It was pleasant enough, at first. The herbs struggling on
the kitchen window sill perked up and flourished. The little bouquets she
brought home sometimes lasted for weeks and weeks. They took long walks. He fed
her well, and like the plants, with sunlight and a little cool water, she
Then his mint plant broke its pot and took over half the window,
battling the parsley for dominance. If he missed a spot sweeping, grass sprung
up in the smallest smear of dirt. It was when he found the seedling growing out
of the shower drain he had to put his foot down.
“I’m trying,” she said, stuffing her face with
herb-and-lemon river trout on a bed of wild rice, both on sale with an added
coupon from the Sunday news. “It’s not like I do it on purpose, you know, it’s
just how the energies respond.” He was never sure how an average healthy,
non-Midgarian-raised Cetra ever managed to keep a low profile, much less stay
And the plants kept growing. He got hedge clippers to battle
the coriander. Weeding the bathtub became routine. They woke up one morning to
find that the evening’s bouquet had flourished into a full bramble, a mess of
bright flowers atop a thicket with thorns. With clippers and kitchen shears and
a little bit of the sword, they hacked it into manageable bundles and set them
loose in the park with a vague hope they would not strangle all other life.
“Sorry,” she said over fresh sea salt bread and rosemary
baked chicken. “That literally never happened before.”
It’s not her fault. It’s technically her gift, that living
green would hear the Planet in her nearby blood and strive to grow towards it. And
she’s strong now, healthy and fit like no below-plate Midgarian ever was. And
if she’d been strong enough even then to make flowers grow out of starving
He put some of the herbs out on the fire escape and hoped
they did not take over the whole town.
DESCRIPTION: After the Christmas party you and Rafe host every year, the two of you tidy up and get ready for bed.
This one’s a bit short; just a little fluff to keep you warm through the holiday season :)
Inspired by this song (Warm On a Cold Night - HONNE)
You can hear the gentle clink of the stemmed wine glasses and low hum of the dishwasher downstairs as you slip the straps of your evening dress off your shoulders. A light chill crosses your bare skin as you stand in the closet, closing your eyes briefly as the familiar haze of champagne swirls through your head.
It was the third annual party you and Rafe threw every Christmas Eve. Tonight’s party was a tad bit busier than the previous ones; Rafe had invited a few colleagues from work, and one had brought a lady friend whom you tried your hardest to make pleasantry with despite her obsession with collecting coins. You, complacent with your group of friends, tried to include her in your conversations, but it was difficult when the topic was always diverted back to her extensive collection.
You sigh gently as you pull on a soft sweater and whip your hair up in a quick ponytail, happy to finally be done with the night. Clicking the closet light off, you head down the dimly lit staircase towards the dining room where muffled jazzy Christmas music plays.
leans over the kitchen counter with his back to you. He reaches for the last of the empty dessert plates on the table, the muscles of his back straining gently against his shirt. The sleeves of his white button-up are rolled quickly at his elbows and you catch a whiff of his dark cologne mixed with the slightest of whiskey.
Rafe doesn’t notice your presence behind him, so you spend a little while longer admiring the love of your life standing before you.
NCT 127 Reaction - They Find Out You Have A Tattoo
A/N: I really need to do shorter reactions, so I’m like typing this up as fast as I can before 11:30pm because I gotta wake for college at 6am lmfao.
Request: NCT 127 reacting to you having a tattoo? love your blog btw :p
Yuta just stares at the tattoo on the bottom of your back with his usual shit eating grin on his face, hoping that he could see more of your body as he was getting extremely turned on.
“You wouldn’t happen to have any more hidden anywhere, would you?”
Silently wonders to himself where else he’d like more tattoos on your body, complementing whether or not to book you in for an appointment at a booth or not.
It was too warm one night and you decided to wear pj shorts and one of Taeyong’s loose shirts to bed. The next morning you heard your apartment door open and Taeyong walking straight into your bedroom just as you were climbing out of bed giving him a lovely exposure of the matching tattoos on the front of your thighs.
