sprinkles in the sky

Fated. (Chapter One)

AN/ Hey guys! I am super stoked to finally be sharing this story with you! I’ve been working on it for a couple month and thought tonight would be a good night to finally start sharing it! Several chapters are completed, but I’m only posting one at a time as I continue to write more chapters.  Also, keep in mind, this story is rated MA/18+ for language, graphic depictions of violence, and admittedly, some sex stuff that will be happening later in the story.

I’ve spent a lot of time on this and I really hope you guys like it! For more info, check out the tags. The rest of the chapter is continued on Fanfiction.net AN/


Dark grey clouds filled the sky over King’s Row, obscuring the moon and preventing its glow to light up the night sky. A light sprinkling of rain began to darken the pigment of the rooftops and the streets below, washing away the puddle of blood that had congealed under the head of yet another ambassador of human and omnic relationships.

“Another thread to add to my web”, sneered Widowmaker, as she packed up her gun and leaped across the rooftop over the body of yet another one of her victims. Or rather, another victim of Talon, the ones who truly decided the fate of the men, women and omnics, assigned to the tip of Widowmakers rifle.

Widowmaker, an assassin brainwashed and trained to kill, was used to spending her nights like this. Jumping from roof to roof, avoiding the eyes of the authorities, and destroying the lives of Talon’s enemies. It was just like any other night, however on this night, there was no jet to pick her up and return her to Talon’s headquarters.

Talon had decided to stir up some trouble all around the world that night, thinning out their supply of jets and pilots that would usually extract Widowmaker from a situation like this. Instead of using their resources to pick her up, a Talon member of high rank and insurmountable rate of survivability, they decided to make her wait, knowing that out of all of their agents, she would be most capable of handling her own for the night.

After searching for a few minutes, she came across an old abandoned apartment and snuck into the building through the window, shutting the it behind her and closing the blinds to block any light from escaping. After confirming the apartment was empty, she set down her rifle and small bag of belongings she wore on her back, and began to look around for any sort of functional light. Eventually, she found a lighter and some candles and placed them around to create a low glow of light for easier navigation of the space.

She eventually managed to find an unopened bottle of wine, and based on quick glance this wine was far from the quality of the wines she enjoyed at her French chateaux, but it would do.

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You Bet [Part 2]

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Request(s): A freaking lot

Word Count: 3233… too long I hate it

Song: Shook Me All Night Long by ACDC for no reason other than I love that song

Summary: Steve is awfully distracted by your getup for helping out at the Snow Ball

Warning(s): Smut (duh), Swearing (have you met me), arguing (Nancy and the reader), Jonathan being the coolest, Dustin being a little shit, this is really basic honestly it’s pretty bad

Author’s Note: IT’S HERE! FUCKING FINALLY! THIS HAS BEEN DONE FOR LIKE A WEEK I JUST HAVEN’T GOTTEN AROUND TO POSTING! I’M SO SORRY! Anyway, this probably isn’t that amazing but it could be worse i’m somewhat okay with how it turned out

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teardrop

I am made
of stardust
generously sprinkled
over love,
I am a heart
of flower
and eyes that
are the night sky,
I am, in my thoughts
a serene blue ocean
where whales roam,
I am saffron, and pink
and my colors
are just shades
of calm,
I am
fragile like hope,
made only
to give away
the tenderest parts
of me,
I am a rainstorm
in a drop.

© SoulReserve 2017

KAI PARKER X READER


Broken

Desc: Can you do a Kai imagine where he meets a girl who has the same past as him (except the whole killing family thing was in self defense) & well shy and quiet she seems to be the only one who sees something in him & stands up for him & laughs at all his jokes & he doesn’t understand why he loves bringing her out of her shell & seeing her laugh at his dorky jokes & basically a imagine where they, two people who have been scorned by love, fall in love & learn to understand it ❤

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She ran into him by accident. It was around two in the morning, and the stars dotted the black canvas in the sky like sprinkles of golden fairy dust. It was cool out, the gentle breeze just enough to bring goosebumps to her skin, and it smelt of the fresh pine trees of the forest she was running through. Her hair was pulled atop her head in a loose and messy knot, oversized sweater hanging over her palms, her eyes hooded and lips chapped. The girl’s battered combat boots smacked against the leaf strewn ground, her breath heavy, leather bag dangling off her shoulder as she sprinted like her life depended on it. 

“Aghh!”

The girl slammed face first into something, her hands coming up to massage her face as she groaned out in pain. She inhaled a raspy breath, blinking around in bewilderment when she realized there was nobody and nothing there.

“Hello?” she uttered into the desolate forest.

“Hi.”

The voice was almost inaudible, so faint and nervous she almost missed it. It seemed to come from directly in front of her, and yet when she stared in the direction of the voice, all she saw was the dark outline of a faded oak. Suddenly, a boy melted from the shadows, literally seeping out in human form. He was tall and lanky, with ruffled brown hair and shining blue eyes that were filled with hurt. The moonlight cast shadows across his sculpted facial curves, full lips, and faint stubble. He’d been cloaking himself with an invisibility charm, smart.

“You have magic,” the girl stated in disbelief, tilting her head and looking the boy over with curiosity.

“And that doesn’t scare you?” his voice rumbled low.

She narrowed her eyes, “no.”

The girl raised a hand towards the boy, and a golden wisp of light erupted from her pale fingertips and engulfed the two in an orb of glimmering light so they could see only each other in the folds of the dark night. The boy stared at the girl in awe, his mouth hanging open a little. He looked her over, impressed.

“You too,” he breathed.

“Me too,” she responded, feeling suddenly shy when he looked her over with those startlingly blue eyes.

“And what are you doing running through the forest in the middle of the night?” he asked, brow arched.

“I could ask you the same,” she says, folding her arms over each other.

“No, really,” he asks sincerely.

“You wouldn’t get it,” she clenches her jaw, and he picks up on the little pulse and crinkle in her eyebrows.

“I might just,” he whispers, his eyes flickering back and forth between hers.

She twirls a long curl of hair around her fingertips, eyes planted to the brown soil, heart sinking. The memories pain her to think about, and when she does, the golden orb around them falters momentarily. 

“I’m running,” she admits with a heavy sigh.

“From?”

“My family,” she swallows hard at the lump in her throat, eyes coming back to the boy’s. He doesn’t seem phased at all, but he frowns when he sees her looking so fragile and hurt.

“Anyways,” she shakes her head, snapping out of her trance. “I can’t keep up too long or they’ll find me. So…goodbye, stranger.”

She moves to sidestep the boy, but he grabs at her wrist, shaking his head, “Kai.”

“Kai?” she breathes.

“My name,” his lips twitch faintly.

Her body relaxes, maybe she can stay another minute.

“Well, it’s actually Malachai,” he stumbles softly. “Malachai Parker.”

“That’s a beautiful name,” she says bashfully.

Kai scoffs, “yeah, right.”

“I mean it,” she smiles sympathetically, seeing the look of disgust he has for his own name.

Kai chews his rosy lower lip in disbelief, thinking she’s joking at first, but her facial expression holds still. A breeze swoops gently over them, and he catches a whiff of her sugary perfume, it’s intoxicating, and he wants to move closer to her but he doesn’t.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, letting go of the knit sweater he clung to.

