the dirt at the end of the pants

No Escape

Genre: Apocalypse Au / Future Fluff / Future Angst / Future Smut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 2,140

Warnings: Mentions of dead bodies and blood, gory 

“Find some food Y/n. Find shelter and water. If you see anyone that’s not dead, don’t approach them. Don’t trust anyone.”

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Stolen Heart: Part 4

AN: This is the last part. Just some fluffy goodness. And with this I mark the series Complete.

Words: 505

Part One, Part Two, Part Three


You listen to the conversation through the open window. “I honestly don’t get the appeal.”

          Damian just scoffs, “That’s no surprise Todd. This life isn’t for everyone.”

          Tim just laughs, “Says the guy dressed like Andy Griffith? You should have named your kid Opie.”          

          You smile to yourself before moving back to the kitchen table. You smile at the woman sitting there. “You ready to pull your hair out yet?”

          Selina just smirks, “You’re crazy. You do realize that, right?”

          You shrug, “For wanting a normal life?”

          She shakes her head, “No. For actually marrying Bruce Wayne’s demon spawn.”

          You just stare at her, “You married his father.”

          She stares right back at you, “I got lonely without you around.”

          You lean back into your chair, “And now you’re a combination aunt/ grandmother.”

          “Don’t call me the G-word.” She simply hisses, and you can’t help but laugh.

The two of you go silent for a few minutes. You listen to the guys talking outside, and then you say, “I’m glad you guys came.”

Selina smiles, “It was about time we met the kid. I have seven years of spoiling to catch up on.”

You smile as the sound of footsteps pounds up the stairs of the porch. Gideon comes barreling in a moment later. He’s covered in dirt, and there’s a gap in his smile from losing his first tooth recently. Before he can head into the den and collapse on your couch you yell, “Don’t you sit on my couch covered in dirt. Shower first.”

There’s a groan, before you hear him trudge up the stairs. Turning back to look at your sister you find her smirking at you. “What?”

She leans back in her chair, “Nothing … June Cleaver.”

You scowl, “Not cool.”

Her smirk just widens. “You’re in a dress.”

“It’s a sun dress. It’s too hot out for pants.”

“You’re in an apron.”

“I’m cooking!”

“You have a cake in the oven.”

You throw your hands in the air, “It’s my kid’s birthday!”  

The two of you end up bickering until it’s time for cake. It’s a simple yellow cake with chocolate frosting. And as your family surrounds you; Damian’s father, brothers and butler, and your sister, you can’t help but think that things will never be completely normal. And as Damian’s arm wraps around your shoulders, and your six-year-old turns into a seven-year-old by blowing out some candles; you can’t help but feel like that’s okay.

As Bruce cuts the cake Dick asks, “So nephew, what did you wish for?”

More than a little interested you turn to Gideon. He’s never been one to share his wishes. But looking at his uncle he says, “The same thing I wish for every year, a little brother.”

You choke on your water, as all eyes turn to you. And one look at Damian’s smirking face makes you want to punch him. But before you can say anything Damian simply says, “Done.”

You really do punch him for that one.

anonymous asked:

Omg that story of Betty dressing differently and Juggie being 'distracted' is amazing. I loved how he was protecting her while being completely turn on. Do you think you can continue it? It was really good.

Okay here it is guys, thank you so much for reading my work.

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Jughead was stuck to Betty’s side like glue, not that she minded, she appreciated his concern and thought it was adorable when he would shoot warning glares at her interested peers.

Sitting down at the lunch table with the group, jughead made sure he was directly across from her, scanning the Area for any potential threats.

Okay not so much threats, more like football players, basketball players, soccer players, and the occasional band geek, who thought it was a good idea to stare at the beautiful blonde as she walked down the halls.

“Very Britney Spears, Circa “hit me baby one more time” I’m obsessed with this look B.“ Veronica admired from her seat beside Betty.

Kevin nodded

"You should totally wear your hair down more, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this.”

Even Cheryl smiled appreciatively
“ it’s totally cliche, good girl gone bad, but it somehow works for you.”

Jughead rolled his eyes, grumpily taking a bite of his sandwich, casting his eyes over to Archie he felt his shoulders tense

He was staring, practically drooling, not saying a word.

Betty wiggled a little under his gaze, obviously uncomfortable.

Veronica laughed

“Put your tongue back into your mouth boy.”

Archie immediately snapped his mouth shut, shaking his head to clear, the obviously inappropriate, thoughts he was having.

“Uh yeah, sorry, no it’s just, you look really great Betty, like really great.” He rambled, shooting her his all American charming smile.

Jughead cut him off

“Betty always looks great.”

All eyes snapped to him at the table.

Looking down quickly he mumbled

“I just mean, a short skirt and some high shoes, don’t make her look all that different.”

Betty blushed, smiling and reaching for her apple.

Kevin, Veronica and Cheryl shared a smile.

Half way through lunch, Jughead had caught Archie staring at Betty so much he thought he was gonna have to punch his best friend in the face.

To his right Cheryl, cheryl gasped

“Oh my god Betty you have got to try this tiramisu my nanny made, it’s heaven.”

Betty reached over dipping her spoon in the dessert, bringing it up to her mouth.

Jugheads eyes followed that spoon the whole way.

Betty’s eyes lit up and she moaned appreciatively

“Your right Cheryl, this is heaven.” She said popping the spoon back in her mouth and sucking the rest off.

Archie was practically peeing his pants and panting.

Suddenly before he even realized what he was doing, Jughead had swatted the plastic spoon from Betty’s mouth and it was now laying on the dirt.

Her eyes were wide and surprised, while Kevin and Veronica cracked up, tears spilling down Kevin’s face.

“Sorry there was …. a bug.” He shrugged, rubbing his neck before going back to his meal.

Fortunately for him, lunch ended shortly after, as he walked Betty to class, she turned to him.

“Okay so I’m putting my plan in action after this period, I’ll be in the locker room with all of Jason’s buddies, I’ll see you then, and remember don’t come out unless it really looks sketchy.”

He nodded rolling his eyes, lingering on her legs as she walked into the classroom.

Shaking his head and quickly looking away, he was such a perv.

***

Standing behind the lockers, his fists clenched he knew it was not gonna be easy to stay back here.

The whistling and cat calling weren’t so bad, but when moose mason reached out and smacked Betty’s butt, he thought he was gonna lose it.

Of course Betty fixed him with her very best “touch me again and I’ll rip your face off, glare” but that didn’t really do anything to ease his nerves.

She was currently talking to Chuck Clayton
His very own personal tormentor.

“Why do you wanna know about Jason, gorgeous? Why don’t you take interest in someone who’s very much… alive?” He smirked

He could see Betty trying not to cringe as she nodded slowly
“ of course, i’m just curious, it was all so sudden.” She put on her very best pouty face, the one that got Jughead every time.

Chuck seemed to ease back a little bit, taking a defensive stance

“Blossom was a loser, the only thing he was good for was winning us games, he had no balls, he was a pansy.” Clearly Chuck was pissed but he quickly shook himself out of it.

“Not like me baby, I can show you just how many balls I have.” He reached for Betty pulling her into him as she wiggled to get free

“Chuck, this isn’t why I came here.”

Chuck ran a hand down her back

“Oh baby we all know why you came here, you want a ride on the chuck wagon ” his mouth went for hers and jughead finally had enough.

“HEY.”

He emerged from behind the lockers

Chuck pulled away from Betty

“ what are you doing here Donnie Darko? Came to catch the guys changing?”

Jughead shook his head moving to stand in front of Chuck , pushing Betty behind him

“She said no, leave her alone.”

Now Chuck was pissed, laughing angrily he shoved Jughead back

“What’s up? You’ve got a thing for blonde whores? I should’ve given you a go at Polly, maybe then you wouldn’t be such a freak.”

Jughead was on top of Chuck in seconds flat, the two of them beating on and punching each other as Betty screamed for help.

Coach Clayton came running in as soon as he heard the feminine screams.

“What the hell! Enough! get off of each other!”

Chuck looked up at his father and quickly dropped Jughead, chucks nose bleeding and his cheek swelling, Jughead was nursing a pretty nasty shiner as well.

Coach grabbed Chuck by the back of his shirt hauling him into the wall, he turned to jughead.

“I won’t go to weatherby about this as long as it never happens again. Are we clear?”

Jughead rolled his eyes, Betty clinging to his arm. Clearly coach Clayton didn’t want his Own son to get in any trouble.

“Crystal” Jughead ground out as Betty pulled him away and back into their office.

After about three minutes of silence and Betty holding the ice pack to his face, she spoke up.

“Thank you juggie, you didn’t have to do that, I would’ve been fine.” She spoke softly

“I would do anything for you Betty.” He responded, his face inches away from hers.

“Jughead” she whispered staring into his eyes

“Betty” he whispered back.

Suddenly he was clutching the back of her head and her hands were buried in his hair, his beanie flying off, there lips moving against one another’s.

It felt like home.

Pulling away Betty giggled

“ your eye!”

He smiled goofily

“ what eye?”

She laughed and he went to follow, but quickly realized, yeah his eye actually did hurt. Really bad.

Betty smiled, noticing his wince and placing the ice pack back on his eye

“Betty” he said questioningly

“Hmm?” she hummed

“Can you maybe go back to wearing sweaters”

She laughed so loud he was certain they could hear her all the way at pops.

Hwarang :: Sam Maek Jong x Reader :: Part II

Thanks to everyone who waited and sent me nice encouraging messages! :) I felt bad for making you all wait so I made sure this chapter was extra long! 6505 words for you! I hope you enjoy :) 

Read Part 1 here!



The sun seeps through the translucent film of the screen walls, it was warm. Really, really warm. I opened my eyes and I realized that the heat was not only radiating off the rising sun but also from Ji Dwi who was cuddled at my side. His arm was folded under my head, serving as a pillow while his other arm was wrapped around my waist holding me close to his body. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks at his close proximity, his chin rested on top of my head while mine was nestled into his neck. He was so warm and cuddly…if only I could see his cute sleeping face. Carefully and very slowly I peel myself away to get a peep but instead I received a surprise when his grip tightened and pulled me closer into his chest. “Just stay for a moment longer,” he mumbles into my hair. I smile into the collar of his hanbok, “I wasn’t leaving. I just wanted to see your face.” At that he shifts lower so that we were face to face. Being so close I could admire how perfect his face really was. From his long lashes, perfectly round almond eyes, sharp sculpted jaw and shaped eyebrows. “Wow,” I breathed out loud which he smirks at, “What’s wrong? First time seeing a handsome man?” I roll my eyes, quickly turning over so that he faced my back. His breath fans across my neck as he chuckled, “I’m just teasing.” “No, you’re just annoying,” I correct as his arms found their way around my form again, pulling me back towards him, “And really cuddly” I muse allowing him to nuzzle his nose against my ear. “We should get up. It won’t be long before the intensive training starts to prepare you for that stupid…really stupid unnecessary spar in a weeks time,” I explain but it falls on deaf ears since he made no effort to pull away. “Ji Dwi!” I whine with a laugh trying to sit up but the man-child was not having it as he playfully flops on top of me. “G-Get off! Stop!” I scream with giggles in between the kisses he placed on my face and along my neck. Let’s just say it was a very compromising position to get caught in when the wooden door flew open to reveal a very alarmed and ‘ready to kill a man’ aura radiating off of Seyeo. Besides the embarrassing situation it was funny to see his shocked face with his sword ready in his hand when he realized what he interrupted. “I told you it was time to get up,” I teasingly scold Ji Dwi which he replies with a small smile. He rolls off of me and into a seated position then he proceeded to stare intensively at Seyeo, almost impatiently waiting for him to leave. “Seyeo, you are going to catch flies if you don’t close your mouth,” I casually say with a stretch. To my surprise, he doesn’t even reply or say a sarcastic remark before turning on his heel and hastily running off to god knows where. “Now where were we…” Ji Dwi hums, gently pushing me back onto the floor. “Hmmm…waking up to go to practice?” I suggest which he immediately tuts at, “Then what?” I smile knowingly as he lowers his face towards mine, planting a firm and sweet kiss onto my forehead. He pulls back slightly and looks up with knotted brows as if in deep thought, “I can’t seem to remember.” “Wow…such a dork. Just kiss me properly,” impatiently I cup his cheeks to pull him forwards. “Okay,” he agrees planting a kiss onto my nose. “Not there.” “Over here?” he inquires placing one onto my cheek. “No!” I laugh squishing his cheeks. “How about here?” he tries again with my other cheek. “Ji Dwi!” “One more try?” he chuckles, finally placing a firm one onto my lips. I laugh hugging his neck tightly, “I wish we could wake up every morning like this.” He nods in agreement, “I’m sure I can do something to make that happen.” “Then I’ll look forward to it! But let’s get you to practice now, okay?”

