please let me know how this is though

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holy shit those headcanons are fucking wonderful and I'm glad I didn't go to sleep yet. UH please tell me there some happy endings here because i want there to be happy ends. i want to know that everything works out in the end and they become a wonderful, happy OT4. Like how does the arrangement work, what lines are drawn, does gladio talk about how he really did want them but just couldn't get the words out GOD I WANT TO WRITE FIC ON ALL OF THIS BUT I WANT TO SEE EVERYTHING YOU HAVE i'm ruined

Let’s be ruined together! 

So. I choose to believe it all ends happily as a wonderful little OT4 pack unit, though it probably takes a little (lot) or time to get there and work out all the little kinks and bumps and individual issues each party brings. No easy happily ever after, but a good one nonetheless. 

I think things probably go through a few incarnations, where at first it’s sort of a V relationship, with Gladio as the point and Prompto on one side and Ignis and Noctis on the other. Then a…um. Some other shape, as a line appears between Prompto and Noctis (It’s not as easy a change as one would think. It is one thing for Ignis and Noctis to share a lover in Gladio, something different for just Noctis to take up with someone. And there’s some question over whether this means Gladio and Prompto are dating Noct together or…separately? And, for that matter, is Gladio dating Noct and Ignis as a unit? And once they decide that sorta yes but also no there’s some alpha conflict and…look. It takes work.) Prompto and Ignis together takes more time because…well because it does. But when it does they sort of settle into it like ‘hey, this makes sense right? We’d be good together too, wouldn’t we?) Jealousy happens, is worked through, happens more, they fret, decide they’re only human, and learn to deal. 

There’s a lot of line drawing and redrawing and boundaries and things to consider and dos and don’ts. 

Gladio and Ignis probably have the hardest time, because alpha sensibilities are a thing. They snipe and growl and occasionally push too hard, or not hard enough, and argue about space and things and it’s dumb territorial bullshit that Gladio kind of loves and Prompto and Noctis think is stupid (why can’t alphas be in packs together? Some omegas have big Omega Only packs, even. Alphas are dumb.) Gladio has some envy issues. Ignis has some ‘sometimes his body says ‘omega’ and ‘mine’ and he wants to bite Gladio’ issues. Or ‘sharing the omegas’ issues. Or ‘Gladio is in heat and doesn’t care that they might be intimate at other times, if Ignis comes near him he will stab him’ issues. And ‘Gladio and Ignis are maybe sparring, maybe doing stupid dominance displays again’ issues that they should probably have gotten past but they both have such forceful personalities and Gladio doesn’t back down and Ignis would but sometimes he wonders if that would insulting and…

Work. It takes work. 

Being with Noctis isn’t as easy as being with Prompto for Gladio, but not as frustrating as Ignis tends to be. Noctis is just who he is, so nothing is ever easy with him. He’s set in his ways, so very set, and no alpha in the world can make him change at all. It’s his pack, he’s the head, and Gladio didn’t have issue with that when they were just packmates but he sometimes feels a little…inadequate once they start dating. (Ignis tells him he sometimes feels the same and that helps smooth it all over a little bit.)

Heats in general are…difficult. Ignis is always on hand for Noctis but there are times he’d like Gladio or Prompto around too. And Prompto is always down (Or up, rather) but Gladio finds it all very uncomfortable (maybe because of Ignis putting off all those alpha pheromones that he can’t help but feel a response to. Maybe just because heats in general are weird.) Prompto’s heats are slightly less awkward; he’s used to going it alone (his knotted dildo collection is awe inspiring actually) and if Gladio wants to help that’s fine and if not that’s also fine. He doesn’t ask Ignis to fill in and Ignis doesn’t offer. Eventually they’ll all work something out that works for everyone. Eventually. 

Getting together a big unit is another things that takes time to get to. They’re together, all of them, but not ‘together’ for a while. It’s a subtle but very real difference, borne of  venturing into all new territory and not being sure how to navigate it as a group of four instead of in groups of two or three. It turns out to be both different and not all that different at the same time. They get there though. The cuddle piles are pretty amazing. 

Hey guys, have we cried over episode 9 of Yuri on Ice enough yet?

I think not!

Let’s talk about that airport scene (my precious, beloved airport scene).

It’s beautiful and tear-jerking on its own.

But how about we remember that Yuuri said that he will retire after this year’s Grand Prix Final?

Let’s look at that scene from that angle.

What he’s saying here is basically “Please stay with me, please take care of me for these last few weeks before everything is over.”

And this line, this line especially sounds melancholic. As though Victor is saying “I wish I could stay with you longer but we both know that we can only stay together until the Grand Prix Final. I wish we had more time. If only this didn’t have to end so soon…”

And Yuuri knows that’s exactly what he means. He wishes it would be a promise that they’ll stay together forever, but really, it’s only a reminder that what they have is temporary, that even though they wish it would last longer, it won’t. That everything between them will end, and will end soon.

It’s no wonder there are tears in his eyes.

And of course, we can imagine that Yuuri’s plans can change, that he will compete again next year, or that Victor will stay by his side not as his coach, but as something more.

But they don’t know that yet.