She tells him her name, and asks what he could be doing at such an early hour.

“Running,” he mimics her.

He sees her facial expressions soften, lips bending downwards and eyes saddening. She’s so precious and delicate, nothing like himself.

“From your family?” she whispers, taking a step closer to him.

He couldn’t bear to drag such a fragile girl into his messy life, so he decided to scare her off now rather than later, since lying would only hurt her. And he didn’t want to see her more hurt than she clearly was already. Something about her…he couldn’t put his finger on it, but he only knew she didn’t deserve to be with a disaster like himself.

“No,” he said icily, stiffening his back. “I killed them all.”

The girl froze, heart hammering, instinctively taking a step back.

Good, she was scared. 

“Why?” her voice trembles.

“Because I’m the black sheep,” he laughs bitterly. “I was an outcast in my family my entire life, the broken one, the ‘faulty gemini’. My sister Jo was the perfect one, oh, everyone loved Jo. But not me. No, I was isolated from my own family,” he spits with anger. “I bet it was really nice to stand around and judge me, while they got everything out of life.”

“Why?” she asks again, sounding more curious than frightened now.

Kai cuts her off and draws closer to her, “you should go,” he growls.

“Tell me,” she demands, standing her ground despite every part of her body urging her to run.

She was clearly terrified, but was stubborn enough to try and hide it.

“What makes you think I won’t hurt you?” he says with dark eyes.

“Because I know what it feels like,” she snaps, her face inches from his malicious one.

That expression on his face melted off like ice, and he steps back, “what?”

“Show me,” she responds nervously.

“Show you?” he questions, unable to hold the facade.

He hated the feeling of control the girl seemed to hold over him. Why wasn’t she running yet? Everyone else would have…

“Show me your ability,” she demands quietly, rolling up her lavender sweater and shoving her wrists out to the boy.

“H-how did you know?”

“We’re not so different, you and I,” she says, “just…do it.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he admits with a shake of his head. Funny how quickly he switched from selfish and psychotic to caring and compassionate.

“Kai,” she begs.

He takes a rattled breath, his hands clammy as he approaches the defiant girl. He can feel energy radiating from her bloodstream, and he wants it, needs it, like a drug. She doesn’t look afraid as his slender fingers lock lightly on her wrists, the cool rings that decorated his fingers pressing into her skin. Her beautiful eyes hold to his own, and he keeps them locked to hers as the orange glow burns into her flesh. Her magic oozes into his bloodstream, but it’s different than usual, stronger, he thinks. His mouth tips open as he groans from the feeling he’s missed so much, her energy diffusing throughout his body, and he can’t help but close his eyes from the pleasure. Any second now she should be gasping out for him to stop, crumpling from the pain of his siphoning, but she doesn’t. Then he drops her wrists, snapping back to reality, feeling more alive than he has in ages.

“Why didn’t that hurt you?” he breathes, still on a magic high.

“I don’t run out,” she responds flatly.

“How is that not a gift?!” Kai gasps.

“Because when I have so much it makes me overwhelmed, and I- I can’t control it. My emotions tip even just a little, and my magic comes spilling out of me. The rest of my family thought they could just fix me, because I was some sort of threat to out coven. A-and sometimes I only wanted to help, but it makes me do bad things…hurt people,” she mutters, eyes to the floor. “It’s darker magic, watch.”

The girl stoops low to the ground, where a small pink flower blossoms innocently from the ground. She brushes her fingers to the soft petals, and Kai watches as the plant dissolves into black ash under her finger pads.

“My mom came after me one day,” she shudders, “I didn’t mean to, I was just trying to protect myself.” Her wrist quickly swiped away a falling tear, and she cleared her throat, pretending it was all alright.

He wanted nothing more than to wrap that girl in his arms that instant.

“You don’t scare me, Malachai Parker,” she stands, her body alarmingly close to his.

Nobody ever called him by his full name, this was new.

“You’re not as twisted as me,” he denies. “I’m bad news, a psycho, or sociopath, if you will.”

He runs a hand through his chestnut locks, overwhelmed by the closeness of the girl.

“Stop trying to scare me,” she says. “You’re not like that.”

“And how would you know?”

“You’re not bad, you’re just…broken. I know that feeling.”

Her eyes reflect the golden sparkles around them, hair cascading across her perfect face. Her ability to care confused him.

Kai scoops down to the ground, touching the pile of ashes where the flower was moments ago. His eyes close as he uses his siphoned magic to revive the flower, and soon he’s plucked the rosy thing from the ground and is facing this girl again. She looks at the flower with admiration, the faintest of smiles on her little lips. Kai picks off the stem, and brushes back the girls hair affectionately, sliding the pink flower into the crook of her ear; it suits her wonderfully. Her cheeks blush noticeably, and she chews nervously at her lower lip. He can’t help but trail his fingers across her perfect skin, surprised that she didn’t pull away; nobody ever let Kai touch them. He liked that feeling a lot.

“Look at us,” he says, “two broken pieces.”

“Maybe two broken pieces make a whole one,” she laughs suddenly.

He loved that tinkling bell-like laugh so much, he wanted to hear it again and again.

“You know you’re like, really pretty,” Kai blurts without thinking.

She smiles a radiant smile up at him, “don’t tell me Malachai Parker is actually feeling,” she jokes.

He shoves her playfully, but grabs each of her arms afterwards so that she’ll stay close to him. When he pulls her back, her chest goes thudding against his, and she instantly resumes her nervous stance.

“Hey,” he says, his fingers crawling under her chin and lifting it up so their eyes meet. “You have too much power contain, and I don’t have any at all, maybe if we work together we could balance each other’s faults, you know?”

“Work together?” she blinks up at him. “Not, alone?”

He bends over her, the electric currents of her skin against his driving him crazy with longing. Her lips were so close, begging for his.

“Not alone,” he breathes.

anonymous asked:

I saw that post about when it's raining and it's time for 'weird witch stuff', and it got me thinking of what are some of the with stuff you can do in the rain?

Quite a number of things, Anon!  Of course, keep in mind that your local laws may vary on the legality of collecting rain water.  Always be cautious and look up your city and state laws regarding this.  Also, be careful about ingesting rain water unless you’re confident on how to properly filter and purify it.

Originally posted by marci1900

COLLECTING RAIN WATER

  • Rain collected during a gentle rain fall is said to inspire peace and serenity, and is useful in calming and tranquility spells.
  • Rain collected during a storm is said to carry the energy of the storm - powerful, ferocious, energetic.  Use storm water for empowering spells.
  • Add hot sauce, capsaicin or extremely hot crushed peppers (with caution) to storm water to get fire water, useful for warding and curses.
  • Rain collected during a wind storm, such as a hurricane or tornado, is said to help with letting go and moving forward.  That being said, collect with caution and never put yourself in danger to do so.
  • Rain or hail collected from a hail storm can be used for destructive purposes, for warding against and eliminating psychic attacks or creating them.
  • Collect water off of a gravestone to create spirit water, useful for spells involving spirits and ancestors. Caution: Preferably collect this from a friend or family member who was comfortable with your witchcraft, or a spirit who has agreed to this. Always return the favor with an offering.
  • Rain collected off of a flower tends to carry the trait of that flower.
  • Rain collected from a dirt ground can be used for grounding.
  • Rain collected from a crossroads can be used for choosing a direction.
  • Rain collected from a liminal space can be used for astral travel (crossing the hedge/venturing into the Other).
  • Rain collected during a full moon is purified water or empowered with the moonlight.
  • Rain collected on sabbats are useful for those sabbats’ intents (eg, Spring Equinox for fertility, May Day for sexuality, Midsummer for sun and fire, Samhain for ancestors and spirits, etc).
  • General rain water is used for cleansing.  Use it to cleanse yourself, your house, your jewelry, your stones (that aren’t water soluble) and more.

