the boy with the white chin

anonymous asked:

Okay but after the new Love Hotel & Instagram chapter I desperately need Yuuri to find his old school uniform while packing his things in preparation to move to Russia (or even better, Victor asking Mari or Yuuko for their old ones and makes Yuuri wear it)

“W-where did you get that?” Yuuri sputtered upon walking into his bedroom and seeing Victor sitting on his bed.

Except he wasn’t just sitting on Yuuri’s bed.

He was sitting on Yuuri’s bed, wearing the dark, dark blue uniform jacket and pants that Yuuri had not seen in years.

And wearing it exactly like Yuuri had always imagined. Jacket front undone, flaps haphazardly pushed back. White button up shirt just a bit rumpled and nearly coming untucked from his belt line. The knot in the school tie loose and askew. He rested an elbow on a knee, holding his chin in his hand as he smirked over at Yuuri.

Every bit the image of a punkish, popular bad boy that robbed everyone of their hearts and common sense the second he sauntered into a room or down a hallway.

“I might have bribed someone,” Victor replied, smooth and rich like melted chocolate. He pushed off the bed and strode over to Yuuri.

Yuuri was reeling. Not just at three years of high school fantasies come to life, but the fact that Victor looked even hotter than any image Yuuri had ever conjured up. Intensified by ten times over when Victor confidently drove Yuuri back against the bedroom doorframe, planting his hand firm against the wall, pinning Yuuri there under his sharp blue gaze and the abusive amounts of power that uniform was giving him over Yuuri.

Weak-kneed Yuuri. Trembling Yuuri. Already half-hard in his pants Yuuri.

“Is that the right way to do a kabe-don?”

An endless mantra of ohmygodohmygodohmygod hurled itself through Yuuri, and he couldn’t even be sure if it was only mental or if he was actually breathing the words out.

Screw all logic and restrain, Yuuri wanted nothing more than to be screwed by Victor. With the uniform still on. Right there against the doorframe.

“I-… I, ummm-…” Yes. Very right. The very right way of doing a kabe-don. So right that it was wrong. So wrong. Very wrong. “…Why are you-…” Yuuri couldn’t even finish the question, about a nanosecond away from seizing a hold of that sloppily-knotted tie in order to crash his mouth and body against Victor’s.

“Because you got senpai to notice you.”

And it was at that point that Yuuri utterly broke down into a fit of laughter that lasted approximately ten minutes, and then five more when Victor refused to stop pouting at just how awful Yuuri had found that line and that there was no hope of recovering.


On the topic of layers:

In the “Imagine” clip, we had a very open and comfortable Sana. Comfortable with where she was in life, with how (she thought) the two sides of her identity were at peace, with her friends and family. This is reflected, partly, with her clothes and hijab.
She chose, for the first time on screen, to wear her hijab wrapped only around her head (turban style) with visible earings. She’s also wearing a lighter makeup with light lipgloss instead of her traditional dark lipstick (Sana using her makeup as a shield was discussed before in a meta by @evenandsana here).The style makes her outfit look more open than usual.
She’s also wearing a cream coloured top which is unusual for her. We usually see her rock black and mainly black (although she sports colours sometimes, like that killer orange hoodie) but here, she is wearing a lighter colour as well and not just that: it creates an opening in her outfit.
A “white door” in her black outfit. Straight to the heart.

In the “Ikke Snakk Til Meg” clip, however, she reverts back to the style we saw her in first. Hijab tight around her chin, all black clothes with no top with a personalised type of message on (like BOY BYE) that we can see. Her outfit is entirely closed. Her makeup is the heaviest and darkest we’ve seen her in, I think (at the exception of the first time we saw her on the show, like I said). Heavy smokey eye, really dark and opaque shade of lipstick. Her expression is closed too.

I just felt like pointing out how her state of mind is reflected visually in her choice of clothing and makeup as well. And how obvious the details become when the two most opposite outfits are directly compared.

Sana is now back to being closed-off. Back to trying to protect her broken heart with as many literal and figurative layers as she can.

Wolf//A Disney Descendants Imagine

Anon said: can you do one where you’re the daughter of the big bad wolf and you’re a werewolf so Carlos is terrified of you and you just want to be friends with people but they’re all scared out of their minds and no one wants to talk to you, but when Carlos realizes that not all dogs are bad, he starts to think that maybe you aren’t that bad either

Aw yis (I’m using Teen Wolf and Being Human references for this one)


You sat in the car, keeping mostly to yourself, but the other kids had shoved themselves as far away from you as you could. 

“So, what do you guys think Auradon is gonna be like?” you asked in an attempt to get them to talk to you.

They didn’t answer, but Carlos squeaked in fear and moved even farther away from you.

You sighed and thunked your head on the glass. You just wanted to be friends with these people, but they were all scared that you would rip out their throats.

You arrived at Auradon Prep, where you were greeted by Prince Ben and his girlfriend. You hung back, not wanting to scare anyone.

“Who’re you?” Audrey asked rudely, pointing at you. 


“No, the other person cowering behind everyone else. Yes you.”

“I’m (Y/N).”

“Who’s kid are you?”

You stepped in front of everyone else. “The Big Bad Wolf.”

There was a collective gasp. 

“The werewolf?” Audrey asked in horror.

“Yes. And yeah, that makes me a werewolf too.” You let your claws show and began to pick at your teeth with your index finger. “That’s not gonna be an issue, is it?”

She looked at you in fear. “No problem.”

Ben stepped forward and shook your hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you (Y/N),” he said. 

You smiled at him gratefully. “Same to you.” 

“Doug will show you to your dorms,” he said to everyone. 

“Ben?” you said quietly. “Can I talk to you in private for a sec?”

He nodded. “Of course.”

He led you out of earshot from everyone else. “What is it?”

You took a breath. “So, you know about my, uh, condition, and I wanted to thank you for treating me like a normal person.”

“Of course.”

“It’s just…I can’t really have a roommate,” you mumbled. “The whole thing with the moon, and I have nightmares, and there’s this whole thing with they way everything has to be set up.”

He smiled understandingly. “I took that into account. You have your own room.”

