the band of the red hand

When the signs are the happiest

Check Sun, Moon & Venus

Aries is happiest when they are able to do exciting things, & probably fight a lil
Bonus: they’re super cute when they’re happy ‘cause they get all flushed and when you say it they’ll be embarrassed & it’s adorable

Taurus is happiest when they’re trusted & can trust people, and when their financial (& material) status is good.
Bonus: buy them something expensive and you’ll get showered in love, the down side is they’ll get pouty every time you leave to go to the store & you can’t say no to their cutie pie face.

Gemini feels happiest when they’re talking to someone they like or express themselves artistically or spiritually.
Bonus: Geminis love when you remember lil things about them like what they like in their coffee or how late they go to sleep, they’re detailed and get shiny eyes when you remember/mention small things you like about them.

Cancer feels happiest when they’re nurturing/caring for others and being taken care of and when their home life is doing good.
Bonus: meet their parents and notice how they’ll sit there studying your face for five minutes as you smile softly at their fathers comment. They’re memorisers.

Leo is happiest when they feel confident about themselves and make others feel good by being generous (both spiritually and in material).
Bonus: when they give you something they’ll get fidgety because they genuinely hope you love it. So even if you don’t like it, act like you do because c'mon man they probably spend like 6 hours in the store looking for the perfect gift.

Virgo feels happiest when they’re overcoming their self criticism & able to analyse others.
Bonus: they’ll want to see every inch of you, everything. No matter what, they’ll remember you and all your little details.

Libra feels happiest when loved and in love, also when they have good relationship.
Bonus: the type to send sweet paragraphs for you to wake up to & send boxes of chocolate to your house when ur sick and even though they make you puke it’s worth it because they bought them.

Scorpio feels happiest when being able to be sarcastic/witty with someone while still being able to have deep ass talks with them.
Bonus: will talk about how the stars fell down in your eyes and rest in the spectrum of the rim of your *insert your aesthetic eye colour* hued eyes. Will take you on long walks and give you roses for anniversaries, the perfect definition of completely tied down to one person.

Sagittarius is happiest when their freedom is respected and they’re able to talk deeply with someone.
Bonus: they’re the type of people to wear bright red lipstick and indie band merch & go to ComicCon ‘cause they’re lowkey geeks. They’ll squeeze your hand when you hold theirs and dance with you in the rain, will later complain about pneumonia & make you take care of them.

Capricorn feels happiest when they’re respected, have a good career and good self discipline.
Bonus: they’ll stroke ur skin like it’s gold & call you soft, they’ll kiss your eyelids and they’ll turn off your alarm for work because they saw how tired you were last night. They’ll leave sticky pads all over the house with cute lil compliments and make you breakfast granola when sick (even if they hate it).

Aquarius is happiest when they’re able to be different and independent and everyone is equally as respected.
Bonus: talks about feminism with sparkling eyes and wants gender neutrality more than anything in the world, gives hugs from behind and kisses your neck ‘cause you’re their treasure.

Pisces is happiest when they’re being cuddled tbh, when they have someone to be with and are respected. When they have their dreaming space and aren’t judged.
Bonus: they don’t see your flaws as flaws but rather as cracks of pure gold in a lovely vase, they’ll hug you really tight and tell you how lovely you are. Loves late night talks & music. Kind of an over thinker but wouldn’t want you to get hurt, ever.

aries: cigarettes, electricity, bruised knuckles, graffiti, bonfires, thunderstorms, leather jackets, red neon signs, hurricanes, ripped jeans, fingerless gloves, pop punk, street lamps

taurus: dark chocolate, green hair, chokers, thick thighs, sarcasm, smell of money, burlesque, dream catchers, greek sculptures, pitbulls with flowers, shopping carts, doge, grey hoodies, netflix and chill, coca cola, skype calls

gemini: paradoxes, converse, blue hair, band t-shirts, electric guitars, cigarette packs filled with flowers, polaroid pictures, domino, denim jackets, patches, dictionaries, vodka, lana del rey, vinyl records, flannels, wikipedia, 3 am conversations

cancer: teeth gap, moon phases, pools, hickeys, round noses, constellations, retro sweaters, bangs, ocean waves, stickers on laptops, black coffee, blanket forts, golden retriever puppies, playlists, couple outfits, soulmates

leo: warm hands, kadapul flower, lip kits, dubai, sun kissed skin, kylie jenner, glitter, adidas, crowns, sunrise, laughter, upbeat songs, beach, gold jewels, palm trees, bubble tea, positive notes, hot chocolate, loud music

virgo: messy hair, melancholy, school notes, you tried star, mountain paths, question marks, books, barn owls, raindrops on windows, jack daniels, stamp collections, steampunk, saluki, skateboards, honey, latin words, albinism, bukowski, stracciatella

