most of them hardly open their mouths though so it's all good

NurseyWeek Prompt #1 - Silence/Mistake. Um, kind of. Got a bit off track.          ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


Dex tromps into the Haus, slamming the door shut and tossing his bag haphazardly on the floor, kicking it out of the way as he passes. He’s scowling, which, frankly, isn’t that unusual, but his expression has an edge of something that tugs at Derek. Dex doesn’t even spare him a glance as he flops down at the other end of the couch with an exasperated growl, tipping his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. Silence fills the space between them for a moment.

“So, how was your day?” Derek asks.

“Fuck off.”

“Yeah, mine was good, too.”

“Fuck. Off.”

Derek scans the defeated slope of Dex’s body as it’s sprawled over the couch, frowning to himself. Huh. He drops the fake cheer from his voice and puts his notebook down on the end table behind him.

“Dex, hey. What happened?” he asks, voice softer now, quiet even in the relative silence of the Haus mid-day. Dex cracks one amber eye open and gives him a look, squinting semi-suspiciously at him. Derek waits him out, tilting his head and trying to look open for conversation.

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Punk (Chap. 2)

Originally posted by kryzx

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 1805

Warnings: Cursing, low-self esteem, chubby!reader x bucky, idk….

A/N:  I hope you like this chapter, for some reason I enjoy it a lot though it’s not much.  I have a three day weekend coming up so hopefully I can continue working on my fics.  Thanks for your patience and I LOVE the feedback :]


 

Natasha Romanov was many things: ace assassin, hotshot hacker, super spy.  Pleasant in the morning?  No. Not one of her virtues. You might as well have poked a sleeping bear with a pointy stick; their reactions were generally the same.  Though the bear was more likely to let you live, come to think of it.  But desperate times called for desperate measures.

 The red head cradled her mug as she shuffled back towards the bed with eyes half open.  You took that as an invitation, though it probably wouldn’t work on vampires, you’d have to remember that should the time come.  You kicked the door shut and plopped onto the bed where a half-naked Clint was slowly entering the world of consciousness.  You signed “good morning” to him once his confused expression grazed from Natasha and back to you.  He grinned puckishly before speaking aloud, “Is it my birthday?”

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GREY AREA. (M) | 06

“And just like that, your fate was sealed - because Min Yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell, if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so.

And sadly, at the time, you didn’t think that your thoughts would become so literal.

cr.

“I think that friendship is as powerful as true romantic love. And I think that friendship can save you, and heal the parts of you that you didn’t know were broken, and change your life.” - Sarah J Maas

 Pairing: Yoongi/Reader
 Word Count: 11,085
 Genre/Warnings: Soulmate AU, Angst

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ADDITIONAL WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: suicide is sort of insinuated.




You let out a low sigh at the vibration of your phone going off, this seeming to be the millionth time it had sounded and you were beginning to lose your patience.


You had rolled over from your side to where you laid flatly on your back, the never ending vibrations had ripped you from your slumber, something that not even Taehyung was brave enough to do.

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thegaypumpingthroughyourveins  asked:

Newt has a big crush on Graves pass it on

Newton Artemis Fido Scamander most certainly did not have a crush on one Percival Graves, the Director of Magical Security - until he did, that is.

Newt hadn’t had a crush on anyone for years, in fact, until a good three months after the Grindelwald incident. A good three months after they found Graves. Newt had been brought in to consult on a trafficking ring that broke out during the chaos of cleaning up Grindelwald’s mess and MACUSA had instantly asked for his return. He had come back, knowing he’d probably end up meeting the man behind the face that Grindelwald had stolen -

Only to find out he was on sick leave, re-cooperating from the trauma of being held prisoner. What trauma specifically, be it psychological or physically, no one could say. Nor could they say how long he’d be gone.

So imagine Newt’s surprise when he’s knee deep in a raid - spells flying, creatures howling from their cages and panicking, lashing out through the bars and suddenly, he appears. He spots Graves entering the chamber from across the chaos and for a heart stopping second, Newt can’t move. His face is so familiar, and every moment he blinks, he can see Grindelwald’s exasperated expression as he sentenced him to death. But every time he opens his eyes, he see Percival Graves. And while the face is the same, nothing else is.

Grindelwald had moved like a peacock, strutting his power and the richness of Graves’ body like a man flaunting a pricey car. Graves moved like a panther; smooth, steadfast, assured of his capabilities but also cautious enough to know that didn’t ensure a painless fight. His eyes were deep and focused. He scanned the chaos at hand with a sheer, calm calculation that set Newt at ease. 

And when he announced his entrance finally to the group at large, it was not flashy or wasteful. He bound and gagged three criminals before the rest even realized he was attacking them at all. 

He attacked not just for himself, but for his flock. He cast spells that assisted those aurors that were struggling the most first - the outnumbered or exhausted or wounded. And once assured of their safety, then moved onto the rest. He wasn’t flashy. He didn’t try to eliminate everyone on his own, although Newt had a small inkling that he could. Instead, he worked with his aurors. He attacked just as much as he defended, moving slow and precisely. It wasn’t a race, after all. The safety of his team was most important.

And so while it was a sluggish fight, it was predominantly a success, with minimal injuries occurring after the fact.

“Well done,” he said, his voice rough like whiskey and warming Newt’s chest just the same. Newt watched as he clapped a strong hand onto Abernathy’s shoulder and squeezed, encouraging, before turning to the room at large. “Everyone, begin transporting these men to headquarters. We’ve a long night of paperwork ahead of us.”

“Yes!”

“Of course, sir!”

“Right away!”

And then Graves turned to look at him.

Mr. Scamander, yes? I was informed you were assisting with this case. Are you alright?” Graves asked, approaching him all the while, and Newt couldn’t help but feel pinned beneath the wolfish focus of those eyes. He swallowed, about the speak, when Graves’ gaze slid suddenly over Newt’s shoulder. 

He received no more notice than that. Suddenly, Graves was in front of him, shoving him aside. Newt stumbled into a nearby table, off balance, then whirled to take in what had set Graves off. 

A nundu stood where Newt had once stood, blood on it’s claws. Were it not for the cruel muzzle the criminals had placed upon the creature’s snout, Graves would probably have been struck dead by the creature’s poisons. Newt, too. 

Graves had managed to back away somewhat, but Newt could see where the nundu had struck him - sleeve torn and muddled red at the forearm. Graves had both his hands out, both making him seem large while also giving the nundu sight of both his hands and what they were doing. 