They’re clinging to each other for dear life because, for all they know, this is all the time they’re going to get.

They want to make the most of it while it lasts.


( because the world needs more salt && complications. feel free to change up the context or pronouns! )

❛❛ No. No, no, no — you really don’t want me as a soulmate. ❜❜
❛❛ So, you’re the unfortunate soul stuck with me. ❜❜
❛❛ Can we just - forget about this? ❜❜
❛❛ We’re not meant for each other. Trust me. ❜❜
❛❛ You’re my soulmate? Wow - talk about a let-down. ❜❜
❛❛ We were only supposed to be friends. ❜❜
❛❛ Something’s wrong with this shit system. We are not soulmates! ❜❜
❛❛ How is that I love them more, when you’re my soulmate? ❜❜
❛❛ I know how you look at him - even though you’re not his. ❜❜
❛❛ Please, believe me. You are not my soulmate. You can’t be. ❜❜
❛❛ I don’t want a soulmate. ❜❜
❛❛ Find someone else - I don’t need this in my life. ❜❜
❛❛ No way - I can’t have TWO soulmates. ❜❜
❛❛ I’m not very good with commitment, or soulmates, or love. ❜❜
❛❛ Oh - this. This is a joke. Very funny. You can call April Fools now. ❜❜
❛❛ I’m not good enough for you. This is wrong. ❜❜
❛❛ Life is cruel, huh? Pairing us together like this. ❜❜
❛❛ To think we were fated to grow old together makes my stomach turn. ❜❜
❛❛ Why is fate such a bitch? Why are you a bitch? ❜❜
❛❛ This wasn’t supposed to be real. It was a joke. ❜❜
❛❛ I don’t know what’s worse. The fact you love them, or the fact I love you. ❜❜
❛❛ I’m not suddenly trusting you with my heart! Or anything! ❜❜
❛❛ I wish I could clean this mark off with some fate-Windex or something. ❜❜
❛❛ Scary, right? Tied to a person you might not even know. ❜❜
❛❛ I can’t trust you to love me. Not fully. ❜❜
❛❛ We weren’t supposed to fall in love like this. ❜❜
❛❛ I’m going to be frank, && say I have zero attraction to you. So this is a mistake. ❜❜
❛❛ We’re rivals. Not soulmates. We’re supposed to be at each other’s throats. ❜❜
❛❛ Things were better before this stupid mark, & stupid fate. ❜❜
❛❛ I’ve tried. You can’t cut the string. I’ve tried, trust me, I’ve tried. ❜❜
❛❛ This mark. It appeared this morning. I don’t want it - I. Don’t. Want. It. ❜❜    

Love is not posting pictures online and sending long messages every night so you know I appreciate you. Love is not talking every day just so we are not going to forget we both care. Yes, it is great to do those things when you love someone, but it should not be something that you need. Love is, not talking all day and knowing you still love someone and nothing will change it. Love is, when you go out late and call me when you get home even though I am asleep because you know how much I worry. Love is, when you stop making up excuses and admit you did something wrong and apologizing for your mistakes and try not to do them again. Love is, “please get your homework done so you can get the job you want and be happy in the future”. That is love. Love is, “let’s go to bed we both need rest and I don’t want to go without you”. Love is, “I know you’re out watching the sunset because you’re upset, and I’m really sorry. But I’m upset too and would like you to go home so you can FaceTime me.” And then leaving my favorite thing because you will always be a priority to me. Love is not always the big things that everyone else will notice, but the small things that are not going to be noticed by anyone except each other. I do not need extravagant to mean love. I need you.
—  For you
Top 5 skincare products✨

Not sure why I decided to drop this, but my skin care routine has been ON POINT this year and wanted to share it with the rest of Tumblr. Use it, don’t, make some edits and let me know how they turn out for you. My melanin has been sparkling all year though so I really wanted to share the love. Enjoy✨

African black soap: I tend to gravitate towards the Shea Moisture brand although it’s very drying in areas with harder water, so using a great moisturizer is key. Those of you with soft water, you’re blessed. I tend to use this on my face despite the risk. On sensitive skin areas, (face and cooch) do NOT let this sit long. Trust me, please don’t.

Apple Cider Vinegar: This is a life saver! Since my skin doesn’t break out often, I tend to only use this once a week or when I do get a minor breakout. Mix this half and half with water, applying to the face with a cotton ball and let dry. Super easy.

Lemon, honey, oatmeal/sugar exfoliator: I love making products myself when I can. Plus, these ingredients are sooooo good for you! The lemon brightens your skin, and in this mix gets rid of unwanted facial hair with continued use over time. The honey makes such a great moisturizer and my skin feels so soft and smooth after I use it. The oatmeal after you grind it up as fine as possible, (I like to use a mortar and pestle, but a blender works fine too) calms down redness and irritation, even caused by acne. I tend to substitute sugar when I’m going for a lip scrub. With oatmeal, I’ll apply twice a day, once in the morning and once at night. Let this set for twenty minutes, then in outward circular motions, rub off, rinsing off with COLD water. With the lip scrub, I’ll use at least once a week or before using matte lip stick.

