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The Ballad of Steve the Barbarian

We had a new player once. He decided “Hey cool, barbarians sound awesome. I want to be a barbarian trapper. I shall regale you with his antics :

1. Upon entering a dense forest in search of some Kobolds who were preparing to attack a nearby town, Steve rolls perception and spies a deer. He’s bringing up the rear and veers away from the party. We find him later, playing checkers with a band of Pixies in a clearing. Apparently he had rolled a Nat 20 for animal handling and the deer led him here. The deer is nearby just watching. Everyone in the circle turns to look at the party.

Steve : Oh hey guys. These are my friends.

The rest of the party : *Bewildered stare*

Steve : We can’t really talk to each other. But I’ve named them. This little guy is Peter. That one is Vicky. And that little bugger over there is Steve Jr. I’ve always wanted a Steve Jr.

Tiefling rogue : Uh… Steve… We have a mission.

Steve : Oh! Right! *looks at the pixies* Bye guys! We’ll catch up later.

Dwarf Cleric : You sure you’re not a druid?

2. Steve was with the party in a goblin cave. He’s a bit ahead scouting as a meatshield/warning bell. After a few moments we no longer hear him moving ahead of us. We stop, the rogue stealths ahead to find Steve in a side store room sitting at a table with a few goblins. They’re playing some form of poker on a rickety table of explosive powder. Steve is smoking a pipe we’ve never seen before. The rogue brings the party up.

Steve : (in goblin) Oh don’t mind them. Those are my friends. (To the party) Hey guys! Check it out. These dudes are super cool!

The goblins smile and wave.

Tiefling Rogue : Steve… We need to have a chat.

Steve : Sure. What’s up?

Tiefling Rogue : Okay first of all, We think you have a wandering problem. And a gaming problem. Where the hell did you get that pipe? And you -DO- realize we’ve been paid to kill these goblins right?

Steve : Aww… But these dudes are super cool! See? We’re playing poker.

Rogue : Steve. We have to kill them.

Steve : Shame… *turns to the goblins while unlimbering his great axe, aptly named The Axe of Steve* Look fellas. I’m really sorry about this.

3. After arriving at a local farming community and meeting some locals, Steve wanders off to set some traps to check in the morning. The farmers have agreed to purchase anything he catches. It’s been a rough harvest season. The next morning he goes to check the traps. Alone. And finds an owl bear.

Steve : Oh man. Check you out! What a magnificent beautiful bastard you are! (ooc) I’d like to roll animal handling to see if we can be friends. *rolls a Nat 1*

There is a cairn stone in the clearing where we found him with the Pixies. Steve died that day. The owl bear proved to be too much for his gentle nature.

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you came across any "arranged marriage" pics? For some reason those have really been my jam lately. Love this blog!

Thanks for these requests! I think I have a few here that fit what you’re looking for!

Originally posted by lovepamelucha


Arranged Marriage AU


Kingdoms of the Sun and Moon by OathKeeper, Explicit, 17k (WIP)
Prince Yuuri, heir to the throne, is in an arranged marriage with Princess Mila. The only problem is that Yuuri’s attracted to men, and Mila’s attracted to women. Oh, and her brother, Prince Victor, is really attractive. I’m obsessed!

Spring and Winter by MidnightCrow, Teen, 8.4k (WIP)
Viktor is the beloved second prince of the spring kingdom, Yuuri is the shy prince of the winter kingdom, in order to prevent war between their two kingdoms Viktor is sent to the court of his enemy as a peace offering, a husband for their own prince. Can flowers even bloom in frozen ground? Love this!

The Rules For Lovers by ADreamingSongbird, Teen, 22k (WIP)
Prince Yuuri Katsuki has a duty to his country, above all else, and he knows this alliance will help to ensure the safety of his people. That’s the only reason he accepts Prince Nikiforov’s hand in marriage. The pleasant surprise, of course, is the part where they fall in love along the way. The unpleasant one, well… that’s a long story. Great fic so far!

There’s a Rumor in Saint Petersburg by MagicalGirl15, Teen, 5.8k (WIP)
Viktor Nikiforov, the prince of Saint Petersburg, now twenty-eight years of age, needs to find a suitor appropriate enough to please his father, the king, and continue the blue blooded Nikiforov line. What happens when he meets an attractive peasant in town and sees him in secret? Rec’d by a follower!

My Name On Your Lips by feelslikefire, Explicit, 44k (WIP)
Victor Nikiforov has finally returned home, and Yuuri is being summoned to the capital for their wedding. He needs a plan to put off marriage long enough to find a way to break the betrothal, while keeping his practicing from being discovered. A/B/O elements, if that’s your thing!

born to make it happen by norgbelulah, Teen, 15k
Victor is pleased Yuuri has accepted his proposal of marriage. Yuuri is anxious they’re rushing into things. Matters are complicated when they realize they will have to convince literally everyone else it’s a good idea. Lovely fic!

King Maker by aquaselution, Teen, 7.8k (WIP)
Yuuri, Crown Prince of Glaciena and Victor’s betrothed, had been missing for ten years only to be found at an obscure inn in a quiet coastal town. But he does not remember Victor and he does not think he is fit to rule the Kingdom. Great fic so far!

Melody of the Sky by Kagami_Sorak, Teen, 21k (WIP)
In which Yuuri is an omega but ignores his secondary gender because he can and bitchslapps the alpha king more often than necessary because Victor needs to be put down from his high horse and they slowly fall in love while dealing with more problems than they need. I haven’t read this yet, but it sounds like a great fic if you like A/B/O elements!

