rosie glow

“But it’s your birthday, Katie. Are you sure you don’t-”

“I’m really not in the mood for a party this year, mom. I just… want to spend time with my family.”

They usually ate in the kitchen these days, because the dining room always felt too empty. Colleen leaned over the island counter and Pidge met her mother’s hug halfway.


This time last year, every window in the Holt household was dark. If you’d gone inside, you would’ve found the living room couch to be made up as a bed, maybe big enough for two. And if you’d gone upstairs, you would’ve seen the door to the master bedroom shut and a door covered in Garrison stickers locked. 

There also wouldn’t have been anyone home, because the Holt family (at least, what was left of them) was out stargazing from the top of Pidge’s favorite hill. The three of them, Pidge, Colleen, and Gunther, huddled close together under the same blanket, telescope in between them and pointed up at the sky. Maybe they had a picnic, or a late night stack, and their dirty dishes were piled off to the side. Pidge excitedly chattered on about a constellation as she helped her mother carefully, reverently, set out two empty plates where they would have sat.

When Colleen settled back down, she had a single, tiny cupcake cupped in her hands. The rosy glow of the candle flickered over both of their faces, a little bit of light under the universe.

“Make a wish, Katie,” Colleen said, and in that moment things felt like before. Pidge smiled, cuddling Gunther closer as he wiggled his head through the crook of her arm. 

‘Please,’ she thought, as she closed her eyes and leaned forward. ‘Please let me find them.’

Rose Glow

Originally posted by kaimikachan

Character(s): Reader X Wonho, Minhyuk

Genre: soulmate!au, cheesy floof, smut

Warning(s): possessive!wonho, praise!kink, edging, kindof!exhibitionism(?)

Length: 5.5 k

Summary: Wonho doesn’t like Minhyuk. Never has, never will.

requested by the sweetest @honeyheonie (aka the softest soft to ever soft the planet)


Your mother tells you stories when you’re young, of spring blossoms and fluttering hearts and ticking clocks on your wrists. Of soulmates and the parts of you they complete.

When you first meet your soulmate, your wrist will show a clock that counts down to your first kiss.

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Unanimous (M) // BamBam & Mark Tuan

Originally posted by princemarkie

Pairing: BamBam x Reader x Mark

Genre: Smut, Threesome/Menage-a-trios, HouseMate!AU, Angst.

Summary; Upon returning to your boyfriend BamBam’s shared apartment after a crazy party, Mark finds himself wanting to join in on the fun you’re both having in BamBam’s bed.

Please note that this scenario is rated M for MATURE as it contains scenes of a sexual nature - drunken sex, threesome sex.

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(Draco Malfoy x Reader) She Drew Me pt.2

Please read Pt.1 if you haven’t

  Draco is being awkward. Draco knows he’s being awkward. Draco knows that other people think he’s being awkward but he can’t help it.

  Ignoring all the strange stares he’s getting from his classmates he stiffly butters a crumpet being careful not to get any on his robes. His eyes are constantly darting towards the Gryffindor table but the one person he’s looking for hasn’t arrived yet.

  Breakfast started 30 minutes ago, the heck is keeping her?

  To his consternation Blaise had decided to take a seat next to him that morning and couldn’t seem able to stop nattering about something to do with…something. What? He wasn’t listening. With his eyes fixed firmly to the entrance of the Great Hall, he took a careful bite out of his crumpet; and promptly spat it back out again.

  “Who in Salazar put marmalade on this?” He coughed reaching out for his pumpkin juice and taking a large gulp to rid himself of the vile taste.

  Blaise gave him a weird look. “Uh, you did, Draco.”

  Draco scowled at his friend. “Why would I do that? I don’t even like marmalade, you pillock.”

  Blaise smiled slyly. “My my, what has gotten the Ice Prince in such a bad mood? Let me guess, is it Potter? Is it because you tripped on the stairs this morning? Oh, I know! Is it because Professor Snape- mhmph!” He was unable to finish that sentence due to an apple being shoved unceremoniously into his mouth by yours truely.

  “Two words Zabini. Shut. Up.”

  Blaise spat out the apple and gave him an even broader smile. “And now we’re on last name terms. I wish the best of luck to whoever has pissed off his highness.” 

