lind--zee  asked:

For the oneshots: I saw this AU on AUIdeas Tumblr! "Character A is a musician who has been practicing fervently in order to ace an upcoming audition. Character B lives in the apartment below Character A, and Character B has taken to harmonizing and signing along to Character A’s music while they practice on the balcony." BTW I love your account <3

@lind–zee  here you go!  I really hope you like this!  Omg I loved writing this so much <3 <3

There it was again, that soft tune that sounded like honey reverberating through the thin walls of the apartment complex.  It was every night around six o’clock that it started, sweet and fervent.  Natsu could tell that the harp’s owner was dedicated to their work because they practiced diligently everyday.  Natsu could only guess that, during the day on the days when he didn’t have work, they were off at practice, perhaps for an audition or for a solo show.

The tune was so sweet and melodic, it reminded him of the most beautiful sunny day, his cat’s, Happy, purr, and the warmth of a family.  When it first had started, Natsu had found himself humming along with the soft sound that traveled down through the floor from the apartment above him and harmonizing his voice to the song they practiced.  Natsu would never allow anyone but Happy to hear him, but he often sang quietly when he was alone, in the shower, the car- he found it relaxing whether he was good at it or not.

Once Natsu had really figured out the melody the musician was practicing tirelessly, he found the words for it and began to sing them in tune with the harpist.  It took him a while to figure out the song, but once he found the one that fit, he had felt excitement bubble in him.  Sure, he wasn’t the one practicing, but it was almost like having a secret friend to share the passion of music with.

Now I’ve heard there was a secret cord, that David played and it pleased the lord…”  Natsu started low as the harp picked up.  Right at six o’clock sharp.  Natsu desperately hoped that whoever it was got what they wanted after practicing so hard.

But you don’t really care for music, do you?”  Natsu smiled at the irony of the line.  Natsu liked listening to forms of rock, but something about Leonard Cohen really spoke to him.  His song was one that Natsu thought he could sing fairly well.

It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift, the baffled king composing hallelujah.”  Natsu’s voice picked up a bit as he got into the song that he had rehearsed almost as much as the harpist had practiced playing it.

Hallelujah….  Hallelujah….”  Happy blinked up at him sleepily and yawned, relaxed by the song and the harp in harmony with each other.  “Hallelujah….  Hallelujah…”  The harp still played on strong and Natsu felt as though the lyrics poured out straight from his soul; it was a relaxing way to spend his evenings.  He was sure that some people probably wouldn’t be happy to hear the same thing every night, over and over again, but he loved it.  He had found himself rushing home if he was running late to make sure that he was in his apartment before six o’clock, it was something he yearned for by the end of the day.

Your faith was strong but you needed proof, you saw her bathing on the roof, her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya….”  Natsu sang out, his voice louder than before as he put his heart into it.  The song being preformed on the harp made Natsu imagine an angel, long blonde hair blowing in the breeze, and a sweet smile on her face.

She tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne, and she cut your hair, and from your lips she drew the hallelujah…” Natsu was taking in deep breaths for each verse, he had gotten used to the pacing of the song and was able to keep up unlike when he first started.  “Hallelujah….  Hallelujah….  Hallelujah….  Hallelujah…”

Happy purred in content, his tail over his nose as he lay curled up on the back of Natsu’s couch.

You say I took the name in vain, I don’t even know the name, but if I did, well really, what’s it to you?”  Natsu wished he knew the person behind the harp.  He wanted to compliment them on their performance and let them know how much he and Happy enjoyed their nights because of them.

There’s a blaze of light in every word, it doesn’t matter which you heard, the holy or the broken hallelujah…”  The song was so sad and sweet, Natsu felt emotions well up inside him as he stood in the middle of his living room carrying out the words.

Hallelujah….  Hallelujah….  Hallelujah….  Hallelujah…”  The final verse was coming and it filled Natsu with excitement, enough to belt out the song a little higher, and with a little more passion.

I did my best, it wasn’t much, I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch, I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you…” Natsu brought his hands up to his chest as he sang out loud in contentment.  “And even though it all went wrong, I’ll stand before the lord of song, with nothing on my tongue but hallelujah….”  Natsu wondered what it would be like to find someone that made him so desperately happy no matter what happened.  Someone that brought him to his knees because of their beauty and demeanor.