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I join beside Seyeo who was watching the Hwarang set up for their sword practice. “So this is where you ran off to,” I tease taking a seat closely beside him. The male rolls his eyes and pulls out a parchment of crispy rice from his hanbok. “I wanted to surprise you with your favourite but I guess you surprised me instead. You know you could’ve told me so I wouldn’t have barged in like that!” I burst out laughing, realizing how embarrassed he was about the whole over deal, “You know we didn’t do anything right?” He breathes out almost in relief, not before quickly snapping a, “Yeah you better haven’t done anything!” I groan at his brotherly protectiveness, but all was forgotten when I remembered the crispy rice in my lap. Which I happily and quickly ate. Taking my last bite the Hwarang finally started their more intensiveness training in preparation to the fight taking place next week. Seyeo whistled beside me, “Wew, look at your man go!” I look up to find Ji Dwi showing off some really impressive moves, “Oh shut up you!” “Oh, he’s looking his way!” Seyeo exclaims excitedly and with no shame started waving at Ji Dwi which caused the corner of his lips to pull up. Not missing a beat Ji Dwi flashes me a wink before focusing on his sparring partner. “Oh what a cutie,” Seyeo sighs mockingly which I easily ignored since growing up with this annoying child that seemed to be the best option to shut him up. Observing the Hwarang carefully it was obvious as to who were the most skilled of the group, and much to my dismay I could easily tell that the sweet younger member, Han Sung, struggled to keep up. He wasn’t particularly horrible, he just needed a bit more practice. It was difficult to watch his sword constantly fly out of his grip since in a real situation that would’ve meant that he died…at least seven times in the last fifteen minutes. I couldn’t possibly watch him get killed at the sparring event, sending him with his current skills would just be suicide. So by the end of practice I thought of a solution to help Han Sung out, and importantly not to accidently hurt his feelings.

As the males started to put away their swords on their respective racks I walk towards Han Sung who sat defeated on the dirt ground. He was panting and out of breath but what took me back were the tears that started to well in his eyes. “Han Sung, you did great today!” I smile patting his head gently. He looks up with a pout, “Really?” I hum in agreement, “Of course! I was actually wondering if you could show me a few moves.” He blinks in confusion, “But you are already so good. I saw you the other day beating the other Princess and Ji Dwi.” He had me there, I guess I should give him a little more credit for being sharp when he wanted to. After a short moment of silence I nervously scratch at my temple, “But there’s always room for improvement right Han Sung?” Which to that he nods with his usual bright large smile. I nod contently, “Now that’s the spirit! Come on teach me something!”

Sam Maek POV

After practice I was looking forward to spend some time with (Y/n) seeing that we had the day off to relax. Apparently, it was part of the new practice regimen, practice intensively for three hours straight and rest for the remainder of the day. However, she seemed to be occupied. After putting away my practice sword I walked towards her usual observing spot but only her personal care taker was there. I follow Seok Hyeon’s line of vision to see (Y/n) gently patting Han Sung’s head. “What’s she doing?” I ask curiously plopping down beside Seok Hyeon. He cocks his head a bit in acknowledgement of my presence and explained, “(Y/n) couldn’t stand watching Han Sung fight like that. She knows he’s going to get hurt or worse, killed, at the spar so she’s trying to help him practice. Obviously without being obvious that he sucks.” I chuckle at the situation, that was something she would do, “So even when the situation is so dire she’s scared to hurt his feelings?” Seok Hyeon laughed with a scoff, “Yeah, so she’s using the excuse of asking him if he could show her some of his awesome moves.” I watch her and I found myself smiling like usual. From the way she watches Han Sung lovingly, the elegant sword movements, how she tenderly held Han Sung’s arms to help him get in proper position…it was all so perfect. She is definitely the Queen every Kingdom was waiting for. “Hmm…you are staring intensively are you jealous of the boy?” Seok Hyeon mused and I chuckle at that, “What? No of course not.” “That’s good. She already made up her mind that she wont be marrying the King so if that doesn’t prove her loyalty to you then I don’t know what will.” For once I broke my gaze from (Y/n) to look at Seok Hyeon with evident shock, “She said that?” To which he nodded at, staring intensively into my own eyes, “She told me that after her fourth encounter with you. She is extremely fond of you. You know if you end up hurting her I will kill you.” I chuckle at his threat, “I wouldn’t dream of hurting her, ever.” “I’m serious. I will kill you…excruciatingly slowly and painfully. Like I will skin you piece by piece,” Seok Hyeon explains never breaking eye contact. I was glad that (Y/n) has someone like him to watch over her, she was strong and smart but it put me at ease knowing that there will always be Seok Hyeon closely beside her to protect her if I wasn’t there. If she ever needed protecting that is, everyone here knows she’s deadly with her bare hands, let alone with a blade. Well maybe everyone but Han Sung as I could see how excited he was on the field to show (Y/n) some of his moves. “Look (Y/n)! I will teach you this move next!” The young Hwarang will exclaim before presenting some very off technique slash, which would then follow a, “Oh what if we did this instead? I think it would be much cooler!” (Y/n) would add just as excitedly. Call me blinded by love but she was absolutely perfect no matter what light you shine on her there was no imperfection to be seen. I didn’t even realize that they stopped sparring until the Princess started walking towards me. No wait towards Seok Hyeon. I wasn’t upset or anything. “Seyeo! Do you mind if you could go get Han Sung some jerky from town for doing so great?” She asks with a hand on Seok Hyeon’s shoulder, which he immediately accepts and gets up. Now that he was gone I look up from my seated position to see her smiling at me, “What’s up with your face?” “W-What’s wrong with my face?” I nervously ask attempting to cover it with my long sleeves which caused her to giggle and pull my hand away. “You look bothered, Ji Dwi.” Which I immediately reply with, “Why does he have a cute nickname?” (Y/n) snorts and slaps me upside the head, “Don’t be like that…my King~” she sings planting a soft kiss onto my cheek. I could hear my blood pumping in my ears and my heart skipping a beat at what she just called me. I couldn’t even reply as she quickly gets up and returns to help with Han Sung’s training. If only she knew the weight of her words.

Normal POV

Now knowing Han Sung’s strengths it was easy to help him hone into techniques that he could naturally execute. To be very honest I was just as out of breath as he was, “Do you want to take a break Han Sung?” He excitedly shakes his head with a gigantic grin plastered on his face, “No I’m having so much fun! We can take a break once Seok Hyeon is back with the jerky!” I return his smile genuinely happy that he was finally getting into the spirit of sword fighting and finding his confidence, “Okay, that sounds like a plan!”

Practice ensued for probably half an hour more before Seyeo returned with a large parchment of jerky, probably enough to fill up the entire Hwarang. Sitting under the shade of a tree I asked Han Sung to start unpacking the food while I went to invite Ji Dwi over to join us. To my surprise he had plans, “Sorry, I have to go see someone. But I will see you in the evening okay?” I frown but nodded nonetheless, “Okay…sorry that I didn’t get to spend more time with you on your day off.” He chuckles at that and combs my hair back with his long slender fingers, “Don’t be sorry. You were working hard with Han Sung. Enjoy the rest of your day, I’ll see you tonight.” Reluctantly I pull away from his embrace to allow him to go on about his day, “Bye be safe, okay?” To which he nodded with that charming smile. By the time I made it back to Han Sung he was already happily enjoying his share of jerky. I plop down beside him in the shade, safe away from the blazing afternoon sun. It was a nice comfortable silence that enveloped us, so I was quite taken aback when Han Sung spoke up suddenly. “Thank you for helping me,” he shyly smiles scratching his cheek, “I know you were just trying to help me and it makes me really happy.” It’s not even an understatement if I said that my heart just about exploded. “Han Sung…it’s no problem at all. I wanted to help you. I don’t like seeing you upset over something so trivial like sword fighting.” He pulls a funny face, something between a pout and a smile, “Can I tell you a secret?” I quietly nod and he sighs, nibbling on his jerky. “I wished I was born a half blood instead of my brother.” My heart swells up at his confession, “May you tell me the reason why?” “He’s great at everything unlike me…but he isn’t allowed to do anything because of his blood. While I have the blood but I’m useless I can’t do anything right. Maybe if he was the true blood our family’s lineage wouldn’t disappear. God knows it’s going to end with me.” “Oi! You aren’t allowed to speak of yourself like that!” I scolded with a frown, “You will succeed if you keep trying hard and so will your brother! I promise, once I take my throne I will remove all hierarchy and allow anyone to work at the palace as long as they are passionate and hard working. Please continue to try your hardest with your brother, the time will come very soon.” Han Sung’s face lights up, “Wow so cool!” I laugh and pat his head gently, “No…it’s the right thing to do and about time. Blood shouldn’t decipher what an individual can or cannot do. Their actions should be accounted not something that no one has control over, like blood lineage.” He male hums with a closed eye smile, “I can’t wait for you to rule then. Serving you would be really fun with my brother, (Y/n).” I tut at that, “Silly, you won’t be serving me. We are equals, friends even. I just wish for everyone to work along side one another…no serving of any sorts.” “Ji Dwi is very lucky to have you love him (Y/n),” Han Sung suddenly states changing the topic. “J-Ji Dwi?” He hums with a nod in approval, “Although the King would miss out on someone like you, you make Ji Dwi very happy and he’s usually like a rock.” I laugh at that, “Like a rock?” Han Sung nods and joins in with the laughter. “I’m glad you are feeling better, Han Sung. Shall we continue to train for the days coming?” The male nods happily, “I would love that!” “Alright then. Just on one condition, always try your best.” With that we sealed our deal with our pinkies.

Sam Maek POV

Even though it was tempting to stay with (Y/n) and Han Sung I couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling I had that I needed to talk to my mother. Although our talks usually end up fruitless I still found myself trying to reason with her anyways. I walk into the empty throne room to see her perched on her throne…my throne. “Sam Maek, what are you doing here?” she asks surprised at my random visit, “It’s still light outside someone can see you.” “Mother, I wasn’t happy with you trying to marry me off to one of the Princesses, but I made my decision,” I say ignoring her previous inquiries. Mother chuckles softly covering her mouth, “Oh Sam Maek…” she coos getting up from her seat. She started talking again once she walked up to me, “You never had a choice as to whom you were going to marry.” She says with knotted eyebrows but I knew her enough to know that there was no concern behind her actions. “Then why did you bring Princess (Y/n) here if you wanted me to marry my sister.” She smiles shaking her head, “I honestly thought she would just make Princess Sook Myung look even better, besides a friendship to guarantee an alliance with Goguryeo is intelligent. I’m surprised that you could take a liking to someone like Princess (Y/n).” My blood started to boil but I knew I had to keep my anger at bay, “Emotions aside, marrying Princess (Y/n) makes perfect sense. It creates a stronger alliance with the Kingdom of Goguryeo. Your narrow minded decisions has lead Silla to being the smallest of the three Kingdoms.” Mother furrows her eyebrows and reaches out a hand to cup my cheek, “Get rid of such silly thoughts regarding Princess (Y/n). It’s not going to happen. You are to marry Princess Sook Myung and it’s not up for discussion.” I turn my head away from her touch, it felt toxic, “For my entire life I obeyed your every order, however this time I cannot follow through of what you ask of me. You can send me away again, isolate me, deprive me of my throne, but you will not take her away from me.”

The walk back to the Hwarang house took longer than it should have, maybe because I took my time thinking about the event that just unfolded. The talks with Mother were usually like this but I felt uneasy that I told her so much about my feelings. She was controlling and consumed by fear which makes the most dangerous of people. “I missed you!” The sweet voice I learned to love called out. I look up from the ground to see a small blur running towards me, instantaneously engulfing me into a bone crushing hug. “I know you were only gone for only a few hours but I missed you already…can we go to Okta together? A bunch of the Hwarang are going!” she grins up at me excitedly. I gaze into her large round eyes and I found myself smiling as well, “I will accompany you anywhere, but I think it’s better if we stay inside tonight if that’s alright with you.” Without further questioning she nods contently and pulls me along to the small pond located at the back of the Hwarang house. I lower myself and sat down on the rocky surface beside the water, “Come here,” I softly coo pulling her into my lap. She quietly snuggles herself into my hanbok and rests her cheek against my shoulder.

