had made it to the library in 4 minutes and 56 seconds. He ran into the library, his bag flapping open and its contents were trying to spill out onto the floor only to be caught by a clumsy Peter. He raced as fast as he could to the back where you sat without being yelled at by the librarian and threw his stuff down on the table, making you jump in the process. You were staring at your computer and scribbling down some notes, your hair was now up in a quick messy bun and Peter swears he would never see such a beautiful sight again. Peter has had a crush on you since the end of freshman year, you were so soft spoken but everything you did say was impactful and important. You were so beautiful and smart but it sucks you would never notice someone like Peter.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry! I thought today was-”

“Shhh!” The old librarian hissed from her desk. Peter gives her an apologetic wave and sat down in front of you.

“It’s okay, I didn’t think you would stand me up on purpose.” You say with a smile, it made Peter smile as well.

“Yeah, sorry. So what all do we have so far?” Peter asked, pulling out his journal and delving into the project while trying to forget how cute you looked when you were trying to focus.

“Alright,” You said while yawning. “I think we’ve got it! 7 slides and 15 minutes worth of talking points, it should be enough” you say sleepily.

“Yeah, sound good,” Peter says, trying not to nod off. It was now 2 in the morning, the library was open 24 hours and the late night librarian was fast asleep at the front desk, you two were the only people inside.

You both stand up and gather your things and put them in your respective bags, not noticing that you had mistakenly grabbed Peter’s notebook and he had grabbed yours. The one with your doodles, the one with your writings, the one that you would die if Peter ever read. Neither of you had noticed a thing before you walked out of the building and onto the streets.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” Peter asked, it was late and he didn’t want you to get hurt.

“Oh no Peter, you don’t have to do that! I only live a few blocks away, I’ll be fine.” you say, you say your goodbyes and then turn away from him and walk towards home.

Peter followed you home from the rooftops, he knew you said you would be fine but he just wanted to make sure. He watched you pull out some headphones and dance along to your music, chuckling when you slightly trip over your own feet. He watched you walk up your steps and pull out your keys before slipping inside your home. He let out a happy little sigh. He didn’t know the next time you two would hang out or even if you would hang out again but he was glad you got to spend some time together. He stood on the roof of the building across from your awhile more before turning around and racing back to his apartment before Aunt May could freak out anymore than she probably was.

The next day Peter found himself in the lab with Tony again, but this time he was just another pair of eyes for Tony to use.

“Hey Underoos, can you write this down for me?” Tony asked, his head down in the middle of his new project.

Peter quickly pulled out his journal and a pencil and flipped it open, what he found inside made his heart stop. Inside were tiny little pictures of you and a guy, some just little stick figures and some extremely detailed portraits but the thing that really stood out to him most was the cutsey writing all around the paper. Mrs. Y/n Parker, wife of Peter Parker, Peter’s heart practically leaped out of his chest.

“Hey kid, didn’t you hear me- Oh my god.” Tony said coming up behind Peter and checking out the notebook.

“Peter! Your crush has a crush on you!” Tony said giddily. He no longer was mocking Peter, he genuinely thought that this young love was adorable.

Peter’s face was red as a tomato and his mouth kept opening and closing like he was trying to form words but didn’t know how. Finally he lets out a small laugh, like he didn’t believe what he was reading.

Peter fist pumps the air and yells excitedly, “She likes me!”

Monday came around quicker than you wanted and soon you found yourself in the back row in your first period class. You were patiently waiting for class to start when Peter walked in. He walked up to you right away.

“Hey Y/n” He greeted. He seemed nervous and he kept looking around like someone was listening.

“Hey Peter, what’s up?” You asked, his nervousness was making you nervous.

“Uh, so listen,” he started, “we got our notebooks mixed up that night in the library-”

You could hear him after that, your own mortification was too loud to get past. Your face was burning and you silently wished for god to just smite you there.

“Y/n. Y/n, hey? Did you hear me?” Peter asks waving his hand in front of your face, he was blushing too now and you stood up.

“Did you read it?’ you ask quietly.

“Well I mean, yeah. That’s what I just-”

“Peter I’m so sorry, I understand if you don’t want me to talk to you again, it’s just a silly crush-” You cut him off Trying to apologize but he cut you off too, with his lips.