Eucerin Healing Soothing Repair Cream: This works MIRACLES for me. Where I currently go to school, the water is super harsh so keeping my skin moisturized is a necessity, especially since my combination skin develops eczema when dry. A dot or two of this is enough to keep my entire face moisturizer and dewy in appearance. If I do happen to use too much, it’s easy to blot with a paper towel. In the summer, the product is great because I’ll forgo foundation or bb cream and just use this.

WATER: A no brainer but this is so important for good skin. I love to use the H2OPAL App to keep track of my intake. It also calculates how much you need based on temperature, age, weight and height which cuts out a lot of guesswork for you. It also will calculate how much you should drink by certain parts of the day. HYDRATE.😊

Remedy (3)

Bucky x reader

Bucky’s POV.

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, cute-ass Bucky who knows exactly how to be sweet and careful.

Taglist is fixed! Please message me if you want to be tagged. (not on this post pls, just message; I just can’t keep up otherwise!) 

Originally posted by wintersthighs

Remedy (1) Remedy (2) 

“I don’t want to be alone”

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(’i can never get war enough’ sounds like something xanxus would say though hallkajsdga–)

tsuna: Cold.
squalo: WHAT
tsuna: I’m Cold
tsuna: i need to talk to xanxus
squalo: WHY
tsuna: i’m just really fucking cold okay let me through

tsuna: xanxus i need you to set me on fire
tsuna: please i cannot endure this frozen winter hellscape
xanxus: who the fuck are you
tsuna: i’m Cold, Miserable, and Freezing My Ass Off
xanxus: don’t know any trash by that name
xanxus: aren’t you already on fire anyway how many fucking layers are you even wearing
tsuna: 20
tusna: your coat is this close to being 21

tsuna: …..uh. i’m under-
xanxus: You Want The Warm?
xanxus: You Drink The Booze
tsuna: ooookay then

xanxus: you warm yet, baby trash?
tsuna: …zzzz
xanxus: i’ll take that as a yes
xanxus: lightweight

Emmaline: A Sweater Recolour

My .dds plugin finally started working again, so I present to you another recolour!

I’m so happy my last recolours got so many notes <3 I would have made more, but my Photoshop likes acting up. Thank goodness it got fixed, though I’m still not quite sure how.

Lets get on with the details:

  • Young Adult to Elder
  • Universal genders enabled
  • Custom thumbnail for easy access
  • 6 solids and 1 pattern (whoops! I would have made more but none of my stock patterns were really suitable)


If the package doesn’t work or the link is broken, please let me know!

Let’s stop pretending Newt doesn’t know how to talk to women.
I mean, if you want to write him as nervous, that’s fine. He probably might be a bit nervous around Tina. But I’ve read too many fics that depict him as overly shy, scared of talking to women, and just outright bad at making the first move.
Let’s remember that he was the one to say he wanted to see her again (“can I give you your copy in person?”) and that he was the one who made the first real move (the hair tuck), so yeah. Write him as nervous. But let him still be the badass that he is canonically

Only Us (Part Nine)

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Summary:  What happens when the reader saves Spiderman…while he’s saving you? (things have changed but fuck it I’m still using this summary cuz idk)

Word Count: 1791

Warning(s): Swearing

Additional Notes: If you would like to be tagged for every part of this series let me know by commenting or something else idk. ALSO I’M SO SORRY

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8

Sobs racked through me as I sat on my bed tissues surrounding me. My mind went though all the things that I had told him. My parents, my job, all of my feelings for Peter—or him. Tears ran down my face. How could he do that? A knock came at the window and I looked toward it seeing Peter outside in his spiderman suit.

“Y/N please.” He begged. I stood up walking toward the window. “Just listen to me—” I reached up drawing the blinds over them. “Y/N…” I heard him trail off. More sobs racked through me as I dropped on my pillow. More knocks came from the window. I swallowed leaning over starting my stereo butting on “Fuck you” by Cee Lo Green. I turned it loud, louder than normal. I closed my eyes as I continued to cry feeling sick. There was yelling outside my room and a pounding came from my door.

“What?!” I yelled.

“Where the fuck is my money Y/N.” My mom yelled.

“I don’t have any of your money!” I yelled back.

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Swifties 4 Tay 2.0

Nearly two years ago my wildest dreams came true and @taylorswift followed me. I had always told myself that if that ever happened, I would want to help others try and get a follow as well. Last year I made over 50 lists of Swifties who didn’t have a follow from Taylor, and I’m bringing it back now. Things are going to be slightly different though. Keep reading to learn how to get on a list!

  • Please reblog this post so that others can see it.
  • Please inbox/message me telling me you want to be on the list.
  • Only those inboxing/messaging me will be added.
  • Lists will be comprised of 10-20 URL’s.
  • I will reply to you and let you know you’ve been added once I have put you on a list, so if you don’t hear back right away don’t worry, I’m a busy college student but this will be an on going thing.
  • Even if you have a follow from Tay, please reblog this to give everyone a fair chance.