Hallelujah….  Hallelujah….  Hallelujah…  Hallelujah…-”  Knock, knock.  “Hallelujah…  Hallelujah… Hallelujah…  Hallelu-”  There it was again.  Knock, knock.  The harp had stopped a few moments before Natsu had finished his verses.  Knock, knock.  Happy’s ears perked up and Natsu finally realized someone was knocking on his door.  Flustered, he quickly composed himself and rushed over to the door.  He opened it in a haste, before looking in the peephole, and there before him was someone who took his breath away.

“The angel?”  Natsu breathed out and the girl, long blonde hair cascading past her shoulders, an olive green jacket and tank top, and shorts to match, looked up at him in confusion.

“Er…  Excuse me?”  She squeaked out, a blush on her face.

“S-sorry…  What can I do for you?”  Natsu stammered and the girl smiled apologetically.

“U-um…  Was that you singing?”  She asked looking up at him through her eyelashes.  Natsu’s face immediately went red and he felt his body prickle with nervous sweat.

“O-oh…  Y-yeah, sorry, I’ll stop now.  Sorry.”

“No!”  The girl suddenly burst out and then laughed lightly.  “I mean, you sound amazing…  I was just playing Hallelujah on my harp actually.”  She admitted and a lightbulb went of in his head.

“That’s you?” He practically gasped and the girl looked taken aback.  “S-sorry, it’s just, every night…  I listen to you play the harp.”  Natsu ran a hand through his hair embarrassedly.  The girl looked up at him in an almost amazed state.  “You play it so beautifully, I was so happy when I finally found the words to what you were playing.”

“O-oh…”  She squeaked out again and Natsu smiled down at her.

“I’m Natsu.”  He stuck out his hand in greeting.  “Thanks for making my nights more relaxing.”

“I-I’m Lucy.  Thank you for bringing my harp to life.”  She smiled and Natsu chuckled.

“It seems like you’re practicing for something important….  But if you have time, wanna come in for some tea?”  Natsu asked nervously; he didn’t want her to think that he was being too forward.

“I’d love to.”  Lucy smiled brightly up at him and Natsu lead her in his apartment.

“Hallelujah.”  Natsu whispered under his breath and closed the door behind him.

knock, knock;

you were right to stay away / all the crazy came out to play

plagued with a sadistic brain / couldn’t force myself to stay sane

i crushed glass against your heart / never forgave you for your part

the whispers entwined my veins / my throat collapsed against the chains

we were lost in translation / no scraps, no records of our reverberation

scattered across the gaps of history unfilled / stopped existing & killed

everyone in my head / the laughter, the hate, the endless dread

no one to answer “who’s there?” / no one to hear the prayer

[are you there, god, it’s me, the devil’s whisper…]

This is probably one of my favourite scenes from the show. Ever. It tells us so much of the way the Diamonds interact with one another and how they interact with the gems around them. 

When BD is rearing towards Steven, Yellow Diamond knows exactly what’s coming. She knows she’s about to be hit with a wave of Blue’s sadness.

Her eyes widen and she leans but doesn’t get up because she knows she can’t outrun it (without looking like a fool at that). 

Instead, she braces herself so that she can maintain her composure even as the tears come out.

And she never tells BD to stop crying. She lets the latter keep at it. That says a lot about the YD we know, who is running ragged because she lets Blue mourn while she works to pick up the slack for Blue and Pink Diamond.

It’s interesting too that Yellow Pearl and Blue Pearl aren’t caught unaware by the wave of Blue hitting them. Rather than express shock, they’re trying to maintain their composure as well. 

They’ve likely seen this before and have experienced it as well.

Blue Pearl more than Yellow, which might be why she can hold it together a little better.

Even the Zircons below don’t express surprise the way Steven did when BD’s tears first started coming out of his eyes. At the same time, they’ve sobered up and we’re left without the taunting and face-making from earlier in the episode. This means they’ve either heard rumours of or witnessed this in the past.

What I do want to point out is the reverberating sound that comes when Blue cries. That unique ding is probably what induced the crying and Lars is unaffected by it.

That must mean that Blue’s powers, and similar gem abilities work with the use of sound waves that affect other gems via their gemstones or light bodies. 

A Lesson in Love (The End)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,898

A/N: This is it, y’all. We’ve finally reached the final part of the series and, because I’m a sentimental son of a gun, I’ll post a proper goodbye post to this story sometime in the next day or two.

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - Without you, there would be no ALiL. I can’t thank you enough for you endless support.