Literally inspired from this text post (x synthpop with only a few modern jams. Angst on, 80′s teens. (listen)

01. Shout - Tears for Fears // 02. How Soon is Now? - The Smiths // 03. Wishing (if I had a Photograph of You) - Flock of Seagulls // 04. Out of Mind - Magic Man // 05. Enola Gay - Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark // 06. Someone Great - LCD Sound System // 07. Don’t You Want Me - The Human League // 08. Midnight City - M83 // 09. Blue Monday - New Order // 10. Don’t You Forget About Me - Simple Minds // 11. Enjoy The Silence - Depeche Mode // 12. Beginners (King of Town Remix) - Slow Club // 13. Tainted Love - Soft Cell // 14. Everybody Wants to Rule The World - Tears For Fears// 15.  I Just Can’t Get Enough - Depeche Mode // 16.  If You Leave - Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark

“Flat out” - h.s. Part 6

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

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The air was humid as you jogged up the steps in your white sneakers, kicking the door open with the nudge of your hip as you held the box in your hands. Harry groaned when the door opened and you merely smiled at him, quickly closing it behind you.

“Do you know why I invest in air conditioning, Y/N?” Harry asked, running his hands through his sweaty and damp hair. “It’s to keep the inside cool. And with you opening windows and keeping the door open all the time, that’s kind of hard to do.”

You rolled your eyes and placed the heap of boxes on the counter as Harry watched you. You were dressed much cuter and more casual than you had in the past with school, and Harry realized that it was because you could breathe again. You had no one to impress. You’d gotten a job. And now was just that transition phase before you moved on with your life.

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Goodbye - Jughead Jones

Anonymous said:

Hello could you do #141 with Jughead please ? 😶

Anonymous said:

143, 145, 141 with Jughead maybe 💚

Originally posted by riverrdxle

I hope you all like this! I think it turned out pretty damn good.

#141 “I’ve always wanted to kiss you in the rain”.

#143 “I have to leave town”.

#145 “Stay, please”.


As soon as Jughead texted you to meet up with him at Pop’s, you were halfway out the door; only moments before Archie had texted you that Jughead had been jail. You rushed to Pop’s, ignoring the sprinkling drops of rain, and found him there. He was sitting the the normal booth, ringing his hands nervously. You walked towards where he sat, gently touching his shoulder. His body shuddered under your touch and he looked up at you.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said in a hushed tone. You scooted into his side of the booth, brushing your shoulders together. His lips curled together at your action and you were about to speak when your foot kicked something under the table. You moved out to stand and look under the table. On the floor near Jughead’s feet sat a large backpack, an all too familiar bag.

“Juggie what are you doing?” You looked back up at him and his green eyes were filled with an unreadable emotion. You slipped into the other side of the booth so you could face him, staring into his face.

“I have to leave town,” he said quickly and raised a finger to stop your speech. You stared at him, hoping he would elaborate. “After Sheriff Keller called me in, I just couldn’t handle it Y/N. Not after everything,” he paused, “not after my dad…”

You hand reached across the table, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. His eyes traveled to your joined fingers and back up to. You gave him a weak smile, rubbing your thumb across the rough skin on his hand.

“It was you that told me that we are not our parents,” you whispered, getting Jughead to look into your eyes again. “So just because this scared you, which I understand, that doesn’t mean you have to leave Juggie.” Your words struck a chord with him, since he had pulled his hand from yours.

“I can’t Y/N, the Andrews already offered to house me and I can’t.” You heart broke at his sad tone. You wanted nothing more than to hug him, kiss him, tell him everything would be alright. In reality you couldn’t; everything wasn’t alright and he didn’t have those feelings for you. You pushed your own hurt aside and focused back on Jughead.

“Stay with the Andrews, Juggie, please.” His eyes met yours when he picked up the desperation in your voice. He leaned below the table, grabbing his bag and scooted out of the booth. You felt tears sting your eyes as he stood.

“I can’t Y/N, goodbye.” He walked out of the diner and you sat there for a moment before you rushed up and towards the door. When you were outside, rain pattered against your body, but you could only care about the boy who was walking out of your life.

“Forsythe Pendleton Jones!” You shouted, causing Jughead to stop and turn around. You caught up to him, looking up into his light eyes.

“Y/N, you’re going to get sick, go back-” You pressed your finger to his lips, silencing him.

“What gives you the right to just leave? There are people here that love you Jughead, what about them? You’re just going to leave them because you can’t handle it anymore? Bullshit!” His eyes flickered around your face as you spoke and you realized he was looking at the tears streaming down your cheeks. His hand reached up, pulling your finger away from his lips. His large hand held yours, but you were far too upset to notice. You stepped closer, pressing the side of your face into his chest. His free hand wrapped around your waist, holding you to him. “Stay, please.” You felt every bit of your heart ache at your final plead. All you felt next to the silence, was the rain and the feeling of Jughead’s warm body pressed against yours.

“Do you love me?” His words rang out against the quiet and you felt your heart stop for a split second. You pulled away, your hand still joined with his. He was looking at you with those eyes you loved and you felt yourself melt.

“Yes,” you whispered and you saw Jughead’s whole body relax. His hand let go of yours, reaching for your jaw. He pulled your lips to his, your hands curled up against his chest. You felt the tips of his fingers graze your hair and tasted the rain on his lips. You pulled away a little and Jughead brushed his nose to yours as if asking to continue. You pressed another kiss to his lips, smiling into it this time.

“I’ve always wanted to kiss you in the rain,” Jughead mumbled as you pulled away again. You looked into his eyes and saw something in them that could only be described at love. You reached for his hand again, while his other hand reached up to your face to wipe away your tears. You looked up from your hands to meet his gaze. A soft smile rested on his lips when you met his eyes.

“Please don’t leave me,” you whispered, not caring about how selfish you sounded. Yet again, his whole leaving town plot was fairly selfish as well. You felt his hand on your cheek, his thumb rubbing against your skin.

“I won’t,” he whispered, “I’m sorry.” You stepped forward and he instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist. You would’ve done the same if it weren’t for his huge backpack resting on his back. He pressed his face to your hair and you closed your eyes.

“It’s okay Jughead,” you whispered, “I love you.” You felt him smile against your hair. His arm around your waist tightened, pressing you impossibly close.

“I love you too Y/N.”