You exhaled heavily. “Thank you.”

“Absolutely. And I will make sure everyone stays indoors on the full moon so you can have free range of the grounds.”

“Really?” For years, you and your father had had to lock yourselves in cages and cellars to keep from hurting other people. 

“I’m not going to ask you to lock yourself away. You can’t help the way you are.”

You felt like you were going to cry. “Thank you so much Ben, I can’t tell you how much this means to me.”

He smiled and hugged you. “You’re welcome.” 

.   .    .

The next couple days were awful. Audrey had made sure that everyone knew what you were, and no one wanted to talk to you. You had wanted to go out for sports, but you decided not to. You didn’t want to scare people anymore than you already had.

Jay had actually tried to become your friend, and you were so happy. He actually talked to you and the two of you ended up becoming very close. Carlos repeatedly asked him why he was friends with you, because in Carlos’s eyes, you were a rabid pack animal. he tried to tell them that you were actually really nice.

.   .   .

Carlos sat in the forest, scratching Dude’s belly when he was hit with a sudden realization. What if Jay was right? What if you weren’t actually that scary? If he had been wrong about dogs, he might have been wrong about you. 

He ran back to the school. “Ben!” he yelled when he saw the prince. “Have you seen (Y/N)?”

Ben shook his head. “She’s not in classes today. It’s a full moon tonight, so she’s getting ready for that.”

Carlos took off to your dorm room and began pounding on your dorm. 

“What?” you yelled, opening the door. “Oh, hi Carlos. Do you want something?”

“I want to help you get ready for tonight.”

You stared at him. “You want to what?”

“I want to help you.”

“You’re not scared of me?”

He finally caught his breath. “I was scared of you because I saw you as a dog, but worse. But then I realized that my mom was wrong about dogs, so what if everyone else was wrong about you? Jay seems to think so, and I should have listened to him.”

You swept him into a bone crushing hug. 

“(Y/N)…can’t…breathe,” he choked out.

You let go, blushing. “Sorry.”

“So what can I help with?”

“Okay, so first we need to go to the kitchen for a chicken.” You slung a backpack over your shoulder and Carlos followed you down to the kitchen.

“So why do you need a chicken?” he asked as you hauled a raw chicken out of the fridge. 

“We tie it to a string and drag it in a huge circle through the forest.”


“It leaves a scent, and when it’s in a circle, wolf me is going to follow the scent, thinking that I’m tracking an actual bird.”

“That’s genius.”

“And the backpack needs to be at the edge of the woods.”

“What’s in it?”

“Clothes, a toothbrush and a water bottle.”

“Oh. Can I ask you something?”

You nodded. “Shoot.”

“How does this whole thing work?”

You sighed. “Hoo-boy, this could take a while and you have class really soon.”

“Give me the short version.”

“I can be a “wolf” any time I want. You know, claws, pointed ears, fangs, that whole thing. But I’m still humanoid. I only become a full wolf during the full moon. I can control it most of the time, but I black out on the full moon.”

“What’s changing like?”

“It hurts. Imagine all your bones breaking and then rearranging themselves into wolf shape. Imagine claws piercing the ends of your fingers and your teeth elongating.”

Carlos was speechless. “That’s awful.”

“Yeah. But sometimes I can remember glimpses of what the wolf remembered, like running across the forest floor and it’s amazing.”


“Come on, we gotta do this.”

The two of you ran to the forest. Carlos tied the string around the chicken and tossed it to you. You ran as fast as you could in a huge circle, dragging the chicken tomorrow.

“Did you fill the water bottle?” you asked. 

He nodded. “How did you do that so fast?”

“Superhuman speed.”


“You have to get to class and I gotta stay in my room until it gets dark.”

He nodded and ran back to the school. You took your time going back to your room, thinking about how grateful you were that Carlos had decided to be your friend.

At about six o’clock, you felt the change coming on and you ran for the forest. You ran past Ben and his eyes widened, realizing what was happening. He ran for the school and into his parents’ chambers. “Everyone needs to be inside, now,” he said, panting. 

His father made the announcement and everyone came inside, slightly confused. 

At about six-thirty, a howling scream echoed across the grounds, sending chills down the spines of everyone that heard it. 

The next morning, Carlos and Jay knocked on your door. When you didn’t answer, Jay opened the door and peeked inside. You weren’t there. 

“We should go find her,” Carlos said. Jay nodded and grabbed a blanket. Fortunately, it was a Saturday, so no classes. 

They ran to the forest. Carlos checked on the backpack, but it was untouched. 

“Carlos!” Jay called. The white haired boy ran over to his friend. 

You were lying on the forest floor, covered in dirt and what looked suspiciously like blood, and your hair was a tangled mess. Jay put the blanket over you and gently shook you awake.

You opened your eyes and sat up, pulling the blanket tightly around your shoulders. 

“Shit!” Jay screamed, leaping backwards, yanking Carlos with him. You wiped your chin and your hand came away covered in blood. 

“There’s a washcloth in the backpack,” you said, your voice hoarse from howling. 

Carlos handed you the washcloth and the water bottle. You poured some of the water out onto the cloth and rubbed it on your face, but it only got some of the blood off. 

“Let’s get you back to the school. Here, clothes.”

They turned their backs and you put on the shirt and jeans that were in your bag. You stood up, but your knees buckled. Jay caught you and pulled one of your arms over his shoulder. Carlos got your other arm and the two of them helped you back to your dorm. 

As you passed people, your superhearing picked up the whispers of people as you passed them. 

Is she covered in blood?

What a freak.

I bet she killed someone.

Jay opened the door to your room and they set you down on your bed. He left and came back with bandages, soap, and washcloths. 

The two of them cleaned the cuts on your face and arms and cleaned the blood from your face and chest. 

There was a soft knock on the door. “Yeah,” you said, cringing at how rough your voice sounded. 

Ben walked in with a glass of water. “Hey. How’re you feeling?”

“Like I got run over by a truck,” you said, taking the glass from his hands and draining it. 

“Yeah, you look like it.”

“Hey, you aren’t so pretty yourself mister,” you said. 