That’s all for now, and I hope that maybe these lists will reach Tay and new Swifties will get a follow <3

Taking My Life Away Part 14

Originally posted by heleneetlesgarcons

Originally posted by sebastianstahp

Summary: Reader gets a new job in a new city, forcing her to leave her best friend behind. Or not. 

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1577

A/N: Well.. I feel like the Summary doesn’t go anymore.. Haha whoops! Also, I will be starting the Lance Oneshot ASAP, I just wasn’t feeling well today. AND @sebbys-girl said that Gabe reminded her of Nigma, and now I can’t un-see it.. Please let me know if you want to be tagged (or untagged!) :) Also, I guess this part is a little angsty..

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Pairing: AJ Styles/Reader

Summary: Reader has liked AJ for a while. Her feelings get complicated so she starts ignoring him. She doesn’t exactly like the idea of not having control, but AJ shows her it’s alright to let go of that sometimes.

Words: 2,806

Warnings: Rough(ish?) Sex, NSFW, strong language, no condom (pls use a condom) (also if you need something tagged let me know! I won’t be mad! kinda newish to what needs to be tagged)

A/N: Y’all… this didn’t exactly turn out how I wanted it to. But, I’m still kinda proud. I haven’t actually written smut in a while, and I have never posted smut on a website before, so, please, go easy on me. It is getting easier for me to get back into writing things like this though. Hope y’all enjoy this 💕
(Also, requests are open 😘) (Tags are being weird and I am forgetful, even though I had everyone I’m supposed to tag I may have forgotten someone. I’m really sorry if that is the case)

Tags: @llowkeys @queenreignsempire @welshwitch5 @imagines–assemble @all-about-bellas @50shadesofadamcolebaybay @the-geekgoddes @livingthestrongstyle @irishxmaiden @lunaticfringe216 @irefusetoacceptreallife @gamer705 @lip-sync @roistyles @daintymissdevitt

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The Devil's Game

This is a BIG work in progress but this is just a random idea honestly and I decided why not. It’s not great but I do like how It is so far and just maybe I’ll continue it, not too sure though. Tell me what you think?

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

It feels like I can’t breathe and I’m feeling dizzy. I can’t move my body and I’m surrounded by nothing but darkness. Why am I feeling like this? What’s happening to me? I don’t know how to get out of this let alone how I ended up here. I don’t remember anything that could have led me here. I’m scared, I just want to go home. Someone please, help me. With my eyes shut tight I kept wishing to be back in my room where I knew I was safe. You’re going to be ok. I was surprised by the deep voice that echoed through my ears and I opened my eyes trying to find who had spoke. But I couldn’t see anything. Was the voice coming from my head?

In a flash I felt a breeze and then I was suddenly staring into a pair of deep red eyes. As much as I wanted to I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t call out for help but, I knew this person was able to see the fear in my eyes. I wanted nothing more than to run away but all I could do was lie there. A cold hand caressed my cheek and at that point I was already beginning to feel disgusted and more frightened. You’re mine now.

I sprung up from my bed gasping for air feeling suffocated and scared beyond death. I was able to calm down as I found myself back in my room. I pushed back my hair and I was able to feel that very small layer of sweat that sat on my forehead. I was never able to remember what happens to me within the beginning of my dream and it’s always the end that has me waking up in a cold sweat. This is the fifth time I’ve had this dream. But each time I had it, it was always somehow a little different. But it’s always the same voice and pitch black space. Something isn’t right and there’s always this void deep in my chest that makes me feel sick. I don’t know why I’m having these dreams nor what they mean. But I think that In someway, they are warning me. I could be wrong. I’m not sure what I should be looking out for but either way, I guess I still have to be careful.

I got out of bed deciding I should finally get ready for the day. I took a quick glance out my window and for a second I swore I saw a man sitting on top of the building across from mine. I looked out again and sure he enough he was there. We locked eyes and I couldn’t look away. He seemed surprised by the fact that I have spotted him. We didn’t look away once, I wasn’t even trying but the buzzing coming from my phone caught me off guard and I quickly aid to it to turn it off. The second I looked back he was gone. Who was that?

He sat there and watched as she tried to relieve herself of the fear she had awaken to. He snickered, this will be too easy. “I see you found a new toy.” His friend sat beside him and gazed upon the girl. “Oh, she’s a nice one,” “What do you want now?” he snarled. The other let out noting but a mere chuckle “You’re always playing the same game.” “Don’t you ever get tired of it?” Namjoon smirked and continued to stalk his victim.

“Jimin, what I do is none of your concern, now go before I rip your throat out.” “Fine, but I’ll be checking up on you” he gave him a teasing wink and disappeared

That little trouble maker never leaves me alone. He sighed but brought his attention back to the girl. But to his surprise he found her staring right back at him. He froze, is she able to see me? He couldn’t look away even if wanted to. Namjoon didn’t understand what was happening and couldn’t explain what he was feeling as they stared each other down. What is this? The second she looked away he made his quick escape

He lingered there in the back of my mind. Every now and then the image of him just standing there and watching me would pop up and was enough to give me the chills. But who was he?

