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Useful Spices

Cayenne: Promotes circulations and boosts metabolism.

Turmeric: This spice is an immune champion. It boosts production of antioxidants and helps in the reduction of inflammation. Some claim that if you drink Turmeric-root tea daily you will live a long, healthy life.

Cumin: Is loaded with Phytochemicals, antioxidants, iron, copper, calcium, potassium, manganese, selenium, zinc, magnesium, and high amounts of B-complex. It also helps with insomnia.

Cilantro (Coriander): Is a good source of iron, magnesium, Phytonutrients, flavonoids, and are also very high in dietary fiber. Cilantro as been used for thousands of years as a digestive &  helping lower blood sugar as it has hypoglycemic properties.

Parsley: Is a nutrient-rich and detoxifying herb which acts as an anti-inflammatory  and anti-spasmodic, helping conditions from colic to indigestion.  Rub it on itchy skin for instant relief.

Sage: Very beneficial in treating gum and throat infections. Sage tea can help ease depression and anxiety as well. 

Ginger: Stimulates circulations and it is an excellent digestive, aiding in absorption of food and minimizing bloat.

Cinnamon: Can help lower cholesterol.

Thyme: Is a cure for hangovers and doubles to alleviate colds and bronchitis.

Clove: Is an anti-fungal and alleviates toothache.

Sweat [M]

Pairing: Hoseok x reader x Yoongi

Summary: It’s a hot summer day and your boyfriends have an unorthodox method of trying to keep you cool.

Genre:  smut, pure smutty threesome, goodness, Poly!yoonseok

Word Count: 

Warnings: graphic depictions of sex, dirty talk, ice play

Originally posted by rapmonsexpensivegirl

The sun was already shining high in the sky when your eyes fluttered open. The overwhelming heat of the day had your shirt soaked to your skin. You groaned, reaching over to chug the glass of water on the table next to you. But the room temperature water wasn’t enough to satisfy your thirst. “It’s so fucking hot.” you mumbled as you slid off your mattress. The sheets were crumpled in a pile on the floor, somehow the 3 of you managed to kick them off the bed in your sleep. 

You padded down the hallway and the familiar sounds of your boyfriends arguing rang through your ears. Yoongi and Hoseok were on opposite sides of the spectrum. Fire and ice. Water and oil. But there was something about you that brought the two of them together.

Hoseok’s eyes immediately fell onto yours as you entered the living room, “Tell Yoongi you want to go to the beach today. He’s being a lazy ass and won’t let us go.”

You chuckled, “The beach does sound nice, Hobi. But it’s probably going to be packed.” you squeezed his shoulder gently as you made your way to the fridge and out of the corner of your eye you could see him pouting. Clearly not happy that you were siding with Yoongi in this democratic household.

“See, I told you she wouldn’t want to go.” Yoongi teased as he laid back down on the floor, a gummy smile spread across his glistening face. He stared at you with mischief in his eyes, but the thought of intertwining limbs in this heat sounded like the worst possible idea, no matter how hard he made you cum.

You opened the door to the freezer, finding sweet relief in the blast of cool air rushing towards your skin. It was days like this when you cursed your boyfriends for letting them talk you into this place. Your apartment was beautiful, and you loved it, but it didn’t have A/C. So every summer the three of you wandered across the apartment in various states of undress, hoping that the lack of clothing encasing your skin will offer relief.

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it's you (that makes my heart beat)

The first letter appears when she is thirteen. She feels a burning sensation on her wrist, panic flaring at the sudden pain but it quickly turns to excitement when she sees the ink form into the shape of a T.

She shows her parents, happy at the thought of soon meeting her soulmate. The first thing she does is Google names with the letter T.

She’s fourteen when she meets Ty. He hasn’t gotten any letters yet and she’s not quite sure she loves him, yet. But it could be him. They date, she kisses him, she feels empty.

She asks her mom how she felt when she met her dad and She deflates when the lovesick poetic description of feeling complete and ethereal love. She’s never felt like that with Ty.

She’s fifteen and She knows it’s not him, he knows it’s not her. She hates the way his eyes light up when he meets her friend (teammate), Amanda. And she hates the look that mirrors Amanda. And they both still don’t have any letters but they are hanging out all the time. It doesn’t bother her until they start excluding her. It’s then when she no longer can live in denial.

It’s petty, she’s jealous and she does something stupid.

She sends the picture to Ty and it all comes crashing down. They fight, she can’t remember what’s said but she knows it’s harsh but what kills her is when he shows her the A on his wrist. But it’s what he says afterwards that completely breaks her.

“Hopefully you never meet your soulmate because you don’t deserve them.”