Normal POV

Being so cozy and warm I started to drift off, but the nagging feeling regarding how strangely Ji Dwi was acting tugged at the back of my mind. “You know if something is bothering you Ji Dwi, you can tell me. I’m here to listen.” He momentarily remains silent threading his slender fingers through my locks, it took a few seconds of silence before he collected his thoughts and found his words, “I’m alright…just promise me one thing, okay?” I lift my face away from his neck to clearly into his face, it was obvious that something was tugging at the back of his head as well, “That really depends on the promise. If I can’t keep it I won’t lie to you.” He chuckles at that, “What I ask of you is quite simple, I wish for you to stay on Hwarang property. If you leave I will personally accompany you. That’s all I ask.” His proposal was strange indeed. It wasn’t something he would usually say, especially since he clearly knows how capable I am of protecting myself. “I have to be accompanied by you? Not even Seok Hyeon?” I inquire causing Ji Dwi to immediately nod his head, “I know you are capable of protecting yourself but I need you to do this for me. Please.” I silently nod, wrapping my arms around his now relaxed form, “Thank you (Y/n).” He strokes my back in slow circles, relaxing me enough to doze off.

I lost count of time, only realizing that it’s evening when the sun started to set into the horizon. Pulling back from Ji Dwi I stretch popping multiple joints, and I groan contently at the shift of tight muscles in my back. “Sorry I fell asleep,” I groggily chuckle getting off his probably now numb lap. Ji Dwi softly smiles, “That’s alright. I don’t mind being your pillow if that means that you are well rested.” I scoff with a shy smile in response, “No matter how sweet that was it was also excruciatingly cheesy.” Holding out my hand Ji Dwi takes it and pulls himself up and I was definitely correct about his legs being numb. The next second I knew we were both tumbling into the pond screaming, although the screaming didn’t last long as loud hearty laughter took over almost instantly. “You should’ve seen your face!” I exclaim pinching his cheek between by thumb and index. A mischievous glint sparkled in his chocolate brown eyes, before I could warn him not to he scooped water into his hands and splashed my face with it. “Bleh! Don’t you guys clean your bloody laundry with this water?” I spat but it was fruitless as he ignored my complaint and legitimately showered me. “Oh you’re on!” I growl tackling him into the pond where he slips and ended up pulling me along with him. “I’m soaking wet thanks to you!” I frown, “I just took a shower a few hours ago too…” “Come then let’s go take one together,” he winks cheekily causing a loud gasp to leave my wide hanging jaw, “Aish! Ji Dwi ah you can’t just say those things!” I stutter evidently flustered by his dirty teasing. He chuckles softly, caressing my cheek with the pad of his thumb, “You are so innocent it’s adorable.” “What? No!” I shake my head vigorously, “It’s all your fault for thinking such impure thoughts!” Throwing the blame onto him I cover my flushed face with the now wet sleeves of my hanbok. “Well we are going to get married no? Won’t we do so eventually? I’m just suggesting a head start,” he smiles innocently and I shake my head with a tut, “Please say you are joking!” Ji Dwi chuckles and leans forward, planting a soft warm kiss onto my forehead, “I’m just teasing. You are so easily flustered it’s quite precious.” I shake my head stubbornly never once breaking the intensive eye contact from him, “I’m not easily flustered! I am a proper Princess who is aloof and wears a face of unchanging stone!” “That sounds like something you can read from a scroll in etiquette lessons given from your mother or nanny.” “Well…you’re not wrong,” I burst out laughing and it was music to my ears when he joined in.

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After taking a shower, alone, I must add. I snuggle into my mattress with Ji Dwi closely beside me. “Are you really going to stay the night with me?” I ask hopefully which he nods in confirmation, “You mentioned this earlier on the day that you wanted to wake up every morning like this.” I nod contently holding him close to my body as did he to mine. “Can you tell me stories about yourself so I can fall asleep listening to your voice?” I ask closing eyes. His index finger drew circles into my shoulder blade while he pondered, “There’s nothing really interesting about me. How about I tell you about my favourite story that I heard growing up?” Without opening my eyes I nod and snuggled closer into his chest so that my ear was pressed against his chest, so close that I could hear his even breathes and the strong beat of his heart.  

There was once a boy who was born with powers. Powers that allowed him to do whatever he wanted and everyone had to listen to him. His mom didn’t want him because of that so she sent him very far away where his powers couldn’t touch her. Growing up he never knew love or where he belonged as he never had a home. One day he finally decided to embrace his powers and return home. When he went home he finally met the girl that showed him what love meant. Even though he kept his powers hidden he ended up getting many killed just by getting near them, so he’s terrified that he will hurt her one day. Despite the paranoia he opened his heart to her much against his mother’s wishes. He finally found happiness and he was terrified.

 

Throughout the story I could feel his heartbeat quicken and in all honesty it made me curious, “Was that by any chance a real story?” I quietly ask and he shook his head with a light chuckle, “Of course not. It’s just a story I heard growing up.” I nod thoughtfully and in relief, “That’s good…I don’t know what I would do if that was really happening to someone. That’s so sad.” “What would you do if it was true?” Humming in deep thought I tightened my hold on him, “I would hug him sooo tightly!” Ji Dwi hugs me just as tightly, “You have a good heart.” For all my life I always heard that from others but I never really understood what made me different from the rest, “No I’m only human…I don’t understand why people always tell me that. Doesn’t it make sense though? Why treat someone poorly based on circumstances that they were born with. They can’t help it!” Ji Dwi pats my head in a soothing manner attempting to calm me down, I don’t understand why my emotions were bursting left and right I was usually pretty good at holding it in. Maybe the talk with Han Sung earlier made me feel more defensive about the topic. “Having a good heart should be the norm but it isn’t. That is why you are praised (Y/n). We need more people like you in this world. Especially those who will be leaders,” he explains warmly caressing my (h/c) locks, his voice cracks, “I need people like you in this world.”

“I shall make a promise with you like I did with Han Sung, once I take my throne I will make it all right. I’m going to destroy the True Bone hierarchy, it’s only good for dividing people within a Kingdom and we don’t need that when true success is where everyone is equal,” taking a deep breath I continued, “Does that sound promising?” Ji Dwi never gave me a verbal response but the sealing of our lips meant much more than a ‘yes’. “How can you just break away from traditions so easily? Don’t you fear the results in doing so?” He questions showing his genuine concern but peaking interest to my proposal. “There is nothing more to fear than the injustice that is ruling our every action and thought. I will take the risk of being hated and threatened to make my Kingdom right.” Ji Dwi nods satisfied with my answer, “Very well, then I’ll be there with you every step of the way to make that happen.” “Then I cannot be anymore sure that everything will work out with you by my side!”

I wasn’t sure when I accidently drifted to sleep but when I opened my eyes it was already bright out. That was strange that I ended up sleeping until this late, the sun was already high up in the sky. What was even stranger was that Ji Dwi didn’t wake me up…and importantly Seyeo who never let me sleep past two hours after sun rise. Over sleeping I was groggy but I needed to get ready to help Han Sung with sword fighting, and hopefully be able to get a quick meal in before that. Throwing on a navy blue hanbok and some gold accented embellishments I quickly left my single room, no matter how much I didn’t want to admit it I wanted to dress better to impress Ji Dwi even though it was silly. He would never care about such materialistic factors but nonetheless it made me happy to wear nicer clothes once in a while. Running into the dinning hall I quickly grab a steamed bun before joining the last few minutes of the intensive sword training. My eyes caught Ji Dwi glancing over to me so I waved gleefully at him which he responded with a small smile and a nod. When they ended I quickly joined Han Sung to keep up with my promise. What I didn’t expect was his dramatic pouty face, and that he didn’t voice his problems immediately. “W-What’s wrong Han Sung?” I nervously ask dipping my head to get a better view of his face. He whines with scrunched up features, “You weren’t here to watch me at practice! I was so good!” I laugh whole heartedly in relief that he wasn’t upset over something serious, “I’m sorry Han Sung, I slept in. I’ll watch you tomorrow okay? I promise.” He raises a brow and holds out his pinky finger, “Promise?” “Promise.”

After practice Han Sung mentioned jerky and that’s when I realized that I haven’t seen Seyeo all morning. Which was very odd since he was usually always by my side unless I was with Ji Dwi. Slightly concerned was an understatement I searched the entire Hwarang house for my best friend to no luck. Even asking around no one had a clue to where he went. Sighing in defeat I returned back to my temporary room to collect my thoughts that were spewing with, very unlikely, but worse case scenarios regarding the mysterious disappearance of Seyeo.

Plopping down by the small table I noticed a small envelop on the usually empty surface. Cautiously I opened the envelop to reveal a folded note that held two sentences that immediately caused my blood to run ice cold. If you want him back in one piece go to the Inn. Fear not, every hour you make me wait I will send a piece of him back to you so you won’t be lonely. I couldn’t hear my surroundings as my quickening pulse drowned out any sound in my ears. Scrunching the note I threw it back onto the table along with all the accessories I wore. I was going in for a fight regardless of this person’s intentions, there would be no room for treaty after having the nerve to send me such a letter. Strapping on two swords at my hip I didn’t waste any time dashing out of the Hwarang house. There was a nagging at the back of my brain saying that I should’ve told someone, someone like Ji Dwi but I didn’t have time to dwell on it as I already weaved my way through half of the capital nearing the Inn. Out of breath I made it to the entrance, it was hard to calm down as anxiety took over. What a waited for me on the other side of the paper wall? I just prayed that Seyeo was in one piece and alive. Taking deep breaths I wrap my hand around the hilt of one of my swords and it instantly evened out my ragged breaths. With both swords in hand I slammed the door open with the hilt of my sword stepping in and I saw red, literally. A ceramic pot collided with my temple and blood quickly bled down into my vision. With my impaired I blindly waved my sword, allowing me to slash my assaulter’s arm. It was hard to process anything with a blurring vision but I could make out a bounded Seyeo on the ground. “Let him go,” I order pointing my sword at the man who stood behind him as he drew his sword and held it against Seyeo’s throat. “Drop your weapon or I’ll drop his head,” he hisses. I was reluctant to, of course, I was a fighter and I wasn’t one to be cornered helpless. But I instantly dropped my swords when Seyeo winced when the blade at his neck dug into his skin. Instantly I was shoved into the ground by the man I attacked earlier, successfully smacking my injured forehead into the ground. I held back my scream and took deep breaths, I had to collect myself, if I let fear consume me now I would be useless to Seyeo. With my cheek pressed against the ground I steal a glance at him and I was relieved that he wasn’t missing any body parts. Our eyes lock momentarily and he whispers, “You shouldn’t have came.” “And you shouldn’t have gotten kidnapped you idiot,” I spat back. We could’ve continued to bicker for another ten years but we both fell silent when the sliding door opened.