libra: new beginnings, heart shaped glasses, perfumes, french accent, flower gardens, bubblegum, sunflowers, big hats, pop art, heart and peace symbols, superhero t-shirts, citrus lemonade, ginger hair, blurry selfies, rain boots

scorpio: clowns and fools, snake bites, tarot, red lipstick, wolves, guns, cat eyes, knee socks, marilyn manson, vampire teeth, roses, hidden daggers, heels, stained glass, black mouth masks, hamlet, blood stains, lace underwear, tarantula, joker card, pale skin, candles, lap dances, gerard way, smirk

sagittarius: motorcycles, color palettes, world maps, roller coasters, road trips, van gogh, flying balloons, globes, mist, hello kitty band-aids, paper clips, bees, night city, the hippie van, tattoos, philosophy, leather boots, dandelion, closed eyes, street performers

capricorn: bruises, polycephaly, red wine, expensive suits, leather sofas, black clothes, money suitcases, bony hands, iphone, factory clouds, succulents, dobermans, moths, bleeding knees, levi’s undercut, comic books, dog teeth

aquarius: kaiju, metro, dark circles under eyes, glitches, neon car underglow, maelstroms, ufo, bermuda triangle, third eye, amusement parks, ghostbusters, absinthe, anonymous mask, circles in corn fields, illuminati, marianas trench

pisces: lsd papers, dreamy eyes, cotton candy skies, sasha grey, ballads, forget me nots, smudged make up, alice in wonderland, mermaids, bath bombs, stardust, flower power, wisps, heavy guitar riffs, paper airplanes     

I’ve compiled a list of bughead fanfiction I’ve really liked for everyone in the bughead fam! don’t worry if your fic isn’t on here! this is a pretty small list(i read a lot) and i’ll probably make a p2, hope you enjoy xox. 

  • all in english.
  • most of the fics are on ao3 and some on tumblr. 
  • non completed fics will have *.  

smut 

  • you taste like strawberries by aplaceformyshipstoanchor -  Betty gets a job waitressing at Pop’s Diner and Jughead has no problem watching her work. When a situation at work gets sticky, Jughead has no problem helping Betty clean up. 
  • goldilocks by lusterrdust -  Her hair just does something to him.
  • touch me, tease me by lusterrdust -  Jughead is enamored with her, her blonde hair spilling over them like a lustrous curtain and enhancing the sounds of their breathing. He wants to declare his eternal love. He wants to pour out sonnets and ballads and write novels about every freckle on her skin, every blue shade in her eye. He wants to trace his fingers over every inch of her body until there’s no part he hasn’t memorized.
  • friends with benefits by heytherejones * 
  • third time’s the charm by septemberbeauty13 - “Oh God, get a room!” Cheryl said in passing, pushing past them to get to her locker. That was enough to push Betty into a fit of giggles, burying her head into Jughead’s chest. “You know,” Jughead whispered. “I don’t normally take advice from redheads but this is sound advice.”or Jughead and Betty try very hard to get a room. 
  • resplendent by lusterrdust - A bright light all her own, his shadows are drenched in her radiance. 
  • three words by lusterrdust - Betty is an addiction Jughead never wants to be rid of. 
  • stars by lusterrdust - Despite the gritty, gravelly exterior he presents to the world, Jughead is the epitome of sweet toward her. He’s tender and considerate and just the right amount of reticent to be endearing. And though she loves that about him, Betty’s not in the mood for slow and sweet. 
  • in distance by lusterrdust -  It’s the little things he notices that make him ache for her to come back home. 
  • camp stories by jugandbettsdetectiveagency -  Betty and Jughead end up sharing a tent when the core four go camping. 
  • close calls and getting caught by wordsonpages1 - four times Betty and Jug didn’t get caught doing inappropriate *things* and then the one time they did. 
  • up close and personal (part 1, part 2) by wordsonpages1 
  • they suck at being quiet by heytherejones

