so i'm going to spread them out over the next few days

Mind your words (Please stop the hate)

There are days where it feels like I’m standing in the middle of a busy street, screaming my lungs out and only a handful of people hear what I have to say.

But a handful of people hearing me is better than no one hearing me. So I will continue to speak out against the anon hate, begging for it to stop.

 And it needs to stop. 

I’ve made previous posts here and here about all the hate going on, only to see it seem to be getting worse.

The varying levels of hate that I have seen in the last few days is just heartbreaking. From being mad that one-shots are being posted and not a series. To sending messages scolding writers about their fics (which they chose to read, no one forces anyone to read fics). To sending rules to a writer/blogger about what she is and is not allowed to write about and post about on their own blog!!!! And lastly, to hating a writer so much that a blogger made a blog with the name I-hate-______ (I am not going to name the blog, out of respect for her victim, who has been humiliated enough. The hate blog has been reported by me and several others), who then sent messages to everyone that their victim is following, telling them to boycott that blog. It’s just heinous.  

My point is that when there is so much hate out there that blogs are being made just to target and very publicly announce how much they hate certain blogs or people…. then it’s gotten out of hand. 

What if you told someone to kill themselves becuase you hated them so much over some little slight that you think they did to you? How the hell would you feel if someone killed themselves over words that you said? How would you live with yourself???? 

The words that you say can have a lasting effect on a person. A good or bad effect? That rests solely on you and the words that you chose to say. 

So please make the right choice. Because something has to give. This hate needs to stop. It takes so much more time and energy to spread hate!!! Spreading love takes so much less time to do and the benefits are so much, much better. You feel better about yourself. Other people feel better about themselves. Tumblr is a safer place to escape too, and it makes the real world easier to deal with. So why spread the hate?????? Spread love, say nice things, be a good person and you will be so much happier!!!!

Before you make the choice to send hate mail, or bully a person, think of this:

And would you want it said to you? 

Chances are that you wouldn’t, so why say it to someone else? Why treat someone else like that? Treat others the way you want to be treated. Kindness, love and respect go a long way in this world. More so than hate, lies and bullying. 

And at the end of the day, at the end of your life. You can look back over it and say to yourself…. I made a difference. I had the opportunity to spread hate and negativity throughout the world, but instead I chose to spread love and kindness. If you do that one tiny change, you will change the world. All it takes is one act of kindness to start a change, even if you don’t see it, it’s there. The kind words you said to someone encouraged them to keep writing, keep going and they go and write a best seller that helps change the way people view themselves. Or your kind words could stop someone from killing themselves, someone who could make a groundbreaking discovery. Or be the parent to a child who makes the discovery. You never know if it will happen or not, but do you want to take that chance that your hateful words and actions deprived the world of someone they needed?

I don’t want to take that chance. 

And you shouldn’t either. So stop with the hate. Instead focus on yourself and why have so much hurt and anger that you feel the need to send hate mail and bully people who have never hurt you before. And work on getting past it. Reach out to someone for help. Because there is always someone willing to help.

And if someone did hurt you, they did not mean it. It was not intentional. And maybe talk to them and let them know what happened and how you feel. But do it without sending hate.

There is only one world, this one. So lets make it a better place.

Stop the hate. Spread the love.

Tagging some blogs once again, so we can help spread the word. The hate needs to stop @everyjourneylove @theimaginesyouneveraskedfor @chaos-and-the-calm67 @marvelfanuniverse @averil-of-fairlea @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @girl-next-door-writes @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @ilostmyshoe-79 @manawhaat @mamapeterson @fromthedeskoftheraven @ozhawkauthor @lark-cale @meganlpie @lucifer-in-leather @wayward-mirage @winchester-writes @iwantthedean @atc74 @faith-in-dean @letsgetoutalive @dragonkitty @writerlivinginadarkworld @babypieandwhiskey @fizzy-custard @lady-kaaesien @writingsofa-hobbit @drabbletastic @growningupgeek @hobbithorse19 @motleymoose @luckynumber1213 @heilith @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel @goldenangelbloodcastiel @aerisawriting @beaflower77 @kaykayvoltage53 @guhnerketeer @torn-and-frayed @a-daughter-of-durin @sdavid09 @paigeinastory @crushing83 @buckysmetallicstump @nichelle-my-belle @howdidthisevenhappenanyway 

sophies-sideshow  asked:

Fic titlefor zoop bc im trash: "Fairest and Fallen" gud luk

The Fairest and the Fallen (and those who followed)

Judy wanted to be a Knight.

Nick wanted to be left alone.

Neither would really get what they wanted.

Here. Take my messy excuse of a story! I needed some practice between writing practicum and this is what I could come up with! It’s a little… nonsensical. But it’s the cause of sleepless nights, grad school, and a test tomorrow morning that I haven’t nearly studied enough for.


He is a thief, and she is a…

She is what she is. And she tells him, as she waves a sword in his face, that she’s a knight.

“A knight, huh?” He scoffs, and jingles the cuffs she’d ceremoniously slapped onto his wrists. They were rusted and red, and he hoped that whatever that was wasn’t blood but he had a sneaky suspicion-

She breaks him from his reveries. “You’re coming with me.” The daggers at her belt aren’t tied correctly, and they clink together when she turns on her heel. “The King has an order out for you. First knight to bring you back gets the reward.”

“First Knight.” He followed her, falling into step cheerfully. “I don’t think he said First Bunny. Do you get cuteness points or something?”

She spun round, and her sword was back. Held incorrectly, he noted. One swat of his paws and that thing would go flying halfway across the little crushed shell path they were standing on. He smiled, giving his reflection on the blade a little how-do-you-do. “Don’t” she intones, “call me cute.”

“Fine. Adorable. Endearing. Small and fluffy. Doesn’t matter. You’re still all of the above. And Knight hardly qualifies.”

She looks like she wants to cut him down. He doubted she could. But. Still. The look was almost enough. Then, with a haughty little puff of air, she collected herself up. The seashells under her feet rattled when she began to walk again. “Just… let’s go. I don’t have time for this.”

“Two weeks walk to the King’s. You’ve got plenty of time for me, Fluff.”

He’s right. And she’s regretting it dearly.

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So, totally got inspired by this video I stumbled upon, and needed to write a freewood fic immediately. 

Gavin couldn’t say he necessarily enjoyed working at a Costco. Sure, it wasn’t the worst job he could have, but it didn’t really have him jumping for joy every time he woke up at an ungodly hour to get ready to take inventory.

That being said, he loved quite a few things about his job–the people were a plus, the pay wasn’t bad, and the employee discounts meant he could actually shop at the damn store he worked for, which was far better than he could say for the other shops he had previously been employed at.

“Oi, B! You’re gonna fucking love this new shipment we got,” Dan said the moment Gavin entered the backroom.

He waited until Gavin had locked his belongings away in his locker and donned the required red vest before dragging him out onto the sales floor.

“Christ B, what’s got you all fired up? Gonna rip my bloody arm off if you pull any harder.”

“Ah, you’ll thank me in a sec.”

Gavin doubted it highly, but he was proven wrong the moment Dan dragged him to one of the large center aisles. Gavin’s eyes widened as he spied three beautiful pianos displayed, still untouched by any curious customers or sticky-fingered children.

“And guess who managed to convince Mark to let a certain big-nosed twat sell them today?” Dan said smugly. Gavin’s head snapped up to meet Dan’s eyes. He grinned widely.

“B! I bloody love you, B!”

“Yeah, I know you do. Go on, get acquainted. Store opens in 5, B.”

“Cheers B!”

Gavin didn’t hesitate to bolt over to the lovely things. He ran his hand gently over the top before sitting at the bench. His fingers dances over the keys in a few simple chords before he let out a small laugh. It’d been too long.