Originally posted by hipster-and-thoughts

UTILIZING RAIN AND STORMS

  • Rain and storms tend to evoke certain moods in us and are perfect for raising energy for spell work or ritual.  Just be cautious if you decide to venture outside, especially if lightning or severe weather is a risk.
  • Rain has great purifying and cleansing properties.  Consider cleansing tools that can’t be damaged by water in the rain, or step out in the rain to cleanse yourself.
  • Spells that involve letting go or cleansing are appropriate during this time.  Consider writing down negative thoughts with a watercolor pencil and set it out during a rain to watch it physically wash away.
  • For anyone who keeps plants, indoor or outdoor, rain is a great refresher.  Particularly for indoor plants, who cleanse our air and home, setting them out for a light rain shower can help cleanse them as well and suck the negativity out of their leaves.  Just be careful not to over-water indoor plants with rain water.

Originally posted by won-der-land89

CALLING UPON RAIN AND STORMS

  • Beliefs vary on weather magick.  Some witches and pagans believe you can use spells to alter your local weather and some don’t.  It’s up to you to make a decision on this belief.
  • Cast a flint stone or sand behind your back to the west to call forth rain (De Lamiis Libre, 1577)
  • Splash a besom end in fresh water from a live spring, lake, stream or river.  Then use the broom to either “stir the sky” or sprinkle water above your head.
  • Call upon rain by whistling to rustle wind while pouring water from a pitcher into a bowl.
  • Use an incense recipe to call upon rain.  Some might be available at your local store or you can use a mixture of bracken, fern and heather.
  • Fling water onto your hearth stone to call upon rain.


Off the top of my head, that’s everything I can think of.  Good luck to you, Anon!

04.07.17

A little something sweet for all of us while we wait for the big reveal. xo


When you woke up, the other side of the bed was empty.

Your eyes peeled open in a groggy fashion, and you lifted a fist to rub at your eye as you sat up in bed and looked over at the space where your boyfriend usually is. The two of you had fallen asleep comfortably, whispering sweet nothings to each other as your arms wrapped themselves around his broad frame and your nose nuzzled against the back of his neck. You had been absolutely exhausted since the day before, which is probably why you didn’t wake up when he stirred.

Once you woke up enough to think coherently, you immediately knew where he was.

You slipped on your bedrobe and pattered out into the living room, your hair in a messy bun and eyes still puffy from sleep. You were still a bit tired, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep without your boyfriend and you wanted to make sure that he was okay.

Tomorrow was going to be a big day.

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witches’ new moon ritual

The new moon is a time for spells involving change, reinvention, and beginnings; the perfect time to wipe the slate clean. This ritual is to be done on the night of a new moon, to rid yourself of last month’s negativity and inspire inner growth. You will need:

- A fire-safe container and matches

- Paper and ink (preferably purple or blue)

- Dried or dead pine needles (new beginnings, growth, cleansing)

- Dried skullcap (meditation, relaxation)

- Dried catnip (beauty, happiness, protection)

1. On the night of the new moon, sit comfortably in a space where you can see the night sky. Take the paper and pen and write a letter to the new moon; list the things you want to leave behind you and ways you want to grow in the weeks ahead. Write these things affectionately to the moon, as she will be the one who grants these wishes for you.

2. Fold the letter and place it in the container. Sprinkle pine needles atop it, followed by the skullcap and catnip. Address the moon boldly:

“O beautiful moon on your darkest eve, please take these magic herbs I leave,

Please rid me of what does me harm, for those things I will never grieve.”

3. Light the mixture on fire and let it burn thoroughly. Understand that burning your wishes will send them into the spirit realm and allow the moon’s energy to manifest them.

4. Leave the ashes overnight under the night sky; in the morning, sprinkle the ashes outside your house.

The Summer Fling (Chapter 7) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “East Hampton Main Beach”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: It is such a bitch to keep his exact schedule in terms of public appearances straight, but this is supposed to be July 18th and 19th. Cool.

Gif Credit: @dylobrians

Summary: Dylan and Y/n spend the day together before he flies off to the West Coast for ComicCon and American Assassin press.

Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight

Dylan swam towards where you were treading water, as the waves tried to move over you and towards the beach. “Not tall enough to stand?” He smirked, licking his lips and tasting salty seawater.

“Yea, maybe I should just head back in.” You teased with a scowling grin, turning your body towards the shore and preparing to swim away from him.

“Or you could just come here.” Dylan grabbed your wrist and pulled you through the water towards him.

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hands —  s.h.

wc: 1.5k

summary: having a hand to hold might be the best thing on the planet

a/n: i’m a sucker for hand holding + the best friends to lovers trope so here’s this


It’s winter when he first holds your hand. There’s a bitter wind outside and it lifts your hair in spirals and nips at your nose. White sparkles of snow are falling around you, collecting on your eyelashes and melting when you blink. Your hands are deep in your coat pockets as you walk next to your best friend, cursing yourself for not bringing along gloves. Sam hadn’t either from what you could tell, but then again he didn’t really need them. His hands were always warm in comparison to yours.

A shiver runs down your spine as the wind picks up, carrying snowflakes with it. Your lips part slightly and your breath comes out in misty white puffs. The corner cafe just down the street seems miles away in this weather, and you do your best to bring your coat further up your neck to conceal it from the cold.

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Fred Weasley; spontaneous weasley.

Originally posted by moeezaslam

“Roman Holiday” ~ Halsey


Disclaimer: Most lyrics in italics.


Warning(s): Smut, some cussing, recklessness, angst, beware of sadness!



You and the Weasley Twins had just graduated from Hogwarts. The two mischievous red heads were sending off a firework of their departure. Once you saw the bright, red-orange firework explode you beamed. They sprinkled the night sky so brightly. You saw Fred, and smiled at him. The three of you were best friends, you’d usually scorn the two for their mischief being the one to keep them under control.


Fred looked at you and winked. You blushed uncontrollably, George laughed at Fred.


“What’s so funny George?” Fred asked. “How she blushes uncontrollably when you look at her? She always clenches her legs together when you two talk. Come on Fred and just shag already.” George smirked at his twin, who was flustered. “How are you so sure that she likes me?” Fred questioned George. “Bloody hell Fred you’re the most dumbfounded person I know and that’s saying a lot.” George shakes his head.