angst 

  • fall in light by sylwrites - She moved to New York to find herself, but as the saying goes: wherever you go, there you are. 
  • hotdog by burgerheadjones - “Easy, Hotdog! He’s family.” How Hotdog becomes Betty and Jughead’s family in every sense. Or, where we trace the life of Hotdog with Bughead.
  • the stacks by malmo722 * - After a senior prank goes wrong, River Vixen Betty Cooper is forced to complete community service at the Riverdale Public Library with high school outcast, Jughead Jones. Romance ensues. 
  • the unexpected by spxcewvlker - "She loved that she had found peace in his arms, and comfort in his glittering blue eyes. She loved him.“ In which Jughead helps Betty with her anxiety. 
  • beanie boy by bugheadandjughead * -  “You were lonely, homeless, broken. I just gave you a place to stay.” Beanie Boy Jughead and Good Girl Betty are in it together… until romantic feelings for each other bloom between them.
  • self conclusion by nopleasestayhere - Betty Cooper is sitting at the edge of a cliff, thinking about jumping, when Jughead Jones comes to do the same thing. Betty tries to talk him down. He gives her 48 hours to change his mind. Can they help each other? 
  • drown by lusterrdust - Loss… injustice…unfairness… it’s the ugly truth of life. There doesn’t have to be a reason or a person to blame. Sometimes, misfortune just is. 
  • i’ll wait for you by AGirlNamedWhiskey * - Betty Cooper just wanted to survive her Senior year, but after being coerced into covering an underground racing competition, against a rival school, she knew her life would never be the same. Especially, when she meets the infamous street racer, Jughead Jones. 
  • space and time by agirlnamedwhiskey * - After their abrupt breakup, Jughead Jones is on a mission to win back Betty Cooper. 
  • living with betty cooper by believe_that_you_can_my_friend  - Jughead Jones, facing the reality of having nowhere to stay anymore after the Drive-In gets shut down, finds temporary shelter at the Blue & Gold office. But what happens when an upset Betty Cooper catches him on the act? 
  • red sunrise by lusterrdust -  Lifting her hand up, her thumb twirls the band on her ring finger until the diamond digs into her pinky. She pushes the jewel against the skin until it stings, redirecting her emotional pain into the physical.

fluff 

  • once upon a coffee shop by javajunkie * -  Betty works at a coffee shop where Jughead is a regular customer. 
  • your eyes look like coming home by ariquitecontrary - Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones who have both seen the world in color since they met each other when they were two years old. Everyone always says that they’re so lucky to have met when they were so young, that they have their whole lives to be together and in love. There’s just one teeny tiny problem. Betty and Jughead hate each other. 
  • foldin’ clothes by birdlovesafish -  Jughead contemplates he and Betty’s situation and he does laundry. 
  • it happened one starry night by one_starry_night 
  • skin to skin by burgerheadjones * - Jughead Jones doesn’t know how the crimson crescents ended up on his palms.Betty Cooper is clueless when it comes to the messages on her arms.Soulmate AU where all the little marks and injuries belonging to Betty and Jughead start finding themselves on each other’s skin. 
  • drop in the ocean by lusterrdust - She can feel the tickle and scrape of coarse sand against their bare legs, but pays it no mind. Her focus is consumed with her boyfriend’s touch and the trail of heat his fingers leave against her skin. 
  • the exception to the rule by ShirlyGallagher 
  • do you believe in fate? by Jennimisk * - Is there such a thing as a coincidence? Or do we create our own reality because of the choices we make and the people that we let into our lives? Regardless of what you believe, sometimes you just need to be open to what the universe is throwing your way.This is a non-canon AU work based on Jughead and Betty during their college years. They have no prior relationship before meeting in Rome, Italy. 
  • dry run by Naoko Asakura - She drew a line and offered to let him cross it. 
  • lost and found by lusterrdust - Maybe as a seventeen-year-old, sneaking kisses with the blonde he’d been in love with at the time—maybe he’d had a thought or two of her as a mother; a boy’s fantasy of the blissful domesticity he never had. 
  • red lipstick by lusterrdust -  She pulls the passenger mirror down and wipes her red lipstick off, smudging the color across her skin and marking it in a way that reminds Jughead of bee stung lips after a kiss. 
  • to the first of many by jugandbettsdetectiveagency - Betty’s first Mother’s Day begins with a not-so-welcome wake up from Hot Dog. 
  • first apartment by peacelovebughead - A short series of one-shots of Bughead in their first apartment

series

  • break free and run by sylwrites - A Bughead college AU set in Boston; featuring Veronica and Betty as roommates, and Jughead living off campus with his dad. 
  • fall in light by sylwrites * 
  • like home by lusterrdust * 
  • bizarre love triangle by ficmuse * - When Jughead stumbles upon the yearbook from the Class of 1991, secrets are revealed that will forever alter how the teens of Riverdale view their parents.

The fact that this band exists is so meaningful in itself. 

There is a boy on the drums with anxiety. He uses every drumbeat to drive away the demons in his head. He plays with ferocity yet to be rivaled by any other drummer. He’s got morning colored hair, and river shaped eyes. He is strong, and he plays the drums, and he cares for us.

There is a boy on the right side of the stage. This boy has depression. He’s got wide-open eyes, and blue thoughts that bleed into the air. He fights the monsters with this microphone that amplifies the lyrics large enough to intimidate the creatures. Like shadows on a wall, it makes them afraid. He wants us to be happy, he wants us to be alive.