The store opened and he began his usual routine, but he never strayed far from the pianos. A few kids stopped by to bang on the keys and Gavin had to bite his tongue not to snap at them before they were dragged away by their harried parents. At long last, there was a lull in the initial opening swarm and he sat back down at the bench. He didn’t have a song in mind, just the itch to touch those gleaming keys. For a few minutes he let his fingers create a tune while he smiled at the passers-by.  

Jack, one of the floor managers, walked by then, his usual clipboard and smile combo present. Gavin almost stopped playing but Jack waved him down.

“You’re drawing attention to the sale, so keep it going,” he said with a laugh. “I didn’t know you played, Gav.”

Gavin shrugged, “used to.”

“Well, if you’re taking suggestions, could you play some Adele? She’s gonna be big some day.”

Gavin grinned at the familiar joke and saluted, flawlessly transitioning to “Someone Like You.” He let it guide him, becoming completely involved with the music, and only stopping abruptly when he noticed another person sat at the piano on his left.

“Oh! Sorry! Did you need any assistance?” Gavin stuttered immediately, hoping no one saw him ignoring a paying customer for who knows how long. Especially a bloody attractive paying customer. Tall, sandy blond hair, bright blue eyes, and that smile. Gavin didn’t know whether he wanted to melt into a puddle or disappear into the ether out of sheer embarrassment.

“No, no, sorry to interrupt,” the stranger said, and his deep voice made Gavin’s stomach clench excitedly. “I was actually hoping to join you.”

“Um, wot?”

The customer looked at him sheepishly. “It isn’t every day you get an opportunity to do some impromptu piano duets out in the wild.”


When the man’s smile started to slip, Gavin unfroze and immediately scrambled for words, none of them intelligible.

“Do what the nice man says B,” Dan said, coming out of the shadows like goddamn Batman and slapping Gavin hard on the back.

Gavin glared at him before shooting the man–now staring at the two with amusement–a self-conscious grin. “Did you have a preference or–”

“That Adele song is fine with me.”


Gavin cleared his throat and nodded, starting the first few notes mechanically and waiting for the stranger to jump in. He nearly startled when the man did, but kept it together just by pure instinct. Bloody hell, the man was good. Kept up perfectly with Gavin and added his own flourishes to match Gavin’s embellishments. They both got lost in the music, completely unaware of the crowd they drew and the multiple videos that were being filmed. They finished, both sustaining their last chords, and they looked at each other, smiles wide across both their faces.

They startled at the sudden clapping, and they whipped around to look at the crowd. The man rubbed the back of his neck and Gavin flushed down to his roots, giving Dan a half-hearted glare when he whistled loudly from the front. He turned back to the man.

“You’re incredible!” He gushed.

“Naw, I’m completely out of practice, but you!”

“No, I haven’t played in bloody ages–”

“Well, I couldn’t tell. You could go pro.”

“You’re too kind, uh–”

“Jesus, that was rude of me. Ryan. Ryan Haywood,” he extended his hand to Gavin, and Gavin took it immediately.

“Well, Ryan Haywood, I think you play beautifully.”

Ryan smiled down at the floor and Gavin nearly burst from how endearing he found it.

“Uh, I wouldn’t mind doing it again. Maybe, uh, after some coffee or something?”

Gavin’s eyes widened in shock before a brilliant smile spread across his face.

“I would love that.”

“Great!” Ryan fumbled for his phone and nearly dropped it twice in his haste. He handed it to Gavin. “I’ll text you my number.”

Gavin nodded and typed in his name–Gavin Free (The Piano Guy)–and handed it back. Ryan chuckled as he read it and texted him immediately.

“I’ll text you after my shift?”

“Doun–sounds great. Talk to you soon.”

Ryan walked away then, and Gavin watched him go, dopey smile permanently etched on his face. That is, until Dan sidled up next to him with the smuggest look Gavin has ever seen.

“Well! Daniel Gruchy, master matchmaker. You’re welcome, B!”

“Oh, piss off.”

“I can’t wait to tell this at your wedding.”


anonymous asked:

Prompt suggestion if you'd be interested bc Ben/Kylo thing gave me an idea: Techie accidentally sleeping with Kylo instead of Matt and it actually being really good bc Kylo doesn't hold back like Matt does (Matt's scared to hurt his Techie :c) and and and idk what else I'm sorry. I hope this isn't too specific or too vague ;3;

“Go back to your quarters, Tech’,” Lieutenant Jones says, patting Techie on the shoulder. “I’m signing you off for the rest of the afternoon. You can’t work when your eyes are this sore.”

Techie sniffles but nods as his superior gives him a gentle push towards the door, his vision growing blurrier by the second. He knows it’s been a while since he’s had a flare-up that’s been this severe and it won’t be long before his eyesight has clouded completely. Counting his steps and feeling along the walls of his brother’s star destroyer, Techie wonders if he should call Matt or Armitage for help, but both are still on-shift and not due off for another few more hours. Even then, Armitage has a terrible tendency to fuss anxiously over his little brother, and as the General of the First Order, Techie doesn’t want to burden him unnecessarily. He’ll merely go to his quarters, take his medication and wait for Matt to come home.

But as he rounds the corner to his quarters, Techie finds himself colliding with someone and he’s knocked back to the ground, eyes streaming as he tries to blink the soreness away.

“S-sorry,” Techie stutters, rubbing his eyes. “I can’t see very well—”

“It’s fine,” a strong voice replies. “No harm done.”

It’s a voice Techie recognises, a voice that’s soothed him during his harshest of nightmares and make his skin prickle during their most intimate of moments.

“Matt?” Techie squints as he looks up, but only manages to see a blurry silhouette above him, offering him a hand. The figure’s hair looks darker than Matt’s but Techie puts it down to his failing vision rather than actual fact. He can make out the shape of Matt’s face; his nose and ears, his plump lips. “Mattie? My eyes—they’re bad again. Everything is blurred and I know that it won’t be long until I lose it completely.”

Matt, surprisingly, says nothing as he pulls Techie to his feet, but Techie holds tightly onto his hand, absently noting that his lover’s hands feel softer.

“Take me home?” Techie asks. “Please, Matt. I don’t want Armitage to see me like this. He’ll worry.”

Armitage?” Matt asks in reply, and Techie frowns in confusion.

“My brother…?” Techie replies. “Armitage Hux. General Hux? Mattie, I’m sorry, I don’t have the time for your jokes, please,” Techie whines, giving a tug on his lover’s hand, urging him to hurry, because everything is turning black. “I know our quarters are right there.”

“Right,” Matt says, tone changed suddenly; softer, more focused. “I’m sorry. Come on.”

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anonymous asked:

Starmora #12, please :)

12. Things you said when you thought I was asleep

Takes place a few months after Vol 2 


It was one of those rare mornings where Peter woke up first. Gamora was usually up with the ship’s artificial sunlight, so he couldn’t help but be proud that he’d clearly worn her out last night.

Not that he was bragging, but come on – Gamora sleeping in was pretty much a rave review. It was hard not to take it as a compliment.

Peter didn’t bother to get up, just kept his head on the pillow next to her and stared. Was that creepy? He hoped it wasn’t creepy. He didn’t get the chance to watch her sleep much, so he was taking advantage of it. Her hair was a mess and her cheek was smooshed up against the pillow and he thought she’d never looked better.

He’d have liked to say that this sentimentality was uncommon, but honestly, it was how he felt every time he looked at her.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. Then he sighed. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Hey,” Gamora said without opening her eyes, causing Peter to nearly fall off the bed in shock. “Don’t talk about my idiot that way.”

He laughed. “Oh, but you can call me an idiot?” He brushed some hair out of her face and she opened her eyes.  

“Yes. Only me, though. And maybe the rest of the team, but only if you’re doing something really stupid.”

“And how often is that?”

“Almost daily.” They were both smiling, but Gamora’s tone was serious when she said, “You won’t let me say negative things about myself, so you can’t do it either. You’re my idiot and I love you.”