And it angers her so much because it’s true. She knocks his tooth out (they put it back).

That night a R appears after the T. It’s bittersweet she thinks as she feels asleep with tears in her eyes. She uses her watch to cover her wrist after that day and vows tip forget about her soulmate. 

Trini’s twelve when she gets the K. It’s bittersweet. 

She’s sitting at the dining table with her parents when she starts to feel like someone is dragging a razor across her skin. She lifts her sleeve up and jumps in astonishment as black ink begins to form a letter. Her parents watch in excitement with her and when the letter becomes clear they start spouting off names with the letter K; Kevin, Kyle, Karl. Trini’s heart breaks a little because she knows (hopes) that the name will be different. 

She thinks of Katie the cute girl who sits in front of her in English. Of Keisha who always smiles at her in the hallways. She wishes she could tell her parents. She wishes she could be honest. She wishes her parents would understand when she’s ready.

She brings Katie over for a study date. Katie who still hasn’t gotten any letters but has seen the K on her wrist and smiles often at her. Sometime later Katie leans over and lands a peck on her lips. Trini feels her face heat up. They go back to studying even though Trini can’t concentrate anymore. She can’t stop thinking about Katie’s soft lips. She can’t stop thinking about how nice it felt. She’s not sure if Katie is her soulmate but she wouldn’t mind kissing her again. 

They’ve been together for almost a year and Trini thinks she’s in love, she believes they might be soulmates. She feels the happiest she’s ever been. She still hasn’t told her parents but the suspicious looks her mother gives her makes her insides hurt. 

It’s when she’s thirteen that her world falls apart.

Katie comes in and She can tell that the girl is trying to contain her excitement but she’s bubbling with energy.

“I got my first letter.” Trini can tell the girl is trying (and failing) to sound disappointed.

It feels like her heart stutters. Katie reveals her wrist and a D is there flaring back at her.

“I’m sorry. Good luck with finding your soulmate.”

Trini never looks back up. Katie leaves and she doesn’t move. She feels empty in a way that it hurts. For the next week she refuses to go to school, refuses to answer her parents’ concerned questions and only eats the bare minimum. 

She gets an I following the K after that. But she’s numb, she doesn’t care. She could get a full name and still not be sure that she has found her soulmate. So many people share the same name. She’s not going to get hurt again. 

They move a month later.

She’s fourteen when her parents bring over Kaleb from church. She hates him. Hates the way his shirt is tucked into his jeans all nice and proper, hates how he addresses her parents as sir and ma'am, hates how he keeps trying to discreetly (and fails) glance at her bracelet covered wrist. She sees the T on his wrist and almost feels sorry for him. She ignores him throughout dinner as her parents encourage (push) her to converse with him.

“You’re wasting your time.” Trini finally mumbles without looking up but the silence that follows tells her that the whole table heard.

Her mother excuses her little brothers who take the chance and run to their room.

“I’m not your soulmate.” She finally looks at the boy.  She shows him her wrist, the two letters causing a delusury burning (she wishes she could rip her skin off), relief crosses his face and Trini scoffs.

“What are you waiting for, you know where the door is?” She pushes her plate away, not that she has ate much.  

“Trini that’s no way to treat our guest.” Her mom scolds her with a glare as Kaleb shifts uncomfortably in his seat, itching to get out of this place (just like Trini). 

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Her father presses gently.

It’s eating at her and if she holds it any longer she’ll drown. It comes from the back of her throat before she can think of the repercussions.

“Because I’m gay!”

Kaleb leaves after that. Her nightmares come true, her mom starts yelling at her amd she sits their unresponsive which only serves to fuel her mother’s anger. She yells at her for embarrassing her in front of a guest, for hiding things, and for saying nonsense. But what hurts more than her mother’s anger is the silence and look of disappointment from her father.

They move within three days.

The silence continues on her behalf. She didn’t think it could hurt more. But then her mother starts spouting off names again. Kirk, Killian, Kile. She starts avoiding dinners.

It’s not hard to find someone who deals. She does it to piss her mom off. She does it to forget. To feel something other than pain. The first time she smokes weed she has a coughing fit and wonders how the hell someone can like this shit. But eventually she gets the hang of it. She’s floating in a euphoric high, nothing can touch her.

Her vice (escape) only lasts a few months before her mom catches her. Finds a joint while snooping through her stuff. They threaten to send her to rehab. They move again.

Her mother’s questions continue but now a monthly urine test is added to the conversations. She stops if just to get her mother off her back. But she wonders what her  next vice will be.

At times when she’s showering, she considers grabbing the razor and dragging it across her wrist destroying the letters that only seem to bring her problems. But she can never being herself to do it.