He kissed you sweetly, he didn’t push you to go further it was just a soft kiss to shut your mouth. He pulls away and you smile brightly at him..

“S-so? Uh, Do you want to maybe go on a date with me? Tonight?”

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Soulmate Sex Part Three

Un-Deux-Read More!!

Originally posted by zgallagher

//A/N: Holy damn. It would appear everyone who follows my tumblr is super hot for Peter (I don’t blame you). The original cut for this is wayy more smutty and to the point whereas this version is on the fluffy side. Maybe I’ll publish the other chapter sometime, but for now, have this!!

Warnings:  Suggestive themes, shitty writing, blah blah blah. Idk, also maybe you should rethink reading this if you got problems with masturbation and the soulmate AU in which your partner feels what you feel. Idk like said, ‘maybe.’

I present, the highly anticipated Soulmate Sex Part Three  

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Since you and Peter were friends with a few members of the Homecoming committee, you both were charged with the duty of staying after school and blowing up balloons and other tasks of the sort for function tomorrow. 

“I suggest,” you were saying, “we do it together.”

Peter froze mid action, his arm half in his locker. “We should do…it? Together?” 

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anonymous asked:

Why did the boys pick the library to die in?

They didn’t really premeditatedly pick the library. It just kind of ended up happening there since the library randomly became their epicenter of where most of “NBK’ took place. After the carnage happened there, Eric and Dylan decided to go downstairs and make one last attempt to get the bombs to go off in the cafeteria. Eric was obsessed over the fact that the bombs hadn’t gone off like they’d planned. When they still couldn’t successfully make it happen, they went back upstairs and ended up back in the library. The library is a very short distance from the top of the staircase so it’s easy to understand how they decided to go back there to check on the scene. By then, all their victims had cleared out the library side exit door and all that was left were the dead bodies. So, if they’d somehow expected everyone would still be hostage and hiding there, they were sadly mistaken. It was basically a quiet graveyard now. The library exit door was still open and it’s pretty certain they could see there was activity just outside including cops and rescue milling about. There is evidence to suggest they had a brief encounter with the two of the SWAT just outside the door. It was an exchange of gunfire. I also recall pipe bombs were tossed in confrontation with the SWAT. The boys went to the windows and decided to exchange fire with the cops. By then, they were acutely aware that the walls were closing in on them with the authorities and that they were very low on ammo. This is when they decided to find a far corner of the library to end their lives. So, basically their deciding to end their lives in the library just sort of played out that way as they were now at a substantial disadvantage and they could not risk being surrounded by SWAT and potentially maimed and apprehended.

There is a line by Verlaine that I will not remember again.
There is a street nearby that is off limits to my feet.
There is a mirror that has seen me for the last time.
There is a door I have closed until the end of the world.
Among the books in my library (I’m looking at them now) are some I will never open.
This summer I will be fifty years old.
Death is using me up, relentlessly.

Jorge Luis Borges, “Boundaries”

My Sunshine

Anonymous asked: hi can i request a high school au sceanario with taeyang? he’s the star of the football team and he’s trying to get you (his s/o) to wear his jersey to school on the day of a big game

wow that title is cringey ok so i hope you liked this anon (i did deviate a little slash a lot so yeah here we go oh! and im also really sorry this took so long i had a bit of a case of writers block but ill be getting to request hopefully alot faster now :) anywho on with the story~admin belinda  

Word Count: 3304

Member: Taeyang

Ok, that problem was a bit hard. But now that I’ve done that one the next one should be somewhat easier. Thank God that this kind of mindset got you through three years of high school already.

Powering on your phone to try and temporarily distract yourself from your assignment, you read that it was four in the afternoon. You inhaled deeply. While the rest of the population of your school was probably at home preparing for the home football game today, you were stuck in the school library trying to make sense of your geometry homework. Your mind was trying to make sense of all the formulas and shortcuts you had learned, and when to use them.

And as if to make concentrating on you assignment even easier, you heard the front doors of the school burst open through the wall. Who the hell decided to put the front doors so close to the library, you thought. Based on the noise level, you were positive it was the football team rushing in. 

How convenient.  

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November 5th 1877 saw the opening of the original Mitchell Library, Glasgow, now the largest public reference library in Europe.