Biting my lip I raise my head and sat up straight, trying my best to ignore the plitter platter of blood droplets on the hardwood ground that continuously oozed out of my head. “Sorry I had to do that, I know it would be hard to keep you still if you didn’t suffer a serious injury,” a familiar voice coos. A soft hand lifted my chin and there was the Queen in all her glory. “What’s the meaning of this?” I ask evenly and she smiles her usual smile that never reaches her eyes. “My son wants to marry you and I can’t have that. He insists that he will follow you to the end of the world so the only way I could think of to solve this issue is to remove you, completely.” I scoff with a light chuckle, “That is absurd, I never met the man.” The Queen tilts my head side to side which really didn’t help with my pounding headache, “I really don’t see what he sees in you Princess…no Queen (Y/n).” I smack her hand away and instantly I felt cold steel against my neck, “And I demand you to let me and my servant go.” It was the Queens turn to laugh, “That’s where I have the upper hand. He’s not your servant, he’s like a brother to you,” she waves her hand and one of the men swung his sword towards Seyeo’s neck. I scream and grasp onto her hands, “No please! I’ll do anything. Just kill me he has nothing to do with this. Send him back home, he won’t tell anyone about this. He will say that I got sick and passed…just…don’t hurt him.” The sword never met with Seyeo’s neck and hot tears streamed down my face in relief, I could see him in my peripheral and he was shaking his head begging for me to just leave him. I close my eyes so I couldn’t see his tears, I never seen him cry before and I didn’t want to now. “I offer you my head, hang it up wherever you please. Just promise me that you won’t hurt him.” The Queen smiles, “Of course, I’m understanding. Just be good for me and I won’t hurt him. But I warn you, pull anything and his head will hit the floor faster than you can beg.” Gazing at her unwavering face I nod and sit up confidently, “I understand.” “However,” she starts, “Since you caused me so much trouble I won’t kill you so easily.” I silently stare into her eyes as she tugged at my hanbok causing the fabric to slide off my shoulders, “My son always listens to me, and it upsets me that he will ignore my orders for someone like you.” I grasp the fabric against my chest to keep it closed, trying to save the little dignity I had left. Seyeo pleads for the Queen to stop when she held a whip in her hand. “Please your Majesty, can he leave the room before we start?” Without an answer she flicks the whip, surprising me when the skin on my back split. I squeeze my eyes shut, biting my lip. Not allowing me to catch a breath she threw back her whip and slashed again. I grit my teeth, refusing to show weakness, refusing to cry or scream. By the sixth slash I felt light headed, by the tenth I started to shake but I still refused cower away. She stops for a moment, “Why aren’t you afraid?” Sitting up right once more I try to speak evenly, “I don’t fear death, the only fear I have is to see people like you rule.” I say lifting my head and turning slightly so that I could see her fuming face, I smirk at her, unwavering as she brought her whip down once more. Out of anger she grabs the discarded sword from the ground and brings it over her head. Spitting out the blood that collected in my throat I smirk up at her once more, “People who live in fear are the most dangerous. And you are the perfect example of that your Majesty. I feel sorry for Silla and it’s faceless King.”

She lowers the blade and I finally allowed fear to consume me, I closed my eyes.

Metal clacked against metal, the final blow never came.

“Mother.”


Read part 3 the final part here!

Ffxv more drabbles

Another one when thinking of Prompto. You know it bothers me that Brotherhood didnt have Promptos freckles. Since theyre such a part of him. I almost refuse to accept something that doesnt have Proms freckles. Its also why I hate his playarts figure.

Promptos freckles must be protected!

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“Shit! Shit shit shit!”


As he yelled out, Prompto dropped down to his knees, his gun flickering out of sight. This was not the time for this.


Not when they were in the middle of a battle.


“Hey Prom! What’s the matter? Drop something? Can it wait?” Gladio said it almost conversationally, but with a hint of snark. Above them a bird swooped down on them and it was only thanks to Nocts magnificent warping skills that the bird was cut down and not digging its talons in the kneeling blond’s head.


“Prompto this really isn’t the time!” Nocts voice was less easy going, more exasperated. Really in fights like this, aside from his warping and Ignis’ magic, Promptos gunfire was a key in the battle going swimmingly. Gladio had his shield out to act as the defense, considering his great sword couldn’t even hit these birds unless they managed to get stunned.


Which is why Ignis’ fingers were crackling with the lightning magic stone he was on the verge of releasing into the fray. But he wouldn’t when Prompto was on his knees digging in the grass like that.


“Guys I just…! I can't…! Fuck it! Nevermind let’s do this!” and the blond jumped back up, wiping the grass and dirt off his cargo pants and he whipped his gun back out and Noct sighed a ‘good, finally.’


After that the battle ended smoothly. Gladio ran his sword through the last stunned bird, counting their blessings.


“What happened back there Prom?”


The blond squeaked, his face flushed. “I… Uh. I lost a contact.”


What?


“I could feel it shifting when that bird knocked me over before… And then before I knew it I felt it fall out and… and so I tried to find it before someone stepped on it!”


“If it fell in the dirt you wouldn’t want to put it back in your eye though would you?” Noct always sounded so level headed and reasonable. He clapped his hand on his friends back. “C’mon. You have another pair right?”


“Yeah but… those were supposed to last me the rest of the month…”


“These things happen,” Ignis consoled. “Let’s get back to the car. Until we reach a rest station, do you need your glasses?”


Prompto rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah my glasses are in my bag in the car…”


“You wear glasses?” Gladio felt dumbfounded. Was he the only one who didn’t know Prompto wore glasses?


The other three just stared at the larger man as if he grew another head.


Prompto whined. “Ugh lets just go back! My eyes are killing me!”


They trudged back through the high grass to their convertible sitting in the empty parking lot. Making sure the road was empty, Prompto ran across the street to grab his bag out of the front passenger seat. Ignis offered him some hand sanitizer out of his own bag when Prompto went to use his dirty hands to remove his other contact from his other eye. Prompto laughed awkwardly and thanked the man.


Gladio stood beside Noct as the two blonds fussed about and Prompto found the small plastic case deep in his bag that most likely held his glasses. Gladio always assumed that it was for his sunglasses…


“Has he always worn glasses?”


Noct snorted. “He used to, when we were younger. By the time we were in high school though he started wearing contacts.”


“Oh?” Gladio was interested in hearing the story.


“Yeah. Something about it easier for when he runs. And he can feel more connected to his camera without his glasses in the way.” The dark haired youth nodded. “I get it. Glasses sliding down my nose all the time would drive me crazy. I don’t know how Specs does it.”


Gladio glanced back over at the two men by the car and saw Prompto with thin gold frameless glasses propped on his nose. He was laughing at something Ignis had said and his flushed cheeks stood out even more in the light, his freckles more pronounced.


“He looks like such an adorable nerd doesn’t he?” the snark was palpable in Nocts voice as he teased. Gladio sent him a glare but didn’t say anything. Denying it would only make the prince tease more. He knew that.


“Let’s get back to town so we can turn in that hunt.”


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Noct is a little shit and I love it.

PLL 7x15 REVIEW

YAY we are back! Tonight’s episode was alright but had an amazing director. I really hope episodes keep building up from here till the end.

1. Caleb Rivers hasn’t been on my screen for three weeks now, if someone could return him home to Hanna, that would be awesome.

2. “Do you two want to be left alone?” I ship the game and Mona. Everyone deserves someone to look at them the way Mona does with that game board.

3. Mary Drake needs to get her butt back to Rosewood to finish up her long drawn out story line. Also give us the dirt on Peter “cant keep it in his pants” Hastings, my guess is Peter is actually the father of Emison’s baby.

4. Peter actually fathered all of us.

5. Speaking of one of the worst story lines that they are trying to make romantic, Alison is keeping the baby.

6. AND Alison kind of came out to PAIGE?

7. OH AND PAIGE, just because you knocked and a door is unlocked doesn’t mean you can just welcome yourself in. Creep.

8. Paige looking over Alison was the creepiest part of this episode.

9. But I got to give it to her, she saw the terrible story line the writers were going with and left the show.

10. Hanna imagines her babies with Caleb, no big deal.

11. Spencer and Wren were fighting? I know people are going to use this as a Spencer has a twin clue and I’m upset because I really don’t want a twin. It would almost be as bad as when Sydney tried to be AD for 10 seconds and failed. By the way Sydney is probably dead by now, terrible acting job she did.

12. Wren was back, literally shook Ezra’s hand and was gone.

13. Speaking of the asshole, Ezra was being really weird tonight?

14. I’m thinking Nicole is code for something AD related because Ezra isn’t just a normal guy, he is a stalker and freak who creeps on teenage girls for a “book”.

15. By the way was Ezra wearing an earpiece?

16. Aria was amazing calling him on his shit. Honestly Ezra is blaming everyone but himself. Aria deserves a lot better…

17. Aria also need to stop helping AD, SHE IS LITERALLY TELLING AD EVERYTHING?

18. “Are you Lucas?” You think AD is going to be like “Heck yeah I’m Lucas, you got me!”

19. NO

20. ALSO Hanna imagines her babies with Caleb, SHE THINKS THEY WILL MAKE CUTE BABIES! But its no big deal.

21. The Facetime calls with AD being Aria were so disturbing?

22. AD is one needy person though, imagine being one of his/her helpers.

23. You never miss one of AD’s calls, as Aria misses like 20 calls.

24. AD didn’t really think it through picking Aria to be a helper, if she see’s Ezra, that’s all she will focus on.

25. “Lucas’s Loft is probably bugged” YOU THINK?

26. “Lucas is a nice guy” the more you know Hanna, the more you know.

27. I think the writers are going down the Lucas killed Charlotte path which at least will prove his shady “nice guy” act was all fake.

28. But I’m not giving up on the Lucas is AD train.

29. Lucas also sold the factory and crushed my poor Hanna.  To make matters worse she still has to play the game aka Monas new interest.

30. Mona is too good for this show.

31. OH MY GOD and the comic book! Lucas was part of or in the dollhouse! 100%!

32. Hanna and Emily dramatically narrating the comic book. If it ever gets made into a movie I think Hanna and Emily should get a role.

33. Mona is going to die this season. I can feel it.

34. Spencer used Rollins (he has like 12 different names I don’t know if there is one I’m supposed to call him by officially?) card that night when she bought drinks and signed for them. Didn’t we all think that though?

35. She also told Marco she was burying a body. Smooth move Spencer.

36. Marco followed Spencer to the lost woods, then waited in his car for 58 minutes. Don’t tell him it was an hour, because it was exactly 58 minutes.

37. Marco is one smart detective, I got to give him that. We have never seen someone ACTUALLY solve something in Rosewood.

38. Speaking of solving things do the cops even care about who killed Charlotte?

39. Caleb is out of town with Toby because he just lost his wife. But now watch Toby come back and be 3000% okay and just start dating Spencer. WE ALL KNOW ITS COMING.

40. WHERE IS JENNA? IS SHE LOST? IM WORRIED ABOUT HER. Lol not really.

41. DID I MENTION HALEB BABIES YET? BECAUSE HANNA WANTS THEM.

42. The promo for 7x16 show Lucas getting his shady ass caught. BUT remember not to believe half the stuff he says, cause he is a LIAR.

43. He also tells Hanna the reason she was tortured. WHAT A LOVELY GUY…

44. OH AND CALEB IS BACK NEXT WEEK TO FILL MY HALEB HEART.

AD SUSPECTS

Ezra Fitz- just an all around terrible human and is sketchy, but whats new.

Spencer’s twin- PLEASE NO. PLEASEEEEE no twins.

Lucas “Why wont Hanna love me? Is it because I watch her sleep?”- Just another fake person on the show and is going to get called out on it.

Wren- I honestly don’t think he is AD, I just love him<3

Aria and Ezra- Really weird conversations tonight.

Till next week! BYEEE

pastry prince | wen junhui

sorry for the lack of activity from me because I’ve been writing but not posting it ?? oh well I’m really into the prince AU and I’m gonna post a soulmate AU soon which I’m excited for. If you guys do like the prince AU’s could you leave something in our ask box for a member you want next? That would be great.

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Wen Junhui, a fairly well known prince across the lands. With his charm, good looks, and his ability to run a kingdom makes all the men and women swoon over him. Like any other prince in the nearby kingdoms he can be quite oblivious about people and his surroundings, but it wasn’t entirely his fault. As it drew closer to his coronation day for when he becomes the king he has been stressed with his duties he must fulfill. At times he is perceived as harsh and cold only because of his feeling of being overwhelmed.

As a child and even now he enjoys either being outside, resting, or eating to feel less overwhelmed. Often times he would ask the bakers in the royal kitchen to make him pastries and they comply because even the staff doesn’t like seeing Jun overwhelmed and it was also their job to do so.

He sat at a desk in one of the empty rooms and his hand started to ache after countless hours of writing. Prince Jun rested an elbow in the desk as he leaned his hand on his palm. A loud sigh escaped his mouth as his head slipped from his palm and hit the desk with his forehead.

“Are you alright, Your Highness?” Startled from the sudden voice he quickly stood to his feet and looked at the door way.

You stood there with a concerned look as you held proper posture. By the way you were heavily breathing he assumed you ran to him, which was what you did. Jun’s eyes grew unnoticeably wide as he saw your figure. He had never seen you around the palace before and and this was your first encounter with the prince. You slightly bow and return to your normal posture. “Is there anything I could help you with, Your Highness?” You asked a second time.

