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Dido & Mabel + Dido’s self consciousness and bonding (extract taken from script)

DIDO, in night-clothes, drags a brush through tight ringlets. She stops, observes, a moment as ELIZABETH runs a comb through her own silken hair. DIDO You are so beautiful, Bette. A tentative knock and MABEL enters - DIDO becomes tense. MABEL speaks gently - strong Welsh accent. […] MABEL pauses as DIDO struggles with her hair. MABEL Can I help you with that, Miss Lindsay? DIDO struggles once again, wrenching the brush. MABEL You must start from the ends, miss. DIDO stares at her - a long beat

Candle lit faces… DIDO’s reflection in the mirror - her hair separated into four sections. In the reflection BG, ELIZABETH sits serenely watching MABEL brushing through each section from ends to roots. MABEL (CONT’D) My Mam taught me, see? DIDO stares at her a moment, some kind of pain resonates in her eyes as her face softens and she begins to relax.

Wherever You Will Go

Pairing: Prince!Thranduil x reader

Summary: King Oropher tries to make his son take an interest in brides he deems suitable to become Queen, but Thranduil only has eyes for you, a soldier in the King’s guard

Warnings: Oropher’s kind of a dick

A/N: I’m always down for a good forbidden romance. This is my first time writing Thranduil, hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

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“He was going to break my legs,” she said. “Smash them with a mallet so they’d never heal.”

Thoughts of moonlight and silken hair evaporated in a black bolt of fury. Kaz saw Inej tug on the sleeve of her left forearm, where the Menagerie tattoo had once been. He had the barest inkling of what she’d endured there, but he knew what it was to feel helpless, and Van Eck had managed to make her feel that way again. Kaz was going to have to find a new language of suffering to teach that smug merch son of a bitch.

A Home | Chanyeol

Pairing: Chanyeol x reader
Genre: fluff, slight-but-not-really angst, Hybrid!AU
Words: 7.5k+
Notes: I’m cross-posting all of the fics/scenarios that I’ve written on other websites, pretty much all hybrid AU so far. What an amazing start to the fanfic life <3

Your friend drags you with her to go hybrid shopping for herself and your plan of interacting and then leaving commitment-free is interrupted by an adorable, tall cat hybrid with entirely too much affection and love to share.

Originally posted by captivatesme



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butteredonions  asked:

So. Ulaz. if he survived. and was on the castle with the paladins for a while. what he might think of 'strange earth customs'. that maybe shiro introduces him to. accidentally. or on purpose. maybe. I mean. you know.

MISS ONIONS HOW DARE YOU COME INTO MY INBOX WITH ANOTHER PAIRING POSSIBILITY. HOW DARE.

(also I apologize this is only like PART of your prompt because I didn’t want to write a 10k story at work IT’S JUST ABOUT TOUCH AND TOUCHING AND ANYWAY)

a lazy temptation

The Castle was quiet, a gentle hum of energy accompanying Ulaz as he made his usual rounds of the halls. The Princess had kindly gifted him a map of the entire complex, though some spots were suspiciously blacked out. They were easy enough areas to get into, but Ulaz appreciated her general wariness in giving a potential enemy access to the Castle of Lions.

The patrols calmed him, channelled his unused energy into a useful task. Since leaving the Empire to assist the Paladins in the daunting task of wresting control from Zarkon, his routine had become more…lax. The Castle of Lions spanned wide; usually, he was on patrol for hours, just the quiet of his thoughts and the hush of his feet his only company. Solutions came easier in the calm of patrol.  

As he turned another corner, the room on the far left flicked, light spilling and fracturing the gentle shadows of the hall. He picked his way over, peering inside, and was surprised to find one of the many lounges in use. A holograph played across the entire far wall, aliens moving and dancing and talking in a language Ulaz could not quite track.

Though he wasn’t interested in the movie.