There is this band. It is not confused, but it is confusing. Not everyone understands it, but that is okay. There is emotion in this band that is not afraid to hide. There is dreams that we are not afraid to dream. There is times in which this band plays, and there is red confetti in the air that reminds us to not find the red confetti in our arms. And when the red rains down, it brings us to the blueness of it all.

There is the clique. The clique is broken people, the band’s people, family. The clique is blue. This group of people hold up their hands, and scream the lyrics to the sky. They sing with reckless abandon, and instead of the world watching and judging, the world is watching and being blown away. When we sing together, we make a sound so loud the entire media stops and stares.

This band exists. That is incredible.

This is some bath magick that you can tailor to you. Make sure you have the basic materials but becauss this magick is specifically made to make you feel better, change some herbs up or you know, whatever.

Do your thing.

Rowan’s, “Bathe Me the Fuck Better” Bath Spell

Originally posted by lakritzellaz

You Will Need:

  • As many candles as you want (I chose six, and had red, white and blue ones. Not because I am a mad patriot but because they’re associated with health, love (of self), and cleansing.)
  • Filter paper to make a lil’ bag out of (if you don’t have this to hand, you can chuck the stuff into the bath water as long as it’s safe to do so).
  • A small elastic (rubber) band to tie the bag off with.
  • A bath full of favourably temperatured water.
  • Rose petals.
  • Lavender buds.
  • Smoky Quartz, Clear Quartz, Rose Quartz (you can have some of those, all, or one).
  • Pink Himalayan Salt.

To make this easier, prep your bag before you run and intend on getting into, the bath.

  1. Open your filter paper and place the salt in the centre first - remember that you’re going to seal the bag with a rubber band, so leave room around the edges.
  2. Then add the rose petals and lavender buds into the centre of your little salt pile.
  3. Lastly, add your crystals and then seal the bag by pulling all of the edges upward towards each other, and tying the band tightly around the neck you should have.

Once your bath is run and you’re prepped, you

may

want to do this

optional step:

  1. To add an extra oomph, pass the baggy through the smoke of your favourite incense. Mine, in this case would be vanilla.

Final bit!

  1. Place your candles around the edge of your bathtub, and as you begin lighting them, repeat this phrase (you can do this aloud or in your head) until each candle is lit and flickering deliciously:

By the warmth of the flame, I am cleansed. By the crackling of the fire, I thrive once more. Et sic factum est, et semper erit.

Now place your bag into the water and climb in. Allow the troubles of the day to melt away as you soak amongst the flames.

Snake’s Snakes: A Guide

As someone who loves snakes, I really love Snake. Of course that also means I really love his snakes, and as someone who’s always been kind of a biology nerd, I thought to try my hand at classifying them. This was honestly really fun to do, and I hope some of you enjoy it!

…. says Keats.

Emily

Starting with my personal favorite, Emily is without a doubt a kingsnake, and if we want to go further she’s most likely a red milk snake. The distinctive pattern, bands of yellow and black on red, are actually a trademark of many kingsnake species. This clever disguise is used to mimic the venomous coral snake, keeping predators away.

Some fun kingsnake lore, these constrictors got their name because they hunt and consume other snakes when given the opportunity. They even hunt rattlesnakes, and have a high immunity to their venom.

Oscar

Next we have Oscar, who is most definitely a red-tailed green ratsnake. Don’t be fooled by the name, their tails are typically not red, but a light brown. Oscar was also very easy to identify, the tail and the cute blue tongue really gave it away.

Interestingly, this species is known for having quite the attitude when kept in captivity, which I find translates well into Oscar’s cheeky personality. These snakes are also exceptional hunters, waiting in treetops to strike birds in mid-flight.

Donne

My second favorite noodle, Donne, is a tiny little thing called a blind snake. At first I thought he might be a worm snake, but the length and lack of eyes made me reconsider (blind snakes have very small rudimentary eyes that are barely visible, especially from a distance). These little cuties are harmless, and indeed small enough to sit on the human ear, at only 8 cm long (they can grow up to 16 cm, but not usually).

Goethe

This dazzling noodle here is a corn snake, but not just a corn snake. Goethe is partially albino! If the striking fluorescent orange coloring and pretty pink eyes weren’t enough, he’s got a lovely pattern that certainly screams “creamsicle” to me.

Unlike Oscar, corn snakes make lovely pets with even temperaments, second only to ball pythons (though I guess I’m a little biased).  

Keats

Unlike Goethe, Keats is completely albino… which made pinpointing him a little difficult. It also doesn’t help that he has no patterning whatsoever. So, going by the shape of his face and his total size, I’d say Keats is most likely an albino gopher snake.