She considers getting a tattoo to cover it. She knows a guy who’ll do it even though she’s a minor. She makes an appointment, shows up. It’s really sketchy, in his living room but he pulls out a brand new clean needle but before he can bring the needle to her skin she retracts. She needs to know the full mame first, know that her mother is wrong and that she’s not confused.

But she feels bad wasting this guys time so instead she opts for something different. She ends up getting a black and yellow sabre tooth tiger on her left shoulder. She knows her parents would kill her if they ever find out but that thought encourages her to go through with it. It stings in a way similar to when she got her letters.

She’s fifteen when her parents decide to move again. Destination: Angel Grove.

She doesn’t hate it as much as she thought she would. Her new vice becomes tai chi and heavy metal.

Not long after she turns 15 she gets her third letter. She sitting in the back row of her biology classroom when the familiar stinging sensation bolts her from her thoughts. The letter M appears and her breath catches as she glances up to look at the girl sitting a few seats ahead of her. Former head cheerleader fallen from grace, that’s as much as Trini knows.

It could be her or there could be different name on the girl’s wrist. Trini doesn’t want to know. 

She books it from class as soon as the bell rings and heads for the cliff. She runs, what’s the point of knowing her soulmate if her parents will force her to move eventually.

That night she meets the group of misfits. She thinks she dies but somehow wakes up alive and well in her bed the next morning. She wonders for a few minutes which option would’ve been better.

The day gets weirder but besides getting pulled over a cliff by none other than Kimberly Hart, the girl does not seem to act any different around her. Trini buries the disappointment and deems that the girl is not her soulmate.

And that thought is what makes her not run away and actually form a cautious friendship with Kimberly. Any doubts she has quickly fade, being around Kim is easy. She hasn’t felt quite is relaxed like this in a long time. She thinks she doesn’t need her soulmate when she has her friends, when she has Kim.

Kim can’t help but think it would be so easy if Jason Scott was her soulmate. He’s caring and kind but she has absolutely no romantic feelings for him. She has a T and an R on her wrist, and he has a W on one wrist and a Z on the other. He doesn’t talk about it, she doesn’t ask but she tells him everything and it helps that he forgives her for what she’s done considering she still hasn’t managed to forgive herself.

She grows closer to the rangers but closer to Trini. The girl whose like a grumpy cat but if she likes you, you’re one of the lucky ones. She’s not sure when it happens but they’re at the donut shop and it hits her. She doesn’t feel lonely anymore. 

Rita happens and she doesn’t have much time to dwell on her feelings. She hasn’t felt anger as heavy as when she sees the marks on Trini’s neck and she knows that when she gets the chance she’ll make Rita regret ever laying a hand on Trini.

Billy dies, Billy comes back to life and Rita gets bitch slapped into space. Things seem to finally be settling down.

They are all still friends and Trini’s still there. Kim can’t help but think how lucky she is to have her in her life, and she’ll do whatever she can to deserve her friendship.

A few weeks after the Goldar incident and Kim finds herself sitting on Trini’s couch for a Netflix marathon. Trini’s parents are out of town visiting family for the weekend and the boys had plans to work on Jason’s truck, which makes Kim glad she can spend some alone time with Trini.

3 things happen at once.

One: Trini reaches leans forward towards the popcorn and her sleeveless shirt shifts and Kimberly catches sight of yellow and black saber tooth tiger on her left shoulder. She feels her mouth go dry, stomach tighten and a slight throb between her legs. Her face heats up as she realizes she’s turned on by discovering that Trini has a tattoo. It hits her that she’s attracted to her best friend.

Two: the familiar burning sensation on her wrist comes. She moves her watch slightly to see a new letter begin to form. An I. Her heartbeat is so loud she hears it thumping in her ears. It’s like being thrown in cold water and she wonders how she never considered the possibility that the girl in front of her could be her soulmate. She looks at Trini and wonders if she knows, if she has any letters. It’s that moment that all the feelings she has been experiencing lately begin to make sense.

Three: as Trini reaches for the popcorn bowl her bracelets on her left hand shift and Kimberly catches sight of the three letters marking the skin. She freezes and her blood runs cold. Thoughts race through her head. Trini knew and never told her and there has to be a reason for that. She doesn’t want her, why else keep it a secret.

She goes through a rollercoaster of emotions in the span of a few seconds. Arousal, joy, (it’s a goal high) and then the hurt (a goal low). And it really fucking hurts knowing that your soulmate doesn’t want you, that you don’t deserve them.

She stands abruptly, the tv control falling to the wooden floor with a clash.