{PART 11} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Jungkook opens up to you more about his family - while keeping your attention off the elephant in the room. However, the rosy feeling doesn’t last long when Jungkook drops you home to your apartment.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1}// {Part 10} {Part 11} {Part 12}

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Walked In*

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MILD SMUT*

You and Joe have been dating for a little over a year now and you have gotten to know Joe’s family quite well in that time. You and Joe had decided spend a few days in Wiltshire to get away from the busy city life of London and spend time with Joe’s family. 

“What do you two have planed for today?” Graham asked as the three of you sat around the table eating breakfast.

“Not sure really, might just have a walk around town, Y/N’s not seen everything yet” Joe answered his dad’s question. 

“That sounds good to me seeing that we go back to London tomorrow.” You said sadly. Joe was right when he said that you were going to love the country side. 

“Hey we’ll make it back more often this year, I promise. I need to take more time away from YouTube sometimes and what better way than coming over to see Daddy Sugg.” Joe said patting his dad on the shoulder. 

“You guys are welcome anytime you know that and who knows maybe next visit you two will be looking at wedding venues” Graham said causing Joe to choke on his drink. 

“You’re just as bad as the subscribers you know that” You laughed as Joe tired his hardest to control his cough. 

“Cheers dad for almost killing me” 

“Hey it could happen” Graham said before taking the plates off the table and walking them over to the sink. 


The day was coming to an end and you and Joe were sat in a small restaurant watching the sun set through the window. 

“Do we have to go back to London?” You said standing and throwing on your coat. 

“I’m afraid so, we both have work on Monday” Joe said reaching for your hand which you gladly excepted and let him lead you out of the restaurant. 

You frowned at Joe’s words as you walked over to his car. You knew he was right, you had to go back to work on Monday and Joe had a ton of meetings. But you also knew that he meant what he said about coming back more often because, whether Joe admitted it or not, he really missed home. 

“Alright love, where are we off to now? Back to dad’s to chill or we can go to a bar.” Joe said once you two got in his car. 

“Home’s fine, I kind of want to relax, we can watch that movie your dad was going on about last night.” you said smiling over at Joe.

The two of your arrived home and quickly changed yourselves out of your clothes and into something more comfortable and then headed back downstairs to find Graham had already set up the movie along with a few snacks. 

You were woken up by a gentle hand moving across your cheek. Blinking your eyes open, you focused them on the tv screen that was now rolling through the end credits. 

“How long was I asleep for?” You said looking up at Joe.

“Awhile, you maybe saw 15 minutes” Joe laughed lightly as you sat up and rubbed the sleep out eyes. 

“Whoops, I guess the day just caught up with me” You said grabbing hold of Joe’s hand so he could help you off the couch. 

“Well then off to bed it is” He said kissing your temple before turning off the tv and following you up the stairs. 

The two of you did your nightly routine, brushing you teeth, washing your face, the usual things you did before you officially called it a night. You tucked yourself into bed when you heard Joe shout goodnight to his dad who was still downstairs before he entered the room and closed the door behind him. Joe climbed in bed and quickly pressed his lips against yours.

“Joe,” You managed to get out between kisses. 

“Hmmm?” Joe hummed against your lips, before he deepened the kiss by pulling you on top of him. 

You let out a small giggle before placing your lips back on Joe’s. “You’re dads awake.” 

“So?” Joe said running his finger tips over the smooth skin of your bare legs. 

“So stop it” you said pushing his hands off your legs. 

Joe quickly moved his hands back, this time moving them higher up your thigh, “You know,” Joe said looking down at his hands on your skin, “I really like it when you sleep in just my t-shirt” 

“Oh?” You raised and eyebrow up at him. 

“Mhmm” he said reaching up to connect his lips with your again. Joe’s hands traveled from your thighs to your bum giving it a small squeeze as the kiss heated. 

Joe fingers moved themselves underneath the lining your panties working their way back to your core. 

“Joe” You said against his lips.

“Shhh, you’re going to have to be quiet love. My dads awake.” He said sliding a finger along your wet slit. You let out a airy moan when he slid a finger in and out slowly. 

Joe flipped you over so you were laying next to him on the bed, your legs spread apart, his hand still inside your panties working at your core. Joe’s fingers slowed when you heard the stairs creak under the weight of his dad as he climbed up them. Joe pulled his fingers out of you and quickly removed your underwear followed by his own before moving himself over you, his weight held up by his hands.

Joe positionsed himself at you entrance and slowly pushed into you, your hand moving over your mouth to muffle your moan. Joe picked up the pace a little but still kept it slow to avoid any unnecessary noise. 

Joe had only been thrusting into you for a few minutes when there was a quiet knock on the door before it opened slowly which caused both you and Joe to panic. Joe rolled himself off of you just as Graham had fully opened the door. 

“Hey Jo-”

“DAD!” Joe said pulling the duvet up and over the two of you.

You tried to conceal your blush and laughter as you watched Graham jump at the sudden outburst and then realize what he had just walked in on. 

“Oh I’m sorry, sorry. I forgot Y/N was here!” Graham said quickly backing out of the room and shutting the door. 

You started laughing which caused Joe to shoot you a look before his attention was drawn to the sound of his phone receiving a text. He picked it up, reading the message quickly before rolling his eyes and jumping out of bed and pulling on some pants. 

Joe left the room, the sound of footsteps up and down the stairs and muffled voices could be heard before Joe finally emerged back into the room. 

He shut the door behind him before undressing himself again and getting back in bed. You looked over at him watching in the dark as he stared up at the ceiling. 

“Umm, you alright?” You asked after a while of silence.

“Yep, dad just needed help finding something. We had a weird talk that I never thought I’d have to experience that ended with ‘I didn’t see anything by the way’.” 

You let out small giggle at the slight fear in Joe’s voice. 

“What?” He said turning to look at you. 

“I told you.” You said, reaching over the bed to grab your underwear that Joe had tossed to the ground. You tugged them on before curling yourself around Joe, kissing his cheek and resting your head on his chest. 


