the sweet life waits for you

five word prompts

[inspired by this]

  • “actually… i just miss you.”
  • “alright, i’ll leave you alone.”
  • “and slowly… i was forgotten.”
  • “and then everything just disappears.”
  • “and where do i go?”
  • “anyone could tell from here.”
  • “are you finishing that or…?”
  • “are you stupid or stupid?”
  • “anything, just call me, okay?”
  • “bitch better have my money.”
  • “bro… that’s so… not cool…”
  • “but did you do it?”
  • “call me now. it’s urgent.”
  • "can’t you listen to me?”
  • “cross that. don’t answer that.”
  • “don’t even think about it.”
  • “don’t you dare walk away.”
  • “do it. i dare you.”
  • “did you think i forgot?”
  • “eventually… you just move on.”
  • “even if you still do.”
  • “everything will fall into place.”
  • “fight me, you attractive stranger.”
  • “for once, i need you.”
  • “for once… i was right.”
  • “for once… i was wrong.”
  • “forget i even asked you.”
  • “forget it. you fucking suck.”
  • “fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”
  • “fuck off. i mean it.”
  • “give and take. that’s life.”
  • “great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”
  • “have you lost your mind?”
  • “hello? it’s me. i was-”
  • “hey… that wasn’t so nice.”
  • “here’s a glass of whatever.”
  • “how about a hug, hm?”
  • “how about you make me?”
  • “i haven’t forgot you yet.”
  • “i can’t be around you.”
  • “i don’t need you, really.”
  • “i don’t need this now.”
  • “is this your first time?”
  • “it’s just a cut, really.”
  • “it wasn’t me, i swear!”
  • “i said i love you.”
  • “just don’t fuck it up.”
  • "just… come back alive, okay?”
  • “just make sure you’ve eaten.”
  • “kick his ass for me.”
  • “killed him? wait, what, literally?”
  • “life really sucks. feel better.”
  • “letting go hurts… a lot.”
  • “let me live, will you?”
  • “no, i don’t need you.”
  • “nothing can hurt me now.”
  • “nothing matters anymore to me.”
  • “okay it was me… so?”
  • “people lie all the time.”
  • “pipe the fuck down, asshole.”
  • “please, you can’t die now.”
  • “please don’t leave me alone.”
  • “quiet. they can hear us.”
  • “quick! give me your phone!”
  • “quicker, you freaking piece of-”
  • “quit it or i’ll bite.”
  • “quit staring! they’ll notice us!”
  • "really? do i look stupid?”
  • “real smooth, tripping over air.”
  • “rise and shine, sweet thing.”
  • “rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”
  • “seriously? give me a break.”
  • “so… what are we now?”
  • “so… did you miss me?”
  • “so… can we go eat?”
  • “so… when’s the next flight?”
  • “so… how did everything go?”
  • “sometimes, i wish you died.”
  • “so what? you did it.”
  • “time passes slower without you.”
  • “then what do you suggest?”
  • “the fuck? who are you?”
  • “then you tell me why.”
  • “this is not working out.”
  • “this isn’t what i wanted.”
  • “this is all a fucking disaster.”
  • “when did it all happen?”
  • “who knew you’d be here?”
  • “why do i even bother?”
  • “why do i love you?”
  • “why didn’t you tell me?”
  • “you’re just… so, so stupid.”
  • “you can’t be here now.”
  • “you look like an accident.”
  • “you really need to go.”
  • “you know who to call.”
  • "zero fucks given. next please.”
Story 215: Cultural Exchange

The human steps onto the station from her shuttle, and walks into the scanner.  It flashes - no weapons.  I pity her, though there’s nothing I can do for her.  By tomorrow she will be a slave the same as me; the Gaunvans collect ambassadors like trophies.
“Hello there!  Amanda Thorn, ambassador for the Empire of Humanity.  You’re a Ixian, correct?”
Mimicking human body language, I nod my head.  "That’s correct.  Ix Malasan.  It is an honor to meet you.“
She smiles, reminding me again that she has somehow modified herself to breathe atmosphere suited to the Gaunvans rather than wear a respirator like myself.  Other than that she appears to be a standard human, something I am led to believe is less and less common as they pursue the bizarre compulsion humans have to alter their bodies.  Changing hair color, adding pigments to their skins in patterns and pictures, growing long tails or ears that mimic other species from their planet.  No other known species tampers with their bodies like this.
“Not to be undiplomatic, she says, "but the Gaunvans enslaved your people.  Why are you here?”
“We… reached a mutually beneficial agreement.  We would have lost in combat and been eliminated, so we chose to preserve what we could of our culture.  The Gaunvans are not naturally skilled at diplomacy, so they bring me along to assist and to show that peace can be made.”
She nods.  "Understood.  I can respect that choice.  How much freedom do you have, personally?“
Smart of her, to start planning for her future. "A fair amount.  I have free reign on the ship when we are in transit.  At the homeworld I have reasonably comfortable quarters.”
“Have you ever met the Empress, or…?”
“Oh, no.  No, while on the homeworld I am confined to my chambers - but they’re quite spacious.”
“Shame.  Okay, plan ‘A’ then.  Let’s get this over with.”