Originally posted by caps-bucky

You wake up early the next morning, eyes blinking wearily as you struggle to free yourself from the last remaining tendrils of slumber. It’s not a simple task, mostly because you’re still exhausted and all you want to do is fall go back to sleep.

But you can’t. Something woke you up and you need to figure out what it was.

As you begin to come to, so do your senses. A quick sweep around your surroundings lets you know that you’re not in your apartment and the feeling of someone wrapped around you is the only clue you need to figure out that you’re not alone. You turn your head slightly, nose catching the scent of antibacterial soap - a smell that your brain immediately connects to doctors and hospitals.


The last bit of confusion about your current location fades away as your brain catches up with your senses. You’re with Bucky.

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Reposting this because this needs to be in HD. haha.


I was actually unsure to ever gif this moment. I know that’s mostly the mama bear in me that feels protective toward sweet Ames, but I felt so uncomfortable hearing her doubts and fears. Those tears didn’t help. I just wanted to hug her and reassure her, because her man loves her even so deeply even though he hasn’t put a ring on it yet (and in his defense, it wasn’t for lack of trying).
Anyway, in the end I considered that I appreciate having the possibility to know more of how she feels, how supportive are the girls with each other, and the ending is objectively hilarious.

anonymous asked:

tell us some stories from your lighthouse job

well there was the time that i mentioned in the tags of that fart post where a tourist farted in the tower and it reverberated off the walls for a solid 3 seconds before stopping (plus i was speaking at the time and not laughing was literally the HARDEST thing ive ever had to do in my life)

there was this rock in the water that waves would keep splashing over and some tourists would think it was a whale. one guy in particular was super stoked and was cheering “there he goes again!!!! and AGAIN!! oh-HOO!!!! WOOOOO!!” and i didnt have the heart to tell him he was cheering for a rock

once a tourist came in with a blade of grass and asked us “what kind of plant is this”

there were 2 baby foxes living right behind the lighthouse and i would go visit them everyday and watch them play. heres a photoset i posted of them

special delivery

“How much time until your next delivery, Jeon?”

“Unfortunately only ten minutes, Miss,” the boy murmurs, almost sorrowfully, and you watch as his eyes flicker down to glance at his watch.

“Great—” your hands fly down to his polyester jumper and hurriedly pull at the zipper, “—that’s ten minutes for you to fuck me.”

In which your husband is never home and the evening delivery boy is just oh-so convenient.

tags: delivery boy!jungkook, husband!taehyung, adultery, oral sex

word count: 3,444

Originally posted by jeonsshi

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Earliest degrees of Capricorn: 0° Capricorn

A most important of mundane events has occurred during the birth of the individual; the Sun moving into a new sign. This signifies the dawn of Capricorn in ingress, there are powerful Capricorn energies present in the individual. Consciousness is alert and awake, and the individual expresses the qualities of Capricorn in its most innocent and altruistic manner. The person is worldly contributor whose needs are focused on providing and supplying. This is a fresh contract for the soul, so the exuberance here for Capricorn energies is rich and revered. The dedication, endurance, and graceful triumph over obstacles is admirable 

Early degrees of Capricorn: 0°-12° Capricorn

There is overbearing pressure internalised by the individual. There must be an intense intimacy formed with reality, a deep understanding of the processes of life so the individual retains their will throughout tremendous obstacle. Often reality presents a matrix of puzzles and mysteries, and the individual can be quite a detective in this sense, provoking and attempting to outwit reality. The individual can feel somewhat bound by karmic law, however the energies flow freely, so they are enduring dream weavers 

Mid degrees of Capricorn: 13°-22° Capricorn

Developing compassion amongst traumatic ordeals becomes the art of life. The responsibilities can seem harsh and confining. The karma of previous lifetimes reverberates throughout the body, so melancholies can emerge from mysterious places. Capricorn is a feminine sign, so the Mother Goddess vibrates her strongest here, there can be a deep affinity with nature, matriarchal consciousness, and power. The vision for the future can be inhibited here, the objectivity can blind the perspective and generate immense gloominess. The individual understands their purpose is entwined with a greater destiny. There is always the reminder of mortality 

Late degrees of Capricorn: 23°-30° Capricorn

The masculine qualities of Capricorn resonate powerfully here. There can be a tremendous spiritual nature, the individual can feel their destiny has been carved out by God. The individual can aim to be exemplary figure out society, tightly bound and dutiful. There must be a close identification with truth, no matter how gloomy this can be, but this can also be quite profound, the individual can tap into cosmic timing and generate the conscious wisdom accumulated over lifetimes. They uncover the veil and perceiving the fabric of all existence. The work is done on repaying karmic debts 


The Pawns And The Kings

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

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Smut

Plot: The reader is kidnapped, left alone in utter darkness. Once the day of her auctioning comes, she’s given to the head of one of the worlds most powerful gangs, Jungkook. She was nothing but a gift to him. But her little soul turns out to have the power to turn the tides in the worlds angriest ocean. And it turns out, Jungkook isn’t the only man whom eyes have settled upon her.