“Kim?” Trini turns to her with worry.

She runs.

ways to cleanse your life (or, at least, ways I do)

* take a deep breath, hold, and release in a way you can hear it leaving your body (if you can’t exhale loudly, try exhaling while making a “shh” sound)

* put your phone on the charger and leave it there

* throw laundry (especially towels/sheets) in the wash

* put everything away (shoes, clothes, books, tuck it away– if it doesn’t have a designated spot, give it one, even if temporary)

* take out the trash, then do another sweep with a garbage bag to check for more

* open all the windows (if possible/applicable)

* put on a pot of coffee/tea

* put on gentle instrumental music

* drink a glass of cold water slowly

* wipe down or spritz everything with florida water or rose water

* pull things you don’t wear/use out of your closet or wherever and toss them in a box/bag for donating (think about a happy feeling you’ve had with each item as you add it, that’s a little blessing)

* clean out your purse/backpack and place in it only the items you absolutely want/need in it

* sort the apps on your phone/items on your desktop into neat folders or groupings; delete what you don’t need

* do a backup of what you need & update your operating system/software(s)

* vacuum/sweep (consider using a carpet refresher if you’ve got carpet, I use baking soda with a little essential oil mixed in– sprinkle over your carpet, leave for a few minutes, and then vacuum up)

* go through your wallet– get rid of receipts you don’t need, business cards you don’t need, etc.

* put something fresh, simple, cheap, & yummy in the oven (look up easy one-pan meals online, there are tons, my favs involve roasting carrots and potatoes); even if you don’t feel like eating much you’ll enjoy whatever you do eat & you’ll probably have some leftovers too (which makes me feel abundant, idk about y’all)

* rinse off your feet and put some lotion on them

* wash your hair

* wash your face, even if just with a wipe or some cool water

* brush your teeth/swish some mouthwash/swish some cool water (or if you’ve got a sore throat, swish & gargle some warm salt water)

* write down your favorite poem/prayer on a piece of paper and stick it where you can see it, or write a couple things you’re grateful for

* put spare change in a cup/bowl, do the same with paperclips, bobby pins, hair ties, etc. whatever little things get scattered– find appropriate place(s) for your cup(s)/bowl(s) as you go (ex. I keep my bobby pins and hair ties in a dish on my nightstand, paperclips on my desk, and coins in a jar on an altar)

* make a list of simple, broken down tasks

* spritz a pillow/stuffed animal with something nice smelling & then hug it frequently

* change your clothes/underwear (bonus points if you change into a neutral color like white, black, grey, or a nude that fits your skin)

Witchy Tip

When mixed in a tea, jasmine, lavender, and sage have tons of medicinal and magickal benefits and tastes exactly like honeysuckle nectar.  

Medical Benefits: cognitive boost, antioxidants, anti-inflammatory, immune system reboot, lowers cholesterol, prevents and treats cancer, heart tonic, digestive benefits, mild aphrodisiac, pain relief, heals skin, treats insomnia.

Magickal Benefits: fertility, calming, warding off evil, attracting love, success, divination, promoting ideas and creativity, prophetic dreams, good fortune, money, cleansing, passion, meditation.


Here you go, first one of the year! Hope you guys enjoy it, let me know what you think xx


Originally posted by ohmygoshharrystyles

There’s a quietness in the room that’s disturbing after all the noise and movement from the night before - you and Harry had come back from Cheshire after spending two weeks with his family for the holidays.

There was chatter and noise all around during those festive days and even though you had skipped a trip to the pub with his hometown friends, allowing him some time for himself and his pals, you had spent the best part of the night in a fierce game of Scrabble with Gemma and Anne, while Robin observed the three of you screaming your heads off about points and game rules you knew nothing about.

Now, back in London post an agitated New Year’s Eve night and after spending the night in your own bed, in the silence of yours and Harry’s place, you realize how much you’ve missed the silence and the calm of your home. Not that you didn’t have fun, you had plenty of that, but being able to snuggle into your boyfriend’s body and not worry about his mother barging in on the two of you is, in fact, a relief.

Your skin is sensitive from the cold and sleep is slipping away, the slightest brush of the covers is enough to make you stir, so, when Harry’s hands brush against your back and your bottom, to fit one of his legs between yours, that’s enough to bring you to consciousness.

“Harr- let me sleep!” You mumble, tucking your face into the crook of his neck and locking your leg around his hip, cuddling in as close as you can manage in your sleep induced stupor.

“Jus’ want a morning cuddle, ’s that so bad?” He croaks, voice rough and scratchy from sleep, his warm hand pressing to your lower back to bring you closer, if that was even possible.