Despite my attempt at encouraging diplomacy, the Gaunvan commander starts with threats.  I don’t know why I bother.  He looms over the human, chitinous plates almost black in the dim light.  His pod of six is posted around the room, for show more than for actual security since she followed orders and came alone and unarmed.  "Failure to surrender will bring the full wrath of our army upon you.  Humanity will be crushed, and wiped from the universe.“
To her credit, she looks very calm.  "We live in a post-scarcity society.  Bloody conquest just seems silly, doesn’t it?”
“It is for the glory of Gaun!”
“Well, I’m not prepared to get into a religious debate with you,” she says, “since I doubt there’s anything I can do to change your mind.  Since you’re committed to this course of action, what are you willing to offer if we surrender?”
Now he goes back on script.  Maybe I am getting through to him a little?  He talks about the benefits of being enslaved, mainly the protections for up to twelve designated culturally historical sites.  They’ve been mostly good on their word on my homeworld, though they did use the area just outside of the Hahhn Memorial as a waste dump.

She nods as she listens.  There was a part of me that was worried she would argue, because the humans are somewhat childlike.  They don’t understand the horrors of war.  Certainly they fought in the past, but the last time they had to battle was more than two of their generations ago, so these ones have all grown up coddled and soft.  They play games with each other instead, silly competitions.  They make art, and play pretend, and alter their bodies for fun.  They don’t have weapons anymore, and wouldn’t know how to use them if they did.
“Well then,” ambassador Thorn says, “this is about what I expected.  On behalf of humanity, I would like to formally reject this offer.”
Oh no.  Foolish humans.  The galaxy will miss your innocence.  The commander makes an excited clicking noise, looking forward to combat.  He reaches a blade-tipped hand towards ambassador Thorn, but hesitates as every device in the room bleats out an alert - we’ve all lost communications with the outside.

Like one of the dances humans do, she gracefully pivots around while taking his hand.  She ends up close to him and places her other arm against his thorax, then… oh gods. Gods, what… she’s ripped his arm off.  It’s not possible.  The commander is clearly thinking the same thing, staring in mute shock at his dripping limb.
“I’d like to extend a counter-offer,” she says, and flips the arm around before jamming the bladed end into his neck.  The warriors around the room are fidgeting, uncertain.  They haven’t been told to attack, and don’t want to dishonor their commander by intervening in a fight with such a small creature.  She’s still holding the commander’s severed arm in his neck, but she rotates and heaves, lifting him off the ground with it for a moment… and then his head pops off, landing squarely on the conference table.  She allows the corpse to slide to the ground, and straightens her clothes as if they aren’t covered in ichor.

I don’t understand.

The warriors, now with no orders at all, finally act.  She smiles as they come for her, I suppose because she has done her duty to send this powerful message of resistance.  She can die in peace.  Or… no… She’s killing them.  She’s smiling because this is fun for her.  Though they’re partly killing themselves; if there had been two of them, prepared, strategic, they might have prevailed.  Watching six panicked fighters get in each other’s way while trying to stop a smaller, faster, and somehow impossibly stronger foe is almost hypnotic.  At least one is killed by the stab of a friendly lance due to pure confusion.  It’s over faster than I would have thought possible, severed limbs strewn across the room.  I’ve got some fluids splashed across my clothing.  Only one yet lives, and he is retreating.  She seems to be allowing it.