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Something Different | Jeff Atkins x Reader

Originally posted by sadiaxxstylesxxstiles


Warning: smut

Requested

A/N: Dear Readers, I apologize for any delays of my writing- since I am moving houses it is quite difficult to focus on any stories at the moment, your patience is kindly noted. Thank you. xx

- The Egyptian cotton sheets felt like heaven against my bare skin, another heavenly feeling were his hands caressing my thigh as he kissed me with passion and pure love.

He stood in front of me, bare back and bare chested- I couldn’t help but admire every inch of his skin in sight, all of his figure and flaws that were perfection to me, his lips parted as he stared down at my body and I gazed upon him hungrily as I undressed him with my eyes.

I took in every detail to his appearance; his roughed up hair, his beautiful blue eyes that might seem brown certain times, his plumped up lips, his sharp jawline and not to even mention his bulking biceps and muscular physique but what really caught my full attention were his shorts that hung loosely around his torso whilst revealing his V line and the surface to his intimate part were slightly visible; I could tell he wasn’t wearing boxers underneath his shorts.

“Are you going to sit there and gawk?” His voice deepening and he gained my attention as my eyes shifted from his crotch area to his eyes, those wonderful eyes. I bit my lip in response and I saw how his face turned from amused to lustful.

“You know what that does to me” he gestures over to my teeth gripping my bottom lip.

“I do.” I cockily responded and repeated my action once more.

“Cocky huh?” He raises an eyebrow.

I felt his huge hands wrap around my ankle and he pulled me closer to his body only to flip me around so that my bare ass were in full sight to him.

“I’m giving you one chance to apologize for being cocky” his tone sounding serious.

Instead I just giggled at the fact that he was trying to be dominant. I felt a sting on my backside as the palm of his hands were met with my skin causing a loud clap to echo through our bedroom.

“Apologize” he spoke through gritted teeth. “Sorry Mr. Atkins.”

I giggled in between those words, mostly because I felt a little awkward. “Now was that so hard?” He smirked and stood up once again but this time he walked away without another word.

So he’s really gonna play hard to get? I will not cave although he’s looking extremely hot. I must admit I am aroused by his sudden want to dominate but I will play the same game and see who wins.

“I will not touch you until you beg me to.” He whispered in a deep tone which caused chills to run up and down my spine.

“I have never seen this side of you before but I must let you know that you are the one who needs to beg for it” a smirk tugged on my lips as we made eye contact for what felt like forever.

I’ve attempted to seduce him but it seems that I’ve been failing; I tried to touch his sweet spots but only to find him pulling away instead of giving in, I’ve tried grinding up against him but failed to get him to react and I’ve also tried to strip for him but it only strived him to play hard to get even more.

At this point I was very aroused and not in the mood for games anymore and so I gave him what he wanted.

I am lost; he’s not playing fair.

“Please,” I whisper.

“Please what?” His expression seemed calm.

“Touch me.” My voice shaky.

“Where, baby?” He smirked He’s extremely close, his scent was intoxicating as I reached to grab his hand but he seemed to have taken a step back from me.

“No, no” he chides

“What?” My eyes wide and alarmed

“No” he spoke those words once more

“Not at all?” The sound of longing could not be repressed from my voice.

All I earned from him was a smile and a faint chuckle. I took a step toward him, and he steps back, holding up his hands in defense, but his smile lingered on his plump lips.

“Shall we have dinner” he spoke up.

“Sure” I rolled my eyes and I know he noticed for the way his jaw clenched and released.

He had decided to cook for tonight because I was in no mood to do so. I watched as his biceps flexed with the flip of our steaks being cooked, I admired the sweat glistening and sliding down his abs and making their way down to the waist band of his shorts while the sweat stains the fabric, I watched him with intensive care as he chopped up the veggies and watching how his hands were skilled with any utensils or any object. I bit my lip in frustration to his rejection to fuck.

“What’s for dessert after?” He asked whilst wiping away the bids of sweating gliding down his forehead and neck.

“Vanilla ice-cream.. like the way you are in bed” I muttered the last part under my breath and made it barely audible so I was the only one who could hear it but I was very wrong, seemed like he head my snide remark.