Newt rose to his feet quickly, mouth open to direct Graves, when the man then turned his open palms to him and shook his head - shushing him with his eyes. It was then he realized the man must have already warned back his aurors, too, because they were frozen in a semi-ring around him, wands drawn but frozen as they watched.

The nundu was growling, it’s huge throat swollen in angry and its thorny mane bristling. Newt felt his heart constrict, torn between directing Graves regardless of the man’s request for silence and telling him not to harm the nundu.

But neither predator attacked, nor seemed to attend to - both just staring each other down. It was then, Newt realized, that Graves was gently easing a wandless spell through the air between them. It sunk into the creature gradually, easing it into a calm stupor incrementally instead of all at once lest the spell panic the beast. Newt watched, wide-eyed, as the director calmly eased the creature to the ground - falling into a kneel in time with the moment that the creature laid down, keeping eye contact until it was finally fully slack, eyes closed, restful and at peace. 

“Sir, that was amazing,” one of the aurors whispered, awed. 

“Yes it was,” Newt whispered.

Graves leaned forward, hands searching out the crevices of the muzzle, frowning as though displeased as Newt approached. The man looked up at him once before leaning back on his haunches and turning his attention back to the beast.

“My apologies, Mr. Scamander. I am well aware of your expertise, but I did not think warning you would give you enough time to react - I hope I did not hurt you.”

“N-no, I’m quite alright. You… Thank you for not harming him. Another man might have killed him without another thought if they were staring down a nundu.”

“It’s not the creature’s fault he’s here. A spell must have shattered the door to his cage. Spooked him. We got too close and he was acting on instinct. He didn’t advance any further after the initial swipe - he didn’t want to hurt anyone,” Graves said, eyes on the creature as he spoke. “Can hardly fault him for trying to protect himself. Far from home, surrounded by hostile people and then exposed to the fight that just happened. And then he was muzzled. I don’t strike a man if I have a knife and he doesn’t. Goes the same for creatures. Just doesn’t seem right.”

Newt blinked, stock-still in the face of the last words he had expected to hear.

“I wish we could loosen this,” Graves said, fingers trailing over the places where the muzzle bit cruelly into the creature’s jaws, “But until he’s somewhere more managable, I don’t think that’s an option - for all of our sake’s, his included. I apologize though, Mr. Scamander. I know you’re likely not comfortable with that.”

Newt jerked, shook himself of his daze and said, “N-No, not at all. You’re right, it’s best for all of us, the nundu included, until I can get him somewhere safe.”

And when Graves rose to his feet, they were suddenly so close. Newt felt his breath hitch. He watched as Graves ran a hand over his wound, sewing the ragged mess shut, before looking ever so slightly up to look at Newt.

“Are you sure you’re alright, Mr. Scamander?” Graves asked. “You look a little shell shocked.”

Newt nodded quickly, too quickly to be smooth.

“Good. We should start noting and moving these creatures somewhere safe, then. I’d be happy to lend you a hand, if you need the assistance,” Graves said, clapping Newt on the back as he had done the aurors. “The faster we get them somewhere more like home, the better - right?”

And when Graves smiled at him, Newt felt his breath catch in his lungs. Oh no, he thought. He’s perfect.

Crazy In Love

Originally posted by jeonbase

This is the full version of my mini fic, lil favor!

5.2k words. College!au. Min Yoongi. ft Park Jimin. Fluff.

Maybe making a deal with Yoongi to fake date for a month and do whatever he tells you to in exchange─ isn’t your brightest idea.


“Just so you know, I don’t like you.” You defiantly state.

The corner of Yoongi’s lips lifts up into a half smirk, gaze slanting your way, teasingly questioning your declaration. He tugs your intertwined hands to his side, yanking you closer to him as well until there’s hardly any space between the two of you.

“Likewise.” He says ever so calmly, it pisses you off.

You’re about to open your mouth to let a snarky remark put his smug ass in place but he beats you to it.

“You ready?”

The question brings you back to the situation at hand. Let’s see, you’ve made a deal with the devil, namely Min Yoongi who’s always been a tough competition in everything, you get the highest score in a test and he gets the highest score in your best class. Technically, asking your long term rival to pretend to be your fake boyfriend to ─how do you put it─ one up your ex, Jimin, whose presence is always graced by a group of female students after the rumor of the breakup made its way through campus, isn’t the best idea. But if it’s anyone that won’t judge you for your insecurities when you see those gorgeous girls Jimin is always seen talking to, or rather flirting with, then it would be Yoongi.

“Absolutely not.” You breathe out, eyes widening as if everything’s finally crashing down on you and hitting your square in the face with a stone brick.

“Good.” He smiles playfully, almost making you forget your purpose.

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apprenticedmagician  asked:

Andreil with an In The Moment Kiss from that kiss prompt post! Just like their first one ^w^ <3

Neil genuinely does enjoy spending time with Matt. 

After a little cajoling on Matt’s part, he finally ended up convincing Neil that they were, in fact, best friends, and as a testament to that friendship they often have movie nights (“you’ve missed so many, Neil!”) in which Neil actually watches the movies, stupid as they were.

However, when Andrew is around, the movie is the last thing on Neil’s mind.

Neil had been feeling a bit off for a few days, for reasons he couldn’t pinpoint which seemed to make it all that much worse. Andrew’s steady presence helped, but it wasn’t a cure. Neil could tell that both of them were on edge from waiting for the other shoe to drop, but it was still up in the air and out of sight with no signs of coming down any time soon. So, when he told Andrew “Matt wants me to come over for movie night,” Andrew silently stood from his desk and followed Neil out the door and down the hall. 

Matt looked surprised to see Andrew there when he opened the door to his dorm but didn’t comment on it, just offering them up the couch and sinking into the armchair after hitting the ‘play’ button on the remote. Neil sat with his legs splayed perpendicularly over Andrew’s lap, leaning into his side and letting Andrew prop him up. If it were any of the other foxes, Neil wouldn’t have felt comfortable being so close to Andrew, but it was just Matt, who was smart enough not to tease either of them as the opening credits rolled.

For the first half of the movie, Neil paid close enough attention to remember the plot and the main character’s name. He keeps up conversation with Matt over the dramatic explosions, and is content to lean against Andrew and take comfort in the reassuring hand on his thigh. Andrew, for all Neil can tell, is bored out of his mind, but isn’t bored enough to leave Neil alone with Matt.

As a slower scene comes on Neil feels Andrew’s attention shift, and glances at him to find Andrew unabashedly staring at him, still bored but more attentive than before. Silently, as to not alert Matt, Neil rolls his eyes and nods to the screen, a nonverbal apology for subjecting him to the movie, even though Andrew chose to come along and has chosen to stay up until this point.

