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ntarsm188097  asked:

8- nessian plz

@ntarsm188097 fighting which leads to make-up sex. Enjoy!

Fighting Headcanon:

- Words are thrown like daggers in their fights.

- Nesta is a killer when it comes to poison-laced insults that strike as a viper would.

- Cassian gives it back as good as he gets. He can read Nesta like those damned books she insists on hiding behind when she is angry and doesn’t want to talk.

- When they finally confront each other they are facing off with their personal spaces dissolving between them as they stand off.

- Cassian towers over Nesta, but that doesn’t deter her from poking his leather covered chest. She is prodding a beast who is barely restraining himself from releasing a wave of words that is sure to drown her.

- They bare their teeth in a midst of snarls and barbed words made to make the other loose their footing in the argument.

- They’ll taunt and bait the other while stepping closer until there is barely any space between their bodies.

- Finally when they are exhausted their chests will rise and fall in quick patterns. Nesta is so close to Cassian that her heaving breasts actually brush against his chest where his heartbeat is thundering underneath the skin.

- Suddenly they launch at each other. Not to punch or kick.

- Nesta’s lips smash against Cassian’s mouth as they roughly kiss one another. 

- Cassian lifts Nesta up and they end up knocking into every piece of furniture in the room. They kiss and press each other against anything to get stability. The wall is where they usually go first. 

- Cassian will place his hand on the back of Nesta’s head to cushion it as he shoves her against the wall to kiss her fiercely.

- Nesta grips him tight and pulls him closer while scratching at him in an effort to remove his clothing.

- All the while they are murmuring “I fucking love you”, “Let’s put that dirty mouth of yours to good use” and “Shut-up and kiss me already-!”

- They don’t even notice the glass shattering as Nesta bumps into a vase or the crash of the small coffee table that Cassian kicks aside to make room to put Nesta onto the ground.

- From there it’s rough make-up sex that gradually becomes softer until Cassian and Nesta are lying in a panting heap on the floor. Cassian will grab a blanket off the couch before wrapping them up in it.

- Nesta kisses the scratch marks she made on Cassian.

“Sorry if that I hurt you,” Nesta murmurs against Cassian’s heated skin.

Trust me Nes. I did not mind in the slightest. But if you really want to make it up to me…” Cassian waggles his eyebrows until Nesta sighs with a smile on her face.

“Fine I’ll send Rhys a letter that we can’t go to work tomorrow.”

“Good,” Cassian pulls her close. “’Cause I’m not done with you yet.”

Life in Pieces

An anniversary drabble requested by @everyjourneylove “I came here to explain what happened and I’m not leaving until you listen.” + “Don’t say you love me.”

You spat the thick bile into the bucket, the sick gathering at the bottom in a repulsive pool. Another morning of sleeplessness. The tenth day of your malady though you were beginning to suspect it was more than illness. You leaned heavily against the wall, your legs splayed across the floor around the pail you emptied your stomach into.

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Thiam Week Day 4: Friends to Lovers

**Note** This is part 3 of the story. Parts 1 and 2 are already posted


Liam woke up to an empty bed and closed his eyes in disappointment. He took a deep breath in and immediately knew Theo had left a while ago because his scent was faint. Angrily shaking his head at himself for getting so in to the game the previous night, thinking he probably scared Theo away.  Rolling over he grabbed his phone off the night stand and saw he had multiple missed texts from Mason and Corey and one from his mom. Opening the group chat they had started when all the scary stuff was going down, he read as Mason and Corey both questioned where he was, if he was okay, and threatening to kill Theo if he did anything to him. And there it was. Theo. He had done something to him. He had kissed him and it made Liam want him in more ways than one.

Liam chucked his phone across the room, annoyed with himself for letting his unexplained gravitation to Theo cloud his judgement. He made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth after hopping out of bed, punching his pillow a few times, and scowling at the new hole in his wall from where the phone hit. Rinsing his mouth out he heard his phone start to ring and made his way to retrieve it. Figuring it was his mom checking up on him he answered without looking at the caller id.