Peter felt a familiar warmth spread through his chest. “I love you, too.”

Then he leaned over and kissed her even though he had morning breath, because that was the kind of thing this idiot in love did. Gamora kissed him back, shoving his shoulders and rolling them over so she was laying on top of him.

“Ooh, again?” He chuckled against her mouth.  

She bit his lower lip. “Don’t get cocky.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”


SPN Prompt Challenge | hunterangelkisses
January 2017 (Emotions)
Prompt: Patience
Pairing: Destiel
Word Count: 4,596
Tags: fluff, angst for like a second, brief and mild smut, alternate universe, strangers to friends to lovers, first kiss, 5+1 things, time skips, wedding, adoption



“C’mon, Charlie, I’ll race ya!”

Dean took off from his front porch as soon as his mom had placed a quick kiss to the top of his head, running through their yard toward the street corner as fast as he could. He was almost there when he turned to see if Charlie Bradbury, his next-door neighbor and best friend since they were toddlers, was catching up. She was one of the fastest runners in their grade and even with his head start, she wouldn’t have much trouble beating him. Charlie was still several feet behind him though, and Dean had just turned forward again when he hit something – hard.

Dean fell to the ground with a thump, wincing at the sharp pain in his backside. He heard his mom call to him, asking if he was okay, but he was distracted by what he’d run into – or rather, who. Because there, splayed out on the ground in front of him, was a dark-haired boy he’d never seen before, wiping grass off his hands and reaching over to pick up the book he’d apparently dropped.

“Who are you?” Dean asked curiously.

The boy turned his gaze to Dean, who was distracted for a second by his eyes – which were brilliantly, brightly blue. “I’m Castiel,” the boy said, climbing to his feet. He held out a hand to pull Dean up just as Charlie, Dean’s mom, and another woman Dean had never seen before reached them.

“Are you two all right?” Mary asked the boys, swiping a bit of dirt from Dean’s arm.

“We’re fine,” Dean said, picking up his backpack from where it had fallen behind him. “Sorry I ran into you,” he said to Castiel, who gave him an easy smile back.

“It’s okay,” he said. “I wasn’t looking anyway.”

“This is why you shouldn’t read while you walk, Castiel,” the other woman admonished, but her tone was more amused than anything.

“And you, Dean,” Mary said, “need to remember that not everything is a race.”

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Washington, DC, USA

“You should contact him.”

McGee looked up from his computer and gave Bishop a sad smile. She had tried so hard to convince him over the past weeks, and she did not seem to be planning on giving up any time soon.

He sighed, “Bishop, we’ve been over this.”

She rolled her eyes at him, “If you would just stop being so stubborn.”

“I’m not,” he huffed.

“Look, if you won’t contact Tony about the wedding, I will,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

He shrugged, “Whatever.”


She started typing on her computer, but could still feel McGee’s gaze on her.

“Fine,” he huffed loudly.

She looked up at him, a sparkle in her eyes, challenging him, “Fine.”

Paris, France

The loud ping of his phone woke Tony up and he rolled over with a groan. He reached for his phone blindly and blinked as the bright light hit his eyes. An email notification had popped up on his screen. A small smile formed on his face when he saw who it was from.


The sleepy voice brought an even bigger smile to his face, the email suddenly less interesting than it had been a second ago. He put his phone back onto the nightstand and turned back around.

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birdlovesafish  asked:

I'm obsessed with this Cheryl x Veronica dance off. Can you please write something where Veronica is teaching Betty the routine and maybe Jughead is watching like "DAMN my girlfriend is sexy as shit"?

Thank you for the prompt, love, hope you enjoy!

“V, I’m never gonna get this. Why can’t I get it right?” Betty huffs, scuffing her sneaker against the gym floor, eyes cast downwards dejectedly. She felt like Veronica had been teaching her the routine she and Cheryl had showcased during their dance off for hours, the team deciding it would be a welcome addition to their repertoire.  

“I don’t understand, B, you’ve got it down just fine,” Veronica consoles, slightly breathless from overexertion. Betty’s ponytail swings violently as she shakes her head, moving to the starting position again. “Maybe we should call it a day. I’ve not got long before I have to meet Mom for this legal thing for Dad…”

“No, I’ve got to get it. Let’s go again, one more time,” she replies, voice firm and eyes hard as she stares straight ahead, waiting for Veronica to hit play on the music for the millionth time, barely hearing the other girl speak. Veronica sighs, hands on her hips as she wanders over to stand in front of her best friend.

“Betty, I’m exhausted and so are you. If you don’t think you’ve nailed this routine by now I don’t think you ever will!” she exclaims, voice still gentle, trying to soothe Betty’s frayed nerves. Betty’s hands ball into fists, fingernails ready to pierce the skin of her palms. She just shakes her head again, tucking her quivering lower lip between her teeth.

“I… I’m just gonna run it a few more times, okay? You can go, I’m sorry for making you stay here. Thank you for helping me,” she mumbles, offering Veronica a soft smile. Veronica looks at her cautiously, dark eyes searching green as she tries to assess the stability in Betty’s voice. She hesitates, torn between leaving and staying.

“Are you sure?” she asks, brows furrowing. “You’ll be alright?” Betty nods a little too enthusiastically, face brightening as a wide smile spreads across her lips.

“Yeah, sure, totally fine. Don’t worry about me, go, meet your Mom. Jughead’s still here in the office if I need someone,” she rushes out. Veronica still looks hesitant.

“Call me, okay? And don’t stay too long, can’t have you keeping that brooding boy toy of yours waiting for all night, can we?” she quips, hoping to lift some of the sudden tension in the air. Betty laughs, flicking her eyes bashfully to the floor for a second before returning them to Veronica, smile a little more genuine this time.

“Okay,” she agrees softly, shoulders relaxing. Veronica nods, a little more satisfied with how Betty looks now, before blowing her a kiss and flitting out of the gym.

Betty smooths a hand over her ponytail, staring at her reflection in the mirror opposite her. They’d borrowed a few of the full length, free-standing mirrors from the drama department so Veronica could better teach the routine to her. But all it had succeeded in doing, she thought bitterly, was showing her her own flaws. Every misstep, every fumble, every mistake.

She would never look like them. Like Veronica or Cheryl; they always looked so confident in themselves, so sexy and cool. They were completely in control in a way she could only dream of being, entirely confident in the image they were presenting to everyone, taking the world around them by storm. But she was just Betty Cooper, girl next door. A fraud.

She shakes out her limbs, pushing the thoughts away and makes a last minute decision to pull the elastic from her hair, shaking it loose around her shoulders before hitting play.

The beat fills the gym, pounding through the floorboards and up into her legs. She counts out the rhythm, tongue flicking out to wet her lips in anticipation, muscles tense as she prepares to spring into the first move. There’s no one here to watch her, no one here to judge, she can give it her all.

She jumps into the first step, swinging her arms in sharp, controlled movements. She spins, hair whipping round her face as she circles her hips slightly in the way Veronica taught her. She runs her palms down her body, dropping down to follow them in their descent. She twirls her head, the feeling of her loose curls tossing about her so freeing, as if she’d unlocked a completely new side of herself. She can see someone new before her now as a sly smile creeps its way onto her lips while she watches the way her hips move, her feet finding their place, the muscles of her thighs tensing and contracting with each step. She feels powerful in a way she’d only ever experienced once before when they took down Chuck, when she wasn’t in control…

But that’s not what is happening now, she thinks gleefully, chest heaving as she spins on last time, dropping to the floor and finishing the dance with a flick of her wrist, darkened eyes narrowed in self assurance. Her pants are all that fill the air as the last note fades into silence. She doesn’t move, revelling in the buzz of adrenaline that is tingling through her veins. The sound of a boot squeaking across the floor has her scrambling to her feet.