When Stephen Mitchell - a wealthy tobacco merchant in Glasgow - died in 1874 he left the bulk of his estate “ to the Town Council to form the nucleus…of a large Public Library in Glasgow… Books on all subjects not immoral shall be freely
admitted … and no book shall be regarded as immoral which simply controverts present opinions on political or religious questions.”

The original Mitchell Library, which opened in 1877, had a temporary location in Ingram Street in the city centre but by the mid 1880s was beginning to outgrow its location. New accommodation became available when the Town Council moved into the new City Chambers and the Library took over premises in Miller Street. However, The Library soon encountered problems with lack of space for both books and readers. The situation became more problematic after the Library received a substantial bequest of rare and valuable items from the late Robert Jeffrey in 1902. In 1904, the Corporation decided to erect a building which would allow for the continued growth of The Library and purchased a site with frontage on North Street. An architectural competition was held and plans by William B. Whitie were chosen. These original plans were much amended before final approval was given.

The new building was opened on 16th October 1911 by the 5th Earl of Rosebery. At that time it provided accommodation for over 400,000 volumes. This building covered two thirds of the site which had been purchased in 1904 at a cost of £14,212. The money to buy the land came from the bequest of Stephen Mitchell. Andrew Carnegie provided half of the building’s construction costs which totalled £52,000.

There was stuttering progress with the development of the remainder of the site which began in March 1939. Work was suspended by Government order in January 1942 owing to the continuing hostilities of the Second World War. Construction resumed in May 1949 and the first phase was formally opened by the 6th Earl of Rosebery on 9th April 1953. More storage space was created in the next decade, but it was an unfortunate fire in nearby premises which really led to an enormous expansion of the library’s capacity.

The loss of the St Andrews Halls by fire in October 1962 created space behind the library to build a huge extension which opened in June 1981. This extension seamlessly incorporated the colonnaded façade of the Halls (left) with the new structure which was clad with matching stone quarried in the North of Scotland. Following an extensive refurbishment completed in 2007 the main entrance to the library and the Mitchell Theatre is now in Granville Street, making better use of this magificent frontage.

The various departments currently have a combined shelf space for over 4 million books, much of which is accommodated in 3 levels of basement stores. The additional public areas include a conference suite, theatre, exhibition space and a large area providing internet access.

The library is a important resource for researchers from throughout Scotland visiting the Glasgow Room and Strathclyde Regional Archives, which are invaluable for students of local history.

Until it stops Chapter 4

Genre: Fantasy, King!Jinyoung, King!Jackson, Princess!AU
Length: 1.6k

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You felt trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.

You walked around the corner with Jaebum and watched him gently knock on the dark wooden doors. 

“My Lord. Your Lady is-“ 

Before he could even finish his sentence, the doors of the King’s study opened. The king was dressed in all black and gave you a nod before walking a few steps out of the room. Then he took a step in your direction, with his arm out. At first you thought it was to you, but then you see he was ushering a maid forward. The male maid was holding a box with two parasols, one white and one blue. 

You could barely hold back a smile when you recognized the maid to be BamBam. You looked up at him with smiling eyes, but he was carefully keeping his gaze on his feet. You sighed as you gave up trying to catch his attention. He seemed nervous enough in the presence of the King. Jinyoung gave you a nod again and started walking next to Jaebum. You subtly walked behind a little bit, slowing your steps until you were walking next to BamBam. 


You whispered with a hand in front of your mouth. The boy flicked his head up to you, looked to the two men at the front, and then back to you. 

“Your Highness.” 

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To Trust Another Person’s Touch

Request: “Can you write a fic where it’s similar to the “Wanna Bet” Credence where he’s confident/a little less soft spoken than usual, idk what I’m requesting here, but the way you made Credence act was amazing and I wanna read more of it.”

Pairing: Credence Barebone x Reader

Word Count:1273

Warnings: None

A/n: here is sweet/more confident/still slightly mentally scarred (aka normal teenager)!Credence. This is how I’d imagine him after he had been living normally for a while.

“Now’s your chance, go ask her!” Tina whispered pressingly, tugging at Credence’s sleeve. He shook his head almost immediately, looking back to see you still engulfed in the book you were reading.