Neil thinks that Andrew will probably just ignore him, but instead, his eyebrow quirks ever so slightly and his hand on Neil’s thigh tightens, just enough so that its placement feels more purposeful than coincidental.

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among peasantry and princes

part ii

summary - virgil, his brothers patton and logan, and their mother octavia live a quaint life of peasantry in a small village far away from the rest of civilization. their lives are hardly out of the ordinary — that is, until a prestigious prince with an ego so large it outmatches even his castle takes an interest in virgil, which can surely only end in disaster. 

pairing - eventual prinxiety

word count - 1,258

warnings - n/a

tags - au, prince!roman, peasant!virgil 

a/n - ahh okay welcome to my first sanders sides au!! i literally came up with this today and wrote a prologue out of my excitement so there’s still a lot of plotting to be done lol. anyway, this is supposed to be set around the 1800′s, but obviously im not an expert in that particular era, so please excuse any inaccuracies with grammar/vocabulary! anyway ahh i hope you enjoy and please feel free to leave feedback! 

tagging - @ace-anxiety-sanders @pointless-blog-name @lampisimportant @pippa-frost @jinxed-unicorn @starrykid@pattykrabbies @alright-cupid 


It’s late into the winter when Octavia Sanders receives the letter — embedded with jewels and branded with Prince Roman’s notorious wax seal. Breathless and delighted all the same, she sprints into the common room, tail of her skirt bunched messily in a hand. “Boys, boys!” She exclaims tightly, drawing Virgil’s attention from his charcoal sketches that always left his hands stained in darkness, “You simply must hear what was given to us by the Prince’s page!” Octavia crosses the room in great strides, pulling her youngest’s—Logan’s—nose from his book and the broom from Patton—her eldest—in one movement. “Perhaps it would be worth your while to listen to a mother’s tale once in awhile—luck may be on your side, this time.” Though her tone is stern with authority, it’s hardly free of a lilt of excitement — considering the news weighing her tongue.

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“So someone in a group asked me to tell them why I hate the ocean sunfish so much, and apparently it was ~too mean~ and was deleted. To perpetuate the truth and stand up for ethical journalism, I’m posting it here. [Rated NC-17 for language.] Disclaimer, I care about marine life more than I care about anything else, for real. Except this big dumb idiot. And it’s not like an ~ironic~ thing, I mean it IS hilarious to me and they ARE THE BIGGEST JOKE PLAYED ON EARTH but I seriously fucking hate them. THE MOLA MOLA FISH (OR OCEAN SUNFISH) They are the world’s largest boney fish, weighing up to 5,000 pounds. And since they have very little girth, that just makes them these absolutely giant fucking dinner plates that God must have accidentally dropped while washing dishes one day and shrugged his shoulders at because no one could have imagined this would happen. AND WITH NO PURPOSE. EVERY POUND OF THAT IS A WASTED POUND AND EVERY FOOT OF IT (10 FT BY 14 FT) IS WASTED SPACE. They are so completely useless that scientists even debate about how they move. They have little control other than some minor wiggling. Some say they must just push water out of their mouths for direction (?????). They COULD use their back fin EXCEPT GUESS WHAT IT DOESNT FUCKING GROW. It just continually folds in on itself, so the freaking cells are being made, this piece of floating garbage just doesn’t put them where they need to fucking go. So they don’t have swim bladders. You know, the one thing that every fish has to make sure it doesn’t just sink to the bottom of the ocean when they stop moving and can stay the right side up. This creature. That can barely move to begin with. Can never stop its continuous tour of idiocy across the ocean or it’ll fucking sink. EXCEPT. EXCEPT. When they get stuck on top of the water! Which happens frequently! Because without the whole swim bladder thing, if the ocean pushes over THE THINNEST BUT LARGEST MOST TOPPLE-ABLE FISH ON THE PLANET, shit outta luck! There is no creature on this earth that needs a swim bladder more than this spit in the face of nature, AND YET. Some scientists have speculated that when they do that, they are absorbing energy from the sun because no one fucking knows how they manage to get any real energy to begin with. So they need the sun I guess. But good news, when they end up stuck like that, it gives birds a chance to land on their goddamn island of a body and eat the bugs and parasites out of its skin because it’s basically a slowly migrating cesspool. Pros and cons. "If they are so huge, they must at least be decent predators.” No. No. The most dangerous thing about them is, as you may have guessed, their stupidity. They have caused the death of one person before. Because it jumped onto a boat. On a human. And in 2005 it decided to relive its mighty glory days and do it again, this time landing on a four-year-old boy. Luckily Byron sustained no injuries. Way to go, fish. Great job. They mostly only eat jellyfish because of course they do, they could only eat something that has no brain and a possibility of drifting into their mouths I guess. Everything they do eat has almost zero nutritional value and because it’s so stupidly fucking big, it has to eat a ton of the almost no nutritional value stuff to stay alive. Dumb. See that ridiculous open mouth? (This is actually why this is my favorite picture of one, and I have had it saved to my phone for three years) “Oh no! What could have happened! How could this be!” Do not let that expression fool you, they just don’t have the goddamn ability to close their mouths because their teeth are fused together, and ya know what, it is good it floats around with such a clueless expression on its face, because it is in fact clueless as all fuck. They do SOMETIMES get eaten though. BUT HARDLY. No animal truly uses them as a food source, but instead (which has lead us to said photo) will usually just maim the fuck out of them for kicks. Seals have been seen playing with their fins like frisbees. Probably the most useful thing to ever come from them. “Wow, you raise some good points here, this fish truly is proof that God has abandoned us.” Yes, thank you. “But if they’re so bad at literally everything, why haven’t they gone extinct.” Great question. BECAUSE THIS THING IS SO WORTHLESS IT DOESNT REALIZE IT SHOULD NOT EXIST. IT IS SO UNAWARE OF LITERALLY FUCKING EVERYTHING THAT IT DOESNT REALIZE THAT IT’S DOING MAYBE THE WORST FUCKING JOB OF BEING A FISH, OR DEBATABLY THE WORST JOB OF BEING A CLUSTER OF CELLS THAN ANY OTHER CLUSTER OF CELLS. SO WHAT DOES IT DO? IT LAYS THE MOST EGGS OUT OF EVERYTHING. Besides some bugs, there are some ants and stuff that’ll lay more. IT WILL LAY 300 MILLION EGGS AT ONE TIME. 300,000,000. IT SURVIVES BECAUSE IT WOULD BE STATISTICALLY IMPROBABLE, DARE I SAY IMPOSSIBLE, THAT THERE WOULDNT BE AT LEAST ONE OF THOSE 300,000,000 (that is EACH time they lay eggs) LEFT SURVIVING AT THE END OF THE DAY. And this concludes why I hate the fuck out of this complete failure of evolution, the Ocean Sunfish. If I ever see one, I will throw rocks at it.“ -Scout Burns

the little things in life - part 1

summary: One of Roman’s adventures takes an interesting turn, resulting in Logan coming back looking much different than before.