 Draco groaned. 

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  In the end you never did turn up to breakfast and Draco is definitely not worried about you at all. In fact, it is because he is curious and not worried that he asks Blaise about you on the way to their first class which was Potions. 

   “Oh, (y/n)? She lost her sketchbook yesterday and she’s been searching for it ever since. Knowing her, she’s probably still looking for it now. You haven’t seen it, have you? Normal sized, leather bound-” 

   “No, I haven’t” Draco said a little too quickly. If Blaise noticed he didn’t say anything, too busy he was with his musings.

   Actually, it’s been in his bag since he left the dorm

   Everyone had already taken their seats and heated their cauldrons when you finally showed up. You were panting slightly and your cheeks were flushed giving your usual complexion a rosy glow, not to mention your tie was also crooked. You looked absolutely adora- hideous! He meant hideous! No no no he was not about to call you adorable. No way

   All the students attention was now on you but you seemed unfazed by it, your usual deadpan expression giving nothing away. 

   “Miss (l/n). Care to tell the class why you are late?” Snape drawled raising his head up from the textbook long enough to give you a glare. 

   “Sorry, Sir. I overslept dreaming about pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows.” You drawled back in an almost perfect imitation of the Professor.

   A collective giggle arose from some of your classmates while the rest of them looked completely horrified. No one spoke to Professor Snape like that. Sure enough Snape’s eyes narrowed to dangerous slits.

   “Lets see, 20 points from Gryffindor for your tardiness and another 20 for disrepecting a teacher. Oh, and another 10 for not being aware of how to properly wear a school tie.” He sneered. 

   All the Gryffindors groaned at this but you were undeterred. “With all due respect, Professor. Who in the name of Merlins greasy beard would take points for a crooked tie?” 

   “(y/n)!” Granger gasped looking scandalized. Draco had to bite the inside of his cheek to refrain from laughing and it looked like Blaise wasn’t doing much better. 

   “Detention, (l/n). If you don’t want me to fail you this instant you will shut that disgraceful mouth of yours and sit down.” It seemed as though Snape had surpassed all the stages of anger and entered the realm of deadly calm. 

  Silence reigned as the class waited for your next move with bated breath but after recieving the evil eye from Granger, you relented and made your way to the last empty seat……… which was right next to Draco’s. 

   You completely ignored him as you set up your cauldron. This did not bother him in the slightest and he absolutely did not keep glancing over at you once every thirty seconds. No he didn’t. 

   To his annoyance, halfway through the class Blaise leaned over him to talk to you. “I take it you didn’t find your sketchbook then” He chattered cheerfully making Draco roll his eyes. 

   Your scowl looked disturbingly like his own as you directed it at Blaise. “Do I look like I’ve found it, Zabini?” 

   Blaise pouted. “What is it with you and Draco today? Zabini this, Zabini that. My name is Blaise in case you two have forgotten.” 

   Your eyes focused on Draco for a moment making his heart leap but with a blink you looked away again. Draco suddenly really really wanted you to look at him again and he racked his brain to try and think of something to say. 

   Come on. She’s right there. Just say something, anything. You could comment on her potion. Or, give her advice on how to dice the frogs legs. Heck, you could just insult her like you usually do. Or maybe you could, maybe you could- 

  “I have your sketchbook!” He blurted. 

   There was a faint plopping sound of your stirring rod falling into your cauldron as you stared at him slack jawed. “You what?“ 

   Fuck. 

 "I-I have your sketchbook” He repeated. 

  Avoiding eye contact, he reached into his bag and rummaged around until he felt leather. He placed it on your table with a thud. 

   "Waaaiitt, you said you didn’t know where it was when I asked you earlier” Blaise pointed an accusing finger at him but Draco ignored him because, right now you looked completely mortified. 

   "Did you open it?“ You voice came out in an almost whisper. 

   "I did” Draco answered as firmly as the stupid butterflies in his stomach would allow him to. 

   You lowered your head in defeat and let out a harsh laugh. “So, what did you think of my drawings?” You asked bitterly. There was something else laced in your voice and when he realized it was fear his traitorous stomach did a fucking swoop.