It had been about a year since the chaotic circumstances that led him to be in the company of Tina Goldstein, his now unofficial caretaker. He was enjoying a cup of coffee with her when you happened to walk into the small café, taking a seat by the window and opening a small book to read as you waited to receive your order. You were now a familiar face, as he spent time with you mostly in the main magical public library of New York, where the two of you had met. He yearned to learn more about the world he was now a part of, and because he wouldn’t have the opportunity to study at Ilvermorny, why not indulge in as many textbooks as he could here?

He smiled faintly, remembering back to the first time he met you. He had still been a fearful boy, recoiling as you had said your first hello. Now he had grown so much, into a strong and more confident young man. His hair had grown, Credence leaving it untamed but still on the shorter side, letting Tina cut it whenever needed. Eyes that had been black and glazed over with constant fear had opened up, revealing a much softer shade of brown that was accompanied with the crinkles that would form whenever he easily let out a laugh or carefree smile. He also stood to his full height, no longer cowering into a slouched posture to make himself seem smaller.

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Unconditionally (Part 2)

Genre: smut, angst

Word Count: 2800

Jimin constantly torments you. But you love it.

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

It continued like this for a while. A brief honeymoon phase, if you could even call it that. Hushed trysts in quiet corridors, empty classrooms, and dark closets were all you looked forward to. Jimin’s shell was slowly cracking but it wasn’t enough. The tormenting persisted. It was like Jimin hadn’t fully come to terms with his deep desire for you. Only you. In front of his tough friends, Jungkook and Taehyung, the school, and everyone for that matter, you were still nothing to him. Just a loser to shove in the hallway and whisper snide remarks to. You thought you noticed a new softness in his eyes, but you were never quite sure if it was just the dark hallways or the way his touch made your head spin.

“Fuck, so sweet,” Jimin groaned as he licked a long stripe along your collarbone before leaving a bruising kiss on the tender skin of your shoulder, marking you as his. You were pressed against the door of an old storage closet, surrounded by files and books with only a dingy light bulb hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the room in an eerie iridescent glow that made you wonder whether this was real or not. Your breath left you in slow pants as you brought your hand up to clutch Jimin’s hair, eliciting a moan from his lips. You had learned Jimin’s body inside and out but he never failed to make you shy, nervous, and exhilarated when you were with him. You had tried with all your might to stay away from him, you knew he was trouble, but flashbacks of his lips on yours, his hands pulling your hips to his, the way his piercing gaze saw your deepest, darkest thoughts laid bare for him, only pulled you closer to him.

Jimin slipped his hand into the waistband of your panties, his lips never leaving yours. His fingers found your clit and he began rubbing quick circles into it. You gasped into his mouth and leaned forward into him, craving his touch. He drew his face back, not stopping his ministrations, and gazed into your eyes, the silence speaking volumes. You were coming undone with his every move and he admired your vulnerability, the way you gave yourself fully to him. You couldn’t read his thoughts entirely but you sensed gentleness, a side no one had ever seen before.

“Come.” he uttered lowly. His voice and the thought that he could change for you brought you to your high, leaving you a whimpering mess in his arms. He held you for a short moment, the light bulb swinging lightly over your heads, illuminating your faces with each swing, leaving the other in the shadows.

“Jimin, what now,” you whispered into his chest, clinging to the safety you knew would be gone in an instant. His body tensed at your words, although this steep crash from euphoria usually followed your trysts. He sighed and pushed you away from him, reluctantly separating your warm body from his.

“Y/N, you know this will never go anywhere,” he said after a brief pause, taking in the way you reverently yearned for him. “Honestly, it’s pathetic that you come crawling back to me when you know I’m just using you for your body,” he spoke, his words hitting you like a bus. But you could tell there wasn’t conviction in his words, the way his eyes went blank as if reciting lines rather than his true feelings. As if he was convincing himself not to love you. How many times would you take this? The way he would toy with you you then discard you. You couldn’t let this continue. He had taken everything from you, and what had he given you? A few moments of bliss, passion, excitement, danger, love?