“It is when you didn’t let me sleep with all your snoring…” You gripe, arm lifting up to wrap around his neck, your fingers burying into his soft hair.

“Oi! ‘S not nice!” He prostests, fingers digging into your skin to pull you closer.

It’s early and the room is chilly, the light from the morning slipping through the cracks of your bedroom window, letting you know there’s a new day. You and Harry are both on your sides, clinging to each other as if your life depends on it and you sigh contently – you’re both home at last and you’re ready to spend the next few days between the sheets, but for now, you just want to get back to sleep.

Even though your body is asking for it, it seems your brain is not ready to go back to resting just yet. It’s been minutes of silence and just feeling each other close, but you’ve become painfully aware of the smell of Harry’s skin, the soap and sweat mixed with his perfume enough to make you burrow closer and inhale deeply against his neck.

“What’s that, love?” He asks and you can hear the smile on his voice when you kiss the spot right under his ear.

“You smell good…” Sighing, you squeeze him, nails digging into his scalp when you try and pull yourself closer to him in a painfully tight embrace. Your hips roll forward, your core rubbing softly against his thigh that’s tucked tight against your center. Your breath gets caught in your throat at the sensation. You know it’s ridiculous to feel so much from such a small rub, but it’s been so long… just over two weeks, actually, since the both of you had ben intimate.

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#8 // Dylan x reader x Eric

warnings: lmao hey guys, NSFW content, tiny bit of daddy kink, kind of … humiliation? mild humiliation? READ IT N SEE it’s messy

a/n: thanks for the request whoever u are, i think this maybe strayed from the prompt a little but ? hope u enjoy.

“I don’t know…” you mumble to Dylan, eyes flicking over to Eric, sat alone at the edge of the bed
“We just both like it.” He explains, taking your hand in his. His thumbs run over your knuckles soothingly, making you feel safe and grounded.

The request wasn’t overly weird. It was different, sure, but not weird. You found yourself oddly into it - the thought of putting on a show exciting you.

“So, you want Eric to watch us have sex? That’s it? No touching?”

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Lord of Thorns (Chapter Six)

Peter is the sweetest, and Wade stands no chance of not falling in love.
I’m so glad you guys are enjoying this story! Share the love and like and reblog for me! And oh my gosh I have been loving hearing from you guys, so keep those messages/ asks coming! love my readers!

This Chapter picks up right where Chapter Five left off.

Enjoy :)

The fire was burning bright, Wade slumped painfully in his great chair, when the boy came back inside from the stables, clutching several parcels to his chest.

“Um, my Aunt–” he started hesitantly. “My aunt makes poultices and pain relief things, and I had some in Phillips saddlebags. I’m going to mix some up for you.”

Wade didn’t answer, turning his face into the side of the chair, closing his eyes against the pain in his side. The boy should have left him in the forest. Now, in the warm room, the adrenaline was wearing off and Wade was getting light headed from blood loss, the hurt making him shake violently, and he didn’t even hear what the boy was saying to him, didn’t even register his cloak being moved aside, but then everything in his body seized, his back arching and he shouted out in anger, jerking away when the boy laid something against him that made his skin feel like it was falling off.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Every movement hurt and Wade swore again, forcing himself to still before turning furious eyes on the boy. “That hurts!”

“If you held still it wouldn’t hurt as much!” he snapped right back and Wade’s lips curled in a snarl.

“If you hadn’t run into the woods this never would have happened. I wouldn’t have had to take on a wolf pack to keep you safe.”

The boy dipped the rag in some water and squeezed it with shaking hands. “If you wouldn’t have scared me I wouldn’t have run away!”

Wade’s mouth dropped open. “You were in the West Tower. No one is allowed in the West Tower! If you would have stayed away, I wouldn’t have had to yell at you.”

“Maybe.” the boy huffed, reaching for another one of small packets, emptying it in the water and submerging the cloth. “Maybe.” he said again, softer. “But it wouldn’t hurt for you to control your temper.” he swallowed hard, slim throat jerking with the movement. “Hold still, alright? This is going to sting some more.”

Wade clenched his teeth, bit back a groan of pain, but didn’t pull away, and after a few minutes, the boy wrapped the wound with some gauze and backed away a few steps to start cleaning up his supplies.

“My names Peter.” the boy said hesitantly, so quietly Wade almost didn’t catch it. “And I–I–I’m sorry for going into the West Tower, My Lord.”

“Um.” Wade was speechless for a minute, the anger gone from him instantly at the unexpected apology. “It's… fine. No harm done, I suppose.”