“Oh. Is that so?” He laughed a devilish laugh.

I have a feeling wrenching deep in the pit of my stomach that I will be paying for my comment later. We ate our dinner silently without a conversation, I was a bit upset with him but also I had nothing to say.

He broke our silence “Well?” He asks.

“Well what?” My lips parted to take slow breaths.

“Ready for dessert?” He smirked and I had an idea of what might happen.

“Indeed I am” I responded.

He took the carton of vanilla ice-cream and grabbed only one spoon as he gestured over to our shared bedroom. I made sure to grab the champagne as I followed behind him, my body bare, the only visible fabric held against my skin were my bra and laced underwear.

“What now?” I asked curious to know what he had planned in his vicious little mind.

I saw him lick his lips as he stepped closer toward me until his scent made its way into my nostrils, I loved his musty scent - was always a a turn on.

“Kiss me” I whisper

“Where?” He smiled

“You know where” I whimpered

“Where?”

I felt embarrassed to tell him the part I ached for him the most and all I could manage to do was point towards the apex of my thighs, and he had a wicked grin spread across his face.

“With pleasure” he smirked

I closed my eyes with absolute arousal as he kissed me and unleashed his talented tongue. I groaned and fist my hand into his smooth hair. He did not stop, I could feel his tongue circling around my clit, driving me completely insane. “Jeff, please,” I begged- I know I caved and I begged him.

The feeling was overwhelming as I stood up, I felt my legs giving up to the feeling that tied up into my stomach- I know I was close and I don’t think I would have the strength to cum whilst standing up.

“Please what?”

“Fuck me.” I panted.

As soon as those words left my mouth, I noticed how his pupils had dilated and the lust was prominent in his eyes- I knew what was about to come. He did not stop his sweet , exquisite torture. I moaned very loud, as usual.

“Jeff… . Please” I begged once more. He stood up and gazed upon me and his lips glistened with the evidence of my extreme arousal.

“Undress me” he spoke as he wiped away my arousal.

I dropped to my knees and kneeled before him as I undid the button of his shorts and pulled down his zipper in one quick motion, I couldn’t contain my eagerness as his shorts were sliding down his legs and he stepped out of them. I peeked up at him through my lashes and he was staring down at me. I grabbed his, now, free member and squeezed him tightly- pushing my hands up and down his shaft. He groans and tenses, and his breath hisses through gritted teeth. With care I brought my lips closer to his tip and gave it a soft kiss before letting him slide into my mouth and suck- hard. He tastes good.

“Mmm… Gently, baby.” He grabs a fistful of my hair, and I push him deeper into my mouth, pressing my lips together as much as I can, sheathing my teeth as sucking hard. I peeked once more and noticed his head tossed back in pleasure, his breathing became uneven and his lips parted.

“Fuck,” he hisses.

His godlike moan had an effect on me as I felt my arousal grow with every sound and profanities that escaped his lips. Soon enough my lips became to cramp up and so I stopped my actions and noticed how disappointed he seemed.

“Take off your bra,” he orders.

I sit up and do as I am told- I am enjoying his dominant side today. I was pushed onto the bed as he spread my legs and stood up to gaze down at me, I paid attention to his every move- he licked his lips once again as he took the carton of ice-cream and the spoon in the other hand as he scrapped up some of the frozen vanilla milk and scooped it up as he brought it between my thighs and spread the ice-cream on my clit. The coldness felt awkward against my crotch but I shrugged it off.

“Pain can sometimes inflict pleasure” he smirked Scooping more of the ice-cream as he made dollops on each side of my nipples, I tossed my head back in pleasure as I felt him lick dessert off my body and I couldn’t have felt more aroused in my entire life.

I brought the champagne up to my lips and gulped down a few as I watched him eat me. “I want you inside me” my voice shaky and cracking as I attempted to speak with the pleasure coursing throughout my body.

“Mmmm” he murmurs between eating me out.