“Oh, Juggie, I was just… that was… how much did you see?” she stutters, flushing a deep scarlet. He shuffles towards her, the fluorescent bulbs hanging above them casting light on the subtle dusting of pink on his own cheeks.

“Um, all of it?” he replies sheepishly, taking a rushed couple of steps forward as she groans, hands coming up to cover her eyes in embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to spy, I just didn’t realise how long you’d been until I finished writing my article and you still weren’t there. I wanted to see if you were okay and…” he trails off. He’s directly in front of her now, cool, gentle hands wrapping round her wrists to pull her hands away and reveal her pretty green eyes to him. “Betts, that was…” he breathes, shaking his head slightly in disbelief.

“Humiliating?” she supplies for him, refusing to meet his eyes. He can feel her pulse thudding beneath his fingertips. He pulls her ever so slightly closer, feeling the warmth radiating off her body down the length of his front, placing a curled finger under her chin to bring her face back to his.

“The best thing I’ve ever witnessed,” he finishes instead, signature smirk tugging at his lips. She peeks up at him from beneath her lashes, eyes wide and, dare he say it, hopeful.

“Really?” she whispers, wanting to not believe his words, but he’s looking at her with such intense sincerity that she can’t help it.

“Really. You looked so good, Betts, better than any of them,” he murmurs, voice low, tucking a strand of her slightly damp hair behind her ear. She leans into his touch, cheeks colouring for an entirely different reason now. “Sometimes I still can’t believe that I’m lucky enough to call you mine,” he whispers, lips drifting ever closer towards her own, slightly parted now as she pulls in a shaky breath at his words. A shiver goes down her spine as she feels him place a palm against the small of her back, connecting their hips. She reaches up to wrap her arms around his neck, fingers scratching delicately at the short hairs at the back of his neck, peeking out from beneath his beanie. He groans at the sensation, the sound getting muffled against Betty’s mouth as he finally presses his lips to hers, wanting to do so since he saw her lick them earlier, teasing him from where he stood on the sidelines. Their lips perform their own dance against one another until they’re both lost inside the sensation, forever wanting more.

She pulls back when he’s stolen all the air from her lungs, basking in the delicious ache in her chest as she rests her forehead against his, trying to get her breath back.

“You know,” she begins, eyes sparkling with her newfound confidence as she plays with the collar of his shirt. “We have a lot of other routines I need to practice…” she trails off, suggestion heavy in her tone. Jughead laughs around a groan, throwing his head back as he blinks rapidly, images of Betty Cooper in tiny shorts and long socks flooding his mind.

“If you ever need an impartial, critical eye…” he jokes, securing his hold around her waist as she giggles, cheeks glowing.

“You’ll be my first call.”

anonymous asked:

Hello~! I gotta first off say how much I love your writing. It's awesome! Now, I was wondering if you could do a reaction to their significant other having pityriasis rosea on their body?(Give it a google if you don't know what it is) I got it recently, and it's all over my torso, legs and arms and it's just awful trying to find things to wear that will hide them. I'm just feeling pretty low about them being there. They last up to two months so I still have a ways to go yet. Thank you so much! x

Hi there! We’re so sorry you had to wait so long for this! We’re just a tad bit backed up on requests. But anyways, we’re so sorry to hear that and we genuinely hope you get better soon! Until then, we hope this makes you feel a little better! 

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How Bts Would React To You Having Pityriasis Rosea

Jungkook: He texts you, “How was your day, sweetheart?” As you read his message, you sit there torn. Should you lie to him and say you’re doing okay, like you have been for the past few days? Or should you finally be honest with him and tell him what’s wrong? You pondered. Eventually, you gave in. You felt bad for lying to him for so long. You don’t like lying, especially to your boyfriend. “Eh…I’ve seen better days. But, it’s okay! Don’t worry about me 💕” You pressed send and hoped he would just dismiss it. Moments later he replies, “No it’s not. I have some free time, I’m coming over. You can tell me what happened then, okay? Love you 💕” You start to panic. “No, Kookie! It’s okay, I swear! You don’t have to!” You didn’t want him to worry. He never responded, which meant he was driving already. You sigh to yourself. Guess he was going to have to find out sooner or later. Next thing you knew, you found yourself standing in front of your boyfriend, telling him at rapid fire everything you’ve been feeling. “I hate it, Jungkook! It’s hard for me to look people in the eyes anymore without feeling so self conscious! I don’t feel pretty, I just feel like I need to cover up and hide and I just-” Suddenly you stopped. You found yourself surrounded by the warmth of his embrace. His arms wrapped around you tighter than ever before. He whispers in your ears, “You’ve never been so wrong…” That’s when it all made sense. Jungkook never stopped thinking you were beautiful.

He didn’t care. And although it’s hard, you shouldn’t either.

Originally posted by apgujeon

Jimin: You would be at home, trying to just get through this like you always have: alone. You texted your boyfriend Jimin, saying that you weren’t feeling well, when you were actually just hiding. What you didn’t know is that Jimin was on his way to your house, arms full of chocolate and flowers in hope of making you feel better. Once he was there, you opened the door, completely forgetting the fact that, since you were home alone, that you had a tank top and shorts on. Jimin tilts his head in confusion. “What’s that baby?” You look down embarrassed and insecure that he’s seeing you this way, saying that you’re sorry he had to see this. Jimin stares at you for a moment before a soft smile crosses his face. “There’s nothing for you to worry about sweetie, just because you may not have the skin you want, it doesn’t change anything about you or anything I feel about you. I’ll love you no matter what, and I hope you never forget that. You’re beautiful.” He pulls you in for a hug before pulling back. “Now let me in so I can make you feel better. I brought chocolates!” He states, giggling, trying to lighten the mood. Shaking your head and smiling, you let him in. Soon you realize that Jimin is right, this doesn’t change anything about you. “Oh and (Y/N)?” You turn towards Jimin, looking at him questioningly. “If you ever feel insecure ever again, just remember that you aren’t defined by how you look, even though you always look adorable. I may have been drawn in by your adorable smile, but I fell in love with who you are inside.”

“You are strong. And you will get through this. Just know that you are never alone.”

Originally posted by parkjiminer

Taehyung: It’s late at night, and you and Taehyung are on the couch, watching a movie. After half an hour of sitting there, you begin to sweat. But you refuse to take off your jacket, knowing that if you did Taehyung would see what’s underneath. You would slowly slide yourself away from him, sitting at the end of the couch in an attempt to cool yourself off. Noticing this, he speaks up. “Hey, why don’t you come closer, I’m in a cuddly mood.” Shaking your head, you give him a small smile. “Actually, um, I’m okay over here.” “Come on baby, I know you love cuddling. And I especially love cuddling you, don’t make me beg.” He says, giving you his big puppy eyed look. “Not right now Tae, I’m just really hot.” He laughs tugging on your jacket. “That’s because you’re wearing this big thing and sweats. Just take your jacket off.” You give in, knowing that Tae would just find out sooner or later. As soon as you slide it off, he smiles and pulls you closer. You furrow your brows in confusion. “You don’t care about the…” You feel him kiss the top of your head before responding. “Of course not, and I never will. Because you are still the girl I love and will always love. You will always be breathtakingly beautiful and adorable no matter what. Now just let me cuddle my favorite person in the world, okay?” You nod your head, feeling a blush spread across your cheeks as you rest your head on Tae’s chest. You’re drifting off as you hear Tae whisper something into your ear.

“You’ll always be beautiful, no matter what. Don’t ever forget that.”