“Close your eyes.” He whispered, his breath tickling the fine hairs on my ear as they stood to attention, making an almost unbearable shiver rake down my spine.

I nodded, letting my eye lids fall shut to his command, the abundance of sight making my nerves jolt in curiosity of what was to come next. What my outcome will be.

His lips trailed down my exposed neck, delicately brushing across the expanse of skin until his hands joined in, running along my sides before they met my shoulders, pushing me down on the bed.

I sucked in a breath at the sudden forced movement, making sure my eyes were kept shut no matter how explosive the desire was to take a peek - to possibly seek out his advances meaning. To figure out his motive.

He straddled my waist, his eyes burning into my skull, “Tell me, (Y/N), what are you afraid of?” He asked, puzzling me with such a question in such a situation.

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Something About a Touch

It took me a month, but I finally did it. If you haven’t read the first part, you can so here. I also want to thank @twerkit-hxrry for being my eyes and ears throughout this grueling ordeal, and for helping me write the ‘Niall bathroom scene’. Seriously, thank you.

This part is a little shorter than the one before, but there’s still more to come with these two. And with that being said, enjoy. x

Harry was fucked.

He knew it from the moment he opened Instagram to find you had gracefully accepted his follower request, and was met with what he could only describe as ‘the most strikingly beautiful selfie to ever grace the palms of the earth’ – and what didn’t help was it was the same picture you had taken on his sofa only the day before, an empty chow mien box laid discarded on the table by your side.

The caption read: ‘Chow mieny soy sauce you want?’

A heavy quake erupted deep in Harry’s throat, a sound he could only describe as an unmanly squawk, and he instantly goes to cover his agape expression as he retains the joke he had told you just the night before.

He doesn’t take a second to think before he quickly double taps the photo, only just before noticing Niall had gotten there first, and continues scrolling.

It’s only a quarter passed eleven that morning, and you’ve been gone for two hours, and the one thing keeping him calmly situated in the comfort of his sofa is your scent left lingering on the hoodie he has taken upon wearing the moment you stepped foot out of his house – the same hoodie you claimed as your own the night before when, after grumpily swinging your legs over the sofa with a deep exhale, you trudged over to his wing chair to steal the Muscle Machine hoodie he had hanging over the back.

“Were you born in the Arctic?”

After sharing your intricate meal of Chinese takeaway, it was left to his surprise when you brought up the idea to break out the wine, and it dawned on Harry quickly that the second you start to bat your eyelashes and pout your lip out, there’s no way he could ever say no to you.

Another thing he learned about you was you were, in fact, very dangerous.

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Kageyama remained utterly true to his word. When he said he wanted to treat Shouyou well enough to make him want to stay, he had meant it.

The second morning Shouyou woke, again far, far later in the day than he’d ever been allowed at the temple, thanks to his daily duties and the bells that rang just after dawn. But here, at the villa, no one disturbed his rest. Even after he had pulled himself from slumber, he stayed curled under the whisper soft sheets, sinking into the cushioned bed below as the gentlest breeze rippled through the room, tossing his hair on his forehead where it poked out from under the covers.

A fine fragrance eventually caught his attention, sweet and delicate on the air, the freshness of flowers. It was so pleasant that it finally roused him fully and he sat up, wondering what it was, intent on investigating. Immediately, he found he need look no further than his bedside.

“Oh…” he gasped, rubbing his eyes as he took in the sight before him.

The entire floor of his room had been strewn with rose petals, all soft pink and white. 

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distractions » jjk » m

» request: plus size reader w jungkook ?? maybe kookie is a basketball player and the reader is a cheerleader? also: smutttt, thanks !!!

» genre: smut

» author’s note: i love plus size reader fics tbhhhh. i need more of them. also this felt so long to write but it’s not even that long :/// and i might make a plus size reader series if you all like this enough, so be sure to let me know! i love you honeybuns~~

» word count: 3.6k+

» warnings: plus size reader, basketball au, body worship, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, etc.