“Well damn, y/n, that’s gotta be the hottest morning surprise you’ve ever gave me.”
Legit surprised that you even owned a tattoo in the first place and was internally screaming. Despite his protests for you to cover it up it wasn’t because he didn’t like it, he god damn loved it and he didn’t want to get too excited in public.
Asks like 400 questions along the lines of, “Shit did it hurt?”, “Oooh, should we get matching ones?” and “Does it wash off in the bath?” So you have to buy him a temporary tattoo to make him stop asking questions.
Rethinks his whole life choices and instantly falls in love with you all over again, never hesitating to kiss you over and over until both your lips are blue and purple.
All you know is that one minute you were showing your boyfriend your tattoo and the next he was throwing you onto the bed and climbing all over you like you were an adventure play ground.
“How about you go for another paint job today and then we’ll go for round two?”
It was late one warm summer’s night. Beach City had effectively closed as its
residents had retired to bed for the night, the sound of the sea gently lapping
against the shore filling the calm evening air.
All was peaceful and still.
However, the same could not be said for a certain barn on
the city’s outskirts…
Peridot and Lapis
were sat together on their sofa, the room illuminated by the television’s
flickering light. They’d been re-watching
their favourite show – Camp Pining Hearts
– for most of the day. Peridot had
mentioned that there was something in one of the episodes that she didn’t
really understand, and wanted to see what Lapis thought of it.
Peridot didn’t like not understanding things and Lapis knew
this. She gave the green Gem a soft
smile, watching her beginning to fidget slightly in her seat, clutching the
VHS’s remote control in her small hand.
“Peridot”, Lapis enquired, “What is it that’s bothering you
“You’ll see in a minute, Lapis…” Peridot answered.
Their pair of them continued to watch the scenes unfolding
on the screen in front of them, when Peridot suddenly sat forward in her seat
and grabbed hold of Lapis’ arm.
“This is it!” Peridot exclaimed, pointing somewhat
frantically at the screen.
Lapis watched as two of the show’s main characters – Percy
and Paulette – slowly moved towards each other, closing their eyes and…
Peridot paused the video and turned to Lapis.
“What are they doing?!”
she cried, “I don’t understand. Are they
attempting fusion? Or is it some sort of…
bizarre human ritual?!”
Lapis let out a laugh as Peridot looked on, bewildered.
“Oh, Peridot…” she said softly, “They’re kissing!”
green Gem replied in confusion.
“Yeah! It’s what
people do when… well…” Lapis was trying to discreetly hide her now slightly
blushing cheeks from her roommate, “when they love each other.”
“I see”, Peridot replied, completely oblivious to the fact
that Lapis had suddenly become slightly flustered, “And this… kissing… is it an earth
tradition? Or is it also customary for
us Gems to partake in it as well?”
“Um…” Lapis replied, “I mean, humans do kiss an awful lot, but it’s not unheard of for Gems to do it
“But what’s the purpose
of this ritual?” Peridot asked, now becoming slightly frustrated, “What does it
Lapis was blushing even more now, her face becoming a much
darker shade of blue. Peridots are very
practical Gems, she thought to herself – especially my Peridot.
She realised, then, that there was only one way she could
make Peridot understand her…
Without saying another word to Peridot, Lapis shifted closer
towards her. She turned her face to look
directly into Peridot’s eyes, the smaller Gem gazing bemusedly back at her.
Lapis slowly lifted her hand and gently cupped Peridot’s
face. She could almost feel Peridot’s
cheek becoming warmer as she inched closer towards her; the small technician
completely mesmerised by those beautiful, deep-blue eyes.
“Lapis, what are you…”
Before Peridot could finish her sentence, she felt Lapis’
mouth connect with her own. Peridot’s
eyes widened as Lapis continued to kiss her.