He pulls away and hovers above me, my legs already spread. His eyes never left mine as he sinks inside me with a deliciously, yet torturing slow pace. I close my eyes, relishing the fullness. His pace was slow and yet he was slamming deep and rough inside me, my toes curled up in excitement that left me wanting more. I could feel every movement, I could feel his thickness and I could feel his every length as he buried himself inside of me. Instinctively tilting my pelvis to meet his, I groaned at the friction of him slamming against my clit, sending me to a whole other dimension. My fingers found their way to his silken unruly hair, and he moved slowly and roughly inside of me.

“God. . Faster, Jeff, faster.” I let out in between moans. He gazes down at me in triumph as if he was waiting for those words to leave my lips as he kisses me hard and then really starts to move- a punishing and relentless pace that drove me over the edge and closer to my orgasm. The constant attention to my sweet spot had caused my clit to become sensitive and so with every thrust of his skin meeting my clit had sent me to climax. He sets a pounding rhythm as my legs tenses beneath him.

“You want to cum baby?” He gasps My response were heavy and loud moans that couldn’t stop escaping my mouth.

“Cum on my dick baby” His words are my undoing, and I explode, amazingly, mind-numbingly, and he follows as he called out my name.

“Oh fuck Y/N!”

He collapses on top of me, his head buried in my neck as our breathing had started to even itself.

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River Phoenix is a rare and uncharacteristic Hollywood bird. In a town where many young stars obsess about image, long term objectives, and political correctness, here is a young actor who willingly sounds off on virtually any topic he can sink his silken hair into. President Clinton. Gays in the military. Global problems generated by the burgeoning power of multinational corporations. Indeed, it is immediately evident that River Phoenix is not some hunk waiting for his next photo opportunity.

(…) For a young, rich, and in-demand actor, the problems of the world seem to carry unusual weight. “It’s not just our country,” he continues. “The world is ruled by a tri-lateral, massive, multi-national corporate link up which is the true government above us all. It defies borders and effects us so greatly. (…) We are taught to consume. And that’s what we do. But if we realized that there really is no reason to consume-that it’s just a mind set, that it’s just an addiction, then we wouldn’t be out there stepping on people’s hands climbing the corporate ladder of success. Why else would anyone want to be filthy rich?“

Never mind that this particular actor happens to be filthy rich himself. "I have my reasons why I want to be filthy rich,” he reveals. “It’s so I can buy the last first growth forest and turn it into a permanent national park.” Apparently, he is well on his way to achieving this decidedly non-Hollywood goal. “I just bought 800 acres (of forest) on the border of Panama and Costa Rica”

- Detour, July/August 1993

Are You Awake?

I don’t even know how to describe this one, it’s basically 2000 words of sin. Sleepy Noct is bratty, cheeky, and one hell of a tease in bed. Enjoy.

Noctis x f!reader.

NSFW

2196 words.

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Noctis wasn’t known as ‘The Sleepy Prince’ for no reason, you had come to know this very well in your time together. Whenever the two of you would return from a day or night out together, he would usually nod off for a nap as soon as he got himself near a bed. No matter how hard you tried to keep him awake, his eyelids would droop shut and he would be unmovable for the next couple of hours.

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[SFW] Genji comes home to Reader

The enticing scent of bacon and waffles lifted you from a peaceful slumber. With a stretch you rolled out of bed and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. The sound of a man’s cheerful humming made you swell with glee. There was only one other person with a key to your apartment and that was, “Genji!”

“Good morning my love. I have returned with breakfast! I hope you are hungry.” Genji brandished a tray of hash browns fresh from the oven.

“Oh my God, what are you wearing?” You erupted in laughter when you noticed his attire. He had borrowed your 1950s inspired black and white polka dot apron and was strutting around the kitchen like a domesticated housewife. “You look absolutely ravishing, darling.” He perked up, genuinely thrilled by your compliment.

“You really think so? I thought it made me look flat chested…” He frowned, looking down at his lack of breasts.

“Aren’t cyborg ninjas supposed to be streamlined?”