characters: logan, patton, virgil, roman

pairings: none

warnings: age regression; some intrusive thoughts; thoughts of injury (very brief); thoughts of choking on food (very brief); mention of death (very brief)

word count: 1,968

a/n: a cute piece inspired by @mewsicalmiss‘s adorable hcs and @pirate-patton‘s own fic based off of them. this got a little long so I decided to break it up into a few chapters. hope you guys enjoy!

tag list: @tinysidestrashcaptain @logan-logic @holdnarrytight @the-sanders-snides @darude-sanderstorm @mewsicalmiss @thegoldenmink @cefmua56 @madd-catter @amazable01@camillenicole @dudlebuggs @evilmuffin


“He’s so small! Ah, I just wanna scoop him right up!”

“I hate to admit it, but he’s just downright adorable! And he hardly talks as much as he used to. I shall chalk this up as an improvement!”

Virgil opened his mouth to protest; he closed it in favor of screwing his face into an expression that was near impossible to describe, but perfectly conveyed his character.

“What?” he finally burst out. “No! We can’t keep him like this. Do you think Thomas is gonna have any idea how to do anything?”

Roman groaned, shoulders sliding into a dejected position. “Fine. I suppose you do have a point. The only thing is…how do we fix…this?”

He gestured to their current problem, which sat on the couch.

This problem happened to be a very displeased Logan, who was now reduced to the state of about a two-year-old, courtesy of a glittering crystal lake he had fallen into after being dragged along on one of Roman’s adventures.

He was small, he was clumsy, he was—

Well, to be quite honest, he was the most adorable thing any of them had ever seen.

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Where Your Ghost Lives;

Summary: Y/N and Matt break up after their relationship deteriorates after months of missed dates, missed anniversaries, and missed romance. That is, until Y/N is used as bait for the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.

A/N: Sorry I haven’t been very active! I just left for my freshman year of college and moved into my dorm, so things have been pretty hectic. 

“Fuckin’ Matt goddamn Murdock-” Y/N cussed to herself as she tripped over another cardboard box, belonging to her now ex-boyfriend. Whenever Matt had refused to pack up the stuff he left at her apartment, she did it for him. His new protest consists of him refusing to pick any of it up, which frequently leads to Y/N tripping over these boxes, or stubbing her toes on them, both of which only build her already growing resentment toward him. 

It had been two weeks since the big fight that lead to Y/N kicking Matt out of her apartment/life, and two weeks since Matt had fell into a state of utter denial.

“Just because we had a fight, does not mean this is over, Y/N,” He said in reply to one of the various voicemails she had left, where she (not so politely) requested he removed his stuff from her apartment. Matt always seemed so calm, which only irritated her more. Especially when he added, “We can talk about this again, later, when you’re not so angry.” 

It had been two weeks since the big fight, and Y/N’s resentment was only growing more and more with every toe-stub and tripping incident. They hadn’t talked since Y/N notified him that she packed his boxes for him (”All you have to do is pick them up, I’ve made this SO easy for you!”) Even now, in the advent of their breakup, Matt was still spotty about answering her calls; it only cemented to Y/N that she did the right thing in dropping him. 

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Jackson Wang

REQUEST: Hi can you do some GOT7 smut idc which member you choose. Can it be where y/n isn’t the shy type and they ask a random sexual question and she reveals some kink she has without hesitation|**

Type: Smut

Word Count: 2749

*I do not own this gif, credit to its owner*


“Okay, Okay.” Jinyoung laughed pouring more wine into BamBam’s glass. It was Wine Wednesday and of course you were here in the boys apartment, two bottles of wine deep and playing never have I ever.

“Never have I ever…. had sex with a dude.” Jinyoung finished looking at you with raised eyebrows.

“You are so lame, you couldn’t have thought of anything better?” You said taking a sip from your glass to indicate that you have.

“Don’t be so mean!” He said before pointing to your best friend to indicate it was her turn.

“Well, I guess since were picking on y/n and on the topic,” You looked at her with an amused smile, this was going to be good. “Never have I ever been tied up during sex.”

All eyes looked to your as you downed remaining  half of your glass. It was no secret to those who asked that you were kinky in more ways than one, and you really didn’t care who knew. You weren’t going to apologize for it. After wiping your mouth and holding out your hand to Jinyoung to refill your glass you noticed everyone was now looking at you with an array of expressions. Your best friend looked at you smugly, knowing exactly what it was she did. Jaebum, Jinyoung, Youngjae and Yugyeom were all looking at you in compete shock while BamBam, Mark, and Jackson were all looking at you curiously.

“What do you mean you’ve been tied up during sex?” BamBam finally asked.

“Um, like I’ve have my arms tied behind me, I’ve been tied to the headboard before… just basic stuff, nothing too exciting.” You said wiggling your glass in front of Jinyoung again.

“Wait, is that why you had that bruise on your thigh the other day?” Youngjae asked. You’re best friend snorted, knowing perfectly well that wasn’t it.

“No, that was from something else.” You said taking another sip.

“What?”

“I don’t mind a good caning every once in a while.” You shrugged as your friend started to laugh.

“Y/n is actually the kinkiest person you’ll ever meet.” She said holding her glass out to you.

“Really?” Jackson said looking from beside you with more than just amusement in his eyes now.

“Yup, love it.” You said shrugging.

“Whats your favorite?” Yugyeom asked. You could tell it just slipped out since his hand went to cover his mouth in a discreet way. You laughed and repositioned yourself, your friend now so excited she could hardly sit down. She lived through your stories and loved hearing about them.

“Well Choking is the one I ask for the most. A close second though is a daddy kink.” You said making the boys around you eyes widen.

“Never have I ever called anyone Daddy during sex.” Mark said making every one laugh and you take another drink.

The night went on and everyone continued to drink. Mark and Yugyeom called it a night first, light weights, and shortly after that one by one the rest of the boys trickled away. Your best friend was already passed out on the couch so as Jaebum left you with yourself and Jackson you figured you might as well get settled.