The next morning was weird. As the two of you got ready to head back to London, you could hear Graham rummaging through the kitchen downstairs and could tell Joe was dreading having to go down for breakfast.

“C’mon Joe, we can’t stay up here all day.” You said taking a seat on the made bed was you watching Joe repack his things for the third time. 

“Maybe we can climb out of the window, it doesn’t seem that high up” Joe said moving to the window after zipping his bag up. 

“You can jump out the window, I’ll be downstairs eating breakfast. Don’t call me when you’re hurt” You said moving for the door as you heard Joe groan behind you. 

The two of you marched your way down the stairs and into the kitchen where Graham had been making breakfast. 

“Morning Graham” You said taking a seat at the table watching Joe avoid eye contact with his dad. 

“Morning guys” Graham said placing a plate full of eggs, toast and bacon on the table before taking a seat himself. “So um-”

“Don’t dad, lets just forgot this happened please” Joe said going in for the food. 

You let out another small laugh as you looked over at Graham who looked pretty embarrassed. 

“How are you not freaking out about this?” Joe said looking over at you. 

“I just think it’s funny” You said letting out another laugh. 

“It’s not.” Joe said shaking his head. 

“This clearly hasn’t happened for you before has it?” you asked looking between Joe and Graham. 

“No honestly, you’re the first girl Joe’s ever really brought home and to my knowledge, Zoe’s never had sex here” Graham said trying to remember the past.

“Alright dad enough please.” Joe said looking over at his dad. 

“Hey fine, okay. This never happened.” Graham said putting his hands up in defense. 

“Thank you.” Joe said letting out a sigh and taking a sip of his orange juice. 

“Alright lets talk about something else. So when the wedding?” Graham said causing Joe to yet again choke on his drink.

Psychoanalysis of the typical CSer brain & dissecting warped claims.

1) [Emma went to hell for Killian] they seem to casually always forget that five minutes prior to this decision Hook wanted to kill & send ALL of Emma’s family to hell. Literally, marked them for death & eternal suffering because he was vengeful she turned him into a Dark One against his will. Why, you say? Let’s pause & think of Emma’s background. She has SEVERE abandonment issues: her parents sent her to the side of a road into foster care jumping from one crappy situation to the next. Constant reminder of being abandoned over and over again. Neal betrayed & abandoned her to go to jail while pregnant where she HAD to give up Henry, had to. Graham then died thus abandoning her, died literally in her arms after she let him in, to care for him. Later, Neal came back, got shot & sucked into a portal. Abandoned again via magic portal. Then her SON is kidnapped two minutes later & taken to Neverland. Fast forward, Neal came back only to DIE & abandon her again in a heart wrenching & tragic way, in her arms (again) while he said “find Tallahassee.” Then there was a threat that the darkness would kill/take Regina away from her (more on that later). See a pattern? She had no control in every single circumstance. She turned Hook against his will because she was sick of being abandoned by people she cared for & finally she had the power to overcome that loss. She went to hell for him because she had it in her power to prevent that abandonment & fear of loss. It wasn’t out of love. It was out of fear of loss & fear in normal circumstances is a powerful motivator, even moreso in the dire situation of having to kill the dude you’re dating to save your family. She was distraught & severely traumatized by thst event. She clearly was not thinking clearly when she hopped on down to the UW. Evidenced by the fact that she allowed her family & son to come along with her. Of course, they wouldn’t let her go alone. They did it for her. She went out of fear of losing someone again.

2) [embraced the darkness for him] Hold up, did we even watch the same show? The darkness engulfed Regina, NOT HOOK in 4x22. Emma said that Regina worked too hard to have her happiness destroyed, then stuck the dagger into the darkness & took it, sacrificed herself for Regina’s happiness & welfare. If the CS meant embracing the darkness to save him in Camelot, well, refer to point 1 about her abandonment issues. It was NEVER about him. Fuckin alternative facts worthy of the Trump White House right there with that twisted view of what we all saw & witnessed.

3) [wanted to share her heart with him] key word *wanted*. Why? Refer to point 1 again. An orphan with severe abandonment issues. Of course she was willing to do that. This is Emma Swan we are talking about. She’d sacrifice anything to keep from hurting by the pain of loss again in any measure. The motivation was NOT HIM but her own need to prevent further loss.

4) [she is where he belongs] Stop right there. She’s not a car garage for Hook to park into. She’s a human fucking being. She is her own person. This statement doesn’t take into account where Emma belongs, where Emma’s happiness lies. It’s solely focused on his desires & needs. Just stop with that external boyfriend centered mentality because it is extremely unhealthy. Emma’s worth doesn’t revolve around what others want from her or want for her. Not her parents, not Henry, not Regina or the stupid town. Not her role as Savior or even Sheriff. Emma belongs where Emma wants to belong from within herself. Stop with the boyfriend centered shit because it sounds so abusive. His happiness is reliant upon her accepting him as a lover. NO. I. Will. Shut. That. Shit. Down. Every. Single. Time.

5) [he’s her true love, deal with it.] Yet again, as in point 4, it’s focused around him & not Emma. No, dear little CSer, he’s not the focus here. Emma is the focus. It’s evident in this statement that the CSers love vicariously through Emma on screen disregarding Emma’s past, past actions, personality & internal issues such as abandonment. The CSers focus on him, not her. They feel more connected with him than with her. They disregard her completely. All they want to see is Hook happy no matter what & Emma is the heroine & star of the show, so naturally, the fan base channels their feelings through her. They want so desperately to be with Hook that they toss aside the very essence of who Emma is & what Emma wants. Any CSer that claims otherwise is full of utter shit. If this show no long had Emma but kept Hook, watch how fast they’ll forget about Emma Swan & focus on Hook finding someone else to fulfill his happiness. In a God damn heart beat. In short, CSers are in-love with Hook/Colin. And when any human feels love for someone else we want them to be happy. Currently Emma is the Segway for them seeing Hook happy on screen. It’s sickening to me that they continually rewrite the character of badass Emma Swan to satiate their desires for the fictional man they love. It was never about Emma Swan for them. Which is sad because she’s someone all little girls should aspire to be - tough, independent, kind heart, strong sense of justice, bravery & great internal strength. I don’t care who Hook finds his happiness with as long as it’s not at the expense of our beloved Emma Swan.