Wordsworth

This one was a little tricky, despite his pattern it was difficult to pinpoint what Wordsworth could possibly be. After mulling it over, I realized he’s a corn snake. Though the pattern might look a little different, it follows the same rule, and the head and pupil shape match.

A good rule of thumb, if the pupil is round and the head is small, it’s most likely a constrictor. Venomous snakes tend to have slit pupils and skinny necks (and big fat heads). This helps identifying to some degree.

Wilde

Wilde is a big ol’ snake most people know, a boa constrictor. As far as they go, he’s certainly tiny, but his face and body shape are near identical (the pear shaped head is pretty indicative of large constrictors).

Despite being fairly small for a boa, Wilde is still a hefty snake, and would probably weigh upwards of 20-27 kg. That’s a lot to hold on your shoulders! 

Webster

Unlike the rest of Snake’s snakes, Webster stands out in that he’s the only venomous one here. His pattern, bright yellow eyes, and slit pupils all indicate that he’s a copperhead. Another difference between venomous and non-venomous snakes, the fangs are only prominent in venomous snakes (non-venomous snakes don’t need to pump venom, so their teeth are smaller and hook-shaped). Despite being a pit viper, copperhead’s venom has a low potency, and the snake themselves are considered none aggressive.

Bronte

Despite searching through almost every arc and skimming through the ovas, the only panels I’ve found of Bronte were of absolutely no help… I can’t even fathom what he might be. He is… a mystery.

the black brothers: one too soft, the other too hardened.

regulus is nine when he first hears sirius fighting with their parents, railing against their tyranny and prejudice and cruelty. the shouting and smashing frighten him, chase him deep under his covers where he cries silent steady tears until sirius slips into his room hours later and coaxes regulus out of his cocoon, whispering soothing loving words of comfort and fierce apology.

regulus is eleven when he enters hogwarts, excited and wide-eyed at the enthusiastic crush of fellow students laughing and reuniting. after his mother warns him of mudbloods and father reminds him, toujours pur, sirius wrestles him into a headlock, dragging him into a compartment where there are three joking boys–gryffindors–who embrace and welcome regulus into their midst. when regulus sorts slytherin, he glances over at the sea of red and gold, but sirius looks away disappointed, mouth grim, eyes closed, to the beat of regulus’s sinking heart.

regulus is sixteen when he joins the death eaters, swears allegiance to a charismatic lord and band of idealistic brothers. they speak of purity, of justice, of oppression–all familiar cadences to pureblood son regulus–eliminating blood traitors and rewarding the worthy. he is swept up in visions of glory and familial pride, approving mothers and fathers and brothers.

regulus is eighteen when he stands on the edge of a precipice, hands shaking as he drinks and drinks and drinks, kreacher trembling by his side. there are regrets, so many regrets, and as he takes his last gasp, the horcrux safely stowed away, he can almost glimpse sirius smiling tenderly at him from a distant far-off shore, arms wide open and pride shining in his glance.

the black brothers: one too soft, the other too hardened. regulus and sirius, death eater and marauder, slytherin and gryffindor, blood faithful and blood traitor, weak and strong, strong and weak, soft and hard, hard and soft.

The player on center ice

A Check Please Soulmate AU


Yes, another one. This is a one-shot.

Warnings: time-travel. Don’t try to make sense of it, it’s just fluff.


Sometimes, your soulmate came back in time to give you a pep-talk. Not that you remembered who they were and what they said, but the feelings remained. 

This story is set during Bitty’s first year. 



Eric was about to quit hockey. He would quit hockey, then quit Samwell altogether, and go back to Georgia his tail between his legs and prove right every single person that said he wasn’t strong enough for such a manly sport.

Jack had chewed him out again- in front of everyone.


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Cosmere Gothic

You should read Mistborn by Brandon Sanderson, someone tells you. You pick up the first book. You quite like Kelsier.

Although Vin is badass, you wish there were more female characters. Just wait until Wax and Wayne, your friend tells you. You do not know what that means.

Your friend tells you to keep an eye out for a guy named Hoid. You do. You do not see what’s so notable about him, but you remember the name.

You progress to the second book. You miss Kelsier. Why is Elend so naive? You rant.

You are worried about Marsh.

You start the third book. You do not understand anything. Your friend keeps talking about shards. Shards of what, you ask? They do not answer. No one answers you. You are alone, with far too many questions and no answers, just like Marsh.

You root for Spook.

You are concerned about Spook.

“When I said I missed Kelsier, this isn’t what I wanted!” you cry out to the void.

Your friend tells you to pay attention to Demoux’s physical description. You do, and then you promptly forget it.

You are bothered when Vin flees Fadrex on a recon mission. You do not understand. You find no answers the further you read.

Just thirty more pages, you tell yourself. Your favorite characters can make it thirty more pages.