“So, Im still curious.” Jackson said catching your attention and waving you over to the patio that still sat open. You walked over to him and followed him out, sitting yourself on one of the plastic chairs.

“About?” You finally said.

“This whole kink thing.” You nodded to tell him to continue. “Ive kind of been wanting to try a few out.” He finished making you nod.

“Well, what are you interested in?”

“Well I thought at first it would just be little stuff like marking and stuff.. but when you said choking and especially when you said your daddy kink…”

“Theres only one way to find out if you like those things, and if you think that you’re going to be into a daddy kink then you shouldn’t be acting like a nervous little boy.” You said in a very matter of fact tone, completely amused with the way he was so nervous.

“I know, thats why Id want to try it with someone I trust you know? I don’t know.” He said licking his bottom lip.

You didnt know why but in that moment you saw him in a new light. You cocked your head and looked at him, and then you said something that shocked even you.

“Well Im your friend.”

His head snapped over to look at you and you silently kicked yourself for saying it. There was just something about how nervous he was that turned you on. You wanted to see if he had that monster inside of him, but before you could tell him anything else his entire demeanor changed. His nervous lip licking turned into a cocky grin and his unsure eyes turned dark as he looked into you.

“Are you suggesting what I think you are?” He said sitting back and crossing his arms over his chest. You thought for a second before nodding, already knowing you were falling into your submissive ways.

“Yes, daddy.” You said, trying to fight the smile that tugged at your lips.

“Oh yea, Im going to like this.” He said standing up quickly and grabbing your arm to pull you behind him.

He shut his door a little too hard and instantly your lips were connected. You never realized how badly you needed to kiss Jackson. How perfect his lips felt as he pressed his body as tightly against yours as he could get. Your hands became fists as they pulled the material of his shirt towards your body until you realized you much rather be touching the perfect skin you had so often stared at. Grabbing at the bottom you started to pull it up, smiling as he let you take it off of his body.

“Someones eager.” He said with a smirk that made the pooling in your shorts even more prominent. You smiled back before biting your lip and taking off your own shirt, to which he rocked back to get a better view.

“I knew you never wore bras under your sweatshirts.” He said walking into you so you could wrap your arms around his neck.

You let him walk you back till you knees it the bed causing you to sit, breaking the kiss. He watched you as you scooted back and rested on your elbows, waiting for him to make the next move. His hands started to trace up your bare leg till it met the hem of your shorts. The feeling of his hand made goosebumps appear across your thighs and your nipples to stand at attention, something his obviously noticed. With fingers hooking under the band on your shorts he began to pull them off, your head fell back in anticipation, only to rise again when you heard his light chuckle.

“No panties either.” He tisked.

You bit your lip waiting for him to make the next move. The sight of you doing that as you laid naked in front of him made his member twitch as he couldn’t wait any longer. Strong arms moving on either side of you he crawled till his face was once again pressing to yours. He kissed you quickly and without asking his tongue was slipping into yours. He let his chest press against yours and the sudden pressure made you groan and wrap your arms around his back. You let your fingers trail up and down a short patch of skin, something that you often did for him when movies were being watched, but this time every time your hands trailed back down they went lower and lower. As soon as your fingertips met his belt you quickly started to undo the button and zipper, your need for him growing. He chuckled again into the kiss, his lips soon leaving yours.

“Would you like me to touch you?” He whispered against your ear as his lips pressed firmly to your neck and his fingers now lightly made their way to your core.

“Yes… daddy.” You said remembering why this was happening in the first place.

He nipped at the skin of your neck causing a soft moan to come from your lips and distracting you slightly from his hand that had left your skin. Without warning his fingers were entering you causing a sharp gasp to leave your lips as your back arched. He chuckled at your response as he slowly drew his fingers back out. The sound of your disappointed moan made him push his fingers back into you causing another gasp.

“I dont do teasing.” You stated, rolling your hips against his fingers. He pushed on your hips so they were trapped against the bed and you groaned as he slowly removed his fingers again.

“I do.” Was all he said. He looked at you intently making you bite your lip. This was exactly what you wanted from him.

“Yes sir.” You said trying to relax your body as his fingers began to tease you again.

Trying to fight the urge to roll your hips against him was enough to make the feeling of his fingers slowly curling upwards more intense then it should have been. You tried focusing on his mouth that was now kissing down your neck, but that was driving you crazy too. Another moan left your lips as he kissed passed your collar bone to lightly nip at one of your nipples. Yo didn’t know how he was doing it, or what he was doing that made every nerve in your body stand on edge. Out of pleasure your hands found their way into his hair. He groaned as you tugged slightly but the moment he felt you trying to direct him closer to your core all feeling of him disappeared.

“No, no baby girl. Be good.” He said making you whimper.

You were happy to see him stand and remove his pants, the sight of his member springing from the band of his underwear making you squirm. Another wicked grin met his lips at your reaction and he was once again crawling over you, the feeling of his skin touching yours setting you on fire. His lips met yours hungrily and his hands once again roamed over you. Quickly his fingers started to play with your clit. You tried to be smug, focus on the fact that he was the one exploring his kinks but the feeling of his fingers on you and this new sensation running though your body you had never experienced before left you trying to quiet your moans.

“Does that feel good?” He said deeply as his lips move to your neck. You couldn’t respond, all your attention was focused on the clenching feeling that was running through your body. You tried to speak, but only desperate moans came out.

“I asked you a question.” He whispered putting his hand on your throat.

Instantly your body began to turn full static, your nerves screaming at every end. The feeling of the pressure against your throat making you feel so small, which was your favorite way to feel.

“Y/n?” Jackson said removing both of his hands again. You grunted annoyed as the orgasm you were so close to started to fade. You looked at him and propped yourself up on your elbows.

“I don’t think I like that.” He said nervously rubbing his neck. You smiled and nodded.

“Thats okay. How about you let me take care of you?” You said and his worried look turned excited as you repositioned yourself to crawl over him. “Daddy.” You said now against his neck as you kissed down it.

“Now that? That I like.” He said running his hands down your side and ending with a loud smack to your rear end

Straddling him you teased the tip of his member, loving the way it stood at attention. He groaned, the vibration of his voice against your lips once again making all of your nerves explode. His hands wrapped around your waist and pulled, bringing you down so he could fully submerge himself in you. The feeling of him stretching against your now over sensitive walls already had your legs tingling. The feeling of his arms tightly around you made you feel so small again.