You looked at the talking Twins curious of their conversation. You left the area, heading to your dorm to pack all your items. You grabbed one of your own books and went in the Common Room to find out a party had been started. You sighed, and dropped off your book. You were about to stay there till one of your friends called your name out.


“Y/N!” Corey called out.


“What Corey?” You huffed. “Fred Weasley wants to talk to you.” Corey breathed. “Oh OK, I’m coming.” You walked out fixing your clothing and hair. You bumped into someone, “Huff! Oh my I’m so sorry!” You then looked up to see Fred grinning at you. You sheepishly smiled, “It’s OK, twinkie.” Fred called you by his nickname for you. “I’ve already told you many times that I hate that nickname.” You pouted. “Anyway why did you want me for?” You interrogate.


“I’ve wanted to know if after we leave Hogwarts. If you want to come with me and George to the Muggle world?” Fred asked. “Sure! That’d be lovely Fred.” You smiled. “Can’t wait to be out of Hogwarts. Yet I’ll still miss my home from home.” You beamed.


“Life is so spontaneous. Don’t you think Fred?” You asked him. “Sure is.” Fred muttered. “I can’t wait to be living an adult life, odd I know, but I feel like I’m ready. Ready to be a Ministry worker. Reader to find my love life. Have a kid or two, but the first thing I’m gonna do is have a nice cup of tea and read a Shakespeare novel.” You giggled. Fred laughed and sighed, “I’m ready for that too, sadly this war that’s going on is something that I want out of this world.”


“Me too. Life can be so spontaneous, Weasley, too spontaneous it’s horrifying. You never know what happens.” You shivered. “Well thank you for the offer.” You turned around starting to walk back to your dorm. “Wait Y/N!” Fred shouted over the booming of music and screams. “Yes, Fredrick.” You quirked. “I’m gonna pick you up late and bring an extra pair of clothes and some pajamas.” Fred said. “OK.” You chuckled.




You made it home. Where your mom and Dad greeted you with hugs.


“I’m glad your back.” Your mom cried. “I’m happy to see you two.” You hugged your mom and Dad. “I know that you will be with us for a long time to come. And you will have the opportunity to visit us as much as you want. Also since you graduated, your father and I decided to let you go out into the city with a friend.” Your mom told you. “Are you serious?” You coughed. “Yes. Just contact us every chance you get to make sure you’re safe.” Your Dad smiled. “Thank you so much.” You embraced them both again.


You went to make a cup of tea and grabbed a Shakespeare’s classic. Just as you were about to sip on a cup of tea late night, an owl flew in.


“Hello.” You chirped at the owl. You grabbed the letter and opened it.


‘Come outside.’


- F.W.’


You went outside and saw Fred in a used light blue truck. You quickly went inside and grabbed all the stuff Fred told you to get. You went into your parents’ bedroom. You grabbed a tiny, pink bottle of perfume, spraying the rose scented mixture in your neck.


You went out and greeted Fred, without George. You wondered for a moment.


“Where the bloody hell is George?” You look around for him. “He’s gotten sick.” Fred smiled sheepishly. “Oh well I hope he gets better.” You entered the car in relization. “So where are we going Fredrick?” You bit your tongue. “Where going to explore the city late night!” Fred cheered.


Do you remember the taste of my lips
That night I stole a bit of my mother’s perfume?
‘Cause I remember when my father put his fist
Through the wall that separated the dining room
And I remember the fear in your eyes
The very first time we snuck into the city pool
Late December with my heart in my chest and the clouds of my breath
Didn’t know where we were running to
But don’t look back


The windows were rolled down. Your heart thumping, you were with Fred Weasley, he looked at you and smiled. You were afraid at the same time, like what if this was a sick prank to try to reveal your feelings to Fred. You gulped, the lights flashing on your face. You’ve never really explored outside of your home. That’s why you joined the Twins, they’ve always been up to something and you joined at times. Discovering more of the Wizarding world made you have ambition to know more.


“Y/N, I’ve got to tell you something.” Fred sighed. You looked at him, “What is it Fred?” You whimpered. You were afraid of what he might say. Even though Fred is sweet as a tangerine, he frightened you, not only you thought life is spontaneous. You thought Fred was too, he is like a boggart that comes out and surprises you with your greatest fear well he could if he’d known. Fred parked in front of a motel that seemed properly groomed and nicely fixed.


“I like you. I’ve liked you since the first time we’ve met. I’ve never really had the nerve to tell you for six years. Life is truly spontaneous in a good way, I mean I’ve finally told you out of the blue that I like you Y/N.” Fred became quiet once you intertwined your hand with his. “I like you too Fred. I know that I’m the most obvious really. I blush as bright as your ginger hair. Thank you for telling me Fred.” You pecked his lips, you pulled away for a second staring into his eyes.


Fred dove right back in pushing his lips against yours. You unbuckled your seatbelt, climbing over onto his lap. Rubbing your hips forward to give friction between the two of you. “Well aren’t you surprising as well?” Fred bit your neck. The belt that Fred still had on bothered you immensely. As you were about to unbuckle the seatbelt Fred opened the door, pushed you out, and unbuckled his own belt.


Fred then kissed you again, opening the door to the back of the back of the vehicle. He put you in there his legs in between your hips grinding himself into you. “Oh god.” You moaned. “I can feel you beneath my panties.” You smirked. You were only wearing a long sleeve maroon shirt with a black skirt. Fred tugged of your shirt, his fingers tracing your stomach. You were about to pull your skirt off before Fred pulled your hand away. “I want you to look like an innocent school girl sweetie.” Fred said, grabbing a tie and putting it on you.


Fred began taking off all of his clothing. Only leaving himself in boxers. Your hands went everywhere on his body, his abs which were slightly visible, his soft face which you laid kisses on, and his biceps which you clung onto.


Could you imagine the taste of your lips
If we never tried to kiss on the drive to Queens?
‘Cause I imagine the weight of your ribs If you lied between my hips in the backseat
And I imagine the tears in your eyes
The very first night I’ll sleep without you
And when it happens I’ll be miles away
And a few months late
Didn’t know where I was running to
But I won’t look back


Fred took of your panties, while you took his boxers off. His member sprung out hitting your stomach. “Oh damn.” You moaned. You touched the beady red head, and rubbed it against your folds. You let Fred do what he wanted, you felt him rubbing himself against your entrance. Till he pushed his whole length in. Your breathe hitched, he was a pretty good length and width for you to receive pleasure by.


“Oh Fred it hurts.” You groaned. “I’m so sorry Y/N.” Fred began to pull out, until your legs pulled him back in. Making both of you moan. “No, don’t pull out. Stay inside me.” You begged for him. Fred sucked on your neck slowly, but roughly pounding into you. Your juices lubricating his manhood. “Your so tight. Fuck I can fuck you all day till you can’t walk straight for a week and your sweet little pussy is loosened.” Fred cooed.


“Yes, please do that.” You gasped. Fred’s hair stuck to his forehead, beads of sweat on yours. You were writhing under him your eyes rolling around. Your mouth opening whenever he thrusted into you.


Fred didn’t know what was really happening. He never thought that it would happen. He thought that it be a sweet kiss and perhaps a date, but you were already squirming underneath him as he pounded himself in your womanhood. Fred rubbed your clit to add more pleasure. You lolled your head around, “I’m almost there. Fuck me harder.” You scratch his back your nails digging into his skin surely to leave it red next morning.