“Y/n?” I felt a small touch to my shoulder and nearly jumped out of my skin. I whip around only to see my friend “oh god it’s just you.” Emily looked confused but more worried if anything. “Y/n are you ok you’ve acting weird all morning.” “I’m fine.” I smiled but she wasn’t buying it. She looked at me, she knew something was wrong “spill” she said. I sighed with a quick roll of my eyes. “Well?” she crossed her arms. Before I said anything I looked around us and pulled her into a small nearby office. “Look, what I’m about to tell is gonna sound crazy but just bear with me here.”

After explaining what had happened she looked at me weirdly. “Are you sure you weren’t just seeing things?” I rolled my eyes “I’m serious emily!” “You don’t believe me?” She shrugged “it’s a little hard to believe y/n.” I let out a heavy sigh “ok you know what fine don’t believe me but I know what I saw.” “I think you just need some rest.”

As I toss my bag into my car and hop in I drive off just wanting to go home. I felt frustrated knowing that my closest friend didn’t even believe me. But I shouldn’t be so upset about it. I know it sounds really crazy now that I think about it. I guess I’m still really tired and maybe she was right. Maybe I was only seeing things. I stopped as I neared the intersection and let my head fall onto the steering wheel. I started to feel dizzy and my head was beginning to hurt. This is the same feeling I had in my dream.

I picked up my head trying to ignore the throbbing pain in my head but my vision was blurred and everything looked like it was shaking.

There was a ringing or buzzing in my ear that was just making matters worse. I held my ears trying to stop the irritating noise but it didn’t help. I looked up and standing right there in the middle of the road was a man. What’s going on?

I wanted to get a closer look but my vision was still blurred and shaky and the noise and pain became excruciating. I let out a loud scream then everything stopped. I opened my eyes and quickly looked up to see that everything was back to normal. I was panting and my heart was racing and I searched frantically around me looking for that man. What the hell just happened to me? A loud honk made me jump and I raced back home.

I kicked off my shoes and just tossed everything I had in my hands aside. I run up stairs and into my bathroom. I turned on the warm water and let it run while I stared back into the mirror.

The only thing I was seeing was me but, something was off. I leaned in closer to the mirror staring dead straight into my own eyes. When I blinked my eyes were the deep red I saw in my dream. The next thing I knew my reflection opened It’s mouth wide and a loud screech escaped it’s mouth as it reached for me. I let out a blood curdling scream as I backed away from it. I felt my head hit the wall harshly when I tripped over the small rug and fell to the floor. My vision blurred and was slowly fading and I began to hear the water spill out of the tub. Seconds before I completely black out I see someone stand before me. I heard mumbling, the voice belonged to a male but I couldn’t make out what he was saying.

I was out.

I woke up with a loud gasp, I was in my living room and I was sitting there confused. Was I dreaming? I swing my legs off and rushed my way back to the bathroom. I swung the door open and turned on the lights to find that everything was ok. I turned and faced my reflection once again but I was wearing different clothing.

When did I change? As I examined myself my eyes wondered over to the wall and my eyes widened when I noticed a small mark from where I supposedly hit it. My finger runs over it then my eyes trailed down to the tiled floor. The rug was gone. My hand runs through my hair as I tried to figure out what had happened. This was no dream but, how did I end up in the living room? I suddenly remembered the man that was in here after my accident.

There was a sudden small crash that came from my kitchen and I didn’t hesitate to run over.

I froze once I entered seeing that there was a man standing in the middle of the kitchen beside broken glass.

“W-what are you doing here?” were the first words out of my mouth. He stood there with his hands in his pockets and eyed me head to toe. “I was just watching over you.” he stated calmly.

I came in slowly and circled the kitchen. “How did you get in here?” “Your door was left open and I just wanted to make sure you were ok.” I cursed “that doesn’t give you the right to enter my home.” I said clearly angry. He started to make his way over to me trying to explain that he was only making sure that I was ok but I cut him off when I turned and pulled out a knife and pointed it at him.

“Put the knife down y/n.” My hand tightened around the handle as I glared at him. “How do you know my name?” I asked, starting to feel scared. “That’s not import-” “I asked you how do you know my name!” he sighed “I saw your ID, now hand me the knife.” He held out his hand but I backed away from him. “How do I know you’re not going to hurt me?”

He took a few steps closer to me “I won’t hurt you, I promise.” He gave me a small sweet smile and the look in his eyes was somehow assuring. I still didn’t want to hand it over and him seeing that I was being stubborn he came to me at a quick pace.

I tried to move out of the way but I screamed in pain when I felt something stab into the bottom of my foot. I didn’t realize I was so close to the glass. I was close to falling but he was able to catch me in time by grabbing onto my arm.

His other arm snaked around my waist as his hand that held onto my arm slid up to my had, snatching the knife away and placed away from me. He picked me up and carried me over to the couch and once he set me down he grabbed my ankle and pulled out he shard that was embedded in my foot. I hissed in pain and pulled my leg back from him. “Luckily it wasn’t in too deep.” I watched as he examined the piece of glass in his hand. He seemed to have dazed out from the blood that covered it. “Um hello, in pain here!” He shakes his head and leaves me only to comeback with a wet towel and one of my T-shirts. He started to clean the wound and I kept wincing from the slight pain. He grabbed the shirt and ripped a part of it. “What do you think you’re doing!” I tried snatching my shirt back. “I have nothing else to cover it with now do I?” “You could of used a band-aid,” I said. “None were big enough.” As he wrapped up my foot I stared him, focusing on his features. There was something about him. Something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. “Have we met before?” I asked reluctantly. He stops and looks at me before shaking his head with a smirk then went back to tying the torn fabric around my foot.