You cry.

“What’s wrong?” your friend asks when you call them sobbing.
“I finished Mistborn,” you say. “Oh,” they say, “I’m so sorry.”

Your friend tells you to read Warbreaker. You like the world of Mistborn. You don’t want to read a completely different series. You want more Mistborn.

Your friend smiles. You read Warbreaker.

You do not understand. Why is Hoid here?

It is time, your friend says ominously, for you to read Stormlight Archive.

You have many questions. Some of these are answered. Many are not, and you gain new questions. You fall in love with Jasnah Kholin.

You find the Coppermind. This does not clarify anything. The more answers you find the more questions you have.

Your friend laughs at your plight. You have no true friends anymore. Only an endless supply of questions.

You read Mistborn Era 2. You have very strong opinions about Wayne. You worship MeLaan as a true goddess in her own right. You are concerned about Sazed.

You finish Bands of Mourning. You scream into the void. I fell for it once already, you tell yourself, I will not fall for it again. Kelsier isn’t really back. Right?

Cackling, eyes brimming with the fires of inner madness, your friend hands you a duct-taped tome. On the cover, etched in faded silver ink that has seen the rise and fall of empires, you can just make out the words “Arcanum Unbounded.”

There are mysterious stains on many pages indicating that your friend either performed satanic blood rituals over the book or stayed up late reading it while eating spaghetti with red sauce. Either is likely, and you do not know which scares you more.

You stare numbly at the wall. School does not move you and neither does work.

You are scared. You are scared of what you do not understand, which is more than ever. You are scared of Kelsier. You are scared of the mysterious gray people (don’t bother with Elantris, your friend told you once). And most importantly you are scared of Hoid.

it’s hard, being single and feeling like it’ll last forever. but one day, you’re going to meet her, and there’s so much for you to look forward to when it happens.

you’re going to have your first kiss together. it could happen on your first date, when it goes so well neither of you want to leave and you linger and linger until you reluctantly part for the last train, and your goodbye is a kiss. it could happen after several months, when things get serious and you’re up at midnight with her, sitting outside under the moonlight and not noticing the cold at all with her at your side.

you’ll get to celebrate so many anniversaries. one month, one year, and beyond. think of all the times you’ll get to browse stores looking for the perfect gift. think of how good it will feel when you make her a gift on your own, a poem or a song or a vase full of handpicked flowers. that you can express your love with these physical representations will make it seem more real, more enduring.

you’ll get to know her body better than anyone. you’ll know how she sounds at the height of pleasure, but you’ll also know how she feels on a lazy morning when neither of you want to get out of bed, so you stay there cuddling until noon. you’ll know when she wants to hold hands, when she wants a second kiss, when she needs a massage, and you’ll be the one privileged to touch her.

maybe you’ll even propose to her one day. you’ll secretly borrow one of her rings to get the perfect size and choose something unconventional, maybe a shiny red gem against gold or a brightly colored band, something as unique as she is. or maybe she’ll propose to you, a surprise finale to what you think is a normal date, and you’ll be saying yes through happy tears before she even finishes the question.

she’s out there, and she wants to meet you as much as you want to meet her.

Daddy Drabbles #8

- Bucky gets first aid after a mission - Based off this

Bucky sighs a heavy sigh of relief when he sees his house approaching from the car window. He turns to Steve who is writing notes in his notebook as a post-mission ritual. He had ridden home with Bucky as a promise to you, to bring your husband back in one piece. The car stops in front of the house and they both thank the driver. With heavy tired steps they open the creaking gate to your house, the early morning sun beating down on their exhausted bodies as they walk to the door. Before they can reach the door you’re barrelling down the path straight into Bucky’s arms without a word. He catches you in his strong arms a soft groan involuntarily escaping his lips. “My ribs” he wheezes out. You instantly pull away as if you’d been burnt.

“Sorry, sorry” you pull away, in the eagerness to see your husband you had forgotten the potential for injuries. Bucky smiles through the pain as you survey him. “How bad?” it was almost ritualistic for you to ask after every mission.

“Three cracked ribs, stitches on my neck and thigh and a slight concussion, not to mention cuts and bruises just about everywhere” Bucky lists off his injuries and the worry clouds your face. “I’ll be right as rain tomorrow” Bucky says as he pulls you back to him with a cocky smile wanting to hold you in his arms. You often forgot your husband and his best friend had advanced healing and your worry was frivolous in most cases.

