love her with dark lips

She didn’t have to speak to say that she had lost someone she loved.

You could see it in her dark circles, chapped lips, and messy hair.

You could see it in the way she stopped trying to take care of herself, and how she took on bad habits.

When she rolls around in her bed, sleepless, she makes sure to stay on her side of the bed

In case, he ever comes back.

—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #32 // @loveactivist

Okay so I had this total mind tripping moment today!

So the whole Xena: Warrior Princess show is based on “The Xena Scrolls” right? Which are basically all the scrolls that had been discovered the Gabrielle the Battling Bard had written outlining all of their adventures together…

What if, when Xena told Gabrielle in the beginning of A Friend in Need that she wanted to get away and settle down, Gabrielle decided she would make it happen?

When they were “dead” for that 20 year time jump, the girls became legends, they were just ghosts to the people.

Gabrielle would have put together that all she had to do was write a final adventure and have the heroine die. Gabrielle would have to “survive” to at least get the scroll out. But in the scroll her disappearance would also be explained because she was heading to Egypt. They could later have word sent that she got sick on board and died. Then her and Xena were free to live however they wanted!

It goes a little something like this:


“ ‘A life of journeying has brought you to the farthest lands– to the very edges of the Earth.’
‘And to the place where I’ll always remain– your heart. So, where to, now?’
‘I think we should go south– to the land of the Pharaohs. I hear they need a girl with a chakram.’
‘Where you go– I’m at your side.’
‘I knew you’d say that.’

“Xena, the Warrior Princess chuckled as they looked out into the sunset. She kissed the young bard’s forehead, expressing there, all the love she could to the one who saved her soul. The ship rolled over the waves, a single tear glided down Gabrielle’s face as Xena’s spirit faded into the mist. Gone, but never forgotten by the heart that loved her more than life itself.”

Xena finished reading Gabrielle’s latest scroll from over the blonde’s muscular shoulder.

“Gabrielle, could this be a little more depressing?”

The fire they were cuddled near was burning low, casting an eerie light around their campsite.
“Well Xena, it is your death, so how cheery did you really want it to be?” Gabrielle rolled her eyes at her companion, “I mean, it’s supposed to be believable.”

Argo the second knickered from across the camp, “See! Even Argo thinks it’s too much of a downer.”

“Listen, you’re the one who said you wanted to settle down right? Well how can we ever do that if all the people around here either want you dead or want you to help them with something? Trust me, the darker and more shocking the details are, the less people will question it,” the bard declared confidently.

“All I’m saying is that it seems a little harsh. You know how your following is Gabrielle, they read your scrolls obsessively, and they are all way too emotionally involved, if you ask me. Me dying and then you sadly sailing around with an urn, the chakram and an imagined ghost of me is going to break their little hearts. Not to mention that it’s a little creepy.”

“Are you saying that if you died, you would leave me to roam the world alone?” Gabrielle asked pointedly.

“Well, no.”

“Exactly!” the bard exclaimed as Xena rolled over and sighed. “Besides, this is the ending you want, trust me. The only other alternative I had in mind is way worse.”

“How could it possibly be worse?” Xena questioned as Argo snickered in the background and shook her head at her two humans.

Gabrielle laid down next to her partner, gazing into those blue eyes that were almost rendered violet by the light of the fire. “If you ever really did die,” the blonde paused as she brushed her fingers across the warrior’s cheek, “I would never survive it. Don’t you know that by now?.”

Xena’s breath caught as she was reminded again of the love that burned between them. “I know that.”

“So unless you want your story to end with us both plunging into the afterlife together, I think this is our best bet,” Gabrielle stated logically as she brushed her lips across Xena’s cheek.

“And if it comes down to it, and we need to come back, then we will. But Xena, you have fought so hard for your redemption, and we both deserve a break to be happy,” the bard’s heart sped up as it felt the warrior’s hand placed right over it.

“Where you go, I go,” they said in unison, as they started to drift off underneath the stars.

“You still can’t throw the chakram.”

“Xena! You promised!” Gabrielle whined into the darkness.

“No, you’re not ready. I refuse.” Xena said, amused at her companion’s pout.

“Xenaaaaaaa…”

“Okay, okay… how can I resist that face?”

Gabrielle smiled ear to ear and did a little happy dance under their shared furs.

“Hey, stop that! You’re letting all the warm air out!”

“Oh yeah? I’m pretty sure we can think of a way to keep us warm…” Gabrielle slid her hands into her love’s dark hair as their lips met.

Their love lit up the night, always together, two halves of one soul.

So this is my first try at this whole fanfic thing, so take it easy on me

Sober

 I Part One I Part Four I Part Five I

Word Count: 4,808

Genre: Angst. Fluff 

Characters: Kwon Jiyong a.k.a G-Dragon (BigBang), Song Mino (WINNER) 

Synopsis: A complicated love affair takes a toll on Mia and jiyong. They must decide if they can forgive and forget or harbor hatred in their hearts and take revenge. But in the midst of this decision, a horrible accident complicates everything. 