He said he wanted to see the world, it’s such a huge world with so much in which to do and discover. He said he wanted to take me with him, sweep me away on an unforgettable escapade, one worth writing home about in gushing, glowing words on picturesque postcards picked up along the way.

I told him it sounded lovely, but what I didn’t say was ‘Yes, I’d love nothing more,’ which would’ve been the truth if I hadn’t been too scared to tell it, fearing the implications and potential complications.

Now he’s gone globe-trotting with another, who took the place I didn’t take, who’s enjoying the sights, sounds, flavors, sensations, pleasures,…life…I foolishly let pass me by. And now I cry, into my Pad Thai from some takeout joint here in town, not even able to enjoy it because it only reminds me of my missed chance, my date with destiny that I turned down.

It’s not just the world travel and sightseeing I’m mourning the loss of– although that hurts hellishly–no, because I can still do that, the world will still be out there, waiting for dreamers like me to explore and unearth its beauteous treasures and off-the-beaten path wonders.

It’s mostly the loss of him in my life that I’m ruing. There will never be another him–some may come close, but not close enough for me. He’s magical, the day’s first sunbeams glittering on bedewed grass. He’s gorgeous, an inner fire that others stop to warm themselves at with his ebullient welcome and never want to leave, that creates this outer glow from which it’s impossible to tear your eyes. He’s intelligent, but never a smug, condescending know-it-all; his generous spirit keeps him from getting too high-minded and heavy-handed.

In hindsight, he’s everything I ever wanted and didn’t know I needed. If I would have thought to make a bucket list, if I was the kind, he would’ve been at the pinnacle of mine. 

—  My heart travels the world without me…
Signs as Echosmith lyrics
  • Aries: I got your hand in my hand. No drinks inside. It's how we start a fire, with a natural high.
  • Taurus: Her beauty's a wonder,makes him forget about the end cause when it's all over who's really gonna care?
  • Gemini: They're driving fast cars, but they don't know where they're going. In the fast lane, living life without knowing.
  • Cancer: Don't come looking for me. You're better off not knowing. Cause your own story. Is the safest place you'll ever be
  • Leo: Give me your heart, and I'll give you my love. It's a work of art, when you shine like the sun. So give your heart to me
  • Virgo: Who are they, with their so-called innovations? They hold on, like they found their own salvation.
  • Libra: I searched valleys and mountaintops. Rolling hills and ticking clocks were all I heard, all that sound never thought love could be found
  • Scorpio: They were made for each other. They knew it was right. So sick of this ghost town. So they ran off in the night
  • Sagittarius: This is a good day, this is a good sign. You've got green eyes and I've got sunrise
  • Capricorn: We've got hopes on the horizon. We can't stop from climbing the mountain.
  • Aquarius: She sees them walking in a straight line, that's not really her style. And they all got the same heartbeat, but hers is falling behind.
  • Pisces: We're talking dreams baby. We'll cut the strings maybe. Through rose-colored lenses

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Jealous!lock in the days of Molliarty

So this is a pretty fluffy version of jealous!lock I’d say. Hope you like how I did it, anon! ;)


Sherlock covertly glanced at Molly as she worked busily in the lab. This was a good opportunity. John was busy and couldn’t be there, no other employees or visitors around…yes perhaps now was his chance. He cleared his throat.

“Thrilling episode of Glee last night, wasn’t it?”

Molly halted what she was doing and frowned at him. “Glee? You…like that show?”

“Mm, what’s not to like?” He grinned.

She smiled, though still looked rather suspicious. “So um, what was your favorite part then?”

“I’d have to say the uh…the singing.” That could have been thought out a bit better. Time for a subject change…

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Pretend (Drabble)

Anon, you’ve slayed me. That’s so cute and pure and my heart is just tearing itself apart. I just love these sorts of prompt. THEY’RE PURE AND EVERYONE IS HAPPY, SO I’M HAPPY FOR THEM. I hope you enjoy, and thanks for the request. I have chosen to subject Jesse McCree to this because this guy needs some McLovin’. (I’m just in a Jesse McCree mood for some reason.)


A romantic relationship in this line of work was a dangerous thing, and if you both valued your lives, you would never enter one. Attachment is dangerous, you reminded yourself daily. But your traitorous heart ached anyway, unheeding of your rationality and logic.   

Dealing with this whole thing would be tremendously easier if you and Jesse McCree weren’t on a long-term mission mission as a duo. It took every scrap of self-control (and more) to prevent yourself from embarrassing yourself with some over-the-top reaction when this mission was announced. Though, Torbjorn did receive a nasty glare when he shouted, “About damn time. I’ve got projects to fund, you know.” 

It’s been weeks since you both came to this city, setting up camp in a residential neighborhood where there were suspected to be a weapons trading ring. It was hard to believe at first considering just how peaceful everything seemed when you and Jesse moved in, pretending to be recently married. When you questioned the decision for this scenario (not that you were entirely against it), Soldier: 76 explained it was to blend in and get among the trading ring’s ranks. It was a very family-orientated neighborhood, after all. Jesse, always the one to roll with the punches, took your hand and tapped you where a ring would theoretically sit. 

“So, d’you wanna take my last name or should I take yours?”

That lit a fire so bright inside you that you felt like you were going to become a victim of spontaneous human combustion. 

It wouldn’t be the last time you’d feel such a way. 

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Contrite

A/N: I don’t hate Camila Cabello, no worries. If you think that my stories look similar to someone’s writing, please tell me. I try to be unique and come up with my own ideas. Might do part 2 and 3 as well but I don’t know. Feedback is always welcomed

Word count: 884

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You were doing your homework, writing down all the formulas of functions and the tables in Mathematics. Your phone buzzed on the textbook. A slight sigh slipped out from your mouth as you saw your best friend’s name in it.