Originally posted by cmtae

Hoseok: You and Hoseok are currently at home. He is on the couch, while you are trying on dresses, trying to find the perfect one since you two are going out on a date. “Oh my gosh! Look at you!” You stare at him in confusion. “What? Is something wrong?” He shakes his head in response, his sunshine of a smile spreading across his face. “God no! How can you be so gorgeous! It must be illegal!” You continue to stare at him. “Uh, what-” “Oh my god how did I get so lucky to have a beautiful girlfriend like you!” “ I’m really not that beautiful.” “No shush! My girlfriend is so cute! Aw!” You blush, a small smile crossing your face. You giggle as Hobi continues to shower you in compliments, saying how he is so lucky and how cute you are. And although it may seem like you don’t care a lot on the outside, Hoseok doesn’t know that on the inside, his words mean the entire world to you. “(Y/N) don’t ever try to deny how gorgeous you are.”

“You are perfect just the way you are.”

Originally posted by jhope-shi

Namjoon: He was the first to notice the marks on your skin. “(Y/N), what happened? Did you have an allergic reaction?” You looked down and saw them for the first time as well. “Oh my gosh! Oh no!” You start to worry. What could have caused this? “I think we may need to take a trip to the doctor’s, (Y/N)…”

The two of you walked through the front door of the apartment you shared, returning from the doctor’s office. You slump onto the couch, frazzled by what the doctor has told you and Namjoon. “What am I going to do, Nam?” You say, sighing to yourself. He sits on the couch beside you, “I know, baby. Don’t worry, the doctor said it will go away after a few months.” You shake your head, “I’m stuck with this! I’m going to have to find ways to cover them up. I guess we need to go clothes shopping.” He furrows his brows at you, “What? Don’t do that! You have nothing to be ashamed about.” You look back up at him, “But-” He cuts you off, “(Y/N), this isn’t something you should be embarrassed of. This is a condition that I’m sure many others have to deal with. But nothing about you has changed. You’re beautiful smile still shines brighter than the sun, your eyes still sparkle like stars. You’re still gorgeous, because nothing about who you are has changed.” Your eyes begin to water from his kind words,

“Don’t ever hide yourself, okay?”

Originally posted by jjilljj

Yoongi: The two of you were dress shopping for an important event you guys were attending. Hand in hand, you and Yoongi wandered the store in search of the perfect dress. However, each rack you approached you frowned. No…no…definitely no… You sighed to yourself as you moved each dress to the other side of the rack. You decided to try looking at different selection. I guess we’re going to be here for a while. You begin to shuffle the opposite direction before your boyfriend jumps in front of you. “Try this one on, baby!” He says, shoving a dress in your face. You take the hanger in your hand, inspecting the dress. But all you could notice was the lack of sleeves. You gulp, “Um…I don’t know Yoongi maybe this dress isn’t for me?” You meet his eyes, but he turns you around and begins to push you towards the dressing room, “Oh shut up. You look good in anything. Just try it!” Before you could object, he shoved you in the room. “H-hey-” “I won’t let you out until you atleast try it, so you might as well get changing.” He says from the other side of the door. You let out a long sigh, looking over at the daunting dress. Let’s just get this over with.

“Yoongi I’m ready, let me out.” You say begrudgingly. “Let me see.” He opens the door, You slowly step out, feeling awkward. You look up to see a giant grin spread across Yoongi’s face. This confused you, “What?” His grin turns into his famous gummy smile. “Wow~! Look at you~!” He says giggling. You furrow your brows. He takes your hand and lifts it, prompting you to do a little turn. “Wow~! My girlfriend is so pretty~!” You shake your head, “But…I don’t really like it…” His smiles fades slightly, “What do you mean? You look great in it! Why don’t you like it?” You start to look down. He then realizes what you’re thinking.

“I don’t see anything wrong, with you or the dress.”

Originally posted by notjustaphase

Seokjin: The two of you were out at dinner. He convinced you to wear something that didn’t cover it all, like usual. At the time, it seemed like a good idea. But now, you couldn’t help but feel as though everyone was staring. Jin was able to sense how uncomfortable you were. He looks at you with pursed lips. Your head was down, focused on your food. You were barely speaking. An idea suddenly pops in his head. “(Y/N).” He says, grabbing your attention. You hum in response, keeping your head low. “You know where we should go for dessert?” You scrunch your eyebrows slightly, “What? I thought we were having dessert here?” You say, looking at him confused. He chuckles slightly, “Come on.” He says, plopping money on the table. “Wait-” He grabs your hand and drags you out the restaurant, thanking the workers for the food.

You now found yourself sitting on the swings at the park you grew up at with him. It was always a place where you could feel safe, besides whenever you were with Jin. You each had your own pint of ice cream in hand, and shoveled spoonfuls into your mouths. “I hope you feel more comfortable now.” He says to you, breaking the silence. “Huh? What do you mean?” He looks at you, “I know you were feeling uncomfortable in the restaurant earlier.” You giggle slightly, “You know me so well.” You say, smiling down. He chuckles, “Yes, I do.” You both sit in comfortable silence once more. You look up at the stars, wondering how they can be so pretty. You stay like this for a while, but you begin to feel a pair of eyes on you. You look to your right and see him staring at you, but with a sad look on his face. “What’s wrong?” you say. He sets his ice cream down and turns towards you, “Listen, (Y/N). I want you to know you’re still beautiful, okay? I know you may not think it, but I do.”

“And one day you’ll be able to stop caring about how it looks and feel happy in your skin again. I promise.”

Originally posted by blackandwhitebangtan

anonymous asked:

can you write something about Ford getting roses before/after a show?? (either from the smh team or from a cute girl)

Of course! (It got a bit long though so the rest of it is under the cut.)

She still remembers the first rose she ever got.

It was the first time she had ever performed on stage and even though she didn’t enjoy it and she was simply one of the characters in the chorus, it meant that someone thought she’d done a good job and that was what mattered. 

Getting roses was one of the very few things that Ford missed about stage managing.

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3.0 | a good way (theater au! joshua)

you would be best friends, always.  nothing would ever come between the two of you, right?

wc. just under 8.8k (whoopS) | fluff, angst, it’s all here | dedicated to my sweet choco ( @choco-seventeen ) for supporting me while writing and basically becoming this fic’s second mom

It was strange.  Weird.  Practically unfathomable and there must be some kind of mistake.  The play had those two characters as romantic leads.  The ones who slowly turn to look at each other, catch the starry glint in the other’s eye before slowly leaning in, before slowly closing their eyes, before slowly feeling their heartbeat accelerate because oh heavens this is it—before slowly kissing each other for the first time with such tender passion some members of the audience start to cry.

Those roles were not ever meant for the ones who have been friends since seventh grade, where one of them accidentally tripped and tossed their lunch all over the other, rendering the former an apologetic mess and the latter slightly smelling of garlic for the rest of the day.  Not for the ones who stayed up far too late binge watching whole seasons of anime because they finally turned in that big project and it’s in fate’s hands now.  Definitely not friends who are each other’s best friends, always.  Never them.

But when the director swings back to the two of you, the mischievous and excited glint in his eye is unmistakable.  His giddiness even bubbles over and he repeats himself, happily gazing between you and the best friend of 6 years standing beside you.  "Joshua, [Y/N], you’ll be the best two leads this stage has ever seen.“

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This Cold Circle of Hell

Wincest Writing Challenge | partner @audaciousdean
Prompt: Leviathan!Sam
Rating: NC-17 | Wordcount: 4,487 | Warnings: dub con, blow jobs, violence
A/N: Thanks to samshinechester for working through a few messed-up ideas with me. Link to AO3.

Dean is trying to survive those first few months in Purgatory when he runs into a familiar face on a monster he has killed before.


A twig snapped near his head and Dean’s eyes flew open, taking in a view of the ground from underneath the fallen deadwood.

Two months in Purgatory taught him one thing - if anything gets close, don’t hide. You gotta move quick and be ready with a blade in your hand. He took a deep breath and rolled out from under the nest of pine needles and moss that had formed his blanket last night. The smell masked his scent from monsters, which meant he could try to sleep for a few hours.

“Well, you’re finally awake.”

Dean spun towards the familiar voice, shifting his bone lance to a fighting stance. As he got a good look at the monster’s face, the lance faltered. Only an inch or two.