The three of them laughed.

“So, people think I killed someone,” you said bluntly.

Ben sighed. “Yeah, but we quashed those rumors. They found the rabbit you disemboweled last night.”

There was another knock. “Who is it now?”

“Mal and Evie.”

“Come in.”

The girls came in. “Hi,” Evie said. “We wanted to apologize for the way we’ve treated you. We figured if Jay, Carlos, and Ben all trust you and aren’t afraid of you, Carlos especially, then you can’t actually be that bad. Except the blood on your face was a bit disconcerting.”

You smiled. “Honestly, it’s just nice to have friends.”

“Are you gonna do anything today?”

You shook your head. “Nah, the day after is my recovery day. I usually just eat pizza and chips and watch movies with my dad.”

“Well,” Carlos said, sitting next to you. “Your dad might not be here.”

Jay sat on your other side. “But we are.”

Ben, Mal, and Evie all plopped down on your floor. “We’ll watch movies and eat pizza with you,” Ben said.

“Yeah. We’re your family now,” Evie said. “And before you say anything, we know that we weren’t exactly nice to you and we were afraid of you, but we aren’t anymore. Now, we’re here for you.”

You grinned. “Thanks guys.”


She heard it before she saw it, the familiar rumble of something that wasn’t too common on this side of town, and it was coming from directly below her window.

Betty had been sprawled out on her bed, history textbook between her knees as she rested her chin in her palm, long strands of silky blonde hair falling out of her loose, messy bun. Distracted was the one word that continued to run through her brain as she scanned the dusty old books pages, she couldn’t keep her mind off of a particularly dangerous dark haired boy in a leather jacket. Toying with the strap of her simple white tank top, Betty’s ear perked at the rev of an engine, she knew that sound, she had it memorized.

Jugheads motorcycle.

She tripped over herself as she jumped to her window, her shiny green eyes going wide when she saw who was propped against the bike just below her window.

“Jughead?!” She whispered frantically, poking her head out the window to get a closer look.

“Hey there Juliet.” He grinned, a cigarette dangling lazily from his mouth.

“What are you doing here?” She was already pulling her shoes on and grabbing the soft gray hoodie from her bedside table.

Jughead shrugged, his hand patting the seat of his bike

“Thought you wanted to see some bikes.” He smirked.

Betty looked around her room before turning back and zeroing in on the piercing blue eyes that seemed to be constantly running through her mind.

“Screw it.” She whispered defiantly, propping one leg over the window and scaling the side of her house much to Jugheads surprise, he tossed the cigarette to the floor and moved to stand below her, his hands ready to catch her at a moments notice. The mischievous blonde looked down and giggled, jumping down and into his arms.

He caught her with an audible “oof” as she wrapped her arms around his neck and beamed up at him.

“Hi” she whispered

“Hi” he chuckled, gently dropping her to her feet but keeping his arms tight around her waist. Betty moved in slowly and Jughead gripped her tighter.

The porch light flipped on tearing them both apart, Jugheads eyes lit up

“Come on.” He mumbled, tugging on her hand and helping her onto the back of the bike.

Wrapping her arms around Jugheads waist she rested her cheek on the cool leather of his jacket, her fingers digging into the lapels of the jacket.

“You ready?” He shouted over the revving of the engine.

“Let’s ride Jughead Jones” she whispered by his ear, taking in pride in the shiver that ran through his whole body.

Than she was flying, the bike zooming down the streets of riverdale as she held onto her lifeline tightly, her hair blowing behind her as the cool air chilled her bare legs but the warmth of Jugheads body pressed against hers warmed her core.

It was all over too soon, before she knew it he was pulling into the trailer park and helping her off the bike.

Betty grinned at him as he checked her over nervously

“You okay.” He asked anxiously, his eyes scanning her body, lingering on bare legs that were tucked into tight black yoga shorts.

Taking advantage of her spur of confidence, Betty wrapped her arms around Jugheads neck, her lips pressing to the side of his jaw

“Never been better.” She whispered seductively

Jughead swallowed thickly, his fingers flexing on her waist.

“Well who’s this?”

Jughead jumped back at the sound of his fathers voice, the older man was staring at the pair with warm eyes.

Betty stepped forward

“I’m Betty Cooper sir, it’s great to meet you.” She extended her hand and smiled when he took it gently.

“Well Betty Cooper, I’ve heard nothing about you, you might be Jugheads best kept secret.”

Jughead went bright red and Betty giggled

“I’ll take it, I’m actually just here to see your bike. ” she grinned excitedly.

F.P seemed surprised
“Oh?” He asked, leading her towards his trailer

“I’m a mechanic, well atleast id like to be.” She was nervous, but it didn’t show, unfortunately Jughead seemed to see right through it and clutched her hand.

She glanced up and smiled thankfully.

“Well if it’s bikes you fix, would you mind checking out a friends, it’s not running and we’ve got to be out of here by tonight.” F.p gave his most charming smile and Jughead rolled his eyes.

“Of course, I’ve been dying to get my hands on one since I saw Juggies” the nickname slipped from her lips and something stirred inside Jughead, something unfamiliar.

As soon as Betty’s eyes landed on the bike she threw her jacket off and dug her hands into the engine. A crowd was gathering as the newcomer fixed up the bike.

Jughead stood in front of Betty shooting glares at the younger Serpents who were openly ogling her body, he rested his hand on the small of her back and smirked as the boys grumbled. If Betty was anyone’s to stare at she was his.

After a few minutes she rose with a satisfied nod

“The sparks were flooded, it should be good to go now.” She moved to stand beside Jughead and he wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her to his side.

F.p looked at Jughead with a proud smile, his son had done good picking this one.

“Thankyou Betty, how can we repay you.”

She raised a confused brow
“Repay me? Oh no. It’s my honor to get my elbows in a bike like that.”

F.p grinned softly

Everyone mumbled about how talented she was, Jughead spotted a few of the young members coming towards them and he took his chance to shuffle her out

“It was nice too meet you!” She called over her back, giggling when Jughead lifted her over his

“Juggie!” She squealed.