She follows behind, holding a lance.  The wounded and scared warrior scurries down the hallway towards his ship, looking back behind him as he goes.  She’s just… walking.  Calm.  And for some reason I’m following.  The last Gaunvan reaches the airlock and the second he enters his code she throws the lance - throws it! - and spears him.
“Come on, we’re stealing their ship.”  She says it like this is the most normal thing in the world.
“There are thousands more on board!  Thousands!  Almost all warrior caste!”
She smiles again, and keeps walking.  I see errors on the screens that we pass, messages indicating communications have been lost.  They can’t tell anyone what is happening here.  Even the communicators within the ship are on nodes rather than being wired, so the warriors at one end of the vessel won’t be able to coordinate with the other end.  Do they even know they’ve been boarded?
“How?”

We enter the bridge after she kills a handful of other guards with ease.  They’re too shocked by her presence to act in time.  Once the door are sealed and she is working on the control systems she starts talking to me again.
“Well, you know, we do like to be prepared.”
“But you… you ripped his arm off.”
“Yeah, that was super satisfying.”  She looks at me appraisingly.  "Oh, come on.  Is it really that surprising?  You knew we were into changing ourselves, right?  Being strong enough to pop an overgrown bug’s forelimb off isn’t rocket science.“
"Your people are so peaceful…”
“Oh, sure, most of them.  But we did that, too.  Tweaked ourselves over the years to decrease aggression and some of our tribalistic tendencies, increase empathy… all stuff that can be undone if needed.  Though for a good cause even the nicest of us can squish a bug or two.”
“You bond with Ry'ling devourers!”
“Those are the big fuzzy guys that look like cats, yeah?  Those guys are adorable!  But… look, liking some things that could kill us doesn’t mean we’ll sit back and get enslaved.  We didn’t put up with it well when we enslaved each other, and we certainly aren’t going to go for it now that we’re… finally… on the same page about slavery being unacceptable.  It was, uh, a longer time than we like to admit before the last hold-outs were convinced of that one.”

I can feel the ship un-dock.  We’re moving.  "What about all the warriors on board?  They’ll break through the doors eventually!“
"Not according to this control panel here.  Take a look.”
It says there’s no atmosphere in the rest of the ship.  Life signs are negative on all but two of the warriors, presumably the only ones that got to their suits in time.  She disabled all the safety measures, somehow.  She just killed… I check the life signs readout again to confirm the number… three thousand, six hundred, and fourteen soldiers.  Wait, how is it tracking that unless… “Are communications back up?”
“Yeah, I’m calling some friends.  The military is right around the corner, so to speak.”
“But Earth doesn’t have a standing military.”
She laughs.  Not just a little bit.  She’s actually doubled over for a moment, unable to catch her breath.  "Sweet Jeebus, you guys actually fell for that?  No standing military.  Have you read about us at all?“

Three ships appear seemingly out of nowhere, and one docks with the Gaunvan vessel.  Once the atmosphere is restored we head to the airlock to meet them, and I’m surprised by an entire platoon of Gaunvan warriors.  Speaking English.
"Okay boys, send your last goodbyes!  This is in all likelihood a one way mission.  Commander Thorn!  It is an honor to see you again, and might I say you look exquisite drenched in the blood of your enemies!”
She bows to him, blushing, and then salutes the Gaunvans.  Or… humans?  Can they change themselves this drastically?
“You’ve got two holed up in here somewhere.  Bridge is clear, have the techs bring the new brain on board.”
“New brain?”
She looks at me like she’s forgotten that I’m here, and then turns back to the others.  "Men, this is our new friend Ix Malasan who has just been liberated from his captivity.  He’s going to be helping with our intel.  Malasan, yeah, a new brain for the ship.  Once this vessel is cleaned up and back in service with a new crew we’ll be able to take it over whenever we want even if all of our boys get killed.  We cooked up a really sadistic AI for it.“
"But how do you know the protocols?  This was your first contact with the Gaunvans, they’ve never lost a ship anywhere near here!”
“No?  There wasn’t a mining colony disaster two years ago?”
“But that was just an accident… and you weren’t even involved in the war yet… and…”

The faux-Gaunvans have finished boarding.  The one that was talking to them before puts a bladed claw on ambassador - commander - Thorn’s shoulder.  "You coming with?“
"Naw.  Orders said I could only come if they allow ambassadors near extremely high value targets.  Malasan here says they don’t, so I need to wait for my next mission back on Earth.”
“It would have been nice having you with us, Thorn.  Well, maybe we’ll see each other again.  Suicide mission or not, I think I’ve decided to live through it.”
“Bold choice,” she says, and kisses him next to his lower mandibles.
He nods at me, then turns back to his men. “Okay everyone, we are now officially on the job.  And what is that job?”
In unison, they start chanting.