You shook your head, laughing at your stupidity, before turning around and leaving. “I should have known better,” you spat, looking back as Jimin hardened his gaze towards you, lips drawn in a tight line. You flung the door open and ran, tears forming in your eyes, to the only place you felt safe. You didn’t hear footsteps behind you, but what did you expect? Jimin to come running after you to declare his love for you? You had long given up on dreams of that. You opened the tall, welcoming wooden doors of the antiquated library on a forgotten side of campus. There was never a soul here and you strode past the dusty bookshelves before settling yourself at a corner table, the table you always sat at, to collect your thoughts. Heart rate still high, chest still heaving in quick breaths, you lay your head down on the desk, closing your eyes shut to try and forget about Jimin. An impossible feat.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed but it was now dark, moonlight streaming into the lonely library. Your eyes fluttered open, dried tears streaking your face. You must have fallen asleep. You took a deep breath, your face the portrait of calmness and emotional detachment. Jimin seemed so far from you now. You rose to your feet and walked out of the library mechanically, eyes blank, when you heard the loud screech of tires. A black pickup truck erratically circled you in the parking lot, loud hoots and yells invading your eyes.

“Hey baby, what are you doing out so late?” a voice called from the truck, screeching to a halt in front of you. You knew that voice. Taehyung, Jimin’s partner in crime. Your panicked eyes caught the figure in the driver’s seat, bent over to check you out. Jungkook. The other member of Jimin’s cruel posse. Your stomach lurched at the thought of being cornered by them without Jimin. You felt uneasy as Taehyung’s door clicked open and he strode towards you with an intimidating arrogance.

“Don’t come near me,” your voice threatened, coming out in a weak whimper. Taehyung chuckled mischieviously before standing right in front of you, the overwhelming scent of cigarettes and beer filling your senses. His long finger tapped the underside of your chin, bringing your head up to look him in the eyes.

“We’ve got plans for you, Y/N. Jimin has been hogging you too much lately and you seem almost, happier?” he questioned mockingly, quirking his head to the side. “And we don’t want that, do we?”

Before you could understand his intentions he was hauling you over his shoulder and carrying you to the back of the pickup truck, despite your strangled screams and flailing punches. You were thrown into the back of the truck roughly, Taehyung ripping a thick section of material off your skirt, shortening it considerably, before blindfolding you with the cloth, your vision going black immediately. Your senses were heightened as you struggled against his tight hold, clasping your hands behind your back as he brought your back flush to his chest. You could hear his hot breath fanning over your ear and you felt in danger, suddenly yearning for Jimin. Where was he?

“Start the car, Jungkook,” Taehyung called to Jungkook from the back of the truck, the truck jerking forward at full speed, the cold wind whipping your skin.

“Please, please let me go,” you begged to Taehyung, your heart beating faster in panic as you felt his chest shaking in low laughter.

“Not gonna happen, baby,” he whispered into your ear, nipping at your earlobe before leaning back. Shivers ran down your spine at his touch. You had only ever been touched by Jimin. Taehyung’s touch was foreign, dangerous like Jimin’s but held none of the comfort. You tried to shift away from him but he held you there firmly, his hands running down your arms languidly. Your stomach lurched in fear and disgust as Taehyung slid your sleeve off your shoulder and began peppering kisses on your skin. You shuddered at the thought of how far he would go.

“What about here? We’re fucking in the middle of nowhere,” Jungkook said, breaking the thick silence that had settled over the three of you. Thankfully, Taehyung moved his attention away from you to Jungkook.

“Yeah, this is absolutely perfect.” Taehyung replied with a cruel laugh. You heard the door of the truck swing open and a pair of strong arms hauling you out of the truck and throwing you to the ground, a loud crunch of leaves resounding. Jungkook ripped the blindfold off you, his face inches from yours. He cocked his eyebrow, a smirk forming over his face as he bent slightly to remain eye level with you.

“You have no idea where the fuck you are, right Y/N?” He questioned with a glint in his eye. You were scared, in a forest at night, and had no one that would help you. You were utterly alone and the awful feeling was all too familiar.

“Don’t leave me here, please. I’m begging you,” you said almost hysterically as you gripped to Jungkook’s leg, scared at the thought that even he and Taehyung might leave you.

“Have a good night, Y/N,” Jungkook said bluntly, shaking your hold off of him and heading back to the truck. Taehyung winked at you with an evil smile before getting in the truck. You raced after it, before falling to your knees, the headlights fading off in the distance. Your chest rose in quick breaths, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

You wouldn’t let them ruin your life.