“Audrey, it’s not the right time to call me—I’m revising for the final Math exam,” your voice sounded very accelerating from calming to pissed.

“Y/N, you have to listen to me! It’s an urgent thing.”

You rolled your eyes, took a deep breath. You didn’t want to be that awful friend who always came up with excuses to leave the conversation.

“Tell me, I’m listening,” you placed the phone back on your textbook, loudspeaker turned on. You were expecting something mild coming from her mouth, you weren’t ready for some another drama or hurtful event.

“He called me yesterday,” Audrey’s raspy voice gave you a tingeling sparkle in your body.

“He who?” You wrote down the last formulas and tried to sketch the square and cos2x functions in the notebook.

“Shawn. Your ex-boyfriend?” Audrey told the name that you didn’t want to hear for a long time. You dropped your pen on the floor, still starled by the name. “Y/N, are you alive?”

You shaked your head a little to come back to Earth.

“Yeah, I am. What’s with him?” you tilted your body a little to get the pen between your fingers.

“He wanted to know if you are in the town or not.”

“Audrey, I haven’t talked him for 7 months! Why the heck he wants to talk with me when 8 months ago he broke up because I wasn’t good enough to him. I’m not going to talk with him. He has that Cabello girl now,” you stayed crowded and focused on your last function.

“He sounded very distraught, miserable and frustrated. I know you don’t want to talk with him but at least ask from him what’s wrong. I still believe and know that half of you loves him and wants him.” Audrey told the truth–I still loved Shawn, I never stopped but I can’t be that easy to get.

“Audrey, he just plays with your mind–don’t let Shawn make fool out of you. He knows how to twist your feelings.”

“No, Y/N, stop lying to yourself! I know myself at least that much that I could make differences between truth and lie.”

You wanted to scream top of your lungs. You had messed up your last function thanks to Shawn, not Audrey. You needed push down those feelings that your heart told you to do—to call Shawn.

“Audrey, remember that he was the fault why we broke up. He cheated on me with Camila. You and Lily told me that he was the fault too, not me. I’ve learned my lessons and tried to fix my faults. I’m not going to fall again for him.”

She laughed, letting out the most adorable giggle.

“Oh you, babe, you can’t even hear yourself what you are talking about. Yeah, you did tell the same thing we told you but Y/N, give him a chance. At least for one time. Shawn is actually a great lad, very caring. You know that. Y/N, you have a heart.”

Audrey didn’t stop tell you how much heart you had and how much you had to lose when you didn’t get back with Shawn. You didn’t want to bother your head anymore with that and you said last words to her. You finished your last function where you made little corrections.

After finishing your revision, you couldn’t keep your hands off from your contact list. You tried to confess yourself that you didn’t need to do this. But your heart told otherwise.

“Okay, uh, maybe this isn’t going to be that bad. Maybe I’m overreacting, maybe I just, I don’t know anymore what I’m talking about,” You mumbled with yourself. You didn’t want to sound whiny or something but a little you wanted to talk with Shawn. At some point, you needed to break your flaws and boundries and do what you needed to do.

You pushed easily on the touch screen, feeling red liquid boiling inside, nerves in your head racking from bit to bit. You thought it was a bad idea to do it. Your throat got dried, you started biting your nails, eyelids blinked fast, heart beat rate rocketed into air. Everything you had spitted out from my mouth to Audrey, it made you think that you were a mean person. The calling beep made you more nervous by every second, the heart wanted to bound out from your chest. It got faster and faster. You wanted to gave up already because there was no chance Shawn would take up the call.

Suddenly, the long, noisy beep stopped. You stopped breathing for mere seconds, struggling to catch the breath.

“Y/N,” a humble voice called out your name through the phone.

“Shawn.” You congealed. You missed the voice. The one word from his voice took you back to the start where your love with Shawn started.

Tripple Dog Date Him!

Written by: @alliswell21

Prompt #57: Katniss is dared to ask nerdy!Peeta out on a date, she ends up actually enjoying her time with him. By: Anonymous.

Rated: T for some language.

Triggers: None

Word Count: Around 7500

Summary: Katniss has known of Peeta Mellark since they were little, but not until her roommate Johanna decides Katniss has had a too long hiatus from the dating scene, she dares speak to the boy.

This piece has not been betaed. All mistakes are mine.  

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Undeniable Heat Chapter 8: Waiting on Saturday

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1150 Words

Story Summary:  You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

The rest of that day passed in a blur. Jensen had followed you back into the trailer, needing his face made up for the day’s work. He had a huge smile on his face,  you kept blushing while looking at him. You caught Jeannie and Jared sharing knowing looks, which just made you more flustered.

As soon as the men left, she rushed over to you. “Come on, we’re going to get coffee, and then you’re going to tell me everything.” She squealed, pulling you out the door, towards the food tents. You blindly let yourself be pulled along, still reeling from the fact that you had given in and agreed to go on a date with Jensen.

After making you sit down at the table in the far corner, she went and poured two cups of coffee before bringing them back. Making sure no one was looking, she leaned forward, her elbows on the table. “Alright, so what happened?”

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anonymous asked:

More Yoosung and student!MC please? He's my fave...