You started to roll your hips, pumping slowly as you tried to regain your breath. Once you had control of yourself you arched your back so you could prop yourself up, hands on either side of Jacksons head. Your pace and his breath quickened, the sensation of you riding him taking over. He groaned as his fingers moving to grip tightly to your sides. You felt him reposition himself under you, bringing his knees up just enough so the fast pace trusting that now was erupting through your body was easier for him to accomplish.

“Ja.. Jackson!” You said as your head fell into his shoulder. He spanked you once before tightening his grip on you.

“Wrong.” He growled, the sound of his dominate voice made you whimper.

“Daddy please.” You moaned as his pace quickened once again.

You tried containing your moans but with the angle he was ponding you at made your breath hitch over and over again as you tried to moan out a simple ‘daddy please.’ When you finally got it out he chuckled before sitting up to make you lay on your back. Instantly he reached deeper hitting your most sensitive spot. You called out  making him laugh before thrusting into you deeper than before. You clawed at his back as he started to pick up pace again. The feeling of his new reach setting every nerve in your core on fire and the static start of your orgasm to be felt deep in your legs.

“Ah, daddy please!” You said a little too loud. His arm placed itself over your neck again and you looked at him with shocked eyes, the stactic intensifying.

“Be quiet baby girl.” He growled, pumping faster.

You bit your lip to try and stifle the sound that was trying to escape from your throat. Your fingers dug into his back, trying to control the orgasm that was seconds away from exploding.

“Im going to cum, daddy please!” You whispered, the restraint on your neck making it easy for you to keep your voice down.

“Cum for me baby girl.”

Seconds after saying that you head tilted back, pressing your neck further into his arm. You held tightly to his neck as your body started to shake, you tried to hold on to it a little longer, loving the feeling of your body being sent into euphoria.

“I said cum for me.” He said, his own pumps becoming staggered. He hit your G-spot one last time before your entire body let go, causing you to hold tighter to the back of his neck as you tried to grasp at anything you could.

“What a good girl.” He said and the feeling of him riding you through your orgasm ended as he pulled himself out and came all over your bare stomach.

He groaned deeply as he released himself. You couldn’t help but smile, your head rolling to the side as he tucked his head into the crook of your neck. Your fingers softened and sorted started to play with his hair as the two of you caught your breath. The feeling of his lips kissing your neck made you chuckle.

“Thank you daddy.” You said softly, chuckling again as he groaned loudly.

After cleaning you up and himself up he jumped back on his bed in a new pair of sweat pants after tossing you a shirt. You began to stand, your legs still slightly weak. You were half way to the door to take your place on the couch when Jackson called your name.

“You can stay in here if you want.” He said propping himself up on his elbows.

“You might fall involve with me if I do.” You said placing your hand on the door. You watched as he stood up and made his way over to you, shutting the door that you had started to open.

“Daddy wants you to stay.” He whispered making you smirk.

Tulips | Alfie Solomons [part 3]

Summary: [part 3] You’re a Shelby, born between Ada and Finn. You’re not into the family business and spend most of your time as a nurse at a local hospital. Your brothers respect your distance as you try not to get caught in Peaky Blinders business. The Peaky Blinders and Alfie Solomas have been in an alliance for years. Thomas and the rest do something that might make them lose the alliance. To reassure Alfie that they’re honorable, Alfie suggest an aliance by marriage.

16+ only

Days of you moping around and sobbing passed before you stepped foot out of your’s and Alfred’s shared room. He didn’t dare step foot in there once, not after he tried to sleep in there on your wedding night and you woke up screaming at the top of your lungs and crying out to him that you hated him and wanted to go home.

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ultra kind of love || cody christian

description: in which he asks you to spend the rest of your life with him

requested by: @sammwhiches

warnings: none

notes: maybe i’ll make a continuation to this? i’m not sure

“Do you think she noticed anything?” 

To anyone, this might seem like an entirely valid question. But to Dylan, it was the sole reason for the annoyance that now riddled his features. The younger man turned to his friend, stopping him short as he placed his hands on his shoulders, looking him straight in the eyes. 

“Dude, your nervous is showing.”

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♥♥♥Hey guys! After some questions about faces I decided to make a little tutorial for everyone ♥♥♥

♥This is a step by step guide on what to -check- in your pictures to be certain your angles and anatomy are correct. It is suggested to go through every step as a checklist for your art to make sure everything is well. Sometimes going through more than once can also serve you well!♥ Granted, this example is one of billions of faces that people have so all faces won’t need to look like this to be accurate. However, a lot faces do follow some of these guidelines, even when some features aren’t apparent or obvious.

♥This is a —-long tutorial— so I’ll put most of it under the cut so not to spam. !!!Please do not remove the description!!!, for it is vital to the understanding of the markings I’ve made on the faces and in guiding artists through the step-by-step check of making sure their faces are even and accurate. This is not all the steps necessary for good facial structure and I am still a learning artist. It is suggested to continue your research on faces in the future LOL♥
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swashbucklery  asked:

Ahhh that prompt meme looks amazing. #6, Supercorp.

#6, Supercorp

“Congratulations! One of your dreams has finally come true. Let me give you a big hug and wow, you’re warm…“


Lena Luthor is wearing overalls.

She’s looking at Kara with wide, bright eyes, gesticulating emphatically with both hands, and God, she’s wearing overalls.

Kara came here with all intentions of being a professional, she even has her notebook open to a fresh page and two spare pens tucked into her back pocket. But Lena in overalls, all pale stretches of bare skin and a black sports bra under baggy denim, has Kara derailed.

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His Explanation

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That Starfall had been Feyre’s first and last, she believed. At the time, things didn’t seem uncomfortable between her and Rhys—until the party was over of course. Then Rhys seemed different somehow. More distant. Not in a cold way, but as if she were a stranger and he wasn’t quite sure what to say or how to introduce himself.

Feyre supposed it was her fault. That he had not wanted to kiss her—or, Mother forbid, it was bad. It had been her first kiss after all, and she knew life was not like the novels she read and that nothing completely perfect existed.

So now she sat—these thoughts still haunting her three years later—getting ready for her twentieth birthday. She wasn’t sure if Rhys or anyone from the Night Court was coming, though she was certain her mother likely invited them. She hadn’t communicated with Rhys very much these past few years, merely assuming he didn’t want to speak with her. That there was something forever broken between them. She kept her distance and he kept his, though she missed her friend so much it ached.

This was going to be a party she likely hated. As Feyre got older, her mother began inviting more men to her parties as to find her a husband. Thank goodness no one was ever actually forced upon her, but her mother constantly introduced her to Fae and human males alike. She was polite enough to all of them, and upheld some conversations, though none of them caught her eye. And some, it seemed, tried far too hard. She wondered how Nesta and Elain dodged their mother’s wishes, and how they weren’t even in relationships yet.