You slowly picked yourself up after a brief moment, the silence weighing heavy on your shoulders. Everywhere you looked was more forest, more darkness, a never-ending labyrinth. The thought of Jimin saving you loomed in the back of your mind but you quickly pushed it out of your head. You scoffed at your pitifulness, giving up on trying to find your way out of the dense forest and sliding down to sit against a tree. Leaning your head back, you cursed yourself for giving into Jimin. For all you knew, he probably planned this entire thing. He didn’t give a shit about you and it was time you realized it. You wouldn’t let him hurt you anymore. You wouldn’t let him into your heart.

A loud crunch of leaves made you perk your head up in alarm, suddenly on edge. You were completely defenseless against a bear or serial killer, but whatever it was, you would never be prepared for Jimin.

“Y/N, are you there? Fuck, I’m going to kill those assholes,” Jimin’s familiar gruff voice echoed behind the trees. So he did show up after all, a lot of good that would do.

“Y/N, shit, are you okay?” he said, his voice filled with a concern you had never heard before. His gaze hardened and his eyebrows furrowed together when he saw your disheveled shirt and torn skirt. “What the fuck did they do to you?” he growled, his voice dangerously low.

You lifted your head to meet his gaze, exposing your tired, blank eyes. “Why does it matter? You treat me worse,” you stated point-blank. You were done with his shit. A flash of hurt washed over his eyes, quickly replaced with anger.

“You ungrateful bitch, I found you in this goddamn forest and you have the audacity to criticize me?” he spat, his words cutting like knives.

“All you’ve ever done is brought me pain. Just leave me alone, forever,” you sighed, standing up and walking away, anywhere to get away from his suffocating presence. His hand held your wrist as he yanked you back towards him, pushing you against the tree. You were cornered and afraid you might give up your resolve against him. His lips ghosted inches away from yours as you stood there, bound to him in a world that felt like it was only you and Jimin. Only the moonlight shone on you two, revealing the look of contemplation on Jimin’s face, his eyes locked firmly on your lips. You would make his decision for him.

You shoved yourself past him, freeing your wrists from his tight grip. “Don’t fucking touch me again,” you warned as you strode past him.

“Don’t be like that, Y/N. I’m your only option out of here,” he called from behind you, his voice low and threatening. You stopped, knowing he was right, and turned around, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Take me home, now.” Jimin glared at you before walking into the thick forest, waving a hand over his shoulder for you to follow. You followed him all the way to his car, the walk filled with an uncomfortable silence. You wordlessly got into his car and sat rigidly, wanting this night to be over with so you could finally put Jimin in the past.

As Jimin swung the car door closed his body let off a magnetic aura, making the car feel smaller, the space around you tighter. The smell of leather and cologne reminded you of his fiery touch, the way he gave you butterflies, the way he made your knees weak with his every move.

The car ride was long, Jimin glancing at you every so often, but you steadfastly stared out the window. You didn’t want to let yourself be pulled back in by his addictive gaze. The fact that you could hear his low breathing, see his muscular thighs stretching his tight ripped jeans, one strong hand on the steering wheel, the other gliding through his hair, was enough to make you jump his bones despite all he had done.

When he got to your apartment you paused before getting out. Something was keeping you in that car. A part of you didn’t want to leave Jimin, didn’t want to be alone. You inhaled sharply before turning to him, immediately locked in his deep eyes.

“Jimin, it’s better that we’re apart. I can’t take-“ your words were cut off by Jimin’s lips crashing against yours, his hand bringing your head closer to his. His tongue greedily entered your mouth and he eased you over him so that you were straddling his lap. You melted into his kiss before realizing you would just go down the same path again. You pushed yourself away from him, hands coming down on his chest.

“Don’t do this. Don’t touch me,” you whispered, the tone of your voice betraying your true feelings.

“You know we both don’t want that, Y/N. Just shut up,” Jimin said curtly before gripping your hips and rocking you down on his crotch before attaching his lips to your neck. Your skin was on fire and you could feel his bulge pressing down on your core, driving you crazy.

“Why are you such a fucking asshole to me? Why do you love to torture me?” you said in exasperation as he tore your clothes off and unbuckled his pants. His head rose in shock at your sudden forwardness and suddenly your hand collided with his cheek, a red blush forming over his cheek. It was instinctive and it felt good to get out your anger at him, but the way Jimin’s eyes narrowed to slits made you bite your lip in desire and fear.