  Hesitantly, he reached out and put his fingers under your chin bringing your eyes up to meet his. Draco was honestly surprised how easily a smile sprang to his lips when your very nice eyes widened in astonishment. Leaning in to make sure only you could hear. He whispered carefully.

   "They were beautiful" 

   But not as beautiful as you. 

anonymous asked:

i hope you'll somehow still run this blog because ppl followed for your work and what you had created with your imagination and empathy. I hope you will cheer up, Love. If you still do requests, how about a vocation thingy ? With Jesse, Solider or Genji ? If you feel like it~ Lots of Love and best wishes, Anon

;-; thank you, sweetie <3 Also I went nuts. Roadtrip :D 

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Jesse McCree

 The strums of “Stand by your man” reached your ears as the bright, burning rays of sun began to dance across your face, waking you from your slumber at the back of the car. You slowly lifted your head off the leather of the back seats, the warm wind rushing through your hair, the sun-beaten landscape decorating your surroundings, bare yet beautiful. 

You rubbed your eyes, stretching your limbs and yawning. Your gaze was captured by your cowboy in the front seat, his chestnut strands dancing in the humid breeze, drumming his fingers on the wheel in-time with the beat of his terrible country songs. Jesse caught your movement in the rear view mirror and shot you a wide dog-like grin. 

“Hey, doll.” Jesse chuckled, leaning over and picking up his Peacekeeper from the passenger seat and placing it in the glove compartment safely. “Enjoyed your nap?” 

You leaned forward, kissing Jesse on his scruffy cheek before clambering into the shotgun seat, running your fingers through your hair, humming affirmatively. You pulled a face at his choice in radio choice, reaching over to change it. 

“Nuh uh, honey.” Jesse playfully slapped your hand away, instead intertwining his fingers with yours, stroking his thumb across your knuckles. 

“Where are we anyway?” You asked, squeezing his hand and looking around, the landscape looking like something that should be in an old western movie.

“I don’t know.” Jesse threw his head back and laughed, turning to gaze at you. “That’s amazing isn’t it?” 

“Being lost is amazing?” You questioned, smiling in spite of yourself. 

“We’re so damn lost.” Jesse sighed happily. “Talon doesn’t know where we are, Overwatch doesn’t know where we are, the world doesn’t know where we are. Kinda feels like freedom, don’t it?” 

You melted slightly. You kissed his knuckles lovingly before reclining back, stretching your hand up, letting the rushing wind press against your palm. Yeah. It did kinda feel like freedom. 

Soldier 76/ Jack Morrison: 

The highway your car was on was completely deserted, almost entirely silent if not for the steady hum of the engine. You looked up from the book you were reading out loud to Jack to look out of the window, the darkness coating the world in a dark blue tint. You dog eared the page you were on, tossing the book into the backseat, before looking at Jack, his silver hair gleaming in the moon-lit night and occasionally the artificial light of the bare street light. 

He didn’t seem as old in this setting. The night gently obscured the dark shadows underneath his tired eyes, made his harsh scars seem like they were lovingly drawn onto his face. His Alaskan-ice blue eyes momentarily glanced at yours, the edge of his lips quirked up in a smile. 

“Alright there?” Jack asked softly, watching the soft light dance over your features. 

You thought about your answer for a moment before smiling at him.

“Hmmm… Yeah. Yeah, I am.” You whispered. “You want me to take over the driving for a little bit?” 

“No, I think I can do a few more miles.” The soldier replied, looking the clock on the dashboard and rubbing under his eyes. 

You rolled your eyes slightly but accepted his answer, leaning over and kissing his cheek before tucking your legs underneath you on the seat, curling up slightly. 

“Are you all prepped to go on the Hanamura mission when we get back?” Jack asked, frowning slightly.

“Hey, Jack?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Forget Talon and missions and everything for a little bit.” 

Jack looked at you quickly, eyebrows raised slightly before smiling lovingly. He reached over and curled his pinky around yours, leaning back comfortably in his chair. 

“Sure.” 