Fred grunted loudly. Both of you heard the slapping of your skin against his. Fred seemed flustered his thrusting sloppy. “I’m gonna cum.” Fred groaned. “Me too.” You squinted your eyes shut. The pit of your stomach about to burst in pleasure like the fireworks Fred and his brother sent off at Hogwarts.


Then, you came your walls clenching on Fred’s member milking him. Fred came as followed letting his white ecstasy pump into you. Fred began to thrust slowly to end your highs, pulling himself out not really wanting to loose the feeling of you. His cum was leaking out on the car seat from your womanhood.


Fred picked you up and kissed you passionately. You grabbed a blanket you brought and wrapped it around you and him. You then drifted to sleep on top of him. Fred twirled his fingers through your hair, your head laid against his bare chest. Fred locked the car and fell asleep with you.



“Fred?” You mumbled. Your eyes fluttering open wide. “Yes, love.” Fred caressed your head. “Good morning.” You looked him, “That was amazing.” “I’d say the same.” Fred kissed the top of your head. You both grabbed your clothing and changed. You stretched outside of the car. “Gosh I smell like sex.” You blurted, Fred chuckled.


“Let’s go. I’ve ordered a room for us yesterday, but clearly that didn’t happen.” Fred joked. “Good because I smell like a good night.” You wink at Fred.


You showered and got ready, dressing in your favorite outfit. It consisted of a pair of high waisted denim skinny jeans with a tan lightweight coat and boots. Fred dressed in a white shirt with jeans. You looked at him and smiled. Is this what you both have become.


“Y/N?” Fred called out.


“Yes.” You said.


“I probably should’ve asked you this before we did you know what. Will you be my girlfriend?” Fred asked.


“Of course.” You gleamed.


“Fred, how did you get this room?” You interrogated. “A few Muggle friends helped me.” Fred slyly grinned. “I wonder who.” You sarcastically asked. Corey was a Muggle she was born from a wealthy family. Her, Fred, and George are best friends, so you concluded it must’ve been Corey.


“Maybe when we come back after our journey we’ll have an adventure?” Fred played with your hair. “Or maybe we’ll go back to my home to drop me off?” You smirked.


Close To The End Of Harry Potter’s Seventh Year


You and Fred laid down on the bed exhausted. “Amazing as always, love. But that position was crazy.” Fred laughed. “Almost two years Fred.” Your hand traced figures on his bare chest. “Just two more months.” Fred smiled. “Why is sex with you so exciting and ravishing?” You chuckled. “Because I’m Fred Weasley.” Fred replied.


“That reasoning is so invalid.” You rolled your eyes.


After three weeks, you felt unsettling symptoms. Your mother had told you that you were the most troubling pregnancy she’s had and ever heard of. During that time she told you of those symptoms and the common ones. You became nervous each time you had a symptom. You took a test and came back out of the restroom as a soon-to-be mother. It was all going swell for you. You had your career as a healer, Fred was always with you, and you were going to start a family. You decided to wait a little longer to tell Fred the great news, but that’s when a spontaneous tragedy struck.


A war on the loose and Fred wanting to battle. You joined Fred not willing to leave him alone.


“Love, I need you somewhere else. I’ll be sure to tell Ginny to get you once it’s over.” You obliged and went to help students and staff that had been injured. Your healer skills went to work, you seen young children all bloody and bruised it made your heart shatter.



Feet first, don’t fall
Or we’ll be running again
Keep close, stand tall


That’s when you heard an explosion. You looked up and ran outside quickly trying to find Fred. You sprinted to a big group of people realizing they were the Weasleys due to their red hair.


You heard their cries, “Fred!”


You shoved through and saw Ginny crying. You looked at Fred he was all broken. “Fred! Fred! Fred, please stay with me come on we have to get you to-,”


“It’s OK. I’m fine.” Fred muttered. “No, Fred. Please Fred you can’t leave me or your family. Not just your own, but ours too. Fred your gonna be a dad. Like you’ve always wanted.” Your eyes dropped tears, your hand clenching onto his. “Tell my baby I love him or her. You’re going to be a great mum Y/N. I believe in you. I love you and our family. You’re the brightest light I’ve ever had in my life. You loved me and all my mischief for years Y/N. I’ll never forget about my whole family especially you.” Fred smiled, his hand slowly rubbing your stomach as his eyes fluttered closed. His hand falling to his side. He lost grip on your hand.


“Fred.” You called for him. “Fred!” You wailed. George grabbed you and held you tightly. “Fred.” You whimpered. Everyone came into a group hug, their cries for their dearly beloved Fred loud rang through the battle.


All the joy and the glee just had to go away and only Lord knows why.



“How have you been?” Molly asked, putting vegetables in boiled water. You were chopping up more vegetables, you being out of focus kept cutting till you were about to cut a finger.


Molly grabbed your wrist before you sliced through your finger.


“Oh my, I’m sorry Molly. I’m out of focus. I was thinking that if I’d helped him-, h-he would’ve b-been here! But it’s all my fault!” You shouted, reaching for a knife. Molly grabbed your face, stopping you and then gave you a soft yet stern look.


“Y/N, you look at me. You are part of my family know. You are the person who filled Fred’s life with joy. Now, be a mother! You’re a strong, kind woman that is capable of so much. I need you to be strong for Fred, because despite him being not here. The bundle of joy is there is like a small version of the both of you and your love. Let me tell you that being a mother is the most splendid thing that ever happened to me, you’ll be blessed once that child is born. Be strong.” Molly held your face, tears running down onto her hands.


You coughed, choking on your own sobs, “OK.”


“Ginny!” Molly yelled.


“Yes, mum!” Ginny came down out to the kitchen.


“Take Y/N out to get fresh air, please Ginny.” Molly ordered Ginny.


“OK. Come on Y/N.” Ginny held your shaking hand and slowly lead you outside.


“Y/N I need you to be happy. Happy thoughts. This child needs with mum to be happy.” Ginny soothed your nerves.


“H-How?” You stuttered.


“Y/N, when Fred left you. He didn’t do it on purpose nor to blame you. He did that to none of us.” Ginny and you were outside. “Y/N, when I met you when you greeted me at the Gryffindor table we had a connection. I trusted you with all my life and I always told you what was happening, I never told anyone but you before hand when I was dating Dean. You are a part of our, this world.” Ginny hugged you.


“Fred is safe. He’s OK. I promise.” Ginny said and with that you went into another state of mind.


Fred never meant to hurt you’re feelings. You weren’t the one to blame. Perhaps you lost everything you’ve cared for, but that’s what you thought. Fred never did hurt you’re feelings never once in your relationship and even now that’s what you had to comprehend. You had to stay strong and live life for the life you’re meant to care for. You weren’t going to let anyone down. Not now or never. Maybe, just maybe life was leading you on a road you weren’t prepared for.


“Thank you Ginny.” You laid your head on her shoulder smiling.  


“No problem Y/N.” Ginny replied.