He smiled dropping her back on his bike and standing between her legs

“Thanks for fixing the bike, I didn’t bring you here to work.” He ran his fingers over her bare arms.

She draped her arms around his neck and toyed with the dark black curls at the base of his neck

“I love fixing cars and bikes, it’s not work too me.” She smiled

“Okay.” He whispered dangerously close to her lips.

“Why Jughead jones, are you about to kiss me? She nuzzled his nose slightly.

His fingers came up to her face and he gently swiped something from her cheek, showing her his palm

"Your got something..” he grinned.

Betty giggled at the memory. The first time they spoke

“Oil.” She whispered

With that Jughead pressed his lips to hers.

Thank You Mistress

Genre: Smut 

Length: 3,700+ words

Kink(s): Mistress/Dom Reader, Sub/Baby boy Wonho, brat taming, sub training(????), oral sex

Originally posted by minpoong

You looked over your precious baby boy as he snuggled you close in his strong arms. “Baby..” You said softly, grabbing his hand only to trace little hearts up his forearm with your fingernails. 

“Yes, my love?” He replied instantly, his full attention on you just as you taught him. You looked up at him, only to be greeted by those dazzling eyes of his; god, they could the stars to shame. 

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Poles Apart

taehyung, 13.6k, he’s a little bit different to what you are but oh well

warning: uh… idk, there’s a warning but if i say why it gives away the story

“Being different isn’t a problem.”

“Everyone acts like it is…they pull faces when you can’t answer their questions. They talk behind your back because they don’t think what they’re saying will hurt you. You’re the only person who hasn’t questioned my… being of me.”

Originally posted by bwipsul

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Start a Fire - Rowaelin AU

[Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

The DJ was really good, Aelin noticed, surprised. 

But the fact that she could still have a coherent thought after the amount of booze that she had drunk was the real surprise. Or not, considering that she was drinking that same amount for two weeks now. She must be gaining at least a little resistance.

Dammit, she thought. Now she couldn’t even be drunk properly.

Aelin scanned the dance floor again while still sitting in the bar. Looking for a victim.

A young man with brown hair looking in her direction caught her attention, but she shrugged, turning her head the other way. The man was handsome, but the color of his hair reminded her of another boy, from another life.

Aelin emptied her glass, and made her way towards the dance floor.

Rowan was hunting. He’d been hunting for the past two weeks now, going in every club in town,  drinking only enough to make himself less intimidating, hunting someone as desperate as him to muffle the screaming in his head with another type of scream.

Every night he found someone, and every morning that painful scream was louder, and his heart, colder. Which was perfect for his job, but not so much for his mental health.

He was surveying the dance floor, eyes skipping almost automatically any girl who resembled her even a little, when he saw someone who caught his attention.

She was dancing right in front of him, with her eyes closed, her golden hair reflecting the red light in the club, her body swaying with the music, while a boy with black hair behind her had his hands in her hips and was trying to move in the same rhythm as her. She was wearing a black skirt and a black blouse, long-sleeved but with a very, very nice cleavage. Rowan was expecting to see heels in her feet, but she was wearing black ankle boots.

Suddenly, she raised her head and opened her eyes, like she was forced back into reality. Rowan felt like he was looking in the mirror, seeing the numbness, the lack of feeling in her expression, those dead eyes.

Those eyes focalized on him, and, like she was putting on a mask, her face turned into something similar to interest, a smirk forming as she measured Rowan’s body. One of her eyebrows had raised when she finally looked into Rowan’s eyes.

A challenge. 

And Rowan had found his prey.

If Aelin was sober, or maybe if she cared, the way that that silver haired man was looking at her would’ve sent her running. 

But he was everything she was looking for at the moment. Dangerous. So handsome. And, by the look in his face, wanting to use her in the same way she wanted to use him. Maybe this guy would be able to make Aelin feel something, even if just for a few hours, even if later, she would be deeper in that abyss.

He was wearing a black jeans and a white shirt that gripped tight the muscles of his arms. As he walked towards Aelin, she appreciated the determination in his steps. People moved out of his way instantly, and his eyes kept locked in Aelin’s.

When he got closer, she noticed they were bright green. And were looking at her with such predatory intent that Aelin couldn’t help to lift her chin to face the challenge.

She hasn’t stop dancing since she saw him, but had forgotten the boy she had thought would be her company tonight. Noticing his hands still in her hips, she turned her head back.

“I think I won’t be needing you tonight.”

The guy, too wasted to understand the dismissal, or maybe simply not caring, didn’t move.

Aelin felt a flash of anger. Anger was good. Even if anger was turning as difficult to maintain as any other feeling. She grabbed the guy’s wrist and twisted. “I said… out.”

This got his attention. He pulled himself away from her, shooting her a hurt and confused look.

“What the fuck, you crazy bitch,” he said, already backing away.

Aelin gave him a fake smile. 

“Thanks for the company”, she said, and turned, intending to go look for her new challenge… only to find him already standing right in front of her.

He was smirking, but his green eyes were now impenetrable. He had a tattoo covering his right arm, starting in his pulse and going up, disappearing inside his sleeve, so she couldn’t see exactly where it ended. It seemed like words, but she didn’t recognize neither the alphabet or the language.

Aelin stood still, with her hands on her hips, letting her eyes pass through his body again, slowly, up and down and up again. His eyes flashed with anger with this inspection, and his nostrils flared. 

“Are you done staring?”, he shot, and bared his teeth at her. His voice was rusty, like he hasn’t talked in a while.

She cocked her head, pretending to think about it. “You’ll do.”

The man took another step in her direction, standing so close that she had to raise her head to face him.

“What was the problem with that boy? You’ve seemed to be enjoying yourself”, he said, his eyes examining every inch of her face, her hair.

“Too soft.”

And it wasn’t a lie. Aelin needed someone hard, cold, impenetrable. Someone who wouldn’t mind her roughness, her lack of feeling. Someone she could use and not feel guilty about it. And this man, with eyes so cold that could freeze her soul if she still had one, would be perfect for the night. Maybe, after him, she could finally start the mission she had in this godsdamed city, and move on.