Pretty red lips lifted in a small smile, and Wade found himself staring, something like interest curling through his body. “I’m going to check your temperature, alright? Just need to make sure an infection isn’t setting in.” Peter asked, moving towards him, and Wade startled violently when Peter touched his forehead, hissing in pain as the gauze pulled at his wound again.
“Alright? Does that hurt?” Peter looked down at him with a frown and Wade swallowed.

“I–I–” he licked his lips nervously. “It’s fine.” Peter nodded shortly, and held his palm against Wade’s head for a minute, then seemed to be satisfied and pulled away.

“It doesn’t seem like you have a fever and the wound is clean, so you should be alright. Just rest, and lots to drink, alright?”

“You are…good at this.” Wade ventured and the boy smiled again.

“My Aunt taught me. She always said that being able to take care of someone else was the greatest feeling and I guess I have to agree. Always liked going along with her when she went to help at the orphanage.”

Peter tucked everything back into the bag he had brought with him, and turned to leave, hesitating at the big doors. “Thank you for saving my life.”


Wade was still staring at the door long after Peter had left.

Peter. The beautiful boy who had stood up to him. Who had defied him. Who had tried to fend off wolves with only a branch. Peter.  Had brought him home. Had cleaned his wounds. Had thanked him. Had touched him.

And that was it, right there.
He had forgotten what it felt like to be touched by someone.

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anonymous asked:

Could you write a drabble where Loki manages to escape Thanos the first time around, and makes it back to Asgard, but because of the torture, he's stuck in his Jotun form? Pretty Please?

They meant to wear him down.

Loki could feel it happening. Pain and humiliation scraping layers of his self away a little at a time, flaying away his soul as surely as they flayed away his skin. The brief respites only served to heighten the anticipation of agony, to give him the chance to heal only so they could reinflict the same or worse, wearing through his resistance for some unknowable purpose. They wanted him raw and weak and Loki fought not to give them either.

But he was fighting a losing battle.

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“Mount Fuji.” Harry answers smugly – he was the one who named him, and Y/N looks over to him with the fondest eyes he’s ever seen.

“Mount Fuji? That just made him even cuter!” She all but whines, looking down at the dog seriously, “I will give all my love to you.”

Harry slides off the barstool, walking over and crouching down besides the two of them, “Y'know usually he doesn’t like strangers. Think you might be some sorta dog whisperer.”

Y/N looks over to him, but there’s no witty quips at her mouth, only smiling at him with the softest gaze he’s ever seen her have, eyes filled with so much unadulterated love for this Pug and it makes his heart swell with warmth.

Harry vows that one day, he’s going to get her to look at him like that.


Harry is on the football team and Y/N steals a dog

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Random Snippet #22: Dancing On the Line

Found this sitting in my WIP folder, from the last AU Week. I don’t remember why I didn’t finish it then, but here you go! (The timeline is probably all kinds of wonky, but whatever.) Set shortly after the night Caroline almost dies from Klaus’ biting her.

A strange bit of hurt/comfort. Casual mentions of murder.

Caroline ran.

Her sleepy Saturday morning had erupted with blood and her mother’s screams. Liz’ shouting hadn’t been of pain, but warning, and Caroline had done as her mother had ordered. Her right side was on fire, and her bare feet protested sharply at each quick impact, but she kept going.

It’d been a concern, once they’d started to think through their grief that Bill hadn’t kept it quiet that his daughter had been turned. Liz had sat her down with grim eyes, warned Caroline softly that some of her father’s friends would never see her as anything but a monster.

“You saw Steven’s face.”

Caroline swallowed and nodded, spoon moving listlessly through her rapidly congealing cereal. “Yeah. I did.”

Liz looked away for a long moment. “I told Steven it wasn’t your doing, but I don’t know how convinced he was that you are safe. Odds are, he’ll hold his tongue, but I don’t know if Bill was quiet about why he was visiting.”

“He was helping Tyler to gain control over his change,” Caroline said tonelessly.

“Sounds about right,” Liz said wearily. “You’re father was obsessed with control. I need you to promise me, honey, that if I ever tell you to run, you go. No questions asked, no argument. You run.”

Wary, Caroline looked at her mother. “Mom…”

Blue eyes steely, Liz sipped her coffee. “These people that your father ran with, they aren’t the reasonable sort. They won’t hurt me, but they’d stake you without thought. You run, Caroline, when I tell you too.”

Out her window and over the fence, the sudden white-hot pain in her side followed by an explosion of sound told her she’d been lucky to escape. They’d flanked the house, had expected Liz to warn her.

Dodging around a tree, she screamed in surprise and pain as she slammed into something solid. They both should have gone down with the impact, but a solid arm wrapped around her hips, and she sucked in a breath as her nose brushed against warm skin.