Originally posted by wntersoldierr

Jiyong was staring at her from the corner of his eye. Mia had been cracking her own knuckles, brows knit in deep thought as she chewed on the inside of her cheeks. He knew her well enough to know that she was strategizing something in her mind and thinking about every outcome her choices would cause. It was still something that amazed him, how she could calculate everything and make the ethically right decisions.

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aphrodite and persephone sit together
pressed too close their breath mingling
eyes shining
what is love
persephone asks and aphrodite chokes on her tongue

love to her has always meant sunlight and a dark haired girl with red lips and wild eyes who sits
pressed too close
love is her hands as she dances in the sand by the shore
her feet that kick up the surf when she spins and laughs with pure joy

aphrodite says
love is soft and pink and flutters like the heart of a dove
when love has always meant blood and shark teeth and firelight

persephone nods because aphrodite just described herself and persephone loves her fawnsoft hands and hair like gold and the way her smile starts just at the corners and then spreads
a flower blooming

when persephone is lead in by hades silver tongue and spider traps aphrodite watches and feels her dove heart die a tiny sobbing death

persephone returns yes

but aphrodite says
what is love
and she answers
it is roots and darkness and the taste of pomegranates
because she has a husband now and it won’t do to live in silly childhood fantasy dreaming of kissing the inside your best friends wrist just to know the taste of her skin

aphrodite nods because persephone has a husband now and it won’t do to wonder what your best friend feels like pressed to every inch of your body or what it would feel like to press yourself to every inch of hers

and besides
she worries what she would do if persephone still tasted like pomegranates

—  the worst tragedy is a goddess made of love who’s heart is broken
Ready for Her

Originally posted by softbeom

word count: 621

one shot

*requested*

warning: angst 

author: Admin Jazzi 


bambam’s pov:


I laid next to y/n, my face buried in her neck, taking in her warmth and her sweet scent.

She let me do this from time to time, without asking any questions.  

She was always sweet like that, and that’s what made me like her the most.

She was my best friend since childhood; but that didn’t stop me from falling for her.

I couldn’t tell her that if my life depended on it.

I didn’t think I was even ready for a relationship, especially not with someone as good as y/n.

“Bam?” I heard her call out to me, snapping me out of my thoughts.

She looked at me with confusion, a cute pout  across her face

Her pout always made me smile. She was so beautiful. I loved every inch of her. Thick body, dark brown skin,and full lips, she glows.

A soft smile stretched across my face.

“Were you ignoring me?” she asked me.

I nodded softly, “You were being boring.”

She scoffed turning away from me and crossing her arms, “fine I won’t speak if I’m boring you that much.’’

I laughed as I wrapped my arms around her, “Thanks.”

I could hear her mumbling about how I was full of shit and lucky she was nice.

I was lucky to have her in my life. If I wasn’t so unsure of myself I could tell her just how much she means to me.

I can admit that i’m afraid.

I am afraid that she won’t feel the same way as me, and I’m even more afraid I’ll mess things up and i’ll never be able to see her again.

That was my biggest fear, that she wouldn’t want to be in my life anymore.

I definitely wasn’t a good enough person to just be in a relationship with her. I didn’t trust myself with her.

The way things were now was good enough. I got to hold her, and that’s all I wanted right then.

When she sat up in a hurry, I wanted to tell her to come back.

“Where you off to?”  I asked as I watched her pull on her sneakers. She seemed to be in a rush.

“I forgot I was supposed to have dinner with Brian today?” she answered.

I smacked my lips, rolling my eyes. “This the third time in a row, y’all aren’t tired of each other?” i asked..

She chuckled softly, “I actually think he likes me,” she said, “I think that’s why he keeps asking me to eat with him.”

I sat up quickly, “Do you…are you interested in him…t-too?” I managed to stutter out,

I grabbed her arm before she could stand up and walk away.”

She looked back at me confused.

“I don’t know yet…why?” she looked down at her arm, and the tight grip I had on it.

I let go quickly. “It’s nothing…I just heard this guy was a bit of a player.” I mumbled. I didn’t make eye contact with her at all. I knew she was looking at me, probably confused, I could feel her eyes.

“Where did you hear that?” she asked me.

“Around.’’ I blurted out.   I rubbed the back of my neck, staring at my lap.

“Okay what’s going on Bamie, and make it quick…I’m late.”

Bamie…that sounded so cute coming from her lips.

I looked  up at her, blushing lightly.

“I just…I’m….y/n, I…” I stuttered through my words, making me even more flustered.

She looked at me with a soft expression, and I stared back for a moment.

“Nothing…have a good time.”

She threw me the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen and she left.



a/n: I know it’s pretty short; but I thought ending it there would keep it simple since its just an one shot. I hope y’all enjoy it!