Gold. Now that he was standing this close to her, he could see that her eyes were deep blue, but with rings of gold around the pupils. And the gold of her hair only accentuated such strange eyes.

To see this eyes sparkling with joy, Rowan thought, must be a sight from heaven.

Oh gods. He was starting to make eye colors descriptions. What was he thinking? He could even remember the eye color of the last woman he bedded. He needed to get done with this girl, soon and fast.

Rowan lowered his head, whispering in her ear.

“And I seem hard enough for you, blondie?” Her smell was a mix of sweat, lavender and something that remember him of fireplaces and bonfires.

“That is something I intend to find out soon enough”, she said, her voice low, but he was too occupied noticing her earlobe to continue the conversation. Strange that it was bare. Rowan would’ve expected that a girl like her would be wearing earrings, big and shiny. What would she do, he wondered, if he bit it here and now?

And, before he could measure the consequences of his action, like he was used to, he did just that.

Even Angels Fall pt. 2

Pairing: Philip Hamilton x reader
Word Count: 3,727ish
T/W: Angst, slight smut, blood, hospitals, surgery scars, pills 
A/N: Philip was in a “mafia” group (aka family) and claimed he’s out for good. (Set in “gangster” time, late 1920′s-1930′s)  I’m sorry, in advance.
Song mood: Big Eyes - Lana Del Rey & Love Don’t Break Me - BILLY
Tags: @justfangirlingaround@iworshipmusicals

 “Philip is like fire. He’s warm and comforting from a safe distance, but once you come closer you will be burned. Just like fire. It doesn’t want to be feared, it wants more, just as Philip did. And I am a love letter being consumed by his flames. Why, you might ask? Because I love him. Everything about him, he’s my beautiful spark. I love him.” ~ y/n. February, 15th.

You were woken up by a nurse’s heels clicking against the concrete floor. Opening your eyes as she pulled back the blinds, officially waking you up. Stretching out in the visitors chair, you looked over to your side, seeing Philip still “asleep” in the hospital bed. You rubbed the back of your neck, feeling a pain, most likely from having spent the night in a very uncomfortable chair. 

“You must really love him, Honey,” the older lady in all white said, smiling at you. 

“Hmm?” you asked, still waking up mentally. 

“Most young ladies wouldn’t stay around for their guy like this,” she stated, “they usually find another boy, saw it all the time during the war, poor guys were heart broken.”

“Well, Philip’s my only,” you smiled over to your curly haired boy, “I could never leave him.”

She nodded respectfully, leaving the room. You moved the chair to the side of his bed, sitting and holding his hand. You kissed his knuckles, still bruised from the fight. Resting your chin on the edge of the bed, you studied his beautiful features. Thinking about all the memories you had with him, he couldn’t leave you. Not yet. Tears pooled in your eyes, just remembering how you had left him, he must’ve been so scared.

“You gonna wake up today?” You whispered, barely able to get the question out. “It’d be a great day to. I could see your smile, and hear your voice. You could-” you had to pause to take a shaky breath, “you could let me know you’re okay and I could tell you I love you.”

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get under the car.

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk / Reader.

Genre: Fluff / Humour.

Summary: Today is supposed to be a peaceful day off, but when you find a pair of hands sticking out from underneath your car, it becomes all the more interesting.

Count: 2,400+ words.

Note: Adapted from my old story of the same name. Not much has changed, I just liked this piece and wished to repost it!

A day off is well needed after six shifts straight, alongside a whole lot of homework from lectures that have kept you up until the late hours of the evening. Or more so, into the earliest minutes of the morning. So when you notice that your Thursday is completely free of absolutely anything at all, the sight of the blank space on your calendar nearly brings a tear to your eye, and you decide it can be the perfect twenty-four hours to treat yourself, to at long last, kick back and relax. 

And what a lovely day it has been so far! You sleep in without any concern of an alarm, briefly waking only to roll over and drape yourself back into your sheets, welcoming another hour and a half of dreams. The sound of your roommate slamming the front door on her way out to one of her own tutorials has you decidedly getting up, taking your time to make toast, switching the kettle on to boil until you open the coffee jar and realise the dreaded fact that less than half a teaspoon of grains is found stuck to the bottom.

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Colour Soulmate AU - Jughead X OC / Part 2

[LONG A/N: You guys asked for it so you guys got it, I don’t love it as much as the first part but this is as good as its gonna get cause I’ve wrote it and rewrote and then rewrote it again and then went to the SBC and asked them all about it (thanks @kingpendleton u my boo). So without further ado, here ya go bbs.

Also sorry if you wanted to be tagged in this but didn’t, I had a lot of people requesting to be tagged and now because tags aren’t really working well plus the amount of you asking is just a super crazy amount I’m going to stop adding new people to the list - honestly I totally appreciate and love your guys support but I feel like its a bit pointless when I know tagging isn’t directing anyone to my work and you’ve still just got to scroll through my blog to get to the specific fic. In light of this though I am going to seriously update my masterlist so finding my work shouldn’t be difficult and I will reblog it daily so people can stay up to date!]

Part 1

Word Count: 2106

Originally posted by juptern

‘Jughead, can you see in colour?’

The inky-haired teen quickly began to raise himself from the booth, he slammed shut his laptop and gathered it together with the papers that lay scattered across the table. He brought his knees up to his chest in a bid to jump over the back of the booth before a looming hand grappled his shoulder tightly.

‘Oh no you don’t buddy.’ Archie Andrews booming voice called out.

‘Let go of my shoulder Arch.’ Jughead replied sternly. ‘This is something that isn’t up for discussion.’

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Tokyo Ghoul - Zero Squad

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Rikai Souzu  ✿

Rikai is a serious-looking girl frequently dressed in the white coat worn by all members of her squad. She has pale lavender hair, cut into a chin-length bob with straight bangs. 

She is not talkative, but likes to stay close to those she knows. 

Yusa Arima  ✿

Yusa is a slight boy with short, wavy black hair. He is typically dressed in the white coat worn by all members of his squad.

Polite, kind-hearted young man. He likes to fantasize, and secretly is interested in the world outside of battles with ghouls.