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Fragile Heart: Part 2

Part 2 of this Austen-esque historical drabble with a little frozen jewel thrown in.

Also, posted as one comeplete story on AO3 and FF.NET


(For @lenfaz)

The sun was shining when she awoke. Her fitful dreams began to fade. She felt a hand holding hers. When she opened her eyes, she saw it was Elsa.

“Elsa,” she hummed, her voice unexpectedly hoarse.

“Oh my lord,” her friend cried, “You’re awake!”

Emma’s eyelids fluttered. “Elsa…” she whispered.

Her friend was pressing her hand against her forehead. Emma looked at her, waiting for her eyes to focus; Elsa’s eyes were rimmed red.

“Hush,” Elsa said, a small smile lighting up her face, “You must rest your voice.”

Nodding, Emma ran her tongue over her lips. They were dry and parched.

“You’ve been confined to bed for a fortnight now.”

“A fortnight…” Emma repeated.

“Yes, your fever-” Elsa’s voice cracked. Emma blinked until she could see clearly. Emma laid her hand on top of her friends and squeezed as tightly as she could in her weakened state. “But the physician advised us to wait. So… we have. Oh Emma.”

Tossing her arms around her, Elsa held her friend, her breathing shuddering a little.

“I’m fine, I promise.”

Next, Elsa took a wet rag and pressed it against her skin. The relief was palpable. “You’re family are at church, I offered to remain with you.”

“Thank you.” With shaking arms,  Emma began to push herself to sit up. Elsa tried to keep her lying down, but Emma shooed away her hands. As she rose, flashes of her feverish days peppered her vision. Being tangled in the linens of her bed. Hot skin and cool hands. Dark, light, dark. She wanted to push away those unpleasant memories. “What have I missed?” she smiled, “A fortnight is an age in terms of gossip.”

The expression on her friend’s face was most unexpected. “Oh, well…”

Elsa brought her chair a little closer to the edge of the bed.

“Emma… it’s most wonderful. Captain Jones, well, he loves me. And he wants to marry.”

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Beard Burn - Colton Parayko

Originally posted by intermissionpenguins

Notes: Let me tell you, I had no idea who Colton was (like I had heard of him but barely) and he is a very beautiful specimen of a man and I’m very glad that he got requested because very cute very cute. I hope you all enjoy!

Smut: Yes | No

Warnings: The occasional mention of extracurricular activities, if you get my drift

Requested: Yes | No

Teaser: “Yes those, how’d you get them?” “There from your beard, obviously.”
He looked at you in shock, “my beard?”

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Perfect Perfidy Pt.2

PART 2 OF PERFECT PERFIDY, find part 1 here, part 3 here and part 4 here!

I did trash I’m so sorry but enjoy anyway! I love you all so much. Also please let me know if you’d all like a part 3! Since school started again I’ll have allocate a special time to write for you guys!

A month had passed since you left Jumin, you weren’t sure what to do with him and your marriage, you kept your phone turned off and asked Zen to keep quiet about residing with him temporarily and he had gladly listened to your request. The two of you lived in peace, almost like a couple, he went to work while you stayed at home cooking and cleaning since it was the least you could do, he came home and you hugged him tight as a greeting, the two of you shared a bed every night and you borrowed a lot of his t-shirts. It was natural for the both of you now to act this way although you freaked out when Zen had told you how you yanked him in bed to sleep with you on the first night, despite him assuring you he was fine with it.

You wanted to deny that you were using Zen as a replacement for Jumin, you missed Jumin, he was your everything, but Jumin decided to walk out of your life just as Zen walked in, it was purely coincidental.

Zen was worried that you didn’t see him as a man any more or you were just tempting him, he had to run into the shower to help himself so many times because of you,too many times to count, you would grind on him accidentally while you were sleeping and you had constantly walked around in his t-shirts and when you bent down or reached up he couldn’t help but look at how sultry you looked although he knew your intentions were innocent. He knew you still loved him.

Zen had gotten a new role and had suggested going out for the night to celebrate, also reasoning that you needed to get out of the house and let loose. You agreed and ended up actually leaving the house to buy a new dress, as soon as you got home you tried it on and looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror.

You had lost enough weight for it to be noticeable but you prayed it was just because you were over analysing yourself and it wasn’t really noticeable, the dress was white and had off shoulder long lace sleeves, the dress itself was plain and ended mid-thigh with a straight neckline to level with the start of your sleeves. It looked good on you and you hoped Zen thought so too, you wanted to look for him since he was taking you out, it would be rude to not put any effort in.