“Oh they look so much like Fred, don’t they mum.” Ginny cooed, Molly nodded. “You want to hold one of them.” You asked Ginny. “Oh, yes, please. I can’t believe I’m an aunt!” Ginny cried carrying one of the twins.


“What’s their names?” George questioned. “The little prince is Fred George Weasley. The little princess is Ginevra Molly Weasley.” You told George, he looked at you. “Thank you Y/N. Fred would’ve loved to be here to see his own children.” George’s eyes spilled a few tears. “He would’ve been the best father. But he is, in their heart and blood he is the best father.” You gripped his hand.


“You want to hold Fred?” You stared at George. “Sure.” He sniffed, you handed him Fred. “Just like Fred. He looks so bloody much like him.” George laughed. Molly and Arthur were filled with joy to be grandparents. “Who are the godparents?” Arthur asked.


“Fred’s godparents are my friend Corey and Harry.” You said, Harry who just had entered after grabbing a quick drink smiled. “The more the merrier, huh?” Harry commented. Everyone chuckled at Harry’s statement. “And Ginny’s is Rubeus and Minerva.” You finished.


The children were passed around. A joyful aura filled the room. More visitors came to see the ginger twins. At last when it was late in the afternoon and the only person to be staying by your side were George and Ginny; someone came in.


“Y/N.” You and the rest looked up.


“Fred.” You smiled. “I’m not hallucinating?” You questioned yourself.


“No, you’re not. I can see him too.” Ginny flabbergasted.


“Oh and there is-, my children? I thought that we’d only have a child, but Twins! This is splendid.” Fred shouted. The Twins giggled loudly. “They recognize their own dad. What’s their names?” Fred smiled at his children.


“Fred and Ginevra.” You stammered.


“Fred and Ginevra, lovely names you choose Y/N.“ Fred told you. “After you and Ginny.” You responded to his comment. Fred grinned at you.


“Fred? How are you here?” George spoke up. “I’m a ghost. I came here after I heard Minerva speak the news of her being named godmother of my child. To be fair Hogwarts was getting quite boring as well.” Fred responded.


“We missed you.” Ginny blurted.


“I missed every one of you too.” Fred confessed.


“Fred.” You called him out.


“I want to you to be with our children as they grow up. If you want you can stay at our home.” You say.


Fred went up to you, “I’d love to.”


“You’re still my spontaneous Weasley. Aren’t you?” You grinned.


“Infinitely.”



It was a curse and a blessing for your life to be full of spontaneous events, your just hoping the afterlife will go with ease. And then you’ll have your spontaneous Weasley with you forever.



Spontaneous (adj.): happening naturally, without planning or encouragement.


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arranged marriage; jeon jungkook x reader

Originally posted by jeonify

description + foreword 

genre: fluff, romance, smut (not in this part, tho)

word count: 5.061;

a/n: this is going to have three or four parts; jimin x reader as well; has a few swear words, nothing violent; if you like it please let me know; lots of love and hugs;

DESCRIPTION:

Being forced into a marriage just because that kind of a link provided your family the exact amount of recourses needed for their business to become even more successful grossed the hell out of you, but you had to do it regardless of your liking and you knew that you had to do so since you were a little girl. Your father, a respectable and well-known doctor seated in the position of the CEO of his own hospital pushed you into an arranged marriage with the son of a wealthy politician due to his own greediness and enormous pride when you were only eighteen years old.

The scheme was pretty simple: you were promised to another family since you were just a teenager and when you hit the age of twenty-five, after you finished the medical college and got a job for yourself, you had to marry their son – because that was what your father desired, because your marriage could provide him political security and lots of money, coming from your father-in-law’s connections and influence.

When you found out about his plan, you provoked a ruckus within the first half of hour and exploded into an insane juncture of crying and screaming. You packed all of your things and ran away from home, only to be dragged back by his employees and to beg for forgiveness and ask for pity in less than three hours. If he wanted, your father could have made your life a living hell, and you were very much aware of his immense power and his complicated and damaged personality.

Liking it or not, you had to cope with the situation and you had to formally get married with an unknown guy about whom you knew only one thing, and that was his full name. Jeon Jungkook.

FOREWORD:

Keep reading

Bangtang Kisses: Jimin

Here you go anon! I hope you like it and that it was what you wanted!

Here are the links to some scenarios with Jin and Suga.

Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF my god. And smut :)

———-

Coffee mornings:

“Hot…” Jimin mumbled next to you, his nose scrunched and tongue out to relieve the sight burn of his taste buds.

“Careful,” you warned as you blew the steam seeping from your drink, wafting the soothing aroma of roasted coffee and hazelnut through the air. You raised the cup to your lips, taking a sip. The hot drink soothed your throat and warmed your body, releasing the tiny knots in your muscles, relaxing you. 

“Is it good?” he asked, and you nodded, taking another sip. 

“That’s good,” he hummed and leaned in to kiss you, his soft lips warming your body more than any cup of coffee ever could. 

———-

During a late night talk:

“Do you know what constellation that is?” he asked as you two sat on your rooftop deck, you between his legs, his arms cozily placed around you, gazing at the sprinkled night sky in front of you. 

“No…how would I know?’ you replied tugging his arms tighter around you. The slight breeze that hung in the air made you a bit chilly. 

“Really Jagi?” he teased and pressed his lips on the back of your head. “I can’t believe you don’t know!” 

“What is it then?” you turned your head to look at him, brows furrowed. 

“It’s a constellation of us,” he smiled, tracing his hands up and down your arm. 

“My God Park Jimin,” you laughed and slapped his hands away, causing him to laugh too. 

“What? You don’t like it?” he chuckled, wrapping his arms tighter around you, placing a small kiss on your forehead. “Because I like it…” he spoke, kissing your nose and making his way towards your lips. “…Y/n…” his voice sang, and his playful mood shifted: his eyes soft and breath warm against your lips. “I love you so much,” he whispered, kissing you gently, slowly and sweetly.

———-

After a shower:

“What Jagi?” he looked at you, puzzled as he dried his hair. 

“…Nothing,” you said, turning your eyes back onto your phone, trying to distract yourself from the water droplets running down his exposed chest, abs and towards his v-line. 

“Okay,” he laughed and turned around, rummaging through the drawer for something to wear and you silently cursed at the sight before you. His toned back glistened and strong arms slightly flexed as he pulled out the drawers. 

“Are you sure you don’t need anything?” He turned back to look at you and you quickly tried to distract yourself again. 

“M-hm,” you muttered. You knew he was tired, the bags under his eyes practically begged for sleep, but your mind and needy body couldn’t help but feel excited at the way your boyfriend looked. 

“Really…?” he asked and you felt a dip at the end of the bed. “Because I’m pretty sure I can help you with whatever problem you’re having,” he kneeled before you, smirking as he ran his hands up your legs. You pressed your thighs harder together-he certainly wasn’t making it easy for you to relax. 

“C’mon jagi,” he cooed, licking his lips and pried your thighs apart. You were still fully clothed in shorts and a t-shirt, but you felt naked in his hungry eyes. He placed himself between your open legs, pressing his toned body against yours and you rocked your hips to the hot sensation. His hands wandered up your shirt, lifting it over you but still covering your eyes and slightly pinning your hands above your head. “Don’t move your hands, jagi,” he ordered, kissing up your neck, sucking at your skin, making his way along your jawline and stopping at your lips. “I think your eyes have been naughty enough today.  