Ihei Shio  ✿

Shio is a young boy with short, white hair. He frequently wears the white coat typical of members of his squad.

Cheerful, innocent boy. The distant relative of Ihei Hairu.

Daphne Blake Syndrome.

Trigger Warning: Alcoholism + Domestic Abuse + Violence
This will contain spoilers for the movie so you’ve been warned

Leigh’s House

“Did the boys say when they were getting here?” (Y/N) questioned Kimberly as she watched her press the ‘end call’ button on her phone and placing it down on the coffee table in front of the television. “Jason said they’re on their way, Zack wanted to stop for a couple of new books” Both girls looked at each other for a minute and burst into laughter knowing her boyfriend was in fact lying through his teeth. “So, they’re getting take-out and not willing to share.” Leigh concluded while rummaging through the kitchen cabinets for the container of instant coffee.

“Oh absolutely. We’ll be lucky to get the leftovers.” Kimberly called to her stilling giggling as she let herself flop onto Leigh’s maroon leather couch that looked like it could fall apart in a matter of seconds.

“What about Trini? She coming tonight? I managed to pick up her favourite ice-cream this morning.” Leigh asked as she shifted around the large selection of mugs, mostly ones that had yet to be cleaned since her mother didn’t bother to do it, she was too busy drinking straight from the bottle. “Oh, Trini won’t be here, said something about her mother dragging her to a family bowling night.” Kimberly answered picking up the television remote and attempting to turn it on with no avail.

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I’m not good at this...

Originally posted by lets-sell-0ur-shit-and-runaway

You had been Chibs old lady for a year now.  It’s 3 months until most of the Sons are out of County when Tara runs into the club house where you and Chibs are hanging out, her hair is in a mess and she holds Thomas in her arms and Abel trailing behind.
“Oh, thank god.  Look I need, I just need a break please, please watch them for a night.”  Tara looks near tears as Chibs stands up immediately and takes Thomas, you and Abel staring at each other.
“What’s wrong?”  You look up to Tara as she runs her fingers through her hair.
“Gemma is driving me crazy and I just.  Shit, I miss Jax.  Just, can you watch them for a night?  Please?”  Tara wipes away a tear and smiles shakily at the two of you.
“No problem Tara.”  Chibs answers and you try to hide the grimace.
“Thank you.  Mommy will get you tomorrow morning ok?  You’re going to have a sleep over with Chibs and (Y/N), ok?  I love you.”  Tara kisses the top of both boys’ heads and thanks you again for taking them.
“You keeping Mom up, little one?”  Chibs rubs Thomas’ back while you and Abel continue the stare off.  “Love?”
“I’m not good with kids.”  You whisper, keeping your voice down while not taking your eyes off of Abel.
“He not going to pounce.”  You can hear the smile in Chibs voice and look up quickly to glare at him.  Tara runs back in to drop off their bags and Thomas’ baby carrier, waving as she runs back out.  Thomas curls his head under Chibs chin and you can’t help but smile at the sight.  You pull up your sleeves and hear a gasp from Abel which causes you to jump.
“I like your arm.”  He whispers and hides behind Chibs leg.  You notice a giant giraffe being dragged behind him.
“Thanks, Abel.”  You look down at your black and white flower sleeve and nod towards the giraffe, “I like your stuffed animal.”  He quickly hides it behind Chibs.
“Alright, let’s go home, yeah?”  Chibs snickers as your face becomes red.  Chibs sets up the boys’ car seats while you put their stuff in the back of your car.  “What’s for dinner tonight, Love?”  
“Shit.  I mean shoot.”  You quickly correct yourself when you see Abel staring at you, “well your dad is Jax so I highly doubt you’ve never heard shit before.”
“My dad says Jesus Christ a lot.”  Abel says.
“That he does.”  You smirk down at the kid.  “I was just going to make salad and potatoes.  Are they going to eat that?”
“You and your vegan shit.”  Chibs snickers.  “Also, Thomas is still on milk.”
“Hey, you eat the vegan shit so you don’t have to cook for yourself.”  You push him as he comes closer, smiling down at you.
“If he doesn’t like it, we’ll order pizza, ok?”
“Mommy says pizza is bad for you.”  Abel says, getting into his car seat while Chibs buckles him and Thomas in.
“Well, let’s hope you like salad, huh?”
“SpongeBob doesn’t like salad.”  Abel mumbles.
“You’re right, but you are also not a sponge under the sea, are you?”  You raise your eyebrow at him and he giggles.  You turn in your seat and scrunch your eyebrows at Chibs.  “Was that funny?”
“Aye, love.  You’re doing just fine.  Can you handle them for the 10-minute ride home or do I need to save you from the scary youngins?”
“And let me drive your bike home?”  Your face blew up into a smile that quickly turned into a glare at his laugh.
“See you at home.”
“Asshole.”  You whisper.
“Mommy says that word a lot too.”
You bite your lip to keep from smiling, “I bet she does, Abel.”

You catch Abel looking at your arm again as he colors in his coloring book.  Thomas is playing in his floor jungle thing that Chibs had brought from the club house.  The fries are in the oven for another half hour while the three of you watch Toy Story.  You pull off your sweatshirt, leaving you in a tank top and sit down next to Abel, your arm with your tattoos closest to him.
“You wanna color them in?”  You ask, preparing to sit back and let the kid play.
“Really?”  His eyes start shining as you nod.
“As long as you understand that you can’t do this on random people.  Only if you ask and they say yes, ok?”  Chibs interferes quickly.  Abel nods and gets to work, your back resting against Chibs’ leg.  Soon his fingers start playing with your hair and you begin to relax.  