“Hello?” he called out, mentally preparing for the list of questions he was sure to get about the house and his well-being. What he wasn’t ready for was the deep raspy voice that flowed through his ear and caressed his body like a touch.

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anonymous asked:

Can we get a prompt where chuuya is afraid of thunder but dazai is there comforting him??

This is so fluffy. I have no excuse. Chuuya is literally my cats in thunder. I hope you enjoy!

There was no way to determine when Dazai would drop by his house - he did so at random, dropping by when it was most convenient. It was infuriating for Chuuya, who simply wanted some peace and quiet.

Chuuya…” Dazai whined, from where he lay on the couch. He was spread out, legs hanging over the side, dangling just over the carpet. He had dispelled his jacket by the door, (Chuuya refused to pick it up. The bastard could do it himself.)

Chuuya propped his hip against the entry to his kitchen, glaring at the man in his house. His head, tipped back and watching the windows, exposed his neck, the sunlight outside shining over his adam’s apple.

“Dazai… why are you here?” He glared at the brunette.

Dazai raised an eyebrow, “I’ve been here every night for dinner, dummy.”

Chuuya frowned. Now that he thought about it, Dazai had been over pretty much every night…

“Why?”

Dazai finally sat up, and shrugged. “You’re a good cook. I almost burnt down my house last week, soo…”

The redhead shook his head, taking in a deep breathe. “So you’re literally just here for the food.”

“Amongst other things.” Dazai grinned, winking at Chuuya. In turn, Chuuya flipped him off, retreating into the kitchen.

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About ten minutes after they ate their meal together, (punctuated by Chuuya’s frequent glares and snarky comments) the weather took a turn for the worse.

Chuuya was honestly just trying to read. He had insisted Dazai do the dishes if he was going to mooch off of him, and had made himself comfortable on the couches, book out and the constant lull of sink water in the background.

By the time the clouds had turned dark and gray, Chuuya was lost in his novel, and didn’t notice the rumble of agitation that spread across the city. Instead, he watched Dazai walk out of the kitchen and settle next to him on the couch.

“Whatcha reading?” Dazai asked, poking the brown leather cover.

“A book,” Chuuya rolled his eyes, moving his hands from Dazai’s reach. The brunette smiled, and fell down, laying his head on the redhead’s lap.

“What are you doing?” Chuuya asked, flipping a page.

“Laying in your lap.”

“I can see that but-”

Crack!

Chuuya jumped as the loud drum rolled through the air, punctuated by the crack is lightning splitting the horizon in two. He tensed, shoulders raised high, and even noticed Dazai tense up.

“Chuuya… are you alright?”

“Mhmm.” Chuuya nodded. Just read your book. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t need to know.

The thunder hit again, causing Chuuya to drop his book, the sound silent against the chaos outside, and clap his hands over his ears. Dazai sat up, looking down at him with soft eyes.

“Are you… scared of the thunder?” His voice carried no lilt of teasing, though Chuuya would have thought it would. Instead, it was soft. Concerned. The most gentle he had been in a very long time.

Chuuya glared up at him. “What do you think?”

Dazai smiled, and wrapped an arm around Chuuya’s back. Chuuya stiffened against the feel of his chest pressing against his shoulder.

The thunder cracked, and Chuuya jumped again.

He scowled at Dazai, who was watching the redhead curl into a smaller and smaller ball.

“Chuuya…” Dazai said, bringing his other arm over Chuuya’s torso, pulling him onto his lap. “Calm down.”

He rubbed his hands up and down Chuuya’s back, burying his nose in the soft hairs settled into the crook of his neck. He hummed softly, massaging the pads of his fingers against his hips, hot breathe rolling over his cheeks.

“You’re going to be fine.” Dazai murmured, one hand tangling up in his hair. Chuuya scowled against his neck, but allowed himself to melt into the brunette. He couldn’t hear what Dazai said, but he could hear the tone. He felt a wave of calm, a rush of warmth as Dazai ran his hands all over him.