“There you go, it wasn’t bad but we don’t want it to get worse now do we?” I shook my head. “Just be more careful, ok?” he heads back and I sat there staring down at my feet. I let my hand feel over the one that was freshly bandaged and began to feel a bit guilty.

When he came back in I quickly apologized. “It’s ok, I shouldn’t have intruded anyway” he rubbed the nape of his neck.

I didn’t know what to say next so I hugged my legs and rested my head. “Is your head ok?” I gazed up at him as he walked back over to me. “You had a pretty nasty fall.” “Thankfully it was nothing serious.” He sat closely across from me and stretched out his arm and let his hand touch the back of my head. I wince a little and he quickly jerked his hand away. “I’m sorry” “It’s fine.”

“My name’s namjoon by the way.” His hand was held out. “Y/n” I took his hand and noticed that they were a little cold but, I ignored it and passed it off as if it was nothing. “That’s a really pretty name” I blushed slightly “thank you.”

He did seem like a nice man but there was still something about him. I just didn’t know what that something was.

Namjoon left soon after and I was alone once again.

I felt tired but I didn’t want to go to sleep, I was afraid. Afraid of having that dream again and never waking up from it. I headed to the kitchen and made myself a coffee in hopes that it would keep me up. I sat down at the dining table and let my thoughts run through, trying to make sense of today’s events. Today was a strange day and he himself was strange. I need to know who he really is.

He stood there again with his red eyes piercing at her and that devilish smirk that creeped upon his face. “What was all that about?” he turned and his eyes were met with jungkook’s. “It’s all part of my game” he chuckled. “What are you planning to do with her?” “Oh, you’ll see.”

Just you wait darling, I have you right where I want you

I’m here again…

I found myself sitting on the floor and once again I surrounded by darkness. I was beginning to panic, why am I here?

There was a faint taping sound, a sound that sounded like foot steps. They echoed as they approached me and I could feel my heart beat quicken with every step I heard. They stopped suddenly and I could see only a silhouette of a man.

“Hello y/n” this voice, my eyes grew wide “w-who are you?” he let out a small titter upon hearing my voice falter. “Scared are we?” he chuckled “there’s no need to be scared.”

I can begin to feel my body tremble

“Why am I here, why do you keep bringing me here!”

His deep and dark chuckle only struck more fear into my heart. “Wouldn’t you love to know.” he laughed this time. “Oh but you see, if I were to tell you then this would no longer be fun.” Although I couldn’t very well see him, I knew he was smirking. This was starting to irritate me and he took notice. “Listen you’ll find out soon darling but not soon enough.”

I didn’t understand and before I could utter a word his dark figure shadowed over me and the last thing I saw were those unbearable red eyes.


I was awaken abruptly by my friend and I gave out a small yelp. “E-emily, why are you here, how are you here?” She lifted up a key in her right hand “Spare key, remember?”

“You didn’t show up for work so I thought I stop by and check up on you.” She smiled sweetly at me. “That’s really nice of you, thank you.” I stood up to hug her but I winced when I felt a strong sting from the bottom of my foot.

When I looked down I saw the bandages that wrapped around and remembered the incident from yesterday. Emily gasped a little. “Oh my gosh are you ok? what happened?”

I had told her that I had cut my foot but I assured her that I was perfectly fine. “Is this why you didn’t show up?” I nodded a bit unsure. “You can say that.”

My doorbell rang suddenly and emily sprang to get it. I tried to run after her and told her to wait but my foot wasn’t helping. I was only able to see her as I approached the door but she seemed, fazed? I inched closer and saw a young man standing there. He was very good looking actually with his black hair and toned body that you could practically see through the slightly tight fitting shirt that he wore. Nonetheless, that didn’t distract me from the confused look on his face when he stared at emily. “Um hello?” I said and they both turned to me. Emily was blushing and the young man smiled at me.

“Y/n who’s your friend?” emily asked. I shrugged “I don’t know you tell me.” I turned to him and gave him a quick up down before smiling. “Hi, I’m y/n” I held out my hand. He gladly took and placed a kissed the top of it.

“Nice to meet you, I’m jimin.”

“I-I’ve never seen you around here before.” He shyly smiles “I’m new around here.” He seems so kind and the shy persona he was giving off made him seem very cute. “Well it’s very nice to meet you jimin, um, would you like to come in?” He smiles again and thanks me before entering my home.

“Y/n, I think I’m gonna get going now.” I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye before my door shuts and we we’re left there alone and confused. “Who was that?” “My friend emily, I’m sorry about that she’s just extremely shy when it comes to meeting others.” He nods “It’s fine.”

I lead him over to the living area and we sit at a comfortable distance from each other. It was bit awkward and we shared a few shy glances here and there and it was a little hard for me to spark up a conversation.