You answer your phone as you go through the grocery, stocking up on food for the week.  “Hello?”
“Hey, it’s Tara.”  
“What’s up?”  You say.  You stop your cart to give full attention to the call.
“Abel keeps asking me for salad the way (Y/N) makes it.  I’m not entirely sure what that means.”  Tara laughs over the phone.
“Oh.”  You smile.  “I just mashed up an avocado, added garlic powder, salt, pepper, jalapenos, and lime juice for the dressing and mixed it around a bunch of chopped up romaine.  Um, make sure it’s fully coating all of the leaves or else he may not like it anymore.”
“That’s all you fed him for dinner?”  Tara asks.
“No, we had fries.  Um, homemade fries.  I’m actually vegan so I didn’t really have anything in the house that was like chicken tenders or something but he seemed to like it.”  You chew at your nail, waiting for her to respond.
“Chibs eats vegan?”  Tara snorts.
“Only cause he’s too lazy to make his own food when he gets home.”  You laugh with her.
“Yeah, that I can believe.”  Tara says.


Down the Rabbit Hole

Originally posted by carezero

Pairing: Maknae line x Reader

Genre: Wonderland!Au / Angst / Smut / Drabble series

Rated T for mentions of drugs, madness and mature themes

Word count: 4.7k

Synopsis: It took Y/n months - years. Infinite days of searching, of wondering, of grasping to the tiny, fragile hope of not being crazy as everyone said.

(But, really, who isn’t a child of madness in this world?)

And, finally, she found it: the key to open the gates to Wonderland. So, with a smile curling her lips and liquid danger between her fingers, the girl gladly fell once again.      

Author’s note: So, dunno what this thing is, an experiment, maybe. Hope you’ll enjoy this darkish lil series (but I swear this has some kind of sense in my mind).

Prelude // part 1 // part 2

Part one – the Cat

                                     “Well! I’ve often seen a cat without a grin,’ thought Alice

          ‘but a grin without a cat! It’s the most curious thing I ever saw in my life!” 

Grass tickles on her check, over her lips, and suddenly the girl’s lashes flutter open.

She leans on her palms as the legs fold under the bluish skirt of her dress and her eyes try to adapt to the dusky light. In the tilting of her head, fair hair slides along petite shoulders like silk, eliciting the tiniest of shivers on her spine: the twilight air is cold, and the starlit strands over the bare skin only enhance the chilly sensation.

It’s not exactly unpleasant, though.  

The girl raises on her feet, and her head spins a bit once she stands tall under the crescent moon; one hand flies to the left side of her forehead, palm pressing down to attenuate the low pulsing in her temple.

Where am I?

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Caught Part 2

(A.N. Hey, Guys! I just have to say writing this was been a roller coaster. When y’all wanted this to be a part 2 I had no idea what the plot was going to be but @thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch gave me such a good plot for it. I screen shot it of course but only half of it. IM A FUCKING DUMBASS! So I just wrote the story with what I had to work with. I messaged them and right when I finish writing I get their message that was sent an hour AGO. Go follow them because they dealt with all of my bullshit. Anyways, Enjoy O_o)

Originally posted by byaseashore

Snowflakes gracefully falling from the gray sky, find a place in the blond boy’s hair next to me who has his gaze set in the clouds.

“Princess it isn’t polite to stare you know.” The blond boy switched his gaze from the clouds to me. His normally blue-gray iris have shifted to light blue thanks to the snowy white surroundings.

Gripping his gloved hand a bit tighter I look down to the ground and blush. “Sorry.”

Draco gives a little chuckle and lifts my chin with his pointed finger.

His eyes directly into mine he says,”I love you.”

Feeling more heat come to my cheeks I replied softly,”I love you too, Draco.”

Moving his hand from my chin he puts it on my cheek chuckling he presses his warm lips against mine.

Swiping his tongue over my bottom lip, asking for permission, I open my mouth a bit to let his tongue roam my mouth.

Pulling away I move head into my elbow and sneeze.

“Are you cold, Love?”

“Yeah, a little bit,” I say tightening my house colored scarf around my neck.

“Go sit on that bench over there,” Draco pointed to one of the only benches that didn’t have any snow on it. “I’ll go get us some warm butterbeer.”

Going our separate ways Draco say from over his over his shoulder, “By the way Y/N you sneeze like a kitten.”

Laughing at his words I settle in the middle of the bench I wait for my ferret to come back.

Looking at the cloudy sky I feel a space beside me get occupied.

Looking to my left first I see a Slytherin I dread to see; Crabbe.

Crossing my arms over my chest I question,”What do you want?”

“Oh, me? Who said I wanted something?” Crabbe smirked

“Okay? If you don’t want anything I’ll be going.” I retort flipping my hair over my shoulder.

Standing up Crabbe grabs my forearm he murmurs, “Who said to get up, Princess?”

“I did! So LET GO of me!” I yelp at the tightness of his grip.

“Sit down, Princess.” Goyle threatened

“NO.” Struggling out of his grip.

“Let go of her!” A distant voice yelled.

Snapping my head towards the voice I see Draco with two mugs of Butterbeer making his way towards me and the unwanted Slytherin.

Draco pushing his way from the other Hogwarts students and the stores he gets stopped by Goyle.

“Princess I would sit because we’re about to get a show,” Crabbe smirks

I give the smirking Slytherin the death glare.

Turning my attention back to Goyle and Draco they were arguing until Draco drenched Goyle with the contents from one of the mugs.

Punching Goyle in the stomach. He runs passed Goyle and towards Crabbe and me.

Suddenly I feel two arms go around my waist and I get dragged down onto Crabbe lap.

Sitting on Crabbe lap I start to kick Crabbe with the heels of my boots.

“Stop that, Bitch.” Crabbe retorts digging his fingernails into my flesh.

Draco finally reaching us he looks at Crabbe with hate in his eyes.

“Let. Her. Go. Crabbe. Or I swear I will-”

“You’re so tough aren’t you, Malfoy. But I think you should really be a mate and –”

I feel Crabbe’s body tense looking at Draco for an answer his eyes hold confusion like mine.

Looking over Draco’s shoulder I see Professor Snape looking down on a Butterbeer covered Goyle.

Draco follows my gaze and see’s what I see.

“Shit.” Draco whispers

Snape’s black eyes move from the Butterbeer covered Slytherin to Crabbe, Draco, and me.

Goyle finger was pointed directly at us.

The greasy haired teacher started to make his way to the three of us.