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Tony has never seen snow. It hadn’t occurred to the Rogers but then, snow was so normal for them, their winters long and cold and dark. They hadn’t thought about the fact that most of the Stark kingdom had been warm all year long, even their winters short and mild. So when Tony jumps up from the table at breakfast and rushes to one of the windows and puts his hands on it, staring outside in awe, they really shouldn’t have been surprised. “What’s that?” “What’s what,” Steve repeats stupidly as he and Bucky come up behind him to see what he’s looking at. Tony points at a falling snowflake, finger following it, then points at the pile of snow on the windowsill. “This!” Steve and Bucky glance at each other in surprise before smiling, amused and enamored. Their omega has never seen snow.

They suggest going out in it and then have to frantically chase Tony down because he’s so excited he wants to go out now but they know he absolutely cannot go out in his silk clothes. “Come on,” they sigh, leading him back up to his room. Tony frets because he can’t have his alphas in his room alone, even if they are going to be married, because something untoward could happen! Steve drags Clint and Happy in with them to help them dig through all of the clothes Tony had been provided for something that would actually keep him warm. There are a lot of them.

Tony wrinkles his nose as he looks in the mirror. He’d never much cared for the clothes of the Rogers kingdom and he looks kinda… dumb in these. He’s wearing like six layers of clothes. “I have to wear these outside?” he asks to be sure, turning to look at Happy and Clint sadly. They glance at each other in amusement. “Yeah, your highness,” Happy says. “You have to wear those.” Tony sighs miserably and then whines when Clint wraps a scarf around his neck. “This is too much!” “It’s probably not enough,” Happy argues.

Luckily, Steve and Bucky had gotten bundled up while Happy and Clint had helped dress Tony (Tony had been ready to put on one coat and run back out, the precious baby), so Tony doesn’t have to wait for them to get ready when he comes out of his room. He hustles as fast as he can in all his layers. “I’ve only read about snow in books! My mother said it snowed once when I was three but it melted as soon as it hit the ground. Your snow isn’t melting!” Steve and Bucky smile even if inwardly they’re groaning at the idea of having to clear the snow for a path to the stables. Tony is too enthused to complain about snow yet.

Tony pauses at the doorway, staring out at the snow with wide-eyes. Steve and Bucky watch him, still smiling, because he looks so amazed. Then Tony takes his first step into the snow and nearly drops on his ass because there was ice under it. “Agh!” Steve catches him, thank goodness, otherwise Tony would have a very poor opinion of the snow off the bat, and then he and Bucky each hold his hand so he doesn’t fall again. Tony toddles around, eyes flying everywhere, before he turns and looks behind him at their footprints. “Aw, we ruined it.” “Don’t worry,” Bucky says in amusement. “There’ll be plenty more to fix it.” “Oh,” Tony says, and then tips his head back to stare at the dark gray sky still sprinkling snow down. Bucky checks to make sure they’re okay before he trudges his way over to check on one of the wells. Steve looks at Bucky thoughtfully before grinning and leaning down to whisper, “Wanna learn something fun?” Tony turns to look up at him, eyes shining with curiosity as he whispers back, “Yes!” “Good. Okay, here, scoop up some snow—”

Bucky stands up from peering down the well just in time for something to smack against the back of his head. It takes a moment for the cold to break through the shock of being hit, but when he realizes he was just pelted with a snowball, he spins around, scowling. The scowl immediately fades when he sees Tony staring at him, mouth opened in an ‘o’ of surprise, arm still extended from throwing the snowball. Steve is laughing like an idiot, the proud jackass. Bucky smirks a little and begins gathering up his own ball of snow. It hits Steve right in his stupid mouth and Steve squawks in outrage as he brushes snow from his scarf.

Tony yelps and hurries out of range as Steve and Bucky beginning flinging snowballs at each other pell-mell, because he knows it would only be a matter of time before he got hit too, and it looks like they’re throwing their snowballs much harder than Tony did. Tony watches them and winces when one bursts over Bucky’s eye, then squeaks and covers his eyes when a snowball hits Steve directly in the nose. Oh dear. He hadn’t known this is what he’d be starting when he’d thrown that first snowball.

After watching a few minutes, though, he realizes that the anger is just for show. Steve and Bucky are yelling at each other but they’re smiling. Tony watches them a moment longer before he reaches down and gathers up enough snow for another snowball. He packs it like Steve showed him, makes it big enough that it won’t fly apart when he throws it. Steve squawks again when the snowball hits his cheek and he turns to look at Tony in betrayal. “I thought we were on the same team!” Tony covers his mouth to try and smother his giggles. It doesn’t really work. “I didn’t know there were teams! I’m sorry!” Steve and Bucky smile at him before Bucky lets out a roar and charges for him. Tony shrieks as Bucky wraps an arm around his waist, tugs him up off his feet and then—drops him into the snow on his back. He’s glad for the scarf now.

Tony squirms beneath him. “Eek! It’s cold!” “Hang on,” Bucky says, then flops down beside him. “Hey, swing your arms and legs. No,” he laughs when Tony blinks at him in confusion and then raises his arms. “Through the snow.  Like this.” Tony watches his arms and legs move back and forth in confusion before laying his head back down and following suit. “What are we doing?” “You’ll see in a second.” Steve walks over and reaches out to take their hands, pulling them up onto their feet with no effort. Tony fusses with his clothes, secretly glad that they forced him into so many layers now that he can feel the chill of melting snow dripping down the back of his neck from his hair. Bucky grabs his shoulders and physically turns him to look where they’d been lying.

Tony gasps softly. “It looks like angels!” “’s why we call ‘em ‘snow angels,’” Steve says, smiling. Tony tilts his head, frowning. “Bucky’s looks much better than mine.” “You just need practice,” Bucky says, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “And you’ll get plenty. It’s like this all winter.” Tony forgets to be embarrassed about the affection when he looks up at him in surprise. “All winter? It never melts? Ever?” Steve grimaces. “Ugh. Not until spring, no.” “Amazing,” Tony breathes, taking a look around the snow-covered grounds again. Then he sneezes so hard that it surprises him. “Welp. Time to get this pretty omega back inside,” Steve says, and he and Bucky each offer him an arm. Tony blushes as he takes them, because he doesn’t feel very pretty in all these clothes.

Tony rushes back to the breakfast table to excitedly tell Sarah what he’d seen. “Take off your coat,” Sarah orders gently when Tony pauses for a breath, and smiles when Tony begins trying to struggle out of it and chatter on at the same time. Steve and Bucky step over to take the back of his coat and help him out of it. Tony allows it, not noticing, and continues talking. Steve and Bucky help him pull off most of his layers without him pausing to take a breath. “—And I made a snow angel but it wasn’t very good—” “Have some cocoa, dear.” “—Okay—but Bucky says I just need practice and I’ll get to have plenty of it because you guys have snow all winter so maybe they’ll get better!” Tony pauses to take a breath and a sip of cocoa, then opens his mouth to keep talking. Then he looks back down at his mug in surprise. “Oh!”