At this moment he had a million thoughts that rushed to his head that all pertained to you. He was curious to who you were, why he hadn’t seen you before, and how could one being be so stunning. “W-what’s your name?” Jun blurted out without answering your question.

“Y/N. My name is Y/N.” You replied in a proper tone. He takes a few quick seconds to scan your figure to understand what was your occupation in the palace. The first thing he assumed was that you were one of the bakers that worked in the royal kitchen. Jun sat in his chair and turned his attention to his work.

“Prepare a batch of muffins and bring them to me once finished.” He commanded in a lower tone than the tone that asked you for your name. You raised your eyebrows and blinked your eyes multiple times.

“Pardon me, sir?” You responded. Jun realized the harshness of his command and turns to face you.

“I didn’t mean to sound like a brat. You’re one of the royal bakers and usually different foods help with relieving stress so I wanted to ask if you could please make-” You interrupted him mid-sentence with a bow.

“That shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll make them now.” You escorted yourself out of the room, but his eyes followed you with each step you took. To simply put it; he was mesmerized. With each word that you spoke to the way you had proper etiquette made you stand out from other royal staff members and even other men and women in the kingdom. Jun continued to stare at the doorway awaiting your arrival and neglecting his work.

As for you, your feet were walking at a quick pace towards the kitchen and ordered the chefs to make what the prince requested. Without a moment to spare the other bakers in the kitchen prepared and made at a rapid pace. Once finished you returned to where Jun was and entered the room. His eyes averted their gaze as you entered the room, once again focusing on the work he had.

Everyday after that encounter he always asked for you to bake him something whether it be small pastries for when he’s working on something stressful or a small plate of cookies when he tends to his private garden. Jun would use it as an excuse to see you as often as he could. Whenever you walked in the doors his mood would immediately brighten and you could see it, but never questioned it.

Jun would try to convince you to stay with him and enjoy the cakes or cookies you would bring. Many times you’re too busy with other duties in the castle, but the times you did stay with him made Jun the happiest. The two of you, without other staff members knowing, would just talk for hours about the smallest things. He would say the most funniest and weirdest things just to see you laugh and for you to stay a bit longer.

This lasted everyday for weeks, even months and it made him the happiest person in the world. Then out of the blue you stopped coming. You didn’t bring him the pastries he wanted and he could see the face that made his day better. Everyday he wondered where you could have gone.

‘Did Y/N get fired?’

‘Is Y/N just busy baking for the castle?’

‘Does Y/N not want to see me anymore?’

A million thoughts ran through his head. He was worried that you didn’t like him and didn’t want to see him or that you were kicked out of the castle. So many scenarios came to his head throughout the day to the point where it was affecting how he slept. He couldn’t take it anymore and decided to go search for you.

The handsome prince ran to each room searching high and low for any trace of you. He looked in the library and the private gardens where the two of you would talk for hours. As he sprinted down the hallway he ran into one of the chefs of the castle who was startled at first.

“You know all the people who work in the kitchen, right?” Jun asked the chef feeling out of breath.

The chef nodded his head. “Yes I do, your majesty.”

Jun sighed in relief. “Then do you know Y/N, one of the bakers?” The chef tilted his head in confusion. Jun described everything about you; the way you dress, your physical appearance, and your wonderful personality. He would ramble on about you and the chef found it amusing yet charming.

“I think you are mistaken.” The chef interrupted him. The prince stared at him in a confused way because of his bold statement. “Y/N isn’t a baker here in the castle. Try near the armory.”

The prince stared at the chef blankly and processed what he heard. He bowed slightly and sprinted to where he suggested; the armory. Jun ran out of the front of the castle and slowed down his pace as he approached the armory. The sound of grunting and swords clashing together was all around. He turned the corner and his eyes widened.

The first thing he laid his eyes was you. The image of you with messy hair and dirt covered pants was all he saw, as well as the silver sword that was in your hand. You were practicing sword techniques with one of the other royal guards in preparation for a battle.

A smiled appeared on his face when he finally saw you after months without contact. The prince approached you, but kept his head down so not many others would recognize him. Your practice session ended and he quickly made his way to you. Just as you were about to leave he reached out to your arm and pulled you away.

You were confused to who was dragging you until you realized it was the prince. You followed his quick pace around the corner of the armory where no one else saw the two of you. Once he let go of your arm you were about to ask what was wrong with him, but you didn’t have the chance.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Jun cupping your face with his hands and kissed you softly on the lips. You stayed neutral, though inside you felt like melting where you stood. You kissed him back slightly enjoying this brief, but sweet moment.

Jun pulled away and grabbed a hold of both of your shoulders, looking you in the eye. “Where the hell have you been, Y/N?” He asked worryingly. “Out of the blue you stopped showing up and I couldn’t find you anywhere. I thought you were fired, or you just didn’t want to see me.”

You sighed and looked down. “I’m sorry that I left without saying anything. I had other duties that I needed to focus on-”

“And why did you lie about being a baker?” You stood there frozen for a moment and tried to avoid eye contact. “I know that you aren’t a baker. Who are you?”

You sighed and look back at Jun. “Yes, you are right. I’m not one of the royal bakers, but I was surprised that you didn’t know who I was.” Jun tilted his head in confusion and blinked his eyes a couple times. “I’m one of the two marshals in your kingdom’s military.” Jun’s eyes grew wide as he stared at you confused.

“So why didnt you tell me? Why did you come everyday with pastries even if you weren’t a baker?”

Your sad expression quickly turned to a soft smile. “You assumed I was one the first time I met you and I was going to correct you, but you looked so stressed that I just followed along. I saw how happy you were every time I brought a muffin or cookies or a small cake, and it made me happy as well.” The prince looked at you with a soft expression.

Jun stared at you for another moment and pulled you close to his chest. “You don’t understand, Y/N. I was so worried. I was concerned if you were fired. I was nervous that you were purposefully avoiding me. Don’t go again, please.”

You nodded again and wrapped your arms around the prince. “I promise. I’m not going to leave you.”

Jealous.

Originally posted by lovelytheo

REQUEST: Hi I was wondering if I could request something about the reader knowing Four before Dauntless and they both go to Dauntless and become friends through training. Then when Tris comes she’s put off by our friendship? Or somethings along those lines??

FANDOM: Tobias Eaton [Divergent]

AUTHOR: MK

TAGS: none


I always did my chores as if it was a no brainer. The next thing I knew I would be doing everyone else’s work along with the help of Tobias. That’s the thing about Abnegation and I’m glad I didn’t have to wear those dull, grey uniforms no more. 

Yes, Tobias Eaton and I used to be Abnegation. We used to be the bottom of the popularity scale while Candor and Dauntless stepped over us like doormats. Yet here we are, intimidating the hell out of initiates who would cry for their mommies.

On a sunny morning of an unknown month we couldn’t keep track off, I sat by myself in the big, rusty training room. Everyone was eating their breakfast- it was 8:00 AM. I already sneaked in the kitchen to fetch me a sandwich and a bottled water and an extra sandwich and bottle for no other but Tobias- who is still not here yet. Where was he?

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Valentine’s One Shot

Bit of a one shot for Valentine’s Day. It’s super fluffy and a pinch of dirtiness (no smut but it’s a def NSFW piece!) 


                                               The Gift of a Rose

Harley wiped her eyes as the credits of the movie scrolled up the screen, Lou sat whining on his owner’s lap, licking and nuzzling her cheek with his wet nose. “Eeww, Lou! I’m fine sweetie, honestly. Mommy is crying because she’s happy for Belle and Beast because they’re all..sniff…In love…sniff…And they are….ha-a-pp-y” Harley inhales loudly as another wave of emotions pour from her, she pulls Lou into her lap further and sobs into his fur.

Harley had been sitting on the sofa watching Disney movies for the last three days, she’d seen no hind or hair of the Joker since Wednesday - since their big fight. Fights were pretty common in their relationship, they added fun, danger, lust; both sides enjoyed them when they arose as usually they always ended in great make-up sex. But not this time, this one had been different - The Joker had walked away first. The topic had been about today, Valentine’s Day, and as per usual Harley had set her heart on something special between the two of them, she’d psyched herself up to a romantic date for just them, only to be told he had plans - with the Bat.

“Always the fucking Bat with you, isn’t it? I swear one of these days I wouldn’t be surprised to find you with his cock in your mouth! You clearly prefer being man-handled by a grown man in a costume than you do in your girlfriend out of hers! Well, good news for you - enjoy your Valentine’s Day with him and every other day afterwards as I’m fucking done. I’m done fucking you.  I’m done fighting with you, I’m done fighting for you - I’ve lost this round, you win. I’m knocked out of whatever competition you’ve set up in that head of yours between me and the Bat who are constantly fighting for your attention. Don’t bother ringing the bell, he’s always the winner.”

Harley’s eyes stung as she remembered the look on his face; he stood staring at her, his nostrils pulsing as he inhaled and exhaled quickly. She recalled the way he shook his head in the gentlest of motion as he lifted his finger and pointed to her, his mouth open ready to shout back but instead he lowered it and shrugged his shoulders before turning on his heel, leaving the room and closing the door behind him - nothing had been seen or heard from him since. Harley’s heart had broken that evening, she wanted him so much to fight back, to fight for her, to prove to her she meant something to him that she was the focus of his world, that if he had to choose it would always be her. But as the clock ticked nine and there was still no sign of him she nudged Lou softly from her lap, stood up and wiped her eyes heading into the kitchen for more chocolate ice cream.

Lou and Bud lay around in the living room waiting impatiently for Harley to return to them. Lou was the first to react to the front door being opened, his hackles raised and his lips curling to a snarl - he didn’t recognise the footsteps walking through the house and approaching the kitchen. Bud jumped up from his position on the floor and joined his brother, snarling and growling with anger as they both stood in front of the kitchen door, “Hey boys, I won’t be a moment, I’m coming out no–” Harley’s voice was quickly cut off and the only sound from the house was that of scratching against the door and vicious barking from two very angry hyenas ready to attack whomever had just taken kidnapped their mommy.

~~~***~~~

Harley awoke with a groan, her head was spinning but after so much practice fighting the Bat and the number of concussions she had waded through she knew how to handle herself. After five minutes had passed of deep breathing she slowly began to open her eyes and found she was staring up at a ceiling she didn’t recognise, turning her head to look around the room gave her no clues as to where she was. Propping herself onto her elbows she inhaled deeply and began to count down from ten.

Harley closed her eyes and spoke aloud, “Last thing I remember…Think Harley, think. I was at home. Lou and Bud were with me. I’d  just eaten a tub of ice cream. There was a movie on…What was it…” Harley groaned as she flopped back onto her back, “Beauty and the Beast. So how the fuck have I ended up here?” She questioned out loud as she slowly started to push herself to her feet, her legs felt like jelly as she placed her feet onto the stone floor, yelping and pulling them back under her. “And why am I not wearing any socks!?…Or pants… Oh…Shi-” Harley quickly checked over herself, there was nothing to suggest she had been assaulted and her underwear was all in tact, her t-shirt was scuffed with dirt and her pants lay opposite sprawled across a chair next to a wooden desk.

Harley pushed herself to her feet again and tip-toed over to the desk, attempting and failing to ignore the cold surface beneath her. As she approached the desk she could see a piece of paper folded upon it, “Harley” was scribbled across in childlike handwriting, confused she grabbed the paper first, ignoring the pants though her legs were begging to be covered in their warmth. Reading the note through she gasped, her eyes filling with tears as she let the note drop slowly to the floor.

~~~ *** ~~~

Harley approached the door after hearing it unlock, pushing it open and stepping out, she shivered slightly at the crisp air as it licked her bare skin. She could hear the lively life of Gotham around her as she realised she was somewhere outside, but where, she didn’t know her eyes began darting around before they settled on a shadow where some shuffling was heard.

“Finally, you have awoken and decided to join the living again” A voice called out from the shadows behind a pillar to her side, Harley frowned and stepped forward.

“Hello? Mistah J…? Is that you?” Harley called out, trying to keep her voice steady though her nerves were shaking and her lip trembled with cold.