“I’m sorry if this weird but I just had to meet you.” My head tipped to the side muddled by what he had said. “And why’s that, we just met.” “I’ve heard a lot about you so I had to meet and what they said is true.” “What’s true, who’s they and what did they say?” I was bit nervous. I didn’t know if this was anything bad or who had told him about me so this is kinda worrying me. But not that it really mattered. “That you’re a very beautiful woman, and so kind.” Like that I was I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks and the way he looked at me made my heart skip a beat.

“T-thank you but I’m not beautiful.” He scoots closer to me “that’s not true, in fact I think you’re very, alluring.” The way the words rolled off his tongue made me shiver. 

We were both now starting to slowly lean in closer and closer to each other but, it was almost as if I was being hypnotized as I stared into his dark hooded eyes.

I stopped him and was able to snap out of my tranced like state. “Jimin, I can’t do this, Like I said we’ve only just met and this isn’t right.” I looked down already feeling bad for rejecting him and not wanting to see the disappointment on his face but, to my surprise I hear him snigger a bit. “Ah, you’re right I’m very sorry.” he stood up and gave me a cheery grin “Let’s hang out again, ok?” He waved and quickly left me there. I stared towards the direction he went and just kinda pondered, he seemed a little to joyful? I shrugged it off not wanting to think too much into it.

I guess it’s just the way he is.

As jimin exited her home that sweet smile slowly faltered into a dark scowl. There was definitely something about that girl. She was different compared to namjoon’s other victims, even his own. Now he sees why namjoon is trying to closer to her, and jimin just had to have her.

Looks like you have a lot more on your hands namjoon, he smirks suddenly, I’ve just joined your little game.

He seemed to walk in coolly as he entered the place he called home, a place he shared with his brothers and didn’t really bother to greet them as he walked passed them and tried slipping into his room. But before he could his name was being called. He stopped and with a sigh he turned to face the leader himself. “Where the hell were you?” he shrugged “ I’ve just been strolling around, it’s really none of your concern.” His hyung glares at him while jimin gave him that cocky smirk. “You’re right it’s really not but knowing you, trouble always follows.” Jimin snickers “so, what are you going to do?”

Namjoon rolled his eyes “there’s nothing that can stop you is there.”

“I guess you can say that.”

With a shake of his head namjoon walked away from his childish dongsaeng. “Oh and namjoon” “yeah?” “I would start keeping an closer eye on that special girl of yours.“ Namjoon could already see the mischievous smile growing in his face. He quickly faced jimin with a glare "I swear to god  jimin if you do anything and I mean anything you’re-” jimin shushed him, putting his finger on his lips. Namjoon swatted away his hand annoyed “Now I didn’t say I was involved now did I hyung.” There was that teasing smile that namjoon hated so much. “I simply said to watch her a bit more closely." 

"Softly, softly" - Berena Mini Fic (Missing Scene from I Do, I Do, I Do)

Bernie watches through the glass as Serena ends the call on her mobile and drops it wordlessly on the hospital bed. Her shoulders round forward and Bernie feels her chest tighten when Serena’s slender fingers close around her daughter’s hand, white knuckled. There is no sound but the steady blip of the machine keeping Elinor Campbell alive, and the unsteady breaths from her mother as she helplessly watches over her.

Bernie enters the room finally, feels as though she’s trespassing on this sacred moment between mother and daughter, but moves to stand behind Serena, lifting a hand to touch her again but letting the hand still in the air instead before retracting it.

“There isn’t much we can do now Serena,” Bernie knows how ridiculous her words sound, speaking the horror that Serena’s already aware of. But Serena doesn’t say anything, merely nods her head once and keeps her eyes fixed on her daughter’s resting face.

“Please let me take you home and rest, Morven will call if anything changes.”

Bernie doesn’t expect Serena to respond and is surprised when she whispers a soft, shaky, “Yes.”

Her arms are around Serena’s shoulders, helping her to stand and she takes the weight of her as she helps her out of the room and down the corridor. They don’t go to the office, Bernie has had the foresight to collect their things, but she pauses to wrap Serena’s coat around her shoulders before they move through the hospital and outside.

Serena hesitates where earlier she had kneeled on the pavement at Jason’s side, fear folding in on her heart like a vice. Bernie senses it and gives her a moment before helping her further on towards her car. She settles Serena in the passenger seat, buckles her seat belt, strokes her hair gently before closing the door and pulling a deep breath of cold night air into her lungs.

Bernie doesn’t take Serena to her home. Instead, she makes the turn to her own apartment knowing that it will be too hard for Serena to return to her empty house. Instead of watching television in the sitting room, Jason lays in a hospital bed recovering from life threatening injuries. Instead of applying her mascara at the kitchen table, Elinor lays unconscious with little hope of recovery and everything against her in a hospital bed on a higher floor. Bernie knows that very little of home remains at Serena’s house.

When they finally make it to Bernie’s bedroom, she pulls the warmest pajamas she can find out of her drawers, helps Serena out of her clothes and into them, and coaxes her beneath the duvet. Serena offers little resistance. Bernie sheds her own clothes and pulls discarded pajamas from a previous night on to her body before slipping in to bed next to Serena.