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Signs Aesthetics

aries: cigarettes, electricity, bruised knuckles, graffiti, bonfires, thunderstorms, leather jackets, red neon signs, hurricanes, ripped jeans, fingerless gloves, pop punk, street lamps

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Bruised Boyfriend- Steve Harrington

Summary/Request: Anon said: Steve Harrington request of being Dustin’s older sister and becoming close to Steve post season two and he comes to you to patch him up after a fight and after much prying, he finally he tells you it was because Billy was picking on Dustin again and Steve nows you would murder anyone who hurt Dustin because y'all are close. And you end up confess your feelings because Steve’s an idiot for getting into a fight but you appreciate how great he is with Dustin and just a great guy?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Swearing and mentions of physical fighting

Word Count: 1341

Never was it a surprise when the ever so handsome Steve Harrington would show up unannounced at your house. Ever since he and your younger brother Dustin became close, Steve was over rather often, most of the time without any previous planning. Not that you were one to complain about the sweet boy hanging around, in fact your attitude towards his random drop by’s was nothing but positive. But what was a surprise was Steve standing outside your front door with a busted lip and a bruising left eye. A wave of worry and concern had washed over your face quickly as he asked for your help to get him cleaned up. “Jesus Steve, what happened?!” You asked while you took his hand, leading him into the kitchen. “Oh you know, just clumsy me.” He said sarcastically, making your facial expression change from concern to fed up real quick. “I’m serious Steve. Your lip is twice its normal size, your eye is turning purple, and your poor knuckles are all scuffed up!” Standing up on your tippy toes you shuffled through the tall cabinet, gathering some first aid supplies before turning back to the wounded boy. “It’s nothing babe, don’t you worry your pretty little head about it.” He said with a slight groan as he propped himself up on the kitchen counter. “It sure doesn’t look like nothing.” You muttered under your breath while unpacking the bandages you had in your hands. Over the past few months not only did Steve become close to Dustin but he also became a lot closer with you. The more he was over at your place or lingering around Dustin, the more time you two spent together as well, the both of you inseparable. (Which only drove Dustin slightly crazy)

You soaked a cotton ball in some rubbing alcohol, looking up at Steve with a look of concern and caution. “This is going to sting.” You warn him, his eyes shutting softly before you began to dab the cotton ball over the small cut just above his eyebrow, the semi dried blood wiping off. Steve let out a soft groan, the alcohol stinging the fresh cut just like you had warned, his jaw clenched as he reached out to grip onto your hip. You felt your heart flutter in your chest from his more intimate touch, his fingertips pressing into your skin gently, never hard enough to actually hurt you. You finished cleaning him up in silence, cleaning all the cuts he had and wrapping his scuffed up knuckle; racking your mind as to what had happened to him while you put a final bandage over the slit above his eyebrow. Pulling yourself from his grasp at your waist, you reached into the freezer to grab a bag of frozen peas, place it over his bruising eye. “Thank you Y/N.” Steve murmured as you stood before him, your eyes narrowed and your arms folded over your chest in curiosity. “You can thank me by telling me what happened to you Steve.” A stern tone of voice slipping out from your lips, not even focusing on the fact that he still looked devilishly handsome with a purple eye and puffy lip. Steve sighed, hopping down from the countertop, watching him wince at the pain he felt when he lifted his hand to run it through his hair. Silence came again and you huffed, extremely fed up with his lack of explanation.

“Are you going to tell me or what Harrington? I’m going to ban you from this house and my brother if you don’t confess in the next five seconds!” You somewhat shout at him, anger evident in your voice and facial expression. “Okay! Alright….Jesus Y/N, don’t bite my head off.” He exhaled deeply, avoiding eye contact, running his finger over his wrapped up knuckles. “I was dropping off Dustin at arcade and ran into Billy…” He started, your angry demeanor staying the same after hearing that. Of course it was Billy, you should’ve known, no one else in this town ever had a reason to pick a fight with Steve. “God, that son of a bitch just thinks he’s such a hard ass doesn’t he!” You exclaimed, shaking your head. “What was he saying now? Or was he just so much of a prick you couldn’t resist taking a swing at him?” Probing more at the subject, Steve’s eyes widened slightly, going silent when you had asked more. “He was..” Steve paused, not sure if he should even continue knowing how you’d react to the rest of his statement. “What Steve? He was what?” He sighed, looking up at you, “He grabbed a hold of Dustin and started picking on him, called him the toothless wonder of the world.” It was as if a rubber band had snapped inside of you, your face turning a bright red, your blood practically boiling at this new information. “HE DID WHAT?” You roared, fisted clenched tightly as you paced around the kitchen, plotting Billy’s murder. “That fucking asshat! Laying his filthy, scumrat hands on my baby brother! Ugh god! I could, I-I could kill him!” Steve watched as you exploded with fury, he had never seen you like this before, your eyes glowing with rage and your mouth as dirty as a sailor. “I pulled him off of Dustin and told him to go inside before I decked the prick and he fought back, clearly.” Your head shot up at Steve, your gaze running over his poor beaten face, knowing that Billy had picked on Dustin and beat up Steve only sparked more resentment inside of you.