“Sam?” His voice was rough from disuse. The thing didn’t react, except to squint its eyes, and the hair on Dean’s neck stood up. “Not Sam.”

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Green Eyes and Past Tense

Annabeth walked through the halls toward the auditorium of Goode High School, almost shaking with nervous excitement. She hadn’t been back here in years. She already knew from (admittedly too much) Facebook stalking that she was one of the more successful people coming back 10 years later. She wasn’t really worried of how people would react to her high place in one of Manhattan’s most prestigious architecture firms as she walked through the auditorium doors. God, it felt just like yesterday she’d walked through these very same doors for freshman orientation. That had been a wild day, ending with a boy with black hair and green eyes, the most beautiful green eyes, pulling the fire alarm as a dare. Annabeth had seen him, and being the goody-goody she was, threatened to tell the teachers. Those gorgeous green eyes had won her over, and from that moment on, she was his accomplice. His name was Percy. Percy Jackson. Truthfully, he was a really good kid, and he never pulled stupid pranks like that. That was his exception, he had said. He was trying to impress the cute blonde girl with a serious RBF. 

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  • Blake: *During a trip to Vacuo Team Rwby have decided to spread one night exploring one of Vacuo's most famous cities Los Sega during which the four girls split up, Weiss and Ruby visiting the arcades while Blake and Yang went to multiple clubs and bar. However, the next day Blake woken with a aching pain as she slowly sat up in bed.* Mrrrrr, Ow my head. *The cat faunus groan as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes before opening and instantly becoming aware that she was not at the small hotel to which She and her friend were staying but instead a rather expensive penthouse sweet.* What the? Where?... Where am I?... And Why am I coooOOOH MY-!?! *Blake started to think to her as she looked around and became aware of three things that caused she to begin to shout her thoughts before smacking her mouth shut with her hands. First, aside from her sheet she was naked. Second, She was not the only one naked as her girlfriend laid also naked sleep beside her. And the third and most surprising to the huntress was the blonde cat ears upon Yang's head and, to Blake secret desire, a fluffy cat tail coming from her lovers butt.* Oh my god! Oh My God! What happened last night!? Why does Yang have a tail!? although it does complements her butt and hips very nicely-FORCE BELLADONNA! *Blake shouted to herself inside her mind, blushing as she ran herhands through her hair, only to pause for a moment as her cat ear felt something odd on one of her fingers.* Huh? What's this?.... Oh My god. *Blake quietly said as she stared at her hand, more specifically the golden ring with her girlfriend crest engraved on it around her ring finger.* Is this? It can't be... Can it? *Blake rambled to herself before quickly searching for Yang's hand to find another ring except with her crest engraved upon it.* OH god it is... Yang... YANG! WAKE UP!
  • Yang: Mah!? Huh? Wha? *Yang mumbled, rising up then rolling to her side and tiredly smiling at the site of Blake.* Hey Good morning Blakey. Did you sleep... Uh, Why does my ass hurt?
  • Blake: Yeah Morning to you too love. Yang do you remember ANYTHING from last night Because I think we may have gotten MARRIED? Also, Your butt hurts because you have a tail. *Blake questioned in a panic, taking a moment after to calmly answer her lover.*
  • Yang: *For a moment Yang stared at her panicking girlfriend, blinking twice, before looking at Blake's ring and raising her hand to look at her own, and lastly reaching behind her to take hold of her "tail" and giving it a tug.* Mph. Heh, I guess it wasn't a dream afterall.
  • Yang: Well you see. *Yang started as she moved to sit up, moaning slightly as she removed the tail from her behind causing Blake to blush.* Ah.~ That is going to be sore later. You see after the I think fifth bar we went to we got pretty smashed and you wanted going to this Faunus only club, to which I picked out that I wouldn't be allowed in. However, You got the great idea of making me look like a faunus and we proceed to go to the only store open that had Cat ear which happen to be a sex fetish shop where we got the cat ears. *Yang paused for a moment to feel the top of her head and removed said ears.* These. Anyway, Before we buy them I saw the tail and told you I wanted the tail so you could play with my ass since you love to do that. So we did. We then found a quiet private place, had a quickie which ended with the tail in my butt for the rest of the night as we went to the club you wanted. We drank, had fun, got into a bar fight, started a riot, ran from the cops, hide in a church, Possible dragged race a couple of midgets, I proposed to you, you said yes, bummed into I thought Sun's uncle who happened to be able to marry us, hit the tables at a casino, won like millions, got the honeymoon sweet, and made sweet passionate drunk love til we fell asleep. Aaaand that's about sums it up. Give or take a few times I passed out in between. *Yang said as a matter of fact with a smile. Blake Meanwhile stared at her Wife dumbfounded.*
  • Blake: ... And you remember ALL of that?
  • Yang: Blakey, My Last name may be Xiao-Long Belladonna but I'm still a Branwen. We may do stupid shit while drunk but we remember it all.
  • Blake: ... You... You took my last name?
  • Yang: Yep. *Yang nod with a pop to the "p".* You kinda did the same.
  • Blake: *Blake ran her hand over her face trying to process everything she just heard, muttering to herself how her parents were going to kill her before looking at the wedding ring on her finger once more.* Okay then. So where did we get the rings? Winnings from the money we won?
  • Yang: Actually... No. *Yang stated with pink cheeks.*
  • Blake: No? Yang, from just looking at this I can tell that this are pure gold rings with I think dust in the engraves.
  • Yang: Purple dust in mine. Orange red in yours. *Yang added trying to hide her blush.*
  • Blake: *It only took Blake a second before she realized with a soft gasp how Yang knew the exact details of before rings.* How... How long were you planning on asking me?
  • Yang: For as long as we have been dating. Though honestly, I was going to when and propose to you When we got back to Vale and went to Forever falls. *Yang admitted, unable to look at her wife out of embarrassment until her cheeks were cupped by Blake who lifted her face u to give her a gentle soft yet passionate kiss.*
  • Blake: *After a few minutes as the need for air became to great the two broke apart and Blake smile.* Well we can always have a proper wedding their AFTER you ask my parents for their blessing when explaining how you married their daughter.
  • Yang: *Yang Smiled brightly as she gave Blake another kiss and hugged her.* I am perfectly okay with that and having a blackeye from your dad during our wedding.
  • Blake: Hehehe, We'll wait till it heals but first I need a shower. *Blake said as she hopped out of bed and made her way to the bath room.
  • Yang: *yang meanwhile watch with glee as her naked wife exited the room and flopped back down of the bed as she heard the shower start.* Sigh, I finally married the girl of my dreams. Hehe, I wonder how Weiss and Ruby will react? Eh? *she ponder until she noticed her robotic hand was missing a finger.* What the? I don't remember losing a finger. Sigh< Maybe its around here somewhere. Go thing I got Ruby to put in those homing trackers on my arm. *Yang thought as she pressed a tiny button at the end of her arm when suddenly from the shower.*
  • Yang: SORRY KITTEN!!
  • ~Else where~
  • Ruby: I THINK I'M CLOSE THEN! TELL ME IF YOU SEE ANY PUMKIN PETES! *Ruby shout as she swam through the stuff anaimal she has drunkenly won the night before.*
  • Weiss: I SWEAR THIS IS THE LAST TIME I AM TAKING YOU TO AN ARCADE!... Aw~ a cute plushie Zwei.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I hope i'm doing this correctly, i love your blog and your writing and i'd feel terrible if i did something silly ;_; but if you're up to it, could I request headcannons about junkrat and/or symmetra where they're on a mission with their s/o and the s/o takes a shot for them? (s/o doesn't die, just gets injured protecting them) and how they would react? thanks so much, I appreciate it :)

You’re doing fine, I’m pretty chill about stuff so honestly you probably couldn’t offend me if you wanted to. 