Nesta, Feyre had more of an inkling for, and it was because most people were intimidated by her. Elain however was sweet and innocent. Perhaps that was it: she was too innocent to see any advances. All in due time it would fall into place, she assumed.

Feyre finished her appearance with deep red lipstick and looked herself in the mirror. She had asked for Nesta’s help to dress her, because she honestly didn’t have the interest in finding something nice for herself on her own. And she must say that her sister has remarkable taste.

Elain had finished Feyre’s hair an hour or so ago—simply curled and pinned so that it fell delicately over her shoulder. And her dress was a red wine color that—even despite it being so cold outside—cut low down her back. And for how tight it fit her body…she couldn’t wear a number of underthings.

Feyre slipped into some comfortable shoes, and with a sigh set out to join her party.

~

In the first fifteen minutes alone, Luel introduced Feyre to three different men. And she was suddenly regretting wearing such a tight and revealing dress. It’s not that the men weren’t polite, it’s just that she felt that their eyes lingered longer in places that they shouldn’t. She wanted more than anything to leave the party. To get out of this dress and to escape to her painting room. But she’d agreed with her mother that she would stay. And was now regretting it.

Feyre supposed the food and sparkling wine helped whenever she got away from talking to anyone. Overall, she couldn’t really complain about her party. It was exquisite. Also, her mother bought her new art supplies, which was always a plus. Then of course there were various new clothes and shoes she received, but would likely hardly ever wear because she already had so many. Still, Feyre was thankful.

The room began getting too hot with all the bodies, so Feyre stepped onto the balcony for some fresh air; despite the fact that she didn’t even have a shawl. Within seconds, the winter kissed air cooled the sweat on her neck and she sighed—a puff of vapor clouding the air in front of her. The party sounds diminished and she was left in the cool of the night. It was surprisingly clear, so she had a full view of the moon and stars. Her heart grew heavy as she was pulled to the memory of the Night Court and its beauty. Would she ever get to go back?

The cold began creeping its way further under her dress and into her skin. Goosebumps rose on her arms, so she hugged herself to preserve warmth. She wasn’t ready to rejoin the fray quite yet.

Until footsteps sounded behind her. Feyre just convinced herself that it was a partygoer that needed air, same as she, and hoped that it wasn’t another suitor coming to talk to her at her mother’s behest. She kept her back to whoever it was.

Then a warmth covered her back and arms as a dark jacket was laid to rest on her shoulders, efficiently stopping the chills and shivers she wasn’t even aware she had. The gesture startled her until a familiar scent enveloped her senses—citrus and the sea.

Feyre’s heart leapt as she looked up to see exactly who she thought she would: Rhysand. With him standing here before her, after hardly talking for almost four years, Feyre wasn’t sure if she was relieved, angry, or happy. So many emotions passed through her that shock was the only thing evident on her face, and her mouth fell open.

“There you are,” Rhys said casually, with a hint of a smile, “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

Feyre swallowed when she heard his voice. By the Mother, she missed him. So much. She wanted to think that it had been easy these few years to let go of whatever they had together, but it hadn’t been. And now he was here. She didn’t care in the slightest if he didn’t want her like that, she just wanted them to at least be friends again. Tears sprung in her eyes.

“Why are you here, Rhys?” Feyre rasped. She hadn’t meant it to be harsh; it was a legitimate question. Why now? What would he say to her?

“I realize how distant I’ve been these past years, and I owe you an explanation. But I’d rather we talk where we’re not likely to be overheard.” Rhys replied. An explanation? Or an excuse? Feyre tried not to let any bitterness show.

Feyre wiped her eyes and motioned for Rhys to follow. “Follow me,” she said as she lead them back into the manor. They navigated the party—people practically parting for Rhys anyway. Feyre got incredulous looks from the males at he party and a few snooty glances from the women there. She just kept her chin down.

Once they broke away from the party, Feyre walked down an ever familiar hallway, Rhys following silently behind her. Eventually she came to the door she wanted and opened it—her painting room. Comforting and the safest place for her. Rhys followed her in and closed the door behind them.

It was warm enough in here that Feyre stripped Rhys’s jacket and returned it with a small “Thank you.” He gave a nod of his head in acknowledgment but folded it over the back of a chair.

“So what did you want to explain?” Feyre asked. And it was those few words that made Rhysand instantly more nervous than he had looked just seconds before.

He clenched and unclenched his fists and took a few deep breaths, all whilst avoiding Feyre’s eyes. She had never seen him look so disheveled, and it worried her slightly. What he had to tell her couldn’t be good if it elicited this kind of reaction.

When Rhys finally met Feyre’s gaze, he ran his fingers through his hair and said, “I know how insane this is going to sound, because even I still haven’t gotten a grasp on it. And I don’t expect you to say yes or accept anything, especially since how I’ve treated you. I shouldn’t have been so distant. I shouldn’t have abandoned you because, Feyre, you’re one of the greatest things that has come into my life.”

It was sort of startling to hear these things from him, so Feyre blurted, “What is this about, Rhys?”

A pause. Then a heaving sigh and Rhys focused solely on Feyre’s eyes, and she on his. “I think you’re my mate, Feyre.”

The words clanged through Feyre, but one settled in her core. Mate. A thing so rare and treasured amongst Fae that most don’t find it. And now a five-hundred year old Fae male—one of the seven High Lords—is telling her that she may be his. Mate. She may be Rhysand’s mate. He was not just a High Lord or a Fae, but her friend since she was eight years old.

Feyre swallowed against a lump that had formed in her throat. “How do you know?” The words came out softer than she intended.

“I can’t really explain it. I just…know. When we kissed, I felt it. The bond. It wasn’t strong, so I didn’t pay attention to it,” Rhys explained, “But even after the kiss, I felt it every time I looked at you. And I panicked. You were still young, only seventeen. I didn’t want to force it on you.

“But I didn’t handle it well, and I cut ties with you completely with no explanation. I shouldn’t have. That’s why I came here, to explain myself and tell you why. And to also tell you that I don’t expect you to accept the bond right now, if ever.” Rhys took a deep breath. “Because, Feyre, I don’t deserve you. For many reasons that you do not know, I don’t deserve to have you. But you have the right to know all of this. And you have to know that I love you, and have known since that kiss on Starfall.”

Rhys swallowed thickly as he finished, his eyes full of something akin to sorrow—and something else. Feyre’s throat was dry. Here this male was, saying that he did not deserve her, when she had no idea what she’d done to deserve him. To deserve his selflessness and this visage he had of her.