Peridot had never experienced anything quite like this before – she felt
light, like she was floating along in a state of pure bliss, as she wrapped her
arms tightly around Lapis and returned her kiss.
Neither of them knew how long they were sitting there,
locked in a passionate kiss, feeling wave after wave of pure euphoria washing
over them as their hands began instinctively wandering over each others’
bodies. They lay down, still kissing,
not wanting this moment to ever end…
However, they were both suddenly snapped out of it with a thud as they fell off the sofa. Lapis was sprawled on top of Peridot, who was
flat on her back against the wooden floor of the barn.
They looked at each other, breathing heavily and blushing
furiously. Peridot’s hair was sticking
out at some very interesting angles and her shirt was hanging off one shoulder;
the bow holding Lapis’ shirt together was now slightly undone and she looked
“Wow… thanks” Peridot managed to say with a deep sigh,
looking starry-eyed at the ocean Gem.
Lapis let out a snort of laughter and Peridot began
cackling. They sat up and Peridot pulled
her roommate into a hug as their laughter trailed off.
“Lapis…” Peridot murmured as the blue Gem gently ran her
hand through the other’s triangular hair, “I love you.”
Lapis pulled slightly out of their tight hug so that she
could look Peridot in the face. The
small green Gem was smiling so sweetly at her, her face glowing with a huge
blush and her half-lidded green eyes full of such genuine adoration.
“You… you mean everything to me…” Peridot continued,
fumbling slightly now and struggling to keep eye contact with the beautiful
blue Gem in front of her.
Lapis moved closer to Peridot again now, giving her a soft
kiss on the cheek.
“I love you too, Peridot,” she replied with a caring smile.
They both sat for a moment, just staring into each other’s
eyes. Neither of them would have ever
imagined that they’d end up like this, after the very turbulent start of their
relationship – and yet, here they were.
Sitting on the floor of their new home, completely besotted with one
another. Living a life together that
neither one of them would change for the world.
Lapis leaned towards Peridot and began to kiss her
again. This time, they weren’t going to
let anything stop them, as Peridot reached behind Lapis’ neck and slowly undid
the dark blue bow completely…
Wowza! Part 3 already?! I have to say this was my favorite one to write so far and I got a little carried away so it’s a long one.
I’m going to try and update this at least once a week. Thanks again to everyone who has been commenting and messaging me with feedback, I really do appreciate it. As always, feel free to leave a comment or shoot me an ask letting me know what you think!
Ergh, this one just didn’t agree with me one bit but I spent so many dang hours on it so whatever, here you go, gays stargazing. (I don’t even have an excuse for nearly topless Scarlet. Make up your own explanation.)
Can it be where
reader is the only human member of the chimera pack, like the female version of stiles, only she’s like super shy/innocent and she’s secretly in love with theo but doesn’t know he feels the same until he admits it?
Requests are open
You stood with your back against the gates of Eichen House,
watching Josh and Theo’s conversation, but not being able to listen to it,
being the only human in the Chimera pack had its many disadvantages, and not
being able to listen in on conversations unlike the rest of the pack was one of
them. You had no way of knowing what they were talking about, but it seemed to
have hit a nerve in Theo. You watched as
he rolled his eyes and sighed heavily, clearly wanting the conversation to end.
Theo. The person whose eyes and voice caused such a reaction
from you that you couldn’t quite believe it yourself. The way your name rolled
off his lips caused you to lose focus for at least a few seconds every time he
said it, and his touch that made you unable to sleep, staying up thinking about
him, him and you. The person who you secretly loved even though you were afraid
to say it to yourself, never mind him. The person who would always see you as a
friend. As only a friend.
You watched as Josh exited the conversation and Tracy
entered it, replacing him. Tracy. You had thought about her and him too,
countless times. By now you had become convinced that something was either
happening or about to between them; but you hoped and hoped that you were wrong
and simply seeing things, that they weren’t together, that they wouldn’t be,
because you wanted it to be you, you wanted him, and you wanted him with you,
and you prayed for him to say the words had been screaming in your mind, I love you.