A large, heavy set man Harley didn’t recognise, stepped forward. “Good Evening, Miss Quinn. If you would please follow me I shall take you to where you’re expected.” He bowed at his waist and pointed towards the shadows, Harley didn’t move. “Nah-uh, I ain’t stupid Mister. Tell me where I am and what I’m doin’ here or I ain’t goin’ no-where, ya hear me!” Harley’s Brooklyn accent becoming stronger the more nervous she became, the man simply smiled at her. “Miss Quinn, I assure you there is no harm coming your way, now please - for the sake of my own neck and yours, follow me.” The man bowed at his waist again, Harley sniffed and stepped forward, “You first, I ain’ getting stabbed in the back if you’re in front of me.” The man’s smile faded with a small nod he stood up and began to walk into the depths of the shadows, Harley could make out the shape of a doorframe with a flickering light shining from beneath it a few yards ahead of them. “Where am I?” Harley asked again, the man looked over his shoulder and grinned widely, he placed his hand upon the door knob and began to open it.

Harley stepped through the door, her eyes shone with light as she took in the hundreds of candles flickering around her, the pillars had them hanging from holders, above her hung three huge diamond chandeliers, even the floor had hundreds of small tealights laid out to lead her to the centre of the room.

Harley gasped as her eyes fell upon the figure in the centre, the candle light flickering and causing shadows to cover the majority of their body. Stepping forward to gain a clearer view Harley could hear the door behind her click closed as she watched the body move closer into the light. It was the Joker in a royal blue suit - the same as the one worn by Beast in her favourite Disney movie. In his hand he held a black and red rose, he approached her and gave his most charming smile, “Happy Valentine’s Day baby! You look so good I could just eat every inch of you.”

Harley was wearing the dress the note had instructed her to. A long ballroom gown, with a strapless black bodice with red diamond shapes upon either side, sparkling with rubies cut into the material. Cascading down into shimmering waves of a ruby red sweep train, the underlining of the dress had a pattern of alternating black and red diamond shapes; very much the representation of the Harlequin. Her hair she had pulled to sit in a bun upon her head with a diamond trim she had found upon the desk, along with a wide selection of makeup. Harley had opted for ruby red lips, dark red eyeshadow - against her naturally pale complexion her features were radiant.

The Joker’s silver grin caught the candle lights and gleamed as he stepped forward, leaning to Harley’s ear he whispered, “That’s just what I plan on doing to you later” with a snake-like flick of his tongue upon her ear he stepped back in front of her as Harley desperately tried to catch her breath and calm the sheer throbbing that was taking of her whole body.

“P-P-Puddin’?”  Harley managed to whisper as she watched him take her hand, kissing the knuckles, he brought up the rose and placed it within her hands. “It’s always you, Harley. Until the last petal falls.” Harley’s eyes sparkled with glee as he spoke, though the feeling was quickly replaced with a frow - although the romantic gesture meant so much to her she knew the rose would eventually lose the final petal and unlike that within the movie, this rose wasn’t enchanted, nor the Joker a beast.

The Joker’s grin widen and he giggled softly, “Now Harley, you know I only like to see you smile, perhaps a little dance would help?”  The Joker dipped his hand into his jacket, bringing a remote from his pocket he clicked one button and suddenly music began to play from a small set of speakers that were scattered around the room. He clicked another button and the large drapes that had been hung from the ceilings fell to the floor in a crumpled heap, Harley gasped as she looked around the area again - they were on the top of the bell tower of Gotham City! Harley knew this place from previous heists, no wonder she could hear the traffic from below, they were high enough up to see the blanket of stars that currently twinkled in the night sky as the moonlight shone into their own personal candlelit heaven.

Harley’s heart soured as the Joker came towards her, pocketing the remote, he took his hand in hers and with a gentle kiss of the knuckles asked, “Tell me, Harley-girl, have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?”  

Harley felt her cheeks flush warmth with a red glow as the Joker’s arm came around her waist, his other hand taking hers within his, she could feel the gold of his rings rubbing against the softness of her skin as their fingers entwined into one. Harley brought her free hand up to rest upon his forearm, he pulled her closer towards his chest, her heartbeat racing as he took the lead and stepped into their dance. The Joker was the perfect dancer, Harley knew from previous experiences at heists where they had been dressed as guests or performers that he could dance, she just didn’t know how well until he waltzed her around the floor of the bell tower. As their steps became one, the gown flowed behind her with a rippling wave of colours, it felt luxurious upon her skin and for a few moments she forgot everyone except for her and her Prince Charming who in turn was smiling down to her.

As their song came to an end the steps of the two slowed, the Joker dipped Harley at her waist and looked deep into her eyes before he brushed his lips against hers, she could feel his smile as he leaned further into her and enveloped her lips with a kiss so strong her toes curled. “That was fun, but a little too boring for me, how about we spark things up a bit” The Joker asked as he pulled her up to a stand, his grin wide and devilish as his hand dipped back into his coat jacket and pressed the remote. The music changed quickly to Harley’s favourite song, a thumping beat of drum and bass with a Latino mix; she couldn’t help but squeal and bounce up and down in excitement as the Joker placed his hands back upon her waist and thrust her towards him so their hips became one as the music began.

Harley turned upon her heel so her back was flat against his chest, reaching up her hand she ran it through his hair. The Joker in turn brought his hand from being entwined with hers, running fingertips down her arm in a slow manner causing goosebumps to ripple upon her pale skin, his hand brushes over her naked collarbone and as it brushes against the side of her breast she gasped, the Joker’s grin nudging against her cheek bone. His hand continued to waver down her body with his spider-like touches until he placed his hand firmly upon her flat stomach, pushing himself harder against her back, she could feel his groin brushing her bum through the satin gown, its thin material offering little in protection from the heat of his body, she couldn’t hold back her delighted moan as his hot breath hitched against her ear.

As the music picks up its pace Harley swings her hips in time, seductively brushing against the Joker’s groin as she does, biting upon her bottom lip as she hears a deep throaty growl. The Joker begins to gyrate against her, his groin moving in rhythmic flow with her own. Harley turns herself to face him, their eyes meeting and the burning heat is apparent between the two as she lifts her leg to hook around his waist, the Joker supporting her with his hand under her bare thigh and the other upon her hips. He dips her low, his head following her body as he brushes his lips down her jawline, slowly down her neck before placing a gentle kiss upon her clavicle, his hot breath flowing like a river down her panting chest as he continues down towards the plunging cleavage her dress provides.

“Delicious.” The Joker grins as he blows a wisp of cool air over her breasts causing Harley to breath in sharply, his wet kiss upon her skin making her grasp his jacket tightly as her legs weakened, a shared moan escaping into the air.

The Joker pulls himself back into a standing position, his hand massaging the bare skin of Harley’s thigh as he grinds his waist against hers, she can feel he is enjoying it as much as she is. The two of them hold eye contact as he pulls her up towards him, as her foot hits the ground he begins to tango. Harley’s heart pounds to the beat of her footsteps as the Joker takes them around the rooftop again, his grip upon her strong and possessive as he leads; breathless from the sheer energy they share but also the intense heat growing through her body and pooling at her groin has her head spinning.

Finally, as the song comes to an end the Joker pushes her towards one of the stone pillars. Forcing her up against it she moans out in delight as the mix of pain from the grinding stone against her bare shoulders and the feral glare in the Joker’s eyes catches her breath again. The Joker grabs her foot and brings it up to wrap around his waist again, a lustful growl rattles through his rib-cage and direct through to her heart.

“Mmm, Harley…” The Joker pounces upon her, his kisses trailing up her neck so quick her pulse can’t keep up as he loops his tongue around her earlobe and pulls upon it gently. “I can’t wait to get you home and have you out of that dress.” Harley’s eyes roll into her head as she leans back, tilting her head to provide him as much bare skin as she can, he takes the invite covering more of her neck with bites.

One hand begins to move up the side of her dress, as he tiptoes his fingers along her side and drags them across the front of her bare shoulders from one side to another, his tongue every so often flicking at the path left behind. Bringing his hand down slowly to cup around one breast, kneading and pushing it upwards into her dress she was sure would pop with his strength as her moaning becomes louder and gasps of pleasure frequent the air. Her nipples were hard against the satin material as he pinched at one, rolling it between his fingertips she couldn’t help but cry out, his kisses upon her neck forming to a wide grin of delight.

His other hand had moved to settle upon her inner thigh creeping slowly towards the laced red thong, he loops his finger underneath and begins to tease her skin in circular motions. “This will be my tongue upon you.” He breathes into her ear, her gasping for breath now a cocktail of moaning and lustful whispers of his name, “Mr J.. Oh please..I can’t…”

“Can’t what Harley?” He grins against her cheek as she runs her hand through his hair, she’s lost as to where else to place them as he steals away another brain cell by moving his hand slowly around her bare skin and cups her buttocks in his hand, growling lustfully.

“I can’t wait until we’re home, please…I need this. I need you.” Harley pants, her fingers grasping and scraping at his skull, pulling at his jacket in a lust fueled need.

The Joker pulls back as he purrs with delight, he pulls out the remote again and presses a button upon it. “Five minutes and seven seconds, Harley. That’s all you need to wait.”Harley licks the drool from her lips in anticipation of what is coming next, but finds herself disappointed as the Joker releases her leg to allow her to stand on very wobbly legs. He holds her up with his hand upon her waist, grinning like a Cheshire cat as the sound of a helicopter is heard coming closer to them.