Still, it was a lot to take in. She knew Rhys would accept any answer she gave, even if it was undecided. But his confession—that he loved her…

“Rhys…” Feyre said, but paused as her words escaped her. Something plagued her, and she had to get it out. “What if I never Settle? What if I am mortal and I grow old? Whatever we have—if we are mates—I couldn’t do that to you.”

Rhys’s face turned grim. “It’s something we would have to see with time. And if it came to it…” Rhys wetted his lips. “For you, I would be more than willing to bind my life to yours. If it came to it, I would age with you.”

Feyre’s eyes welled with tears. “No, Rhys. I couldn’t ask you to do that for me. I wouldn’t want you to do that for me.” So what did that mean? Was she telling him that she rejected their bond to spare him potential heartbreak?

“You wouldn’t have to ask me, because I would want to. That’s how much I love you, Feyre,” Rhys stated as he approached her and took her hands in his, “Mortality is not a problem to me. I would walk through every afterlife to be with you. So it’s up to you now with whatever your answer may be.”

Feyre’s eyes were watery, but she did nothing to wipe the tears away as she did not want to stop holding Rhys’s hands. Now she found herself wondering what she did to deserve Rhysand. Why the Mother would ever bless her with this unselfish male.

Feyre looked at their joined hands and studied them in a moment of silence, as a small smile slowly began to dance on her lips. “Do you remember that forest painting I made all those years ago?” She asked, “And I told you the story of how a handsome Fae prince lived there?”

A smile that mirrored hers played at Rhysand’s lips. “I do.”

“Well, I think I prefer a prince from the City of Starlight now.” Feyre was fully aware of what she insinuated. And even more aware when she leaned up and kissed Rhysand.

Feyre’s memory didn’t do it justice. Not the softness of his lips or how he tasted and smelled. The way one of his hands rested on the nape of her neck, and the other on the bare small of her back, gave her chills. It was a moment of pure bliss. She wanted this. Wanted him. No matter what.

“You’ll have to tell me how all of this works,” Feyre breathed when the kiss broke at last, “I’m not really in touch with my Fae heritage.”

Rhys smiled. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll always be here to help you if you need me.”

So Feyre smiled and kissed her mate, in a room that smelled of paint and Rhysand. Thus they took the first big step in their new life together.

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A/N: I feel like doing more on this. It just seems a little unsettled, doesn’t it? I hope you’re enjoying this so far and I’m sorry it took so long to update! Thanks for the support!

Think Of Yourselves As Pearls

A bit of a warmup, a bit of a brainstorming session, a bit of a vent, and a bit of an experiment, perhaps, in writing Yellow and Blue Pearl, and an attempt at a take on them that might go a bit against the grain.

Warnings for discussions of objectification, slavery, and abuse - your standard Homeworld Is Horrible fare. ~1700 words.


As time passes, the terror of the renegade pearl shifts and mutes into something more like inconvenience and annoyance, or simple outrage at the impropriety of the ideas contained in the very concept. A burst of widespread panic and fear that once led to impressively high-ranking gems going embarrassingly pearlless for a previously unthinkably long while turns instead into a quiet resentment. One that only occasionally flares up, and only ever in private, between a pearl and her owner, the true root of it mostly (and mostly deliberately) forgotten, suppressed.

Pearl has seen it all happen, faithfully and obediently at her Diamond’s side. She isn’t sure she could say, if asked, which of it was better and which was worse.

(Lucky, then, that nobody would ever think of asking her about much of anything. Luckier still that even if the thought of bothering her occurred to someone, it would be expressly dismissed by Yellow Diamond’s mere magnificent presence.)

They won, after all. Thoroughly defeated the rebels - the conclusion a given from the very onset, really. The uppity pearl got what was coming to her, as did the dastardly Rose Quartz, as did every last tragically or disgustingly misguided Gem in their entourage, as did their backwater planet. What better way to prove who was in the right and who was in the wrong?

And with enough time, a horror story becomes little more than a cautionary tale.

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Always

The last Hogwarts quidditch match that Harry and Draco would ever play was nearing its second hour when everything went to Tartarus.

A badly coordinated move, an absentminded scratch on the back of a head and the not-skilled-enough reflexes of a black haired seeker turned what should have been a glorious ending to eight years of education into the reason Draco Malfoy screamed Harry’s name at the top of his lungs loud enough to scare away some birds seven miles away.

“HARRY!” Without thinking twice Draco propelled himself off his broom to the ground where Harry’s body was heading towards after a heavy collision with a bludger. The crack of the saviour’s skull was possibly even louder than Draco’s piercing cry.

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Marrying Min Yoongi

SeriesPark Jimin | Jung Hoseok | Jeon Jungkook | Kim Namjoon | Kim Seokjin | Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by kuromel

  • So, we’re talking about our boi Yoongi here
  • he’s like this aesthetic fluff grump hybrid but
  • still, a total sweetheart
  • so when he proposes to you, your head sort of combusts and your heart flies out of your mouth like ??!?!?!?!?! because you’re honestly so excited and WHY’D IT TAKE SO LONG MIN YOONGI U LITTLE
  • but it’s okay now because you’re getting married
  • M-A-R-R-I-E-D

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the garden | kth

summary: there’s always been something quite captivating about bookstores with flowers and cute boys in the window. 

{bookstore au}

pairing: taehyung x reader
word count: 1.5k
genre: fluff
a/n: churned out a little drabble to get me warmed up for a much larger project!! i’ll do these more often, since they’re so quick and easy to write :-)

Call it what you will, hipster, artsy, aesthetic, pretentious, but when a small, independent, flower-themed bookstore pops up hardly a few blocks away from you, you can’t help but feel yourself drawn to the wistful vibe it gives off, something in between lost love and new beginnings. Yes, you’re one of those people, the millennials that avoid chain bookstores because how dare the capitalists take your hard-earned coins to funnel into economy-ruining projects.

It’s a tiny thing, not much larger than one of those made-to-go pizza places furnished with only a grimy steel kitchen and a counter, but the inside makes it seem limitless. Clearly, the owner has poured their heart and soul into this cramped little bookstore, from the garden that paints the walls to the ivy lining the bookshelves. You, quite frankly, wouldn’t be surprised if there was a secret entrance to a forest filled with fairies and nymphs, where hopeful little girls’ dreams magically come to life. It’s like walking into a butterfly garden, the portable ones that come with the annual butterfly show, and if you just so happened to spot a monarch or two, well, that’s to be expected.

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