“You’re such a fucking bitch,” he growled as he thrust into your tight hole without warning. The intrusion shocked you and your lips parted, your head falling down towards his, your foreheads meeting. He thrust into your relentlessly, your anger fueling your passions.

“You don’t deserve me,” you panted into his ear before tugging on his earlobe with your teeth and grabbing his hair so he would meet your gaze. His eyes were shot with lust and animalistic desire, heightened by your outspokenness.

“Fuck, where’d you get such a smart mouth, Y/N. It isn’t like you to be such a bitch,” he grunted, thrusting into you particularly hard as he brought his hand up to clutch your throat. You whimpered at the feeling of his hand around your neck and you brought your hand up to hold his, bringing it up to your lips and placing a feather light kiss against it. He groaned lowly before reaching his high, spilling his seed into you as you came undone, the bundle of nerves in your core exploding with the way Jimin was looking at you.

In that moment you felt infinitely closer to him, bound to him by an intimate connection that was more than just sex, you knew that deep down. Forgetting him wouldn’t be easy but you would try your hardest. You dropped your head against his chest, which rose heavily with his breathing. All roads seemed to lead to Jimin and you weren’t sure if every move you made to get away from him would only bring you closer together.

Here’s a crazy show theory for you:

The big chandeliers in the library of the citadel are definitely the same design as the sun from the opening credits of the show, with mirrors and lenses for illuminating specific areas of the library. It’s beautiful and incredible and diegetic now, I guess. 

The opening credits show a hollow world, with a map and clockwork cities on the edge and the sun in the middle. I think that whole sequence will become diegetic to some extent. I’m imagining that eventually Sam will meet show!Marwyn and see the lit glass candle. The general consensus among the fandom is that the glass candles are GRRM’s version of palantirs, devices that can be used to see across vast stretches of space, and possibly communicate with other candles. With this in mind, I don’t think the candle in the show will simply be standing on the floor of some room. I think the candle will go along with a specialized map room, similar to what we see in the opening credits, with the maester’s best guess of the geography of the world carved into the circular or spherical walls, and adorned with finely crafted clockwork cities. The candle will be loaded into the Sun chandelier, and once it has been lit, and it’s light focused on a specific location on the map with various lenses, a user will be able to look through the device and gain some kind of vision of that part of the world. 

Imagine Season 7 opening with the normal credits sequence- featuring the various cities where the actions going to take place, and ending as usual with the sun. …Then the camera pans slightly to one side, a door opens in the wall of the hollow world, and Sam walks in. He stares, open mouthed, at the whole spectacle for a moment, until Marwyn grumpily interrupts his reverie and demands to know what he wants. Sam passes of some message, then asks for an explanation of the room, and Marwyn gives us the relevant exposition about glass candles, their uses, the long-standing inability to light them, and his own recent success. Then he pushes Sam back out of the room, and gets back to work.

Believe it.

An illustration of marine siphonophores. Apart from the artistic merits of this plate from Francois Peron’s Voyage de decouvertes aux terres australes…(1807-1816), it is remarkable that Peron collected intact these highly fragile marine siphonophores, which easily break into pieces at the slightest touch. 

See this 45 other exquisite reproductions from 33 rare and beautifully illustrated scientific works in the exhibition, Opulent Oceans: Extraordinary Scientific Illustrations from the Museum’s Library, now open!

Yuánfèn [Luhan]

{{ noun // a relationship brought by fate or destiny; the binding force which eventually links two people together in love }}

Throw away yesterday’s spilled and shaking love confession over the table.

Fluff. Hogwarts!AU. Request. 2,004 words.



Luhan dumps his textbooks next to you and plops himself into the adjacent seat. There’s a group of giggling fourth years clearly hiding behind the bookshelf behind you, but being study buddies with Luhan, despite him being two years older, for the past four years has taught you to simply ignore his fangirl group.

The first time he sat down here, you were startled because why the hell is a third year voluntarily sitting with a first year? Then, you saw the horde of second years parading down the aisle. They paid no attention towards you, so you gave no attention to them also. But then, they parked themselves around your table. At first, you were amused by the way the boy next to you kept turning various shades of scarlet in response to their sickeningly sweet comments, but then, you were plain annoyed.

It’s quite difficult to try and memorize information on Herpo the Foul and Elfric the Eager when there are multiple people whispering sexual innuendos around you.

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