Nudging Harley in front of him, he leans down to whisper in her ear as the helicopter came close and a rope was thrown out, “Home time, you go first as I have the perfect view from underneath” The Joker grinned, kissing Harley on the cheek, “I can’t wait to fuck those remaining brain cells of yours out and ruin this dress. I much prefer you in that skin tight outfit after all.” He growled as she grabbed onto the rope and the henchman pulled her up, the Joker following closely behind.

~~~ *** ~~~

The two had arrived home in five minutes and seven seconds just as the Joker promised. They fucked like rabbits, every room in the house had been introduced to their antics. The henchmen had left them at the door knowing fine well they didn’t want to be around the two clowns when they got down and dirty with one another.

As Harley began to drift to sleep, her head upon the Joker’s chest and his strong arms wrapped around her she noticed a small area of skin was redder than the rest, though she’d been more than active with her teeth she hadn’t gotten to his chest. Confused, she pushed herself up from him slightly to allow the moonlight to cast a glow upon his pale skin the redness was surrounding a small tattoo which Harley didn’t recognise. Upon closer inspection, Harley’s heart swelled.

Leaning down to him she placed a gentle kiss upon the tattoo of a red petal over his heart.

Baby Liam Pt. 6

Word Count~ 976
Rating~good for most
Warnings~ there’s one cuss word ;)
Pairings~ Derek x Reader, Liam, Stiles, Lydia, Scott, special guest ;)
A/N~ Okay, so this went nothing like I had planned, but I kind of like it. Gimme some feedback, fam. This MIGHT BE the end, unless I get an idea for another part or something.
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Occamy (Blackberry) Pie


Based on this post by @teacup-occamy.
It was an honor to use your sketch as the foundation for this piece.

Tap, tap.

“Coming!”

Tina Goldstein stifled a yawn as she rose from her position in front of the fireplace. Strewn haphazardly across the floor were dozens of emerald green file folders embossed with the official MACUSA seal. Interspersed between the files was a collection of mugs filled with cold coffee in various stages of consumption. Late nights at the Major Investigative Department were becoming more and more routine amidst reports of several violent attacks against No-Majs. After a week of falling asleep at her desk instead of in her bed, the exhausted witch made the executive decision to bring her work home.

Tap, tap.

“I know, I know! One second!”

After a quick, refreshing stretch, she picked her way across the paper labyrinth to the kitchen window. A fluffy white owl with a rather large package dangling from its talons hovered unsteadily above the window ledge. It hooted happily when Tina granted it entrance. Once inside, it circled the apartment before dropping its delivery onto the dining table.

“Really, Charlie?” Tina asked, a slight edge in her voice. “What in the name of Deliverance Dane did Queenie send now?”

Charlie stared at his mum’s sister, blinking innocently.

“Who am I kidding? You’d never tell me, even if you could!” She sighed heavily and pulled out her wand. “This was big package, though, so I’ll take pity on ya.” With a wave, she summoned two owl treats from a tin above the kitchen sink. While the owl munched away on his snack, Tina pointed her wand at the package. “Finite Incantatem!

Nothing.

Charlie paused his munching to, again, stare at his aunt; this time more in a more accusatory manner.

The witch met his stare with a fierce one of her own. “Last time she sent me a bunch of those no-heat fireworks for April Fool’s day. I wasn’t gonna let that happen twice!”

Charlie merely flapped a wing in her direction, went back to his snack and, once finished, promptly fell asleep.

Indignantly, Tina stuck her tongue out at the owl, but blushed when she realized he was ignoring her. With a huff, she waved her wand again and watched as the paper wrapping fell open to reveal a pale-yellow box labelled Kowalski’s Quality Baked Goods along the top. A soft, lopsided smile graced her lips as she found a small note attached to the box.

Teenie,

Jacob and I made this fresh today. We know it’s your favorite. Don’t forget to eat a REAL dinner before you have a piece! Don’t think I haven’t noticed that your blood is more coffee than anything else these days. Don’t work too hard and give our love to Newt!

Queenie

Thoroughly chastised, Tina cleared her throat uneasily and tossed the note away. “At least, I would have brought the box in person,” she grumbled. “Not make my owl fly all the way from East Village. S’not even that far…”

Without further pretense, she lifted the lid to reveal a simple, yet beautiful pie. Her eyes closed of their own accord as the fresh scent of blackberries and the Kowalski family’s famous crust met her nostrils. For the first time in quite a long time, Tina allowed herself to relax. In doing so, she felt a strong ache in her neck and shoulders, and unresolved tension in her calves and forearms. The sting of bruises and cuts she’d sustained in every raid for the past month crept through her skin, causing her to groan in discomfort. She forced her eyelids open and glanced down at the pie again, beaming as she saw a pastry Occamy curled around a bundle of blackberries at the center. Sometimes Jacob was far too sweet for his own good.

“Speaking of occamies…”

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” The exasperated shout echoed throughout the apartment and was followed by a series of violent crashes. “MERLIN’S BEARD! WHY YOU LITTLE—“

The witch turned towards the pocket doors of her bedroom where a very disheveled Magizoologist bent over her bed and a beaten leather suitcase. To her delight, he stuck his head inside the open case and shouted again.

“I SAW THAT, YOU PEST!”

“Did you, now?” Tina sidled up to the wizard and smirked when he lifted his head to regard her. A great smudge of dirt covered his nose and rimmed the ends of his rolled-up shirt sleeves. His tweed vest was held together by only one bronze button and his skinny bow-tie was nowhere to be seen. He was also sweating and panting profusely.

“Oh, hello, love,” breathed Newt, running a calloused hand through his hair. His gaze darted between the open case and Tina’s seafoam bedspread. “The niffler took a turn about your room and, uh, seems to have stolen one of your sister’s necklaces and probably a few other things…” He worried his lip between his teeth. “I know we had dinner arrangements but…”

Tina shook her head lightly and placed a gentle hand on his arm. “Go catch that sneaky little thief. I’ve been crouched over those files for too long anyway.” She rolled her neck, reveling in the slight release of tension. “I think I’ll soak in the bath for a bit.”

Newt patted the hand on his arm and leaned over to kiss her cheek. They both laughed aloud as he missed and his lips landed on her earlobe. He watched, fascinated, as she summoned her toiletries and clothes and made her way to the bathroom. As she was about to shut the door, a thought occurred to her. “Oh! There’s one more thing, Newt.”

“Yes?”

“Queenie and Jacob sent over an occamy pie.”

“W-What?!” He froze, mouth hanging open like a limp carp, completely and utterly horrified.

She stifled a laugh. “Be out in a bit, darling!”

An hour and a half later, Tina emerged from the bath feeling much more at ease and far less tense. She’d borrowed one of Queenie’s warming bath salts, conjured a few jets of water, and dozed off as the heat worried away at her tight muscles. Now, as she toweled her hair dry, she felt and heard her stomach roar with hunger.

“Oh to hell with dinner,” she muttered, pulling a light, sleeveless blouse over her head. “That pie’s mine!” She finished dressing and made a beeline for the dining room table, only pausing long enough to send her toiletries back to the bedroom.

The pie was still warm and smelled just as delicious as when she’d first opened the box. She’d have to thank Queenie for thinking of the Stasis Charm. After a moment of deliberation, she decided to only take one slice and a few blackberries. It wouldn’t do to eat the pastry occamy just yet. After all, she wasn’t sure if Newt had seen it. After she’d cut the perfect slice, and made herself a hot cup of cocoa, she made her way back to the maze of MACUSA files. She reluctantly grabbed a file at random from a nearby pile and settled herself into the couch. On second thought, she tossed the file to the opposite side of the couch and took a hearty bite of pie. Work could wait until after she indulged.

Newt stumbled out of the case a little while later, his stomach growling and his head pounding. He knew he shouldn’t have skipped dinner, but, he had to admit, his hunger pangs were worth it. The niffler had indeed stolen quite a few bits of Queenie and Tina’s jewelry along with a pouch full of Dragots and his pocket watch. They’d gone on a merry chase inside the case and nearly torn down a few habitats in the process. He gently extracted the niffler’s pilfered treasures from his pocket and set them down on the nightstand. Immediately, he thought of Tina and wondered if she’d remembered to eat dinner. As soon as he finished the thought, however, he saw that she was lounging on her mother’s teal couch, an empty plate floating by her side.

He chuckled lightly and wove his way through her kingdom of evidence until he stood right behind her. “Dearest?”

“Hmm?” Her eyes were closed and a teasing smile played upon her lips. She leaned comfortably against the arm of the couch, head cradled in her hand, fingers tangled in her wavy hair. She hadn’t bothered to fix it after the bath and, besides, Newt liked it better this way.

Newt leaned forward, just a touch, until his lips hovered just above hers, his own long fingers twining with hers in her hair. “I caught him.”

Then he pressed their lips together and the world melted away. She tasted of blackberries and salt and fresh air. He smelled of trees and earth and herbs. For one fantastic moment, nothing existed outside of their affection and longing. They smiled into the kiss before gently parting, missing the other’s closeness as soon as they did so.

Tina reached up to ruffle Newt’s hair but stopped and fingered the fabric around his neck instead. “Isn’t it a bit warm for a scarf?”

“Ah yes, well, the little bugger decided to hide in the tundra habitat for a bit.” His cheeks reddened as he pulled the scarf from about his neck and draped it over the back of the couch. “He’s gotten much better at concealing himself. Took a good half hour of digging before I found him.”

Tina giggled and patted his cheek, silently noting that two new freckles had appeared beneath his right eye. “Congratulations on a job well done, Mr. Scamander.”

“Why thank you, Miss Goldstein,” he replied, lovingly taking hold of the hand pressed against his cheek. “Now, what’s this about an occamy pie?”

fanon: poe dameron has a closet full of clothes that are all nicely worn and look good on him, from which finn borrows Boyfriend Shirts all the time.

canon: poe has a shirt, pants, jacket, and his flight suit. finn took his jacket and poe’s pants and shirt got covered in blood and dirt from the whole torture and crash landing thing. the shirt he was wearing at the end of episode 7 as rey flew away was borrowed from one of his pilots. he sleeps in his flight suit like pajamas. help poe.

'Training' - AruAni

Armin was thrown to the ground in seconds. He caught his breath as the other blonde released her stance and stared down at his beated body. Bruises were already starting to form in different areas. But, that’s not stopping her from taking it easy on him.

Annie sighed as he laid on his back and tried composing himself. Such a weakling. But, you’re the one who accepted his offer to help him train this morning.

After a few minutes Armin sat up off the ground. “I think I’m done for… for today.” He gasped while holding his chest for support. Being Annie’s partner was challenging and very painful.

She held out a hand in front of him. With a look of shock, Armin grabbed it and let her help pull him up.

“Thanks. For helping me train Annie.” He said with a bright smile on his face. A cut on his cheek started bleeding and Annie could see he was in pain.

“Come on.” she gestured to the infirmary building.

Armin had no clue about how bad he looked. The adrenaline knocked out his senses of feeling the cut and bruises around his body. They walked into the building and she sat him down at a chair while she took off to grab a kit. The room wasn’t very busy since everyone else was still finishing their routines.

Annie sat in front of him and started cleaning up the wounds. She grabbed rubbing alcohol to clean the cut. Her hands were skillful and focused while tearing apart the various wraps.

“Thanks Annie.” Armin said as she finished putting the last bandage on his cheek.

After, she started putting things away and washed her hands in silence.

“Hey Annie.” Armin was rubbing his hurt arm and said, “Your combat skills are amazing.”

“Not really.” she replied with no interest in her voice.

“No I’m serious! I’ve learned so much from you in one session.” He laughed a bit and scratched the back of his head. “The other guys take it way too easy on me. So, I’m glad you don’t hold back. It helps me learn better.”

Annie finished and noticed Armin now standing next to her. “This is just practice for me. Also, I don’t want to lose to you.”

“That sounds about right. But, I’ll try my hardest to win one day!” He replied with confidence.

Annie smiled at him and started walking towards the door. “I look forward to it.” she said.

“Right!” Armin nodded. He caught up and held the door open. “After you Annie.”

“Thanks.” A smile blush appeared one her cheeks as she passed by.

What a weakling.

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Day by day. The training sessions got intense. Annie never held back from him and Armin hasn’t given up. His power and strength have increased. Growing everyday. Getting beat with every hit from Annie.

Watching Armins eyes as they held pure determination. Every session she felt something different towards him. A mutual ‘liking’. Almost a friend.

She ducked down and swiped his legs from underneath him. He hit the floor with a thud.

“Ouch.” Armin hissed and held his shoulder in pain. “I always forget that move.” He lied. Armin knew she was going to do that. But, a distraction was in front of him, always catching him off guard and wanting to just stare at it. Annie was the distraction.

“We’re done for today.” Annie said while moving the bangs out of her eyes.

He turned over onto his back and breathed heavily. “Oh.. Alright.” A deep breath. “..I-I..” Another one. “Was.. going… to.” His eyes were shut tight from the flash of pain in his shoulder and back. “..going.. to-.. call it.”

Annie rolled her eyes at his dramatization. She has been working with him for days now and he still can’t handle it. Still a weakling.

“It’s time for supper anyway.” She mumbled. Taking another look at Armin, she kind of felt bad. Kind of.

“Same time tomorrow then?” Armin asked from the ground.

A smile on his face got to Annie and she couldn’t say no to that dorky grin. She sighed and replied, “Yeah. Sure.”

“Great.” He shot up and dusted the excess dirt off his pants. “Want to walk to the lunch hall together?”

Annie was a bit befuddled at how comfortable he was at the offering. Normally she would just leave him at the end of their training. “I guess.” she replied looking away and hoped that he didn’t see the small blush starting to form on her cheeks.

Armin nodded and started walking next to Annie as they took off to where everyone would enjoy the last meal of the day. He wasn’t really looking forward to the food but, paying attention to the small blonde next to him was on his mind at the moment.

“Annie? Where did you learn how to fight? I mean. Your skills are phenomenal! I’ve always admired the different techniques you’ve used.” Armin was blushing with excitement.

Annie couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips. “From my father.”

“Oh.” Armin could see slight sadness in her eyes at the mention of him. He knew that she must have lost her father at one point. “He must’ve been something special.”