Pushing himself off of the counter he came towards you, grabbing your shoulders to stop your angry pacing. “You’re going to burn a hole in the floor if you keep walking with such anger in your steps, Y/N.” He said, trying to make you laugh but from your serious expression, it didn’t work. While his joke didn’t make you laugh, the tender touch from his hands did help you calm down a bit. “How can I not be angry Steve? That brainless sack of shit is picking on my brother and he beat up my boyfriend.” Once the word left your mouth your eyes widened and you turned to look at Steve. “S-sorry, I just, it just slipped out.” A blush forming on your already somewhat red cheeks. While you were busy chastising yourself and blushing at your unruly mouth, Steve was staring at you with a smile on his face. The two of you never made anything official, as far as the two of you were concerned, you were just really great friends, even if there was something more stirring between you both. “Hey, I know you’re mad but after the suckerpunch I nailed on to that bastard’s face, I don’t think he’ll try messing with Dustin again…No need to plot his death, your boyfriend took care of it.” When you had said the word you felt nothing but embarrassment for yourself, but when Steve had said it, with that goofy grin of his on his face, you felt a rupture of butterflies stir in your stomach. There was a small distance between you and Steve, his hands dropping from your shoulders to take a hold of yours. “You’re an idiot Steve Harrington, and while you may be an idiot you are also the most…amazing, handsomest, caring guy I have ever met. Thank you for looking out for Dustin, I know he really enjoys the bond you guys have.” Your words were spoken with a sudden change of tone, a softness laced in your voice. Steve gave you a half smile half smirk as you kissed his bruising knuckles, closing your eyes to savour the newfound intimacy.

“And if he ever, EVER fucks with Dustin or your pretty face again, I will end him.” Steve chuckled, shaking his head at you now, hands cupping your cheeks before his lips pressed against your own.

Author’s Note: Thank you for my very first request! I hope whoever requested this likes it as much as I liked writing it! Let me know what you guys think! Send in any requests if you have any. xx Lexie. 

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anonymous asked:

When You Need A Prompt: Planets think about love

MERCURY. Don’t worry if it feels like you
could go up in flames. To move inches
from the light is always a risk, but look
at that star, burning gold, reaching out
through chaos and silence to touch you.

VENUS. You don’t have to sing along with
everyone else’s orbital path. You are a
guiding glow in the dawn. Dance with
brightness and love will come running,
swifter than tides to shore and twice
as full, a thousand times more tender.

EARTH. Yes, love lives here. Say it again.
Love, the blackbird with a beak full of honeycomb. Love, the painting of a moon-
lit cathedral. Love, how his words paint
such a sweetness in you that you soar.
All of this, here, alive and sun-kissed.

MARS. It’s okay to blush bright red. You’ve
seen his shadows and he’s seen your dust
storms. Laugh with him, not like the battle
was victorious but like there was never any
battle in the first place. Speak unarmored.

JUPITER. What’s love if not unmistakable,
so large only a sky could contain it. He
takes your hands in his and the gravity of it
makes every moon ache with want.

SATURN. Hold him close, closer than soil
holds wheat, closer than wedding bands
hold shine, closer than clouds hold clouds.

URANUS. When you lie on your side next
to him at night, does the frost just outside
your windows feel far away? Does night
glisten with how perfectly slow it moves?
Is his smile its own small heaven?

NEPTUNE. Love has been here since the
beginning, even when no one else saw it.
And love will be here with its swirling blue
mouth long after we ourselves become
unseen. What you make with each other
is a freshwater spring blooming in a forest,
crisp and glittering in the light. Go on. Drink.

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Not sure how to go about this, just hang tight ARMY, constructive criticism welcome ♡ 

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Jin 

Originally posted by bwiseoks

You shoved Jungkook as he continued to tease you about your crush on Jin. It was pretty embarrassing, apparently you had spit the detail out to him the night before, when you were drunk. “Kookie” you whined and pouted, hoping it would make him shut up. “Look Noona” Kook said, raising his brows to mention towards the elder member walking into the dorm with his cell phone at hand. You glared at Kook before you punched his shoulder and tried to get away from him. “Ow Noona!” he groaned, causing Jin to look up, confused. “Y/N, why are you hitting Jungkook?” he asked as he sat down beside you. You opened your mouth to respond but Kookie beat you to it. “She’s upset cause I’ve been teasing her about being in love with you hyung” Kook said casually. Jin’s cheeks turned pink and yours did as well. “I’m so sorr-” Jin cut you off with a shy smile. “I love you too y/n” he confessed. 

“How long have you felt this way?” he asked.

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