You glanced away, to the ground, shaking your head, telling
yourself to stop hoping for things like that, otherwise you would just spend
the rest of your high school life hoping for a guy who would never look at you
the way you looked at him.
“Why is she still here? With us? She’s nothing” Tracy said, causing
Theo’s fists to tighten, but you couldn’t hear her. “I get that Scott’s pack has Stiles, but he
actually helps a lot, and your little girlfriend over there is completely
“One. Not my girlfriend” Theo spoke,
“But you want her to be” the girl said teasingly as Theo
rolled his eyes and continued speaking, ignoring her comment.
“Two. She’s not useless. Like you said, Stiles helps a lot,
and so does y/n-”
“And how so? By offering you distraction in the form of-“
Theo sighed heavily and closed his eyes, “Again, not my girlfriend.
And y/n, she’s good at, uh, she’s smart. Really smart; like Stiles. See, not
“But he is. Sure he doesn’t seem like it, but he’s smart.
And so is y/n. And Stiles is an essential part of Scott’s pack, in the same way
y/n is an essential part of this pack”
“So not at all”
“Tracy, right now you’re the one that’s being useless, so
please go find something to do”
“But y/n isn’t doing anythi-“
He began to walk away, not caring anymore for what she had
to say. As he walked toward you, Theo could see that you were deep in thought,
and you didn’t hear his footsteps, so when he slipped his hand in yours,
intertwining your fingers together, you jumped slightly.
“y/n” he started, before hesitating, “Have you ever thought
about us- as an us?”
You turned to face him, startled by his question. Tracy wasn’t
wrong. He did want you. He wanted to hold you and keep you safe in his arms and
kiss you and do all those things over and over again and never get tired of
them, because he really wanted them. He often thought about you, the reason why
he couldn’t fall asleep, and worried about your body getting cold at night, and
wished to be there to keep you warm. He wanted to be there. With you.
You hesitated, before nodding. “Yeah” you said softly.
His face filled with relief as you said that, and he smiled,
the happiest, widest smile you had ever seen on him, and pulled you closer, “Just
to clarify, you mean that you-“ like me.
But he didn’t want to say that, he didn’t want you to like him. He wanted you
to love him. “lo-“ he couldn’t bring himself to say it, but he wanted to, but
he was scared.
And the word hung between the two of you, unspoken.
“Yeah” you said, smiling softly, without hesitation this
time, you knew what you felt, what you had felt for so long, what you now knew
he felt too.
Imagine person A of your OTP loves the stars and enjoys sitting or laying outside at night to bask underneath space. Person B, who’s more introverted (as in they’re not very social) much more prefers spending time indoors in the warmth and security, and they question A on what’s so “great” about staring at the sky at night.
Then, on one warm night, Person A asks B to hang out with them outside for their anniversary. B isn’t super excited about it, but they accept the offer without fussing. But A tells them to close their eyes first before leading them out a good distance from their house into an opened area. When Person B opens their eyes they pause for a moment, wondering where their surprise is. Then, Person A motions to the sky with a nervous smile, and Person B turns upwards only to gape at the sight. An amazing display of the milky way galaxy (or part of it) is shown to them on a cloudless night. Person A had taken them to the darkest part of town (or just a dark spot if they live in the country or wilderness) so that they could show B the true beauty of the stars.
They both end up staying there together for part of their night, either talking, exchanging jokes or stories, or simply sitting together and taking everything in.
Author: ac_123 / heroworshiplusten Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Characters: Shiro, Lance, Keith, Pidge (mentioned) Pairings: Lance/Shiro Rating: PG-13 Genre: Romance, Fluff Prompt: Sea/Stars Warnings: references to serious bodily injury leading to amputation, underage consensual sexual activity Chapter(s): 1/1 Series:Shance Fluff Week entries Word Count: 951 Description: There are a lot of places where we can start this story. A/N: Written for @shancefluffweek. Based in a modern!au setting. The warning are there for the sensitive, but there’s nothing graphic about either.