He felt safe.

(The next morning, he and Dazai woke on the couch, curled up against each other and sleeping peacefully. He slapped Dazai, though the brunette just smiled with stars in his eyes and cupped the redhead’s cheeks.)

Softball (Jay x Reader smut)

  • Hello lovies! I am back. I took some reflecting and a longer than expected hiatus, but I am back. So here is an update. Thank you @thefallingnerd for requesting!! I am in love with the new update. Makes writing easier.
  • Warning: This is smut. Some locker room smut.
  • Summary: You just finished softball and Jay meets you in the locker room. Things get pretty heated.

Originally posted by dcomgifs

You gasped as the cold metal of the locker collided with your back. You threw your head back as Jay’s lips trailed from your lips to your neck. You tore Jay’s shirt open. Jay looked up surprised as you smirked. He began to laugh as you took off your uniform.


Jay picked you up and your back hit the wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist. You felt his member poking through his leather pants. He let out a groan at the contact. He set you down on the bench.


Jay unbuttoned his pants and slid them off. You leaned forward and touched his pecks. Your fingers then trailed down as you let out a shaky breath. He was beautiful. Jay let out a laugh snapping you out of your thoughts. You giggled at him. He leaned forward and gave you a butterfly kiss.


You brought him closer. Jay gave you a look. You nodded and relaxed your body. Jay removed your panties and slid his off. He then positioned himself infront of your entrance.


Jay thrusted himself slowly letting out a soft groan. You let out a shaky moan. Your hand held the bleacher under you for support. Jay’s pace began to quicken. Raggedy breaths escapes your lips. Jay’s hand interlaced with yours.


“(Y/N), I’m so close.” he grunted. You but your lip and nodded.


“Me too Jay.” You called out. Jay’s thrusts slowed down. You felt your stomach tighten and then you released. Jay pulled out and released all over your stomach. You two looked into each other’s eyes. Jay let out a small laugh. He got up and extended his hand.


“Let’s get you cleaned up, captain of the winning softball finals.” He smiled.

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Peggy’s a very good friend. Angie, well, Angie’s the sort of friend who will talk you into coming to some downtown performance art but never actually show. Luckily for Peggy, that works out just fine.


Peggy tapped her toe and checked her watch for at least the twelfth time that hour. Angie was officially late. She checked her phone. Scratch that, at this point Peggy had officially been stood up.

Poor form, she texted, before slipping it back into her purse and heading for a refill at the bar. The only reason she was here was to support Angie, and if she didn’t actually have to play that role tonight, she was going to get a bit tipsy on cheap wine before leaving at the interval to go home and snuggle up with some new cases to review for Judge Swain. Commercial litigation was not what Peggy wanted to focus on for the rest of her career, but a federal clerkship in her adopted hometown was not something she could have passed up.

Behind her, another poet stood up near a wall of photos and began speaking in that slow patter. Peggy gulped her wine a little faster and eyed the exit door, manned by an overeager usher. Peggy didn’t think she could sneak past her to get out any earlier than the halfway point. Damn Angie for stranding her here.

“Pssst, over here.” Peggy heard a low voice to her left. She looked over, but all she could see was the toe of a leather oxford poking out from behind a pillar. Some few feet above the oxford, a tray of appetizers slid into view. “You grab me a glass of that wine and I’ll share the cheese plate I liberated,” the voice said. His voice was a pleasant baritone.

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anonymous asked:

Kinda following up on the previous asks about the skates, how much do they usually cost? I can't imagine them being more than a couple hundred USD but maybe I'm wrong. (The top of the line ones I mean)

The top of the line figure skates are generally $650-$800ish depending on brand. That’s without blades (those are priced and purchased separately). And also without having any adjustments to the boots done such as heat-forming, custom insoles, poking out the leather by the toes etc. 