Genji Shimada

 The sun was slowly coming up, it’s rosy-golden glow washing over you, painting the scenery in light. You sighed softly, glancing to the passenger seat next to you where a certain cyborg was napping, his mouth open and drooling slightly. You smiled at the sight, turning your gaze back to the road, tapping your index finger against the wheel and humming along to the J-Pop band that was singing on the mixtape you and Genji made for this trip. You pressed a button on the dash, the roof of the car reclining to let the cool air wash over you. 

Leaning over, you playfully poked Genji’s scarred cheek a few times until he stirred from his slumber, quickly shutting his mouth once he realized it had been open the whole time. He straightened up, wiping his mouth, the breeze making his soft ebony hair dance slightly. 

“Woooah. Look at that.” He noticed the dawn breaking, transfixed by the sight.  

You hummed in agreement, gazing at Genji lovingly for a moment before turning back to the road. Everything was slowly properly lighting up, the day slowly heating back up. You felt something gently nudge against your lips. Genji was gently poking one of his sweets against your mouth, grinning widely at you, eyes laughing. 

“Candy for breakfast?” You questioned him, taking a bite. 

“We’re on holiday, we could have cereal for dinner if we wanted.” He reasoned, popping the rest of the sweet into his mouth and stretching his limbs out. 

“Can you even taste it?” You asked, taking your hand off the wheel for a second to grab your water bottle. 

“Yeah, but the taste is dulled.” Genji replied, taking the bottle from you and opening it for you before giving it back to you. 

You drank deeply before giving it to him, enjoying the breeze against your face, his cool fingers touching your heated ones. Genji placed your water bottle back, smiling at you before looking back at the sunrise.

“Do we have to go back?” He suddenly asked. “Back to the headquarters? To the endless missions and training and… Everything?” 

“What makes you ask that?” You looked over to him, tilting your head. 

“It’s just… I’d rather do this. With you. Going nowhere, just happy with breathing and seeing.” 

“Soon, Genji. When all this is over, we can do this freely.” You promised, catching his hand and squeezing it. 

“I hope so.” 

anonymous asked:

If you are still accepting drabbles: Dean Winchester. Idea that while out with Cas at the bar Cas let's slip that reader, Dean's girlfriend, is pregnant even though neither she nor Dean know it right. Whoops. 😄

Umm… this one got away from me. So… not a drabble, I’m so sorry…

Wait, What?

To say that the bar was crowded would be an understatement. The place was packed, front to back with fancy suited men and ladies in tight skirts. It looked as if the final bell had rung on Wall Street and happy hour was in full swing. 

Y/N and Dean walked in, arm and arm, Castiel not far behind them. The hunters paused, seeing how out of place they looked in their post-hunt garb, and almost turned back around, but the lure of a cold beer was too tempting, and Dean pulled Y/N towards the bar. 

“This is nuts!” she yelled over the throng of voices towards Dean. “Maybe we just go back and drink out of the mini bar.”

“Nah, I got this.” Dean winked and leaned over, shouting to the bartender. 

Y/N looked around awkwardly and tugged at her dirty flannel shirt, pulling it as far down over her jeans as she could. Cas noticed her nervousness and leaned close to her. 

“Perhaps we should take you back, you should probably rest,” he said with a soft smile. 

Y/N gave him a questioning glance, “What? No, I’m fine.” 

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Sting (Kihyun x Reader)

Rating: M

(A/N) Ayyyyy, what’s up? Someone requested Kihyun smut and boy, did I go absolutely ham on this one. I was like, “Yeah, it’s going to be cute and angsty!” Ha…near the end I kind of lost my cool lol But this is now one of my favorites story wise, also I threw bees in there because I love bees. And I love Kihyun too. Bam. Read and ‘bee’ amazed! lol

Originally posted by shooomabrown

It was one of those hot summer days where it was both miserable and beautiful. The sky was a cloudless blue, the streets were busy with tourists and young people, and the heavenly smells of food assaulted your senses every few feet because of the close proximity of the restaurants and stalls. You clutched your white tote bag protectively, careful of the precious contents within it as you were jostled by a rowdy group of teenage and twenty something year old boys. You shot them a dirty look behind their backs as they walked on ahead to harass more people, quick to remind yourself to not let them bother you. Today was a special day, you weren’t going to let anyone spoil it.

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