Jamison’s piercing laugh spread through the air as he lobbed frag grenades at a group of Talon grunts. A few went flying and you shot the ones that survived through the head. 

“And they said I would never amount to anything,” he gives a lopsided grin to you and you return with a much softer one.

“C’mon darl,” he posed with his grenade launcher over his shoulder, “Let’s get the data they want.”

Noticing something move behind Junkrat you grabbed him by the straps trailing across his chest and threw him behind you. A gun fired and the world froze around you. Blood splattered to the ground like blossoming petals and you fell to your knees. You touched your chest and when your hand pulled away it was coated with red. 

It doesn’t even hurt, you thought as the world went dark and cold. Junkrat screamed and fired his launcher continuously, tearing the enemies apart. Everything went by in a daze until he seemingly appeared in the drop ship, desperately pressing his hands to your wounds. It seemed like no time had passed until Mercy shooed him away from the surgery room before going into her doctor mode.

Junkrat stared blankly forward before hobbling towards his workshop. Slamming the door shut he grabbed the nearest unfinished project and started working. He worked for three days without rest until Roadhog grabbed him by the scruff of the next and threw him out. He just wandered around, the world in a daze, until he found himself standing outside of the med-bay. Raising his hand in defense at Mercy’s suspicious glance, he saw you laying there on the bed.

“I promise I ain’t got nothing with me doc,” he said while he hobbled to you. 

“If I smell the slightest hint of gunpowder,” she warned before leaving.

As he sat in the chair next to your bed, your eyes opened and you smiled at the junker. 

“You look awful.”

“Why doncha look in a mirror, darl,” he retorted as your hand wrapped around his own, “You look as bad as me.”

Giving a hum you squeezed your hand, “I’m going to be fine.”

“Ah,” he said, resting his head on your thigh and his eyes closing.

“That’s good.”


“Everything is in order,” Satya leaned back, admiring the gleam of her sentry turrets placed in a neat lines.

“That looks nice,” you looked over the turrets also eye kept for enemies behind her, knowing that she can miss things when she’s focused on something.

“Doesn’t it,” Symmetra cooed, “Marvelous.”

You noticed something move behind her and you grabbed her shoulder, throwing her behind you. A hook wrapped around your waist and pulled you towards the large Junker. He shot his gun and shrapnel filled your chest. Dropping to the ground you saw a light blue ball float above you and hit Roadhog in the chest. 

Giving a shuddering breath he quickly retreated and Satya filled your sight. Her face was cold as lifted you, eyes staring at your shoulder. The world swum around you as you found yourself back at the drop ship, body moving slightly as it took off. You heard Symmetra humming and could picture the ways her hands move rhythmically with the song. Knowing that it was her way to calm down you gave a shallow breath.

You slipped into unconsciousness and woke again a few days later, laying in the med bay. You looked to the side to see Satya reading a book, she flickering her eyes to you when you shift slightly. 

“You woke up,” her voice was passive, almost like you just woke up from a nap.

“I did,” you confirmed, “How is your book?”

“It is uninteresting,” she closed it and laid it on your night stand, “You will be fine.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” you rested your head on the pillow before reaching your hand out.

“I would like to hold your hand,” you said while Symmetra slid her hands in yours.

Smiling you murmured out a word before falling asleep.


anonymous asked:

Washing the others hair and wolfstar or jily

Sirius wrinkled his nose and held open the door. “Eugh, it smells like /virtue/ in here.”

It was a testament to how badly Remus must be feeling that he couldn’t muster the energy to crack a pity-smile or even an eye roll. He just shuffled in after him and sat down heavily on the lip of the sunken tub. The prefects bathroom was deserted at 2:30 in the morning and had that slightly foreboding feeling bathrooms get at night when it’s quiet enough to hear the pipes pinging quietly to one another. It smelled like humid air and old, faint, overlapping perfumes. Sirius had, of course, snuck in here before–any place he shouldn’t be is a place he had to be–but now he was in here with an actual prefect. Did that make it more or less exciting? Speaking of…

“Are you falling asleep over there?”

Remus was sagging forward so much Sirius couldn’t even see his head, just the hunched curvature of his back. “Yes,” he muttered, not moving.

Sirius heaved a melodramatic sigh at being prodded but secretly studied him with worry. The extra responsibilities of prefect that had begun at the start of this year, him catching the ridiculous run of fever that had spread through the school, stressing already about the impending O.W.L.S. had all coalesced into a particularly bad transformation this month. Usually he was in the Hospital Wing for the morning after, at most, to take care of the major, glaring injuries, though he often took the rest of the day off to sleep. 

Today, though, he had had to stay until dinner and came back dead-eyed and sunken looking. It was as he had fallen asleep curled up in front of the fire while the rest of them attempted homework that Sirius saw that Madame Pomfrey had missed a spot. A small mat in the back of his hair had stiffened into a cowlick. It would have been adorable if Sirius hadn’t known it was blood.

So, against frighteningly little protest–he would have thought it would be more fun that Remus couldn’t bring himself to argue–he had hauled them both here in the dead of Friday night for some forcible relaxation. He was going to relax, dammit, if Sirius had to drown him in bubbles to do it.  He marched over and began to twist every nozzle before hastily narrowing it down to just one stream of light, translucent green when Remus gave a nauseated moan of protest at the aromatic assault. When Sirius was satisfied this water wouldn’t do anything more offensive than produce a meek smell of chamomile and gold sparkles, he began to putter about with purpose. 

He locked the door, made a mountain of towels and robes next to Remus (he blinked owlishly at them),  briskly stripped both of them down, and upended Remus into the steaming water. Er…gently. He wasn’t aspirating, and that’s what mattered, right? Sirius managed to get them both situated with absolutely no help from Remus, thank you very much, maneuvering him about like a lifesized, slightly buoyant mannequin. Remus was up to his chin, now, seated on a lower step, and Sirius resisted his innate urge to dunk him under. They peered at each other for a few long moments, not quite sure what the other wanted. Sirius ventured, “How are you feeling?”


Remus blinked a few times, glanced around and then up at his boyfriend’s hopeful, tense face and hazarded, “Er…warm?” In a rusty voice.

For whatever reason, this seemed to satisfy him. He reached out and spun Remus while pulling him back against the step and himself. Remus was just about to try mustering enough strength to warn Sirius that if he tried anything lewd, he would make sure to fall asleep in the middle of it, when something cold smeared over the side of his scalp. He yelped– alright, it was more of a strangled, despairing squeak. 

“Whoops, sorry,” came from above him, there was a rustling and a mutter and when the hands came back, whatever it was–shampoo?–was delightfully warm and tingly. 

It took a few moments of smushing action going on in his hair before he determined– “Are you…washing my hair?“ 

The hands paused. “Is that alright?” Sirius asked, cautiously. 

Since he was definitely mourning the loss of the smushing, Remus supposed it was. “Mm. Lil’ slower…?” He managed to slur. 

The hands resumed, obeying, and resolved themselves into individual fingertips pressing gently when he closed his eyes, which he didn’t remember doing. 


He thought he answered. Couldn’t be sure–he grunted or something, right?–when gentle hand caught him around his forehead, that was drooping alarmingly close to the water, apparently. It pulled his head back to rest against Sirius’ chest, then dutifully went back up to his hair. The dual warmth of bath and boy seemed to be slowly seeping down toward his bones where Madame Pomfrey’s magic never seemed quite able to reach. He could feel each muscle fiber slowly unwinding. He could feel each blood-logged brain pulse slow. He could feel each neural pathway dull.

Yes. Good.

Diamond in the Rough | 02

Summary: When you first meet Jeon Jungkook, business heir of Busan, you refuse to let things escalate to more than being friends. But you can’t help it when you fall for him, when you let yourself imagine a future with him by your side. Until the bliss comes crashing down when Jungkook reminds you that you, a worthless Daegu girl, can never be good enough for him, and the low that follows the high of loving him is worse than anything you could have imagined.
Word Count: 14.2k
Genre: angst
A/N: thank you guys for waiting! <3 and I hope you enjoy it!