(Nathan Chen goes through boots approximately every SIX. WEEKS. I’m pretty sure Jackson, a skate company, is a sponsor, but think if you had to pay that yourself XD)

I’m gonna post a pic that has a story to it ^^
So, in Elisabeth, while some versions have Lucheni use a knife to kill Sisi, the actual murder weapon was a 3-sided industrial file. About 2 years ago, I was helping in the costume shop at school, and I had to run to the supply room to look for an awl or similar sharp pointy thing in order to poke holes in leather (needed to tighten some armor straps). I get out the box of distressing tools (things we use to make clothing look old/worn/etc) and see something that looks like it has a sharp end. I pick it up, and almost immediately realize what I’m holding.

A three-sided industrial file.

Cue me doing a rather bad Lucheni impression:

You can also search my blog for the tag “MUN” and find more pictures of me ^_^

Better With You By My Side

prompt: Dan and Phil are both sons of rich families and are sent to ballroom dancing lessons. Because there is a shortage of girls, Dan and Phil end up as partners. Phil really doesn’t want to be there and Dan doesn’t either, but is so frustrated by the fact Phil doesn’t want to dance with him he is determined to get him to.

a/n: wow wtf i didnt realise how long this is sorry ogm i think i got a little carried away btu i hope it makes up for not updating last week tally ho

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Chapter Thirteen

Dan lets what Phil had said stick in his mind for a little longer than he’d wanted it to.

And by that ridiculous understatement, he means it had completely and utterly consumed every conscious thought sitting in his mind, making it immensely difficult to try and think of anything else that wasn’t Phil, Ryan, or those fucking blue eyes.

Not your best, Daniel.” Mrs. Rotherham raises her eyebrows, dropping Dan’s History test on the table with a condescending clatter. He sighs, picking up and letting himself be met with the bold letter C glaring back at him in fierce red ink, causing his stomach to drop with the realisation of how much it’d been starting to affect his schoolwork. Granted, he’s not, and never had been the most focused of students, and he’d admit to spending more lesson time with his eyes glued to the window at whatever was happening on the other side of the glass rather than whatever dull information was being plonked onto the board in front of him, but it’d never affected him this much.

He gulps, nibbling his lip and shoving the paper into his bag with a rushed crumple before anyone else caught sight of his embarrassing grade; especially considering if he reached anything below that, he could kiss Welfeather, and a secure chance of an Oxford University application goodbye.

Well, at least he could return back to Fernhaven if that did end up happening.

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PerSUEDE me *groan*

A/n How did Finn come to own his leather jacket?

The cobwebbed decorated attic was a treasure trove aching to be explored  by grubby chubby hands.  When opportunity knocked Finn would race after his Dad up the wobbly ladder and hoist himself into the rickety attic balancing on the exposed beams of wood.

‘Finn, I told you. No. Down the ladder now it’s not safe up here’ Owen weakly chastised him. Finn looked up earnestly at him ‘But but Daddy it’s fun up her..Oh look remember this’ he said brandishing a dusty tattered Hallowe’en mask. ‘Down to your Nan while I do this’ Owen said bum rushing Finn to the trapdoor. Finn stopped abruptly ‘Dad please can I have a look around I’ll be careful I promise’ he whined fluttering his long lashes. Owen shook his head even at the tender age of six Finn knew with a simple bat of his lashes he would get anything he wanted. He’ll have girls falling at his heels when he’s older. Owen chuckled to himself. ‘Fine but don’t come whining to me if you fall on a rusty nail’. Rummaging through all the boxes Finn pulled out the rattles and babygrows, Owen smiled fondly shaking his head as he thought his little man was once so small he could rest comfortably in the crook of his elbow. Turning back to his mammoth task of detangling fairy lights from a roll of unused insulation.