The moon shines through the gap in the curtains and illuminates Serena’s tear stained, swollen face. Her eyes search Bernie’s for a long time and Bernie reaches gentle fingertips up to caress her cheek.

“Bernie–” Serena starts to speak, but her chin rumples, tears spill down her cheeks, wetting the pillow. Sobs wrack through her body and Bernie pulls her close, holding her tightly.

Serena feels impossibly fragile in her arms, like antique porcelain, thin and cracking from years of wear, from repeated drops and damage. Bernie wishes she could say something, anything to take the burden off of her but she knows there is nothing to say. She could tell her she has been there. That she lost a thirteen year old daughter of her own many years back, that she understands what she’s going through. But she doesn’t. Her own grief is nothing like Serena’s and will never be. No grief is ever the same.

So she holds Serena tightly, whispers softly in her ear, “I have you, I have you,” and doesn’t let go.


((Okay, I need to say something and it is important, so please read this.

I got some flames saying that I’m homophobic and that I should delete this blog because of this and all that shit. So. Get it in your heads:


Got it? Good.

I myself am queer. I know how fucked up homophobic slurs are (even though I’m not homosexual) and I think it is shit to judge someone because of their sexuality. (Let me tell you, even if it is none of your concern, that I am biromantic asexual—I was often attacked from within the LGBTQIA+ community, thankyouverymuch. ‘You are not queer if you, as a woman, are in a relationship with a man.’ ‘You are not part of our community because asexuals never fought for our rights.’ And so on, and so on. You get it? Good.)

But let me explain, why Theseus is homophobic, though. And yes, he is to a certain degree, I won’t deny this. But the character is not me! Get it in your heads, please!

Theseus has his reasons to be this way—that doesn’t make it right how he acts. There was something in his past that makes him more homophobic than he would’ve been without this experience but I won’t tell you what I headcanon. Also, it was illegal to be openly gay at that time in England! Please keep the time that we are in in mind!

Labouchere Amendment:

Any male person who, in public or private, commits, or is a party to the commission of, or procures, or attempts to procure the commission by any male person of, any act of gross indecency with an other male person, shall be guilty of a misdemeanour, and being convicted thereof, shall be liable at the discretion of the Court to be imprisoned for any term not exceeding two years, with or without hard labour.

So. Illegal. And Theseus isn’t the most open person about this—not everyone is accepting of queer people. While someone like Queenie is more open about sexualities and more accepting, there are a lot of people (the majority if we are honest) that aren’t accepting of these kind of things in that time.

I know that @mrpercivalgraves stated on their blog that Graves and Theseus had a relationship in the past—and that is canon for our blogs—so Theseus is at least bisexual (I headcanon him as gay but he is suppressing it more or less). But that doesn’t mean that he can’t be homophobic. He is. I want him to be because he isn’t perfect and it causes some kind of conflict.

I’m sorry that I had to make this entry and I’m sorry for the mistakes and if it’s a bit messy but I’m just drained and I don’t want to discuss this anymore. Please understand that I know a bit about designing characters as I am roleplaying and writing for over ten years now. Characters have their faults and that’s okay. This may be a major fault but—hell—I still think it is a good idea. Keep it real and all.

The character is not me.

Thanks for reading and have a nice day!))

anonymous asked:

62 & 76 in the same one? :-)

62. “If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?” + 76. “Please put your penis away.”

NOTE: I literally just DON’T know how write smut so please forgive me, but let me give a try. GIF picture credit to @thugshawn 💞


“Baby,” you placed your head on Shawn’s chest, your eyes still shut. Shawn was probably half asleep because kissed my head when I laid down my sleepy head. “I can’t sleep.”

He smirked, letting his fingers slid though your silky hair. Shawn kisses your forehead, making you hum in a quiet bedroom which was filled with love, some lust and happiness.

If you can’t sleep,” Shawn leaned closer to you, “we could have sex? I mean, of course, if you want to.”

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To The Four of Us (Part Three)

Hey y’all it’s ya girl back with part three of my lil modern Hamilton college AU! I seem to have accumulated some readers which is pretty lit and hey if you wouldn’t mind reblogging so others can share in the jOY OF MY WRITING (haha just kidding) that would be awesome!! 

Part one can be found here

Part two can be found here

I’ll probably make a masterpost later today so all the parts can be found together but we’ll see how that goes.

Let me know what you think of the text conversations bc I’m not sure how to format them (transcribing texts is so awkward yoU GUYS????)

And, as always, PLEASE let me know what you think!!! I can tag you when I update if you like, just shoot me a message so i know!!

words: 1,692

soundtrack song: Nine in the Afternoon - Panic! At the Disco

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My North Star (pt 5)

Originally posted by bwiseoks

A/N: So I said I make the parts shorter…I lied. I hope you like this though! Let me know if you want a part 6! and please tell me what you think of this part as well :D 

Length: 4k words

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: Angst, romance, fluff

Summary: You were in love with your best friend and he was the one constant in your life. But what happens when the new girl comes along? And another guy tries to win your heart?

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