“Right as always!” A beep from the waffle iron signaled it was time to feast. The two of you tucked into a full course meal. In between bites you chatted about this and that. Genji told you all about his latest mission, you talked about the girls at work. It was a ritual you honored for its simplicity. With him being away as often as he was, you both agreed to dedicate free time to the relationship. Another of your favored activities was simply lying in bed together.

Genji understood the limitations of his omnic body and knew it was something alien to hold. Zenyatta suggested removing what armor he could. With Dr. Zeigler’s blessing, you’d become practiced at detaching the beige chassis that covered Genji’s stomach. His torso, neck, and head were the only human parts left of his former body. Out of those, only his belly and face could safely be exposed.

This portion of him had become particularly ticklish after the augments were installed; it was the last place he had any organic sensation. Of course what good was knowing someone’s tickle spot without exploiting it every once and awhile?

You waited until he’d nuzzled into your silken hair before slipping a hand down and teasing the sensitive skin. He squeaked out a startled sound and tried to wriggle away. This never lasted long but you loved it just the same.

Once he’d settled down the two of you connected on a more physical level, making sweet, slow, passionate love until late afternoon. In your post coital bliss he talked about all the placed you two should go.

“I would give anything for you to visit the Shambali temple in Nepal. Master Zenyatta has been eager to meet you.”

“We could always host him here. I know the apartment is small but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. I still need to visit Lena in London. It’s been ages since we last talked.”

“My brother asks about you as well. We’ve been together for…. How long was it? 8 months?”

“Genji!” you laughed, “It’s been 3 damn years. Our anniversary was last month!”

“Oh that’s right. I got you confused with one of the other girls…” He chuckled and kissed you reassuringly. “Hanzo wants to know if I plan on marrying you.”

“Yeah well Hanzo can worry about his own love life. He’s like, 40, and still single.” Genji snickered at your playful jab.

“Does that mean you don’t want to marry me?”

“Oh Genji. I would marry you in an instant but… Overwatch needs you. The world needs you. I’m just one girl. How could I be so selfish?” This answer did not satisfy the cyborg but he bit his tongue for now.

As the perfect day came to an end a heavy melancholy set in. Each morning was a gamble. Genji could be summoned at a moment’s notice and there was nothing you could do. So to make the most of every night Genji tucked you in and told you a bedtime story. It was a childish practice but you wouldn’t give it up for the world. This night, however, held something special in store.

“Are you ready my beloved?” You nodded and curled up into his embrace. “Very well. Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess. She lived alone in an ivory tower with only one valiant knight to protect her. But the knight was also sworn to protect the people of her kingdom. Sometimes he had to travel far and wide to keep her enemies at bay and the princess was very lonely. The knight was often conflicted about how best to serve the princess and the kingdom. Should he continue to fight the warlords abroad or should he stand vigilant at the tower?” You looked up at him. His eyes glistened as the story went on.

“He knew a decision had to be made but feared making the wrong choice. If he abandoned the kingdom then many would die. But if he left the princess he’d be sacrificing the love of his life. The knight prayed for guidance every day, but his prayers went unanswered. He asked the lord that trained him but still had no way of knowing what to do. So he returned to ivory tower and laid down his sword before the princess.”

“Genji… What is this?” But he continued on.

“‘Princess,’ he cried, ‘Help me, for I am lost. I have sworn to protect the kingdom and I have sworn to protect you, but I am just one man. I cannot keep walking down this path but I fear my choice will have terrible consequences. I beg of you, please guide me. Tell me what to do.’”

He closed his eyes burrowed into your shoulder. You felt the hot tears on your skin. With a shaky voice you finished the story.

“The princess wept for her valiant knight. It pained her to see him so troubled. But the princess was as wise as she was beautiful and knew the answer to all of his problems. ‘Brave warrior. You have been a loyal and faithful servant to me and to my kingdom. For this I offer you absolution. I will take away all of your burdens. I will provide you the strength to carry on. I will heal you, protect you, give you shelter from the storm. For you I will do whatever it takes to make your dreams come true. But you must go on one final quest.”