“We’ll have to take you ice-skating next time,” Steve says, smiling, as he takes his own sip of cocoa. Tony looks up from taking a long gulp of cocoa, some whipped cream on his upper lip. “You do that? Really? You really skate on ice? And I can do it too?” Steve and Bucky share a fond look. “Yeah,” Steve answers. “We’ll have to get you some skates first, of course, but we’d love to teach you,” Bucky adds. Tony beams at them and they smile helplessly back at him. Tony is going to be such a good husband.

anonymous asked:

daddy todoroki with ice/fire twins! -maybe some angst?-

A/N: Yoko’s name is composed of “陽” (sun) and “子” (child) in reference to her flames that burn hot as the sun. Yuki’s name is written as “雪” (snow) in reference to her ice powers.


Todoroki leans back on the balcony of his mother’s large condo, watching his redheaded child. His oldest twin sits, crouched down with her knees drawn into her chest, as she plays with small firecrackers and sparklers that he had bought her. The sky is sprinkled with stars and a full moon illuminates the sky with a pale glow. Yoko holds a sparkler in her hands, lighting it with her Quirk. Everything is silence, save for the chirping of the crickets and the soft hissing of the sparkler. 

“Why does Grandma hate me so much?” Yoko asks.

Todoroki blinks, furrowing his brow, “Why would you say that, Yoko?”

His daughter shrugs, returning her attention to the sparklers. She picks up another and lights it with her finger. Todoroki can see the glossiness in his daughter’s eyes as the small sparks illuminate her face. Her blue eyes are focused in a sharp, trancelike state. It fizzles out.

“Yoko.”

His daughter looks up at him and the tears gathering in her eyes begin to roll down her cheeks. She isn’t hiccuping or screaming, just staring at her father, unable to stop the tears colluding her vision as she stares at him. Todoroki cups her face with his large hands, gently thumbing away the tears. He tries to smile at her, but how can he when he know his daughter is right.

“Grandma doesn’t look at me like she looks at Yuki-chan.”

Yoko pushes her father’s hands away and looks through the sliding glass door, staring at her grandmother and sister sitting on the couch, flipping through a photo album, as they smile at each other. Her grandmother runs her hands through Yuki’s pure, white hair before planting a kiss on her forehead. Yoko just stares, oddly silent for the fireball of life that she usually is.

“It’s ‘cause I look like Grandpa, isn’t it?”

“Yoko …”

“And my Quirk is like his. And I’m bad ‘cause of it so I can’t ever be good like Yuki-chan.”

Todoroki scoops his daughter into his arms. She stares at him, bringing up her small hand to cautiously touch the burn on the left side of his face as tears start in her eyes again. The skin is uneven under the smooth pads of her fingertips. This is her half … her side of her father … the side her grandmother despises. It’s the only half she has. Todoroki covers Yoko’s hand with his own.

She’s only four. She shouldn’t have to deal with this intense self-loathing swirling around inside of her. She shouldn’t have to be ashamed of her fiery red locks or the intense flames that she creates. They are both a part of her. Both parts that her father loves so very much, and it kills him on the inside knowing that his daughter feels what he had once felt. He didn’t have anyone to save him when he was her age. For years, Todoroki wallowed in self-loathing and hatred. No one was there to save him, but he will be there to save her. 

“Yoko, I want you to listen to me,” Todoroki says, “Are you listening?”

“Yes, Papa.”

“Grandma doesn’t hate you. You aren’t your grandfather. You couldn’t be more different. You are you, my daughter, my Yoko, my sunshine. You may look like him, but it’s your Quirk and you decide what to do with it. And, trust me, you are nothing like him. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Papa.”

“If a man like him can be a hero, a good girl like you can be whatever she wants to be. I love you, Yoko. I love you so much, baby.”

“I love you too, Papa.”

Yoko wraps her arms around her father’s neck. Todoroki leans against the railing, holding his baby girl and rubbing her back as warm droplets trail down his skin. She clutches his shirt. He looks up at the night sky towards the full moon. 

No one saved him as a child, and, for years, he suffered because of it. Todoroki softly shushes his daughter sniffles as he gently bounces her. No body was there for him. No body was able to hold him. No body was able to tell him that he could be something greater, something more than the tool his father crafted. As long as he’s here, as long as there’s breath in his body, he will be the one to save and protect his baby, even if it is from herself. Todoroki kisses her messy red locks, and Yoko tightens her grip on her father like he is the only thing grounding her. 

Laying the Groundwork

A/N: SURPRISE: I wrote a new thing! So my brain was in dire need of producing something with a little more humour and a lot more romance than the other things I’ve been writing as of late. Alas, this steamy, fun little story happened. This is Part I of II or III. Hope you like it! 😊

A/N 2: I began to write this for the ss month prompt “Connected Feelings” but evidently I really missed the deadline.

Summary: Sasuke and Sakura are both ready for physical intimacy, but neither is willing to make a move until the other expresses where their feelings stand. The catch is that neither knows how to express where their feelings stand. SasuSaku. Blank period.

Genre: Romance / Humour

Rated: T (Teen) for sexual themes

Disclaimer: All characters belong to the great Masashi Kishimoto

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PART I

It was the first night Sasuke and Sakura agreed to share a bed.

And I know what you’re thinking: our vagabond heroes are winding up for a steamy, passionate night, aren’t they? I mean, finally, after months of mutual dependency and roaming foreign lands, prowling the wild like predators and becoming attuned to each others’ basic, primal needs, Sasuke and Sakura must be ready to put a physical seal on their ever-growing, soul-connecting emotional bond… right?

Well, not exactly.

It was a choice borne of logic, not passion, because the only single-person rooms available at the only inn in town were enormous and, frankly, irritatingly expensive (to borrow a word from Sasuke himself). “What’s there to see in this town that made them hike up the prices?” Sasuke mumbled into his travelling companion’s ear, while ignoring the clerk’s glare. She could hear everything he was saying.

He’s got a point, Sakura thought, because this little town, somewhere on the Northern boarders of Fire country, wasn’t even a spec on the maps. “We could just share,” she proposed while trying to keep her voice as nonchalant as one possibly could when suggesting something so obviously… suggestive.

Sasuke stared at her for a moment while a million thoughts crossed his mind. Could she… She doesn’t want to…?

He stopped himself mid-thought.

No, that wasn’t what this was about. Sakura was practical and resourceful and that was why she wanted to share a room (and that was why he liked her).

“One room,” he said to the clerk.

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[newsies modern day au]

summary: Y/N’s totally not in love with her best friend’s brother. Definitely not. (Okay, maybe a little.)

a/n: this is eh??? like idk i literally don’t actually have an opinion on this. hope y’all enjoy, though. tomorrow’s inktober will be posted earlier bc i’ll have people at my house later in the day, so look out for that :)

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Y/N was sat at her friend Sofia’s kitchen table as they worked on ideas for decorating the school for gym for the Fall Ball, as they were co presidents of the committee. Occasionally, they would get distracted talking about Halloween costumes or where they could go shopping for dresses for the dance, but they had papers upon papers laid out on the table with sketches, budgets, and lists of items and ideas.

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