“Draco, mate, no hard feelings, right? This whole thing is I mean was a joke.” Crabbe stuttered

“My ass.” I sassied

“Please don’t tell Snape-” trembled Crabbe

“Don’t tell me what, Mr.Crabbe?”

“Nothing, of course, sir.”

“Then why is Ms.L/N sitting on your lap?”

Releasing his grip from me he pushed me from his lap I almost hit the ground but Draco caught me before I did.

“I don’t know s-she just sat on me.”Crabbe stuttered

“Is that true Mr.Malfoy?”

“Of course not, Professor. He forced her to sit on him.” Draco said helping me to my feet.

“She even has marks to prove it.” Draco notes showing Snape the crested moons on my forearm.

Snape’s eyes examined my arm then examined the extremely looking Crabbe.

“Mr.Crabbe please come with me. Get Mr.Goyle too and meet me in my office.”

Crabbe slowly nodded and got up from the bench and went to go gather his other half.

“Mr.Malfoy since this is your first offense I will not tell your father about this. But if this happens again I’ll have no choice. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir. I do.”

Snape turned around sharply his black clock following him. He began to walk towards Hogwarts.

Draco moved his gaze from Snape to me. “Love, are you okay? I’m sorry I should have brought you with me. I–”

“Draco I’m fine just a little cold.”

“After all of that, you’re just a little cold?”


Draco chuckled grabbing my hand and placing a kiss on it.

“Let’s go warm you up them,” Draco said winking at me.

Chuckling at my red cheeks we made our way to the castle.


PART 1    PART 2


anonymous asked:

solangelo and #60? your writing is so good omg im jealous ❤️❤️❤️

Aaaaah! Thank you! I’m so sorry this took forever, I’ve had a crazy week this week and I haven’t had anytime to write! But, here it is!

Prompt: “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

Nico’s lungs filled with the choking scent of cigarettes and alcohol as he made his way to the bar. The pounding beat of a techno song reverberated through the oppressive crush of hot, sweaty bodies and into Nico’s skull. He finally reached the other end of the room, where a long,  forlorn-looking counter sat entertaining its few occupants.

Nico took a seat on one of the neglected barstools and asked the young woman behind the counter for a glass of water. She returned less than a minute later and handed him a glass, which he thanked her for before swiveling around to observe the activity at the opposite side of the space.

Drunken laughter mingled with the rumbling bass of the music. The crowd swayed and knocked against each other in a sort of joyful, haphazard dance. Slithering tendrils of purple-gray smoke rose from the assembly, while empty beer bottles rolled underfoot.

“I’ve not seen you here before,” an unfamiliar voice said. Nico whipped around to locate the source, and found himself face to face with a man who couldn’t have been much older than him.

He had golden hair that curled slightly and round blue eyes that glimmered with amusement. Freckles dusted the angular plains of his face, and a thin, white scar cut across his pointed chin. “You don’t come around here a lot, do you?” he asked. His voice was warm and mellifluous, almost musical.

“No, I’m not really one to frequent bars and clubs much,” Nico replied.

The boy raised an eyebrow, “Then what brought you here? Rough week?”

“No,” Nico replied, shaking his head. “More like my friend’s birthday.” He jutted his chin in the direction of the crowd, where Percy, Leo, and Jason were busy toppling over each other as they tried to keep up with the speeding rhythm of the song.

“Ah,” the boy replied.

Nico sipped his water and faced him, “So, what’s your name?”

“Will Solace,” the boy–Will–answered.

“And how’d you end up in this place?” Nico inquired.

“I’m a med student and finals are coming up, that’s all you need to know,” Will said. Nico chuckled and rested his elbow on the bar. There was something captivating about the way the light danced on Will’s sculpted features that left Nico unable to tear his eyes from him.

“How about I buy you a drink. Cheers to finals?” Nico offered.

A smirk flickered across Will’s lips. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

“S-so what if I am?” Nico stuttered, his cheeks coloring.

Will leaned forward. The glimmer in his blue eyes seemed more pronounced now. “Well, then I’d consider myself pretty damn lucky.”

Nico’s blush deepened, and his heart hammered in his chest. He opened his mouth to respond, but his voice died in his throat.

Suddenly, Will averted his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. “Shit, did I go too far?”

“No, no. You just caught me off guard that’s all,” Nico replied.

Will’s face relaxed into an easy smile, “What, you aren’t used to being flirted with?”

“People tend to avoid me,” Nico answered, shaking his head.

“You’re kidding me!” Will exclaimed. “With a face like yours I’d think you’d be fighting men and women off with a stick!”

Nico laughed. “No, they don’t seem to notice my natural charm,” he joked. 

“Well, their loss, then,” Will answered. He yawned and stretched his arms. 

“Tired, Solace?” Nico asked. 

“Yeah,” Will answered. “This place is exhausting.”

“Then go home,” Nico said. 

Will suddenly perked up at Nico’s words. “Oh, hell no,” Will replied. “Not without getting your number first!” He drew his phone from his pocket and held it out to Nico. 

“You want my number?” Nico asked in surprise. 

“Of course I want your number,” Will countered. 

Finally, Nico took the phone from Will and punched in his number before returning it. 

“I’m expecting a text from you sometime tonight, doctor’s orders.” Will said in a playful tone.

Nico rolled his eyes, “Whatever you say Will.”

He grinned, “Good night, Nico.” 

Nico smiled in return, “Good night, Will.”

With one last wave, Will turned and disappeared into the haze of smoke and bodies on the other side of the room, leaving Nico’s heart pounding louder than the beat of the music. 

Hi Baby » Oli White

Request: Anonymous said Hey I just want to say your imagines are great!! Could you possibly do one were you were dating oli for about 2 years and you found out you were pregnant and you left him without any mention of the baby because you didn’t want to ruin his career and you meet again in a club and you then go onto introducing him to his child.

I changed it a little x

You had been friends with the YouTuber Oliver White, or Oli as he was better known as since you were teenagers. You had met when he moved to your school when he was in Year 9 and you were in the year below him and after four years of being as thick as thieves, he asked you out. You said yes, albeit being 17 and never having a boyfriend before.

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