[nsfw under the cut]

A discontented groan sounds from the back of your throat as you pull your uniform on, a frown gracing your features as you realize the skirt is too small. The length is almost an inch too short, leaving your ass free to see. You swear under your breath, striding to the front of the locker room where your coach stands, chatting with the cheerleading captain.

“Coach, do we have another size up in the bottoms?” You ask, frowning as her eyes travel to your exposed rear end. She shakes her head with a scowl on her face, “Wear your safety shorts, Y/L/N.” She instructs, waving you off and turning back to the captain. You sulk back to your locker and look through for your safety shorts, sliding them on. Even your safety shorts have grown a bit too small, the very bottom of your asscheeks peaking out from the bottom of the thin white cloth. 

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“Hopefully, no one will notice” - Bruce Wayne x Reader (NSFW)

Summary : the story of how Bruce and his wife ended up with so many…marks on their bodies (stories this is referencing “She should cut her nails” and “Bruce…sucks”).

Hope you’ll like it, it’s kinda long sorry about that, I felt inspired ahem, especially you @harlequin-swan and blahblahblah : 

WARNING : If you are uncomfortable with smut, NSFW things, please, DO NOT read that fic. It is one of those that I have absolutely no shame writing. But I understand that not everyone like it. You can go check my not NSFW work though, I have way more of those :-). Anyway. Boom 2. :

(My masterlist blog here :


It started rather innocently, as it often does, with Bruce saying that you had the house for yourself. 

The kids were out with Alfred for the ENTIRE day, because it was grandmother’s day and…Well, they considered your lovely and sassy butler their grandfather, and thought it was unfair that there wasn’t a “grandfather’s day”, so decided that grandmother’s day was also for grandfathers and…Yeah, basically, they weren’t there. 

He wasn’t even implying anything. Just saying that you could relax together, without any of your kids coming to bother you. How great was that ? 

Usually, no matter what, if you’d just settle down to watch TV, or do anything really, if one of your children was in the area, you could be sure they’d come ask you for something, or just stay with you. You didn’t mind of course, but sometimes, you had to admit that being just with your Bruce was nice. 

Your initial plan was to watch a few movies, and rest, because the week you just had had been hectic, and you were both exhausted…Really, it was all about enjoying each other’s presence more than anything else. 

Laying on the couch, watching a stupid rom-coms (but if you and Bruce were honest, you both loved stupid rom-coms), you were just so damn comfortable.

He was laying across the couch, with you on top of him, a blanket thrown over you two, so warm, so relaxing, so comfortable.  

Yes. It started out so innocently. 

You went through two movies (which was a record by the way) before your fingers started to slowly go up his shirt, and his hands were sneakily moving down your pants. 

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And It’s Like No Time Has Passed

without trying very hard at all you can see bob’s current Look™ in this

(ao3) (general warning for 4x13 spoilers just in case)


Bellamy looks up like he’s been caught, pushing up his glasses and smiling guiltily. For all the times Clarke drew him over the past six years– on every spare piece of scrap paper she could find, every blank stretch of wall in the lab– she never imagined him like this: hair shaggy and long, the sharpness of his jaw shadowed with stubble, wearing glasses.

Smiling, easy and relaxed.

It feels wrong that most of her memories of him are shadowed by tension, broad shoulders pulled tight, jaw muscle jumping, gaze hard and canny. A soldier in wartime. Her heart aches that she gets to see him like this, gets to see him at all.

“What are you trying to say, Princess?”

His voice makes her breath catch.

Six years of talking to an empty radio channel, hoping against hope that she’d hear his voice coming through, but never really expecting it to. And now he’s here, and he’s answering back, and it’s just– it’s a lot to take in.

“Leave it to Bellamy Blake to find his way straight to the armory,” she says with feigned exasperation, and he ducks his head, smiling. “Most of your crew is enjoying the feast we prepared for you guys, but not you.”

“You think I’m gonna waste my first chance in six years to really get away from Murphy?”

Clarke laughs and comes to stand next to him, watching as he meticulously cleans each piece of the gun before him, fingers deft and sure. It’s pretty hot, if Clarke is honest with herself.

And she’s learned to be very honest with herself the past few years.

They’re barely touching, his arm skimming hers every time he moves, but it sets her heart racing fast as ever.

Get it together, Griffin. You’re not seventeen anymore.

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