You went to the front door when you had heard it open, going to greet Zen, as usual, running up and hugging him like you always do.

“Welcome back Zen!” You said as he turned around to close the door, you hugged him from behind and nuzzled your face into his side with the purpose of tickling him in your mind.

Zen laughed and turned around to return the embrace, but he froze when he saw what you were wearing, your smooth and bare shoulders flicking a switch in his mind with just a mere glance, the dress was short and tight, serving as the last push he needed to take her completely right there.

“M-MC, you look great! But I should go and get uhh changed” Zen somehow managed to spit out as he ran to the bathroom.

You smiled to yourself as you went to make yourself a cup of tea while you waited for Zen to get ready completely clueless of what was going on behind the bathroom door. Zen cursed at himself in the shower as he reached down to help himself once again with the thought of you in his head, you affected him so much and it infuriated him that you didn’t even realise it.

Once Zen was showered and dressed the two of you then later found yourselves standing outside a club, the outside had a placid feel with few people loitering here and there but you could hear the booming music from the inside, a high contrast with just a wall to divide them. The two of you walked in and sat down, ignoring the sudden blast of hot air and scent of alcohol obnoxiously hanging around you.

You looked to your left and saw Zen already had a beer in hand so you ordered one of your own drinks to help you slacken up, before you knew it Zen had taken your hand when he was sure you both were intoxicated enough to have some fun and took you to the dance floor, he was drunk and so were you and the two of you were dancing together, completely failing to notice someone slip something into your drink and speak urgently into the phone. The two of you moved suggestively against each other, his hands touching you all over with an occasional squeeze and your hands behind you palming him through his jeans. It was like that for a while before the song changed and Zen pulled you back to where you drinks were.

“We should continue that somewhere else MC” he whispered into your ear as he pulled one of your hands forcing you to touch him again “You’ve woken up the beast”

You giggled as you drank the last of your drink with your other hand ignoring the slight chemical taste in it. Zen pulled you outside of the club and walked into an alleyway, shoving you against the wall and attacked your neck, it all had happened so quick you didn’t notice how fast the place had emptied and how chilly the air had gotten.

A whimper slipped from your mouth as he sucked hard and let go, admiring the oval shaped hickey he made.

“MC, you have no idea how crazy you drive me, you’re so beautiful at home, I can’t ignore a princess like you walking around in nothing but my shirts, it drives me insane” he said as his hand slid up your thigh and pushed your dress all the way up to your hips. You went to move your arms to push him off but you couldn’t control your arms, they felt numb. Panic flared in you and your eyes widened, had your drink been spiked?! You couldn’t be sure right now but that would be the most plausible explanation considering it was a club and that kind of thing happened all the time.

You tried to move your legs but you found that you didn’t have any control over your legs either, meanwhile Zen had continued his assault on you, clearly inebriated to the point of no return, he was acting on complete impulse without a second thought. He moved from your neck and peppered light kisses on your cheek before going for your mouth, the drugs you had inadvertently taken has now taken its full effect on you, you couldn’t move your head away to avoid his kiss or even stand up, you were relying on his tight hold he had on your hips.

Zen had now completely violated your mouth with his tongue and you would have been shaking in fear or struggling against him if you had been able to move, you accidentally moaned when you felt one of Zen’s cold hands slip into your panties, he smirked against your lips before you felt him being ripped off of you and you felt yourself fall forward, a scream about to rip from your mouth since making noises was the only thing you could do, although a familiar black haired man caught your fall and stopped your scream.

Your heart dropped when you realised it was Jumin and that he had thrown Zen onto the ground a couple of meters away from you, effectively halting Zen’s assault, you cursed yourself when you realised Jumin had caught you wasting your life away at some club and had witnessed you in your weakest state and to top it all off, he hated Zen and here you were letting him get intimate with you.

“Let’s go home princess” Jumin said as he fixed your clothing up, threw his coat over you and then threw you over his shoulder walking back to his limo. Jumin lightly set you down on the seat and then climbed in himself, telling driver Kim to go to the penthouse as quick as he can.

Jumin stared at your unmoving body, his hands fiddling with each other, you couldn’t help but remember how those hands touched another woman the way he was only supposed to touch you, that same hand with a ring on it touched another woman when he had promised to be yours. You felt tears drip from your eyes and roll down your cheeks but you couldn’t move to wipe them off

Your eyes shot up when you felt a thumb wiping your tears away, your stomach churned in disgust and hate before you willed your tongue to project your thoughts.

“Don’t touch me with your defiled and tainted skin, Jumin” you spat, relief sweeping over you when his eyes widened and soft hand disappeared.