YAH (he’s like kinda my fav too but um anyway)

  • cooking at MC’s place all the time!!!
  • he mostly cooks while MC does homework, but they put on music so they can both jam together
  • probably says “bone app the teeth” when he’s done
  • also surprises MC with takeout all the time since they’re too busy to cook
  • “this is why i love you”
  • “gotta make sure my sweet heart is fed~”
  • there are days where MC will come home from school and Yoosung is just sitting in their bed playing games
  • “hey hon, how was school today?”
  • MC flops down in bed next to Yoosung
  • “shitty as per usual”
  • “come to dinner with me?”
  • “can we order it instead?”
  • “yup”
  • MC will sometimes just crash on one side of the bed while Yoosung games on the other
  • or MC will study at their desk while he naps
  • they dont have to be doing anything in particular together, they just like hanging out
  • Yoosung visits MC’s part time job all the time
  • he pretends to be cool and MC pretends to hate it
  • “well hey baby, whats a cutie like you doing in a place like this?”
  • “Yoosung, this is a Hollister. why are you talking like i work on the bad side of town or something?”
  • “i was just trying to be cool…”
  • -a few minutes later-
  • “hey baby, what do you say the two of us go out for a little bit when your shift ends?”
  • “where do you wanna go, slick?”
  • “i…um…your apartment?”
  • “sounds like a plan”
  • “nice”
  • everytime MC mentions a study group he gets kind of protective
  • “who’s in it?”
  • “just a couple people from my chem class”
  • “so…these people…”
  • he puts air quotes around people
  • “…just how in love with you are they?”
  • “Yoosung! shut up!”

i really hope you liked those!!! thanks so much for requesting Yoosung ^^

What a puzzle

Originally posted by wizardfrenchfries

He found his father-in-law in the sitting room that overlooked the rose garden and the fountain, where the western wall was only a thousand panes of polished glass. The sun was setting and the room was filled with the rich, amber sunlight of a late summer evening and the paler flickers from the hearth where drift-wood burned. Belle preferred the strangely shaped, salt-rimed wood to the traditional oak and pine for the unusual dancing color of the flames, the unpredictable shower of silver sparks, the fineness of the ash left in the hearth. Maurice was smoking a pipe and the smoke curled like twilight coming into the room, scenting the room with its sweetness.

“Maurice, I need to talk to you,” Adam began, running his hand through his hair half-distracted, marveling a little at how human it felt.

“I wondered how long it would take for you to figure it out,” Maurice said, puffing a little on the pipe, then setting it aside. “Frankly, I’m rather impressed with how quickly you have understood. I have perhaps underestimated you,” he said calmly, with an appraising amusement Adam had never been subjected to before. The older man made a small gesture of encouragement.

“It’s Belle. She’s…” Adam trailed off, searching himself for the correct word, the right collection of words that would explain it.

“She’s terrifying,” her father said plainly. “She’s always been this way, you know. Imagine how it was for me, I could hardly speak of it, of her, to anyone else. And such a little girl, no one would have believed me.”

“I thought she just liked to read. I thought she was very bright, self-taught– I thought,” Adam said. Maurice interrupted.

“You thought you could keep up with her. That it would be easy to do so, no?”

“I found her reading Vitruvius and Taccola, di Giorgio in the library. I didn’t know I owned the books, but I do. We do. I hardly knew who they were but she explained. I thought she would be reading Marlowe or Sidney or Marie de France, getting drunk on poetry, but she is designing a new mill and a bridge for Villeneuve now!” Adam exclaimed.

“When she was four, she built herself an abacus from the clock-work gears she found in my workshop. She learned German from the Belgian woman who made the best rolls in town when we were in Bergues, Latin from the priest,” Maurice paused. “I always wished there was an academy for her to attend, a tutor I could hire but there was no school which would take her, no teacher I could afford. Even to buy her a book was beyond me.”

“Does she love me only for my library?” Adam asked, aware he sounded overly dramatic, the echo of the self he had been before Belle, before the Beast, when he had been the prince and never gainsaid by anyone. Maurice just laughed.

“Of course not, you young fool. She is my daughter, but I’m not blind—anyone can see how she looks at you. But you must see her, understand her, if you want to make her happy—and it may not be easy. She’s not an easy woman, Belle, even if she might seem that way,” Maurice said.

“Go on,” Adam said. He had not yet learned enough humility to ask for the guidance he needed but if it was being offered, as Maurice was doing…

“She read all the time because as odd as it was, the villagers could understand it. There have been women who loved God’s word before and this is France, we have had our troubadours, our lays, our Heloise to Abelard. They could not understand a woman who was an engineer, who could rebuild their crumbling bridge, their windmills, re-design a city to resist the plague. To be fair, I’m not sure where she might go that the people would know what to make of her. But you, you have been several selves already, have been transformed and taught, however bluntly, by Madame Agathe, to see within and to accept. You might be the making of her,” Maurice said, pausing. “And I should like to see it. Her mother was much the same and I only painted her. Don’t do that.”

“I haven’t the skill or the inclination,” Adam replied, considering what a lovely model Belle would make, except that the static representation could never capture her essential quality of action, her mind, her eye, her hand all vital and primed to observe and change what was around her.

“Devote your talents to other endeavors, then. Buy her more books, yes, but also a surveyor’s kit, some broken clocks, a quantity of charcoal and paper, and if there is an opportunity for you to consult an architect, invite the man to dinner,” Maurice said. “You’re lucky,” he added. “You may invite whatever guests will please her and not worry that she will prepare the meal. She has many gifts, but cooking bores her. The kitchen doesn’t take such inattention lightly.”

“No, I gather from Mrs. Potts it does not. Have you any other wisdom to impart?” Adam answered.

“Nothing you cannot divine for yourself. You are intelligent enough, even if you are not her equal. Don’t let her know it and don’t forget it. Now, what vintage will we share tonight? A Burgundy? I thought I smelled some capon…”

its raining so hard out 
that the 40 minute drive into town
was littered with Electric Company Cars,
the stoplights not blinking
just dark


and the sound is so heavy
it almost overwhelms the silence 
in my head


its a right Monday morning 
and “what you don’t know
won’t hurt you” still hurts
because I am never not knowing,
I know you from the inside out.