6. “I won’t let anything hurt you.” with taehyung | 790
thought about it before, whether his career would eventually come in the way of
his love life, pushing him towards the edges of a difficult crossroad. He’s thought
about it before, but never found an answer.
To say that he’d choose his
acting, his singing, his team, over a significant other was the go-to
choice earlier in his career. Then, it was about securing their foothold,
making their presence known and it had been unanimously decided that their top
priorities were each other.
songs now blast on radio stations across the country, thrones secured at the
tops of charts for how often they rule there, and their name revered in new and
old groups alike. They were a force to be reckoned with. They were unstoppable.
wishes they were not.
As he sits
across from you on the couch, he wishes to be nothing more than just
boy-next-door, stable job and regular hours. He wishes that he could go from
your place to his own without having to go through the underground entryway and
even then, he’s still hiding his features behind a cap and a mask. He wishes,
more than anything, not to be the a forest fire but a fireplace instead, where his job could be contained within something to keep his loved ones warm at night, instead of running wild at the edges.
cross-legged in the center of the couch, all attempts to close the gap between
your bodies made futile by the cushion you’ve kept tucked under your chin. The
light grey of the fabric does little to hide the tears that have fallen from
your eyes, damp pebbles sinking their way into material and into his heart.
talk to me …” Taehyung implores, seeking to search your eyes but
you’ve clenched them shut. Loose strands of your hair cover half your face, but
he still sees another wave of tears rolling down your cheeks.
“Don’t … don’t keep it to yourself,” his voice shakes. The sun’s already set, meaning the
two of you have been here for at least two hours. Taehyung’s reaching
the end of his line, grasping whatever words he can find and handing them to
you. “Y/N, Y/N please,” he whimpers.
Tae … I can’t, I can’t do this,” your words come up mumbled through
the seat cushion.
“Y/N, I promise,”
he pleads. “I won’t let anything hurt you.” He rests his hands on
your knees, only for you to half-heartedly push them back.
can’t promise that,” you reply dejectedly.
in a sharp breath, swallowing the hot tears that are forming at the base of his
eyes, “You’re right. I can’t.”
you whisper, not wanting to hurt the boy in front of you. “I’m sorry. .
He shakes his
head, wiping the tears that fell. “Is this … Is this it, then?”
You look up,
tracing the outline of his face, the ridge of his nose and the deep frame of
his brows for the last time. “Yeah,” you take a deep breath.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“Come here,” he breaths out, getting on his knees and pulling you in for a hug.
The scent of
his cologne fills your nose, and you fist the back of his shirt, body betraying
your words in an attempt to hold onto him. He presses sweet kisses to your
temple first, brows next, and then dropping down to your cheeks. You can
feel his hot breath on your skin, dewy lips mixed with the bittersweet run of
heartbreak. When his lips creep towards your own, you push him back against his
chest. “Don’t,” you warn, tears blurring your vision.
“I’ll miss you even more.”
hands cupping your face, tilting his head down to lean his forehead against
yours. “I don’t think that’s possible, Y/N.”
You suck in a
deep breath at his words and bite the inside of your cheek.
doesn’t move away for who knows how long.
about it before, this dilemma playing in his mind during free hours in their
schedule. He thought about it more frequently at times, and barely enough during some
other times. He’s thought about it, but only now does he have an answer.
about it all this time, but never realized that perhaps, it was never
his decision to make. Perhaps, the ball lies in the court of whoever must
bear the casualties.
A forest fire
burns for days on end, stretching in all directions, following the wind in
whichever way it takes it.
It’s really hard to know what to bring to camp as a counsellor if it’s your first time working, even when you are returning staff it’s hard to remember everything you need. I’ve come up with a list of everything you could possibly need up at camp. Enjoy!