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emma’s red jacket is missing. it isn’t in the loft and it isn’t at the station and it isn’t somewhere else careless, flung over a chair in the author’s mansion or on the floor in the back of the patrol car. emma is missing and her armor against the world is missing (she’d worn it so many times, the night of you’re henry’s birth mother? and the day of so what do we do? and the day of kale salad and root beer and the day when they’d jumped into a car together to fight fate). 

regina carries the weight of its absence like she carries the weight of the dagger with emma swan’s name on it against her thigh and she carries the weight of its absence like she carries a late night in her crypt when emma had just wanted them to be friends. regina carries the weight of its absence like she does henry as he sobs and snow as she sobs and regina’s supposed to be happy, right? emma died for regina to be happy. (emma lost her childhood so regina could be happy, too, and she rages and shouts and rails at the world when she’s all alone sometimes. none of this is fair. not for emma. emma deserved–)

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Amnesia

“I’m going to be the death of you,” she murmured.* She bent her attention to the wooden box and bowed her head over it as she set about opening it. 
Right as she was about to denounce it as too much effort to safely carry on attempting, the lid popped open under her fingers. She lifted it cautiously, but encountered no further resistance, and revealed to the dim light an odd collection of trinkets. A very small dagger in a furred sheath nestled in a tangle of thin leather thongs and little flat stones with characters carved on them. She drew the dagger from its sheath to inspect it, but set it aside without sheathing it again upon noticing something gleaming beneath the knotty leather thongs. Poking through the thicket, Miriam discovered the bottom of the box was covered in coins, some recognizable currencies, some not. She lifted the thongs out of the box to sort through them and discovered they were heavier than she’d anticipated, due to a wide copper cuff dangling from the mess of leather strings. 
She shook it somewhat loose from its bonds, then picked it out of the leather to inspect it more closely. 
As she raised it to her eye level, she felt as though her fingertips were hollow, and filled with an odd sort of buzzing. It seemed to travel up her arm, through her neck, and into her head, spreading out beneath her skin before seeping in through her eye sockets and billowing to fill the space inside her skull. She blinked rapidly and tried to gasp down a full breath as she felt something blanket her mind, and her fingers tightened spasmodically around the copper cuff.

Cathy and Carson both stumbled where they stood as something like a shockwave knocked them all to the ground, with Miriam ending up on her knees holding the knife still up in somewhat warding manner.
Cathy felt as thought there were suddenly many voices rising and screaming through her, traveling up from the base of her skull and leaving only white static in its space. She sat up in a daze, feeling peculiar and… light. Was that the word? Or was it only that everything around her seemed to glimmer in a foggy sort of dream fashion. She was having trouble focusing, though things did draw into narrow and sharpen when her eye fell on the knife in the blonde woman’s hand.
“H-hey, what’s… What are you going to do with that?” she asked, her eyes wide as she scooted back and started to stand.
Her eye was drawn to another source of movement–some tall, skinny guy who seemed to have fallen against a big, ornate mirror. He looked mostly harmless, but she was glad they were all in fairly separate corners of this big… incredibly messy room. Now that… Was that right? It seemed kind of right. Like there was a task here, but… how did she get where? Where was here, for that matter? Her head was mist rolling down her shoulders and she didn’t recognize these hilly bluffs at all.

Imagine your headstrong little girl (Alt. Title: Pwince Woki)

TITLE:  Imagine your headstrong little girl (Alternate Title:  Pwince Woki)

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT:  Chapter III

AUTHOR:  tomstinkerbell

ORIGINAL IMAGINE:  Imagine your headstrong little girl … 

RATING:  T

NOTES/WARNINGS:

Thank you for the wonderful response to this story!

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Seconds later, a woman you recognize as Black Widow burst into the room, and she’s followed quickly by the rest of the Avengers, including Loki’s brother.

Lily freezes a bit at all of the strangers who were standing around and staring at her and Loki, cringing her little body against him - not bothering to look to you for protection, but looking for and finding it with him.  You see his arms close around her as he stands, taking her with him and holding her against his chest.

“Princess Lily,” he says, patting her leg comfortingly, “I would like to present to you to my - ” he hesitates just a second there - “my friends.  This is Dr. Banner,” he starts with the one of them that looks the most innocuous  … currently.

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