“Genji… Will you marry me?”

And without hesitation his answer was,  “Yes!”

To Have You Again - Thranduil

Originally posted by thranduillover2013

38. “Because even the sun can wish to be among the stars.”

43. “Do you think you could be happy here? With me?”

A/N: This request was also sent with another for Sauron. It will not be posted until all are done, just because I have no idea how to write it. :)

Warnings: Mentions of war

Words: 1500

My bare feet padded against the cold, wooden walkways that weaved their way through the realm of Mirkwood, the light clinking of elvish armor accompanying my soft gait as two elves, clad in golden armor, silken hair flowing behind them, led me to the throne room.

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Infidelity - (A/M)

Genre; Angst, Smut 

Length; 3,500+ words

Originally posted by bts-uke

Even though you didn’t want to, you remembered it just as if it had only happened a day ago. 

You could feel the same ache in your chest you felt when you walked on him fucking his stylist on the bed you two shared. You remembered that guilty look in his eyes as he practically jumped off her, pulling up his pants as he chased you into the living room; grabbing your arm as he tried to pull you to him. 

“Y/n, please I- I swear it’s not what it looks like..” 
“Please, please don’t go..”

His pleading had only shattered your heart even more. How could he think you were that stupid- that you’d just sit there and allow him, the man you gave up everything to be with, to cheat on you yet still put his hands and lips on you? 

You remember the day you left South Korea without saying a word to him or your- his friends. The skies were gray, gloomy and rain poured down- delaying your flight until it stopped. You remember how it felt getting on that plane and coming back home with nothing but a broken heart.  


It had been months, almost a year, since then, but you still felt that same pain all over- it wasn’t a pain that wouldn’t heal like a broken bone or a scrape on your knee, it’d stay with you for the rest of your life. 

You let out a shaky sigh as you checked your phone, the time eleven o’clock brightly flashed on the screen before you turned it off; tossing it over to the opposite side of the bed. 
They always said love and your first true heartache would hurt like no other, but you had no idea it’d feel as if you were rotting away inside. 

Sitting up, your shaggy hair cascaded just past your breasts as you combed your fingers through it before standing from your spot; wincing only slightly as the roar of thunder practically shook your small apartment. 
Funny how memories, no matter how scarring they are, can be triggered by something as simple as the weather. 

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Otome Sitch: Pregnancy Scare

Prompt brought to you by this Precious Anon. Here we go!

Rank: You’re sorry you even bothered

What you said: “…a little late, I think.”
What they heard: "Baby on the way!”

Before you can explain that you’re not sure yet, they’re already cartwheeling around the room in ecstasy. You exchange an exasperated side-eye with Nanny (Kanetsugu/Giles/Kirisato/Tadatsugu) and throw your hands into the air. They’ll figure it out eventually. 

Kenshin has thrown himself head-first into his room of requirement storage room, and started digging around, looking for the most beautiful of his treasures. To set aside as heirlooms, of course. He’s even sorting things properly so that he can accomplish his task. You start to say something, but find that Kanetsugu has snuck up behind you and clasped his hand firmly over your mouth. “Don’t you dare!” he breathes. “I’ve been trying to get him to clean this junk out forever!”

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Your King

Includes: Loki x Asgardian!reader, heated moments/kisses, suggestive content, and a bit of angst.

Brief Synopsis: Odin has two of his guards retrieve you from your home and escort you to his throne room for what you assume to be a most unpleasant conversation.

Word Court: 1,650

A/N: I have a bunch works in progress right now, but I felt the need to post something and this just happened to be the draft that was the closest to completion. I sincerely hope you guys don’t think this is crap… Thanks for reading!

Originally posted by lokitty

The streets around were busy, but most people knew that you had formerly worked for Odin, so no one disturbed you. You had just as much training as every warrior in Asgard, but you hadn’t bothered working your way through the ranks, instead preferring to serve only yourself. Although, as much as you hated to admit it, the Allfather played a significant role in your departure from his legion. He hadn’t been the most fond of you, though that was for reasons separate from your skill set.