Part 1

“I still can’t believe you’re leaving.”

“Yeah, well. Believe it, kid.”

“Kid,” you snort, untying your work shoes and kicking them into the corner of your room to be dealt with later. No classes and no work tomorrow meant sleeping in, and you couldn’t be more relieved. “You’re only three years older than me.”

“Still older,” Hoseok grins. He’s lying on your bed, his head and half of his upper body hanging off the mattress, still dressed in his sweaty clothes from dance practice, but you’re too exhausted to call him out on it. You weren’t sure when he’d gotten here, but Hana was already asleep when you got home, and Hoseok had been napping, clearly forgetting all about a shower. “I keep telling you to call me oppa.”

“In your fucking dreams, Hoseok.”

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Down For This

Someone come throw a bible at me

Prompt: There really wasn’t none oops–
Group: Shinee
Member: Lee Taemin/Taemin
Rating: NC-17 honestly
Word Count: 6,354

Warnings: NSFW and some very bad porn I’m so rry

Originally posted by byulrooyah

Being stressed was not in your vocab you thought to yourself, watching your students go home. You packed up, phone in hand to head home and relax. Tomorrow was your samba classes and you were going to need everything in your power to not be upset about teaching these dancers by yourself. You were soon in your car blasting the latest jam music while you drove back to your flat.

You hope to all the gods and back that you’ll be blessed with a helper soon.

Or you were going to go crazy.

Which would be bad because who has bail money for your crazy ass?

You made it home soon to do the normal. Feed yourself then watch a bit of tv. Make sure your friend didn’t visit and steal some outfits. Feed the occasional stray cat then take your slow bath with relaxing candles and the love of your life (a glass of wine). You felt that you relaxed more tonight. Some sudden unknown peace and calm filling you from the balls of your feet to the nerves in your scalp. Tomorrow is going to be a good day you think to yourself as you tuck yourself in. You just knew that it was for some reason and fell asleep. Constant blurs of colors moving in synchronization are your dreams of this night rather than the black nothing that consists of a stressful day.

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Eye for an Eye

Part 9: Time

Part 1|Part 8|AO3

Jack, Geoff, Michael and Jeremy entered the room. Ryan noted Michael was armed, but the others didn’t seem concerned. The state he was in, he doubted any of them considered him a threat.

              That wasn’t what you thought when you first woke up. They still fear you. And rightly so…

Ryan blinked a few times, he was just confused. He tried to banish the idea from his mind.

“How are you feeling Ryan?” Jeremy asked gently.

               How do you think?

“Not great,” Ryan shook his head, ignoring the obnoxious intrusive thoughts, “and my brain is real not-alright.”

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JxHQ: Take Me In

Joker x Harley AU - Work in progress. Suicide-Squad-verse. Rated Mature.

You press the knife
Against your heart.
And say,
“I love you, so much you must kill me now.”

The room was encased in shadow, only a small pillar of light fell upon the rectangle resembling a bed in the middle; a mess of crumbled up sheets.

Joker growled quietly and rolled over, shielding his eyes from the burning daylight. A thick lump in his throat had woken him up, a terrible itch. It worsened when he took a slow breath, the smells of the room rushing into him.

His other hand reached out behind him, instinctively searching for another body behind his. One that was warmer than his own, yet cold like a corpse. His muscles tightened when he felt the soft skin, and her sugary smell washed over him, mixed up with the metallic that she had. Dried blood - his mouth salivated.

Harley whined sleepily when she leaned over and started gnawing on his shoulder, not daring to actually bite without his permission. Her small, yet razor sharp teeth rubbed lovingly against his skin. His own need was growing thicker in his throat, it felt like he had emptied a bucket of sand in it. His fangs pressed against his grill. His lower abdomen tensed in anticipation.

She was so close, pressing her body against his, whining and whimpering. He shoved her away.

“Please, Puddin’…”

He ground his teeth. He was hungry, but she wasn’t well-fed either. As much as he wanted to devour her piece by piece, let his jaws sink into that heavenly soft flesh, he had had no other meals in a day or two. She’d be weakened for the next day or two. When he hunted down other people, Harley always threw a fit – you can only drink from me! she had declared with tears in her eyes and a gun pointed at his head.

So then it had to be her. He only wanted her. His Harley-pie was better than heroine, the only one that could fully restore him, and he wanted to take more than one slice. He had nearly sucked the life out of her a few times, until she lost consciousness for days, and he saw no point in resisting.

He turned over, closing his eyes to shut that annoying ray of light out, and settled next to her, letting his hand run up and down her chest. She shivered in anticipation, eyes wide open.

Just like Harleen had been, begging him with her eyes and body, take me and make me yours. Change me. Just let me into your world. Please. 

She had purple shadows underneath her eyes that were unusually sunken into her head. She was hungry, he could smell it and feel it, but she always let him feed first. He would rarely return the favor, hating to be left weak after someone had taken from him, and instead let Frost bring her food – henchmen that weren’t pulling their weight, hostages, and other criminals. Seeing her in her deadly, sadistic dance with them was enough to make his blood boil with rage and desire. He often ended up killing her dinner despite her loud protests: Dead food is gross, Puddin’!

Now she bared her pale, perfect throat, and he stroked some pink strands of hair away. Her pulse was dancing for him, teasing him, and he growled. She arched her neck in the same teasing way she always did. Her enlarged pupils almost swallowed up her blue eyes and her mouth fell open. 

He let his mouth hover above her neck, her scent overflowing and enveloping him in a firm hold, his body locked in place.

“Say it,” he mumbled, letting his tongue sweep across her skin.

“Pretty, pretty, pretty –“ Her voice was getting more slurry, he couldn’t determine if there was a hint of fear there. She shut her eyes, but he grabbed her face a bit harsher than he had intended. Her eyes opened and she stared right into him for a few seconds.

Their gazes met. Deep, endless, looking into each other’s darkest place. Her blood was already eager to leave her body and flow into his, turn into his strength.

“Please,” Harley mumbled with a smile, her hands latching onto his bare torso and burying his nails in his skin.

He groaned and then let his teeth find the warm, pulsating vein. His metal grill made the bite harder, and a thick river flowed into his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he held her upright, cradling her, as he sucked.

Strongly concentrated euphoria caressed his throat and tongue, every gush of fluid making his body tense. A faint taste of something acidy flowed along with vague pictures and memories that he didn’t care to delve deeper in.

Her grip around him grew weaker and her arms fell down limply by her side as his grip tightened around her. That part inside of him wanted to devour her whole, her flesh and bones, and it was most powerful like this. Just one harder bite would do it.To make her one with him.

She was already deathly pale, and his bite had been messy, causing the blood to run down across her purple gown and his hands.

Her eyelids fluttered shut and her body became limp in his arms. With a growl he pulled away; he had torn violently into her but the skin was already coming together again, soon there’d be pink flesh and a scar there; the cicatrization had already started.

Her cheeks seemed to have sunken into her skull, leaving protruding cheek bones.Fresh poison filled his mouth together with the remains of her blood, he swallowed it down and purred, then kissed her. 

Satisfaction spread across his insides, he was full for the moment, his strength had returned. He carried her  out of the bloodied sheets and placed her in the bathtub, then let the water run and wash it all off her as she weakly came to her senses again.

When she opened them, her pupils had dilated and almost swallowed up her entire eye. The wound in her throat was healing, and he could see her ribs poke out of her dress. He could physically see the blood-thirst travel through her body, her eyes were alert like a predator, following his every moment. Her teeth was bared. She was too weakened to get up by herself, but if he came within reach he knew she would try to kill him.

He didn’t mind, as he watched the last remains of blood go down the drain.

He didn’t mind at all.