I am known,
and the burden of it all is
I would be duped again 
for the wellbeing of those I love 

You (Simon Request)

~~~Simons POV~~~
I stopped still in my tracks when I saw her. She had a light smile on her lips as she plugged the music into her ears and set off again to wherever her destination would be. She was beautiful. She always was. Effortlessly. Not like these fake, plastered girls I seemed to find myself talking to at clubs nowadays.
And then I realised she was walking towards me. Had she noticed me? Shit. I looked disgusting. I’d only come out to get a juice before I went home to my parents yet again.
Shit. Say something Simon.
“Hey” I croak as she walks past and evidently sees me staring.
She takes out her earphone and looks up to me, “sorry, did you say something?”
“Um I said hey” I scratch the back of my neck.
“Hey” She raises her brows, “Will that be all?”
Damn. She still really was hurt.
“No no of course not” I shake my head, “Come on (y/n) I haven’t seen you in what? 3 years?”
“Almost, yes” She nods, folding her arms.
The harsh tone. The cold look in her eyes. It was the look she gave to people that were dicks at school. I found it hilarious. I guess i wasn’t laughing now I was on the other side. “At least come for a drink with me” I sigh.
“And why would that be?” She questions.
“You know where I’ll be. 4pm?” I nod, avoiding her question.
She looks into my eyes for a second before reaching up to return her earphone to her ear and walking off. 4pm.
Let’s give you some background shall we? From when I was 16 to when I left home at 21, I was in a relationship with (y/n). We weren’t one of those innocent, young couples that happened all the time in Berko. We were genuinely in love. Yes, it sounds fucking cheesy but it was true. Everyone knew it. When I first met the guys, they were adamant I would marry her. And so was I really. Her and my family got on well, they loved us together. And then, in early 2014, before I moved in with the guys, something happened. I was doing good on YouTube and I was starting to get a bit overwhelmed by the sudden popularity. Being in a committed relationship with a home town girl from Berko didn’t seem like a good idea for me. So, classic-scared-of-commitment Simon decided to call things off before I left for London. But not in the fashion of a civilised break up, I simply left and said things weren’t working. The worst mistake of my life.
And so here I’m sat, at our stalls in the corner of Zero Juice Sushi with the hope that she’d come through those doors.
I’d ordered both of us our favourite drinks and even some popcorn chicken for her because she claimed there was ‘nothing better’
I felt anxious. Worried. If she didn’t, I knew I’d truly fucked things up. Forever.
Since I’d left her, I’d tried to go with other girls. Tried to replace her. But it never worked. They were never her. They didn’t make me laugh like she did or know how to instantly make me smile like she would.
“Well, if this isn’t the right flavour I won’t be happy” I hear her familiar voice beside me as she sits down in the next stall.
“Of course it is!” I grin, “Our first date. I took you out for your birthday. We came here because there’s nowhere better to go around Berko and you had that exact drink. And no matter what, you’ve never changed your order” I recite the memory.
I see her smile slightly as she sips the juice.
“And I figured to keep you here you could have some chicken too” I smile, pushing the box over to her, “How have you been?”
“Simon, look this is nostalgic and all and you’re right with the juice and the chicken and whatever but-“ She sighs, “Where does this lead after the pleasantries?”
My smile falters.
“You’re back home for the weekend at the same time I am and suddenly it means we have to spend time together? I’ve been back home here plenty of times when I can. Why now?” She raises her brows.
“You moved?!” I pick up on her mention. She was always the girl to stay in this town.
“Yeah I live in London” She nods, “When I’m over here. Tend to travel with my job”
“Photographer” I smile, “You made it”
It was the dream she always had. To travel and take incredible shots. She wanted to capture a culture in a matter of pixels. She was so passionate.
“Yeah well i-” She starts, “No stop. This is what I mean. You can’t just meet up with me and buy me a drink and suddenly think that we can just talk like everything’s normal Simon. You broke my heart”
There it was. The four words that killed me. Firstly because I hated the thought of her ever being hurt that much and secondly because I hated myself for being the cause of that pain.
“I-” I start, knowing there were a million words I could’ve said but none of them were deemed good enough.
“I think I should go. Its good to know you’re well and by the sounds of things, you’re doing incredible on YouTube. But to be honest, I think that’s how it should stay” She comments, standing up.
“August 2nd 2010” I burst out, standing up too as she begins to walk out, “I took you up to the roof of school and it had taken me all that time to finally tell you that I loved you. I called you babygirl and you found it hilarious and I guess it just stuck after that. We spent the whole night up there listening to music on that tiny IPod thing that I got with my first pay. They had a massive go at us the morning after and I told them it was all me. I spent the next two weeks in detention and every single morning I walked you to your class even if it meant I was late every time. I’m not saying i want to walk you to class again or take you back to the rooftop of that school but that doesn’t mean i don’t feel exactly the same way about you now as i did when i was a lanky teenager”
She looks down, clearly knowing she’d get emotional if she looked me in the eyes for too long.
“I’ve been openly in love with you since I was 17 years old (y/n) (y/l/n) and I was lucky enough to spend 5 years of my life trying to make you feel exactly the same way. Because every single morning I was happy, every time I held your hand I still felt that immature electricity that everyone felt with their first kiss, my cheeks still flushed pink every time your lips met mine and I spent everyday of those 5 years completely fascinated by why you would ever choose to be with me” My voice cracks then, “And ever since the day I left you, I’ve regretted it more than anything. Its the worst decision I’ve ever made and hell, you know I’ve made a lot of mistakes.”
She stops and looks up and everything is still flooding back. Seeing her with wavy hair in our school uniform that she seemed to look good in. Spending hours and hours together until the nights fell across the sky and the cold wind got too harsh. Bailing her out of detention whenever I could until she eventually won the fight and got me out of it instead. She got me into a world of trouble and I loved every second. Why YouTube ever became my priority over her I will never know.
“So you can walk out that door now and you don’t ever have to see me again but just remember that for five years of your life you loved me and I know you well enough to know that there’s still a part of you that hasn’t changed. You’re still that teenage girl that was happy with a kick around in the park in battered football boots that didn’t care what people thought. You made me a better man (y/n). So what will it be?” I sigh, tears filling the bottoms of my eyes and threatening to fall over the edge.