You immediately launched into a defensive mode when someone touched your shoulder as you saddled your horse. You turned, swiftly drawing two daggers from the folds of your cloak. Your opponents were clad in the armor of Odin’s guards, and your first thought was that the king finally decided he wanted your head, but why now?

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A RobRae college student/TA AU! :D I finally got around to writing for this ship after wanting to for so long. I guess I get oddly inspired at 2:30AM. Anyways, Dick is based more on his comic version than cartoon version (because I prefer him that way), so yeah. Expect a bit of goofball cuteness. Enjoy!


“I’m going to fight this,” she seethed through gritted teeth, slamming the file of papers angrily against the desk. “There’s no way in hell he can give me this grade and get away with it!”

To say that she was fuming would be an understatement.

Raven was on the dangerous path to murder. Her hands were shaking from the fury of the emotion.

A comforting hand was then suddenly on her shoulder, steadying her, and bringing her back to a semblance of reality. Leave it to Kory to remind Raven that homocide, no matter how tempting, was never a viable option.

“I know that English is your favourite course, but Raven, arguing with the TA isn’t always the best idea,” Kory warned her softly, not unsympathetic to her plight.

Raven was shaking with rage. It was all she could do not to crumple up all her hard work into a ball, and toss it towards the wall. She’d never admit it, but tears burned the backs of her eyes, yet she refused to cry in front of anyone.

He was going to change the grade, and she was going to make him. She wouldn’t leave his office until he did. Kory rubbed her back affectionately, not knowing how else to soothe the distraught girl.

“This is going to ruin my overall grade! This paper is worth over forty-five percent of the final mark, and my GPA will be done for!” Raven snarled, her lips curled back as her jaw clenched.

“I understand,” Kory conceded, running gentle fingers through her best friend’s short, silken hair. “I will go with you, if you like, as moral support.”

Always the enduring best friend, there wasn’t anything the red-haired vixen wouldn’t do for Raven when she needed her most. Especially when it concerned their grades and performance in school. Both of them had a lot riding on scholarships, and to lose any of them would mean a likelihood of dropping out entirely.

So, together, they marched towards the TA’s office, as the room number had been written and highlighted in their course manual, and mentally prepared themselves for a brutal standoff.

With jitters and nerves, they both stood outside the daunting office door, and Raven carefully raised her fist to knock against the wood. She had steeled herself, told herself that she deserved better than this, and she’d even taken to fix her clothes so that she looked the proper part. She would be taken seriously this time around.

“Come in,” came a deep, male voice from the other side.

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After All Things (Part IV)

Peter Parker x Reader

This is part IV of my new series that chronicles Peter and a new reader as they deal with the fallout of the events in It’s A Lot Like Falling.‘

Summary: The deciding; three months had passed and your lips still tingled every time he decided to reaffirm that decision. Peter is 25. Words: 3.6k.

There will be one more part to wrap all of this up. Thanks for sticking with me.

After All Things: Part I  Part II Part III  Part IV  Part V  Part VI

After All Things: A Playlist by @jedistardust


Three months had passed since you’d met in the elevator.

Three months since the deciding; earthquake mind slowing it’s rattling in the space of that box where unguarded eyes had met without the protection of a disguise. Borders and lines that were known and understood were finally, finally crossed; doors opening along with the shiny metal ones with an unquestionable ding that rung through ears the same way his choice had vibrated in your chest.

Three months had passed and your lips still tingled every time he decided to reaffirm that decision.

The days after, after the deciding, had been filled with tears and more nightmares than you were really prepared to handle. There were nights after intense sessions; where he’d strip himself of that second identity entirely, leaving it in a shrunken pile at your feet, bare fingers touching at wet faces and salty lips working to ease that crushing feeling in a fallen chest, bodies moving in sync to the beat of pounding hearts.