-admin Jazzi🥔

Sleepless Nights Pt. 4 (Newt x Reader)

Chapter 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6

Word count: 1750 Warnings: none. Its mostly just fluff

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For once, you woke up before the red-haired man.

You laid there, nuzzled between his arm and chest, pressed firmly to him with your hand against his steadily beating heart.

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blackestglass  asked:

I also think the "Crashed the wrong wedding and now the best man/maid of honor is on my ass, but hey they’re kinda hot so???" prompt would be HILARIOUS.

This turned into a full, four thousand word thing which I fully blame you for. At some point I’m gonna edit it and toss it up on AO3 but for now have some modern AU. 

Vex’ahlia’s father really, really should have known better than to expressly forbid her to come to his colleague’s wedding. Of course the man hardly knew his eldest children at all, so it wasn’t all that surprising. The irony of the situation was that under normal circumstances she wouldn’t have bothered to show up– she found her father’s colleagues tedious and condescending on the whole.

That didn’t put her above pettiness, though.

(Especially with the added incentive of Garmelie offering her and her brother, well- a lot of money to crash the wedding. Vex didn’t trust the shady guy as far as she could throw him - admittedly, considering his stature, quite far - but hey, another chance to piss off good ol’ dad.)

Pulling up the place looked exactly like the sort of place where one of her father’s colleague’s would get married. Everything from the marble colonnades to the well-tended hedges had an air of exclusivity about it.

“I don’t see dad’s car,” Vax commented from the driver’s seat as he pulled up to the curb. “Maybe he’s not here.”

“There’s no way he’d miss something like this,” Vex said, rolling her eyes. Their father had an uncanny knack for gladhanding with people richer and of better status than him.

“It doesn’t matter if he’s there or not,” Garmelie said from the back seat. Vex, glancing over her shoulder, saw the curly-haired man crossing his arms and looking furtively at the building. “I just need enough of a distraction to get inside.”

Vex traded a look with her brother that spoke volumes. Neither of them trusted Garmelie, even if they kind of liked him in a sort of twisted way.

“Well then,” Vex said, and she arranged her hair and adjusted her dress so that everything was perfect. Even if she was crashing the wedding, no reason to show up looking shabby. “Might as well get on with it.”

She got out of the car, threw a last wink to Garmelie and Vax, and strode inside.

The door to the chapel slammed open with a satisfactory bang, and suddenly hundreds of eyes were on Vex, including those of the bride in her white dress and the groom in his dress uniform. This was expected.

What was not expected was that she did not recognize a single face.

“Oh,” Vex said, suddenly feeling faint. “Balls.”

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isi7140  asked:

Percabeth 29

“I thought you were dead.”

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She has thought him dead before. The first day she ever saw him, watching him crawl up bloodied and shaking over Half Blood Hill and collapsing on the porch of the Big House. Dueling Luke, and falling. And then Mount Saint Helens–she’d kissed him then, for the first time, grabbed him and pressed her lips to his, a kiss for luck if they’d ever needed one, every passing second with her skin against his, her breath against his–every second a prayer. Be safe. Don’t be stupid. Live.

At his funeral, she’d stood there and listened to the distant rushing shore, listened to the crackling fire as it ate up the shimmering green sea silk of his shroud. He was probably the bravest friend I’ve ever had, she’d said, and she’d meant it, meant it fiercely and truly and without any doubt.

I am tired of losing friends, she’d thought just after, watching fire bite at the blackening threads of his shroud and remembering so many old and broken promises. Her throat ached. Her heart ached. Please come back, she’d thought, one last second of a prayer–

And he had.

It had given her such a terrible thing to hold onto, as she held onto him: Percy will always come back.

And he had. After so much–after so much–he always came back, always found his way back to her, bloodied and shaking and crawling, eyes full of love and darkness and laughter, of exhaustion, of pain, of understanding. They had fought through wars together and held up the entire sky together and fell into the Underworld together, and this is–this is not–she looks down into his face now and tries to breathe and this is not

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Drabble No4: “What was that for?”

“What was that for?” A breathless Y/N Y/L/N pulled away from her heated make out session with her boyfriend, Brett Talbot. 

Brett rested his forehead against hers, and smiled. “I don’t know. I just love you.” He expressed. They’ve been dating for about six months, which means they haven’t said the ‘l’ word yet. Well- until now.

“I love you too, idiot.” Her smile brightened the dark room, as he planted his lips upon hers once again.

I love seeing women with bodies like mine be thirsted after and hailed for being sexy and beautiful.

I love seeing her imperfect titties with big areolas get praised.

I love seeing the comments about how people would love to kiss her lumpy midsection.

I love seeing her lovers hands caress the rolls on her back.

I love seeing lips kiss the dark patches on her inner thighs.

I love seeing her flattish, cellulite speckled, regular sized ass get rubbed and nibbled and laid upon.

I love seeing her body adored.

I love seeing all of her touched without hesitation or retraction.

I don’t see it often, but when I do it makes me happy.

When I do it gives me hope.