“He was.” Her face brightened up a bit and she smiled in reassurance. “I’m just glad I learned what I could.”

Armin nodded. Annie learned how to fight from her father. He would be so proud of how strong she is. Even if he can’t see her right now. I am.

Both of them walked into the lunch hall and split ways from each other. Armin sits with Eren while Annie is far away with her friends. Everyday they try to sneak a glance at one another only, to be caught in the act by their peers. Armin was always teased about Annie while Reiner and them don’t dare to bring up Armin around her. It would result in a long lasting bruise, or black eye.

Training they could be themselves around each other and just, be together. Both took enjoyment out of being in the others presence. Annie would like having him as a partner during the assignments. Armin will always choose her right away too with no hesitation.

Finding an affection with one another through their training.

Day by Day

A/n: guess whos back,,, back again. also i believe the fic itself is much better than the description bc im bad at summaries soo,,, keep that in mind 

Summary: Dan has struggled with weight issues his entire life, whether it be from elementary school kids on the playground, or his own mind supplying him with bad, destructive thoughts. When he meets Phil, he has someone to share his troubles with. Phil wants to help, and they agree to take things day by day.

Words: 5.6k

Warnings: angst, weight issues, self image, ed characteristics (binge eating, starving etc), swearing, food mentions, light smut. stay safe and dont read if you think it’ll bother/upset you <33


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.01) white lies- jimin(m)

Originally posted by suntaes

(m)- mature | 556 words | a Wings drabble- Park Jimin | (x)


Heels.

High ones.

Stilettos, clicking along the tiled hallway.

The long antenna of her portable cellphone sticks from bundles of wonderfully thick hair, lips round and blood red as she forms sentences. Those words have left her lips a thousand times, in a thousand lifetimes, in a thousand different realities.

“I had a boy once,” she’d whispered in his ear, “he had scars on his back in the shape of wings… and when I gave him the highest peak of orgasmic pleasure, each perfectly white feather unfurled and fell to the ground… it was raining innocence. Raining purity and turning it black.”

The amazement in his eyes, the licking of his lips, the drying of his throat. Take me, he pleaded with his bursting irises, his twitching fingers, his shaking legs, steal my innocence. Take my purity. Purge me of every good thing I know until I am nothing. Make me nothing.

It is said we desire for things we do not know, and how does an intelligent, prized boy know of nothing? What does he understand of degradation, of lust, of hurt, or of love? The thought of nothing is as intriguing to him as the thought of solving an unknown math equation.

Step One- Identify the problem.

Step Two- Plan out solutions on how to solve the problem.

Step Three- Exact which solutions will most efficiently reach you to the answer.

Step Four- Do everything in your power to complete the problem and gain a better knowledge of what you didn’t previously understand.

A well laid out rubric. An absolute plan, fail proof. In retrospect, death doesn’t count as failure does it?


“Show me,” she whispered to him, “what can you do for me? What kind of wings do you have carved into your shoulder blades?”

“I don’t have wings,” he states. Factual. True. Straight to the point.

“Everyone has wings my sweet boy,” a stroke of one long fingernail beneath his soft chin, “the problem is you don’t know how to use them yet.”

“Then show me,” step one in motion, “show me how to use them.”


Lying beneath a sea of trees, dripping tears of evergreen from barky waterlines. She lays him down, she kisses his neck, his nose, his cheeks,

“Jimin,”

his name, a lie.

“What do you really want from me?”

his breath, a stalemate.

“I want to know what love is.”

her sweet smile, a punishment.

“There is a difference between love and infatuation.”

Leaves crinkle, bodies touch, her hand wrapped firmly around his hard, throbbing length with fierce determination. Like water from a well, like juice from a straw, each pump carries every drop of innocence from his body one by one. Moans, her whispering in his ear,

“Tell me.

Tell me where you’re hiding your wings.”

“I don’t,” panting, moaning, sweating, pleading, “I don’t have any.”

A pause, a fracture in her pace, a swallow, a desperate phrase,

“You just need to learn how to fall so you can fly.”

Around and around, wind ripping through his hair, precipitation tearing through his soul, a boy drops from the high tiers of heaven to the molten dirt of Earth’s core. Milky white covers his chest, painting the leaves beneath his heaving chest, coloring her lips, her hair.

A fall, a stab in the heart with the end of a high stiletto,

innocence is black and white.

White to black.

Let the feathers fall.


I’m not sure where this came from, but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless(plus Happy Early Birthday to this plum) !

~Admin Eggplant

Wayward Hounds

“Could you PLEASE write a Sam au where he runs a dog rescue or is an animal rights lawyer and is happy and adopts like 8 dogs because Sam Winchester deserves all the dogs and sunshine in the world” @carbonated-beverage

Pairings: Sam x Reader, Dean Winchester

Warning: Fluffy puppy love.

Word Count:1,680

A/N: I feel like with my mood swings recently, my writing seems to be lacking a bit so sorry if this isn’t up to your standards.

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“Yours or mine?” Sam asked as you rolled off him, half asleep, to get away from the shrill ring of the cell phone.

“Yours.” You grumbled as you belly flopped onto the bed with a grunt. “Can’t we just have one day to sleep in?” you whined as you looked toward your side of the bed to see the time and instead of the clock, you came face to face with your massive pit bull, Titus.

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aconstantstateofsonder  asked:

Okay first off your blog is beautiful and you are beautiful and I <3 your writing style it is great ??? Can I request romanced companions Fallout 4 ideal date with Sole? Like how does it go and what the characters would do and stuff? ^^

(Thank you omg you’re so beautiful too <3 X6 is excluded because his ideal date would probably be to not go on a date )

Hancock- He might be one of the few with a solid plan. He gets Fahrenheit and a few others to go to Swan’s Pond and clear out Swan’s bloated carcass (not a romantic start, hang in there) as well as to dispose of any traces of nuclear waste, anything that might be an eyesore or unhealthy for a human. None of them stop complaining during the process. Once all is said and done and the place has been perfumed enough to hide the stink of decaying Super Mutant Behemoth, he leads blindfolded Sole through the streets, guiding them to the pond. When they arrive, he takes off the blindfold, and the entire park is lit up with strings of Christmas lights. Twined around trees and hanging overhead, there are a few hundred differently colored bulbs twinkling in the dark and gleaming in the reflection of the pond. Under the gazebo, he’s set up a table and chairs, Irma supplied a nice vase for the flowers as well as a tall candle and clean table cloth. Hancock has no idea where she gets most of her mostly intact decorations but they set the mood nicely. After dinner, they spend the rest of the night watching the colors dance off the water’s surface. For awhile, as though respecting the peace they deserve, the Commonwealth pauses it’s parade of violence, and not a single gunshot or scream is heard for miles. The whole world stops just for them.

Preston- He wants everything to be perfect. If anyone in the Commonwealth deserves a night to themselves, it’s the Minutemen’s General. He sends out a clandestine order among the Minutemen that for a few hours, any alert they receive goes to someone other than Sole. Thankfully they don’t get anything worse than a radroach infestation that night. He sends out a message over the airwaves, knowing that this is the time Sole usually tunes in, and urges them to come to the Castle. He doesn’t say why. When they arrive, he’s standing atop the Castle’s walls, and the courtyard is all but empty. He’s claimed a little patch of grass where a few wildflowers grow, on the rampart that overlooks the sea. He even manages to find a picnic basket for the occasion. They munch on bits of fried Brahmin and Dandy Boy Apples, and watch the sun set across the ocean.

Nick- He’s a little rusty at the whole romance thing. But he feels an obligation to make the date a good one. He wears a suit and cleans up as best he can. For once, he doesn’t look ready to fall apart without his trenchcoat, and his clothes have no tears or mud stains. He takes them to an abandoned building which towers over Boston, mostly intact. The top floor has no roof. From this height, the entire Commonwealth is spread out before them, and they get an unobstructed view of the sky, every star on display by the time night comes. The Wastes, for all its ugliness -the killing, the kidnapping, the bad things that always struck the good people- still had some beauty. Way above the city, they could look out and not see bodies sprawled in the street. They could appreciate it for what it was. So there they sit, huddled under a blanket, gazing out at the Commonwealth and the stars which hung above it.

Cait- They make their way to the Combat Zone, although things start out a little roughly when they have to slaughter a few raiders, and they’re date night clothes are stained with blood by the time they get there. It’s not a place that holds very pleasant memories for Cait. She’s hoping to change that. Their dinner subsists mostly of booze, although Tommy cooked up a decent meal for the two of them. When both are a little unsteady on their feet and a little red around the face, Cait takes Sole by the hand to pull them on stage for a cage match. She punches just a little harder than Sole does, but neither aim to hurt each other. They only last a few minutes in the ring before Cait scoops up Sole around the waist and topples them both over. She laughs harder and more sincere than she has in a long time, and the rest of their date is spent on the mat, tangled in each others arms.

Curie- She only starts thinking about a date after being teased by the other companions. She and Sole had been together awhile, yet hadn’t gone on anything remotely resembling a date. Of course, they were all pretty eager to throw their two cent in the conversation of where they should go and what they should do. They pretty much all tell her what the ideal date is. In the end, she settles on a quiet night in, a bottle of wine (she only gets a glass in before she’s tipsy and has to stop) and they curl up on the couch, simply to enjoy each others company.

Deacon- He’s a man of simple tastes. Their date is held at the Dugout Inn where, after a couple of Mirelurk steaks, the two spend the next two hours drinking and trying to get a piece of perfectly preserved pie. Deacon caught the wistful look Sole threw to it when they arrived, one of the only things from before the war that remained. He fails to get it, of course. Sole gives it a shot after he admits defeat and does the impossible; the claw wraps around the plate and gently deposits it on the tray. The entire bar bursts into an uproar. People scream, kiss each other, one guy gets punched, it’s complete pandemonium for a few minutes. The date ends after they both take a bite, share it with the rest of the patrons, and everyone ends up fighting for the toilet to throw up. Turns out the pie did not keep at all. It was ideal up until that point at least? Deacon is nice enough to hold back Sole’s hair and they return the favor by holding onto his wig as he’s doubled over a potted plant in the corner. It remains his ideal date for the simple fact it’s a real story that sounds like one he made up.

Piper- She takes Sole on a tour of Diamond City. A proper tour, since when they first arrived, the welcome was rushed and not too friendly. She figures she’s owed it to them for awhile. She speaks like its their first time in the city, and she takes them from her offices at Publick Occurrences to the Noodle Stand for a bite to eat, to the Dugout Inn for a drink. They link arms and idly stroll around the place when night falls. She insists that, as a tourist, Sole has to run the bases, and they end up racing across home plate a few times before they’re both panting laughter. Nat has been asleep for hours by the time they creep back to Piper’s place, so they walk gingerly and end up collapsing on the couch, where Nat finds them the next morning, asleep on top of each other.

MacCready- He tries a little too hard. He borrows a tuxedo more suited for a wedding than a date and slicks back his hair with an old tin of grease, brushes his teeth fifteen times, and scrubs the dirt from under his fingernails. It’s been quite awhile since he’s done any of those things. He asks Codsworth to make them a proper “Pre-War” style dinner and manages to get a table and chairs up on the roof of one of the more stable buildings in Sanctuary. Sole arrives and he wants to desperately to make this night go well, he stains his under shirt with stress sweat. Codsworth burns the dinner, the candle he brought for mood lighting gets knocked over and almost sets fire to the table, and pretty much anything that could go wrong, does. When they finally declare the date dead, and MacCready is ready to go die of embarrassment himself, they pass the Brahmin pen nearby. In one last ditch effort to salvage the date, he tears off his jacket, hops over the fence, and declares they should tip one of them. He tries to impress Sole by doing it alone, but misjudges how heavy Brahmin are. He slips when he tries to take a running start and faceplants into a patch of mud. Sole laughs and he wonders at the misfortune plaguing him tonight. They aren’t laughing so hard when he grabs them by the wrist and hauls them off the fence and into the mud with him. They wrestle, howl with laughter, shove fistfuls of mud all over each others nice clothes, and by the time they’re done, they’re both caked in filth, negating all the prep work MacCready had done before to look clean for them. It’s not what most would consider ideal, but he can’t think of anything he’d rather be doing than walking home with Sole, covered head to toe in muck.

Danse- It’s been so long since he’s even been on a date, he’s unsure what to do. He considers a dinner, a picnic, but nothing seems good enough for them. Eventually, after nearly wanting to tear his hair out from self imposed stress, he constructs a meticulous outline for their evening, everything planned almost to the minute. They arrive at the Third Rail ten minutes later than he anticipated (he would go somewhere with less ghouls, but even he can’t deny the lounge has a better atmosphere than the bar in Diamond City). The plan was a drink, then in twenty minutes they would leave Goodneighbor and see old monuments, which they would observe for at least an hour to two hours. He cut out a half hour chunk in his outline for “miscellaneous activities”. He consults the plan he’s laid out on a scrap of paper no less than five times while they sit at the bar listening to Magnolia’s dulcet tones, and his eyes dart to.  the clock at least every three minutes. He’s about to put the next part of his plan in motion, stepping down off the bar stool, when Sole stops him. “Let’s dance.” He goes rigid. He tries to tell them that isn’t part of the plan, but they take his hand and draw close to him. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Magnolia, who chuckles softly into the mic and starts singing a slow ballad. Danse is not a elegant man. There’s a reason he didn’t include dancing, and that’s because, (ironically, for being named Danse) he’s got two left feet. He stumbles, steps on toes, and is generally just awkward in his movements. But Sole is patient. They take it slow, even content to just sway in place, and within a few minutes of merely being close, Danse’s plans are forgotten.