Nights where he would wake drenched in sweat, gasping for air that his lungs kept telling him he was at a loss for. A weary soul crying out into the dark, the whole of him trembling, his stomach heaving, peeling himself from tangled sheets on shaky legs to expel poisonous thoughts into porcelain that never judged.

You likened it to detoxing, like one did coming off of alcohol or drugs; he had been addicted to falling and then floating on the waters of limbo and indecision.

The two of you spent many hours curled up on the cold tile floor of the bathroom, damp skin attaching itself, bodies tangling, his between your legs; falling into the safety of your arms, a damp wash cloth running over the burning skin that lay cradled between breasts; sticky, sweaty curls clinging to the skin there the way his ears clung to the heartbeat that sung lullabies until heavy eyelids won out and he could try to sleep peacefully again.


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Originally posted by aestheticpinkjoon

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: drabble, angst? idk, Siren!Jin, Siren!AU

Word count: 1012

Warnings: language, rated T

A/N: consider this a prologue for a oneshot i’m writing!

Milestone celebration drabblesSeokjin + Siren!AU 

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It’s Tuesday (I Like You)

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day, my darlings! Just a little flangsty thing inspired by Chameron from House. Canon Divergent from when the gang gets back to Storybrooke from Neverland. :) Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think, I’ve been dying to write this for awhile!

P.S. HUGE thanks to @drnucleus for letting me borrow her eyes for this fic <3

Summary: He figures Tuesdays were as good a day as any to remind her that he’s here and he’s not going anywhere. (And that he likes her.)

Word Count: 2,260 | Rating: VDF for Valentine’s Day Flangst | ao3 | ffn

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It’s Tuesday when they share their first kiss. At least, Killian thinks it is. It’s been difficult to keep track of time in a realm where time stands still, where night seemed to stretch on forever before bleeding into hazy sunrises and afternoons with daylight that barely filters in through the dense jungle.

It’s even more difficult after, because now his everyday thoughts hardly hold a candle to the ones of Emma that crowd his mind and steal his attention. His hand tingles constantly, remembering the silken gold of her hair twisted between his fingers and craving to feel it again. Everything that touches his lips – water, rum, food – tastes bland when he can still taste her on his tongue. Even the vibrant greens of the jungle appear dull with her jade gaze there to remind him of the challenge in her eyes before she’d tilted his world on end.

He supposes it shouldn’t have surprised him then, that after giving up three lifetimes worth of revenge and soul-bearing confessions and declarations of winning hearts all within the week, upon arriving back to Storybrooke, all of his endeavors turned towards making good on those words he’d given her.

And what better place to start than where it all began – on Tuesdays.

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Breathtaking Kiss with Darkiplier

Number 8 from the ‘Types of Kisses’ Prompt 
Requested by: Anon
TW: None, I think?


Gentle, his touches were always so gentle, planned and precise. He would place a light kiss on your knuckles upon each meeting or carefully tuck a tress of hair behind your ear, holding a gaze that made you weak. That was almost the extent of touching, aside from a reassuring hand on the small of your back from time to time. He left you wanting more, always.

But now, there was no space between you, he had you against a wall, his lips against yours in a hypnotic kiss that you wished would last forever. His lips were softer than you dreamed, but his actions were firm and passionate. It was an outburst, an explosion that you weren’t even sure he planned, but there you were, moaning softly into his lips. You prayed he didn’t hear you, but this… entity you were entangled with seemed to have heightened senses. He ran his tongue along your lower lip, and you didn’t deny his tongue entrance. While one hand was embedded in his silken hair, your other was clutching at the lapel of his beautiful suit, white knuckled. His hands stayed mostly to your waist but the way he pulled your hips into his drove you insane. Madness, this was madness, you were kissing something evil, something you knew meant nothing but trouble for you, yet still, your body responded and your mind seemed to have no power over your actions.  

Your lips parted and the world around you was dark but spinning, you could swear you could feel it, like a carousel. Slowly your eyes fluttered open. Dark was watching you as you regained a hold on reality, his gaze exuded… amusement? He knew he had a hold on you, and he knew you liked it.