“FUCK! SHIT! UP!  FUCK! SHIT! UP!  FUCK! SHIT! UP!”

For a moment I nearly feel pity for the Gaunvans.  Nearly.  Commander Thorn leads me off of the ship, and I start thinking about what useful information I can provide the ‘harmless’ humans.  Fuck shit up, indeed.

Truth or Truth

Requested anonymously: A one shot where the reader has never been able to orgasm through masturbation. When Dean finds out, he offers to help.

Warning: smut, masturbation

Word Count: 2300

A/N: Hope you enjoy, anon! XOXO

“Truth or truth?” Dean asks, grinning a little sideways in that way that lets you know he’s just the right amount of drunk.

Truth or truth is the game you play when you’re both feeling a little wound up, needing to blow off some steam. You’re too old for stupid dares and too nervous for dares that might actually make you touch each other, so you settle for sticking to truths. It never amounts to anything, but you both enjoy the sexy words said in the dark as you lie together on one bed, a bottle being passed between you, like you have a life and a personality outside of monsters.

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#100 with Jungkook please! Thank you

I Got You On My Mind [Part 1]

Jungkook Soulmate AU

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Genre: Angst (ft. Fuckboy!Jungkook)

Summary: In a world where soulmates can share thoughts, you never imagined that the sweet voice in your head would belong to a guy like Jungkook.

Word count: 1.5k words

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

You dropped your backpack beside you, and it landed on the ground with a loud thunk. Sighing quietly, you collapsed onto a beanbag (because your university was trendy enough to have them in the library) and tried not to cry. Your body sank into the soft material of the beanbag, and you wished you could just disappear.

The sunlight streaming in from the window beside you doused you in warmth, and soon you felt yourself slipping into sleep.

“Rough day?” a voice rang through your head. Your lips quirked into a smile, your earlier hardships completely forgotten.

It was a rare moment when soulmates shared thoughts. No one really understood the science of soulmates–the mechanics of thought-sharing, in particular. It was just a universally accepted phenomenon, and you thought it was beautiful.

Yeah, you could say that, you thought, hoping your soulmate would be able to hear you. Sometimes, all you got was a passing thought, and sometimes you were able to have conversations. There was only one limitation–you could never share your identity.

Still, you tried and tried and tried. You couldn’t wait to meet your soulmate.

“What happened?” your soulmate asked, his sweet voice making you blush. You thought his voice was the most beautiful thing you had ever heard, and you wondered if the boy was just as beautiful.

Just…life. University’s hard, you know? you replied. The little information you knew about your soulmate was this: he was around your age, also in university, studying music and dance, liked anime, exercised a lot.

“Trust me, I feel that,” came his response, and it sounded almost amused. “But you’ll be okay.”

For the next few minutes, you tried to think of something to ask him. You hoped he couldn’t hear your embarrassing thoughts. His thoughts were silent too, and you knew the connection had been lost.

Smiling sadly, you stood up and grabbed your bag. Your encounter with your soulmate, however brief, was enough to energize you. Ready to face the rest of the day, you walked out of the library. Your thoughts lingered back to your soulmate, and you wondered if he was thinking about you, too.


Your phone blared loudly, and you startled awake. Still disoriented, your heart thumped wildly as you searched blindly for your phone. Finally, you located it on your nightstand. Squinting at the bright screen, you saw that you had an incoming call from your roommate.

“Hello?” you mumbled, pressing your phone to the side of your face.

“Oh, shit, did I wake you up?” Jieun exclaimed, her excited voice too loud so early in the morning. “Well, since you’re up, we can talk! Y/N, you’ll never guess what just happened.”

You sighed, flopping back onto your bed. “So tell me,” you said blandly.

“You’re no fun,” Jieun pouted. “Okay! So. I just slept with Jungkook! Let me tell you, the rumours are true. He’s great in bed and he does this thing–”

“Wow! Cool!” you squeaked, quickly cutting her off. You did not need to know about Jieun–or Jungkook’s–sex life. “Is that a good idea, though? I know you’re low-key crushing on him, but Jungkook doesn’t do relationships, right?”

“He doesn’t,” Jieun confirmed sadly. “But maybe he’ll change?”

“I don’t know, Jieun,” you replied slowly. “Be careful, because with a guy like Jungkook, you’re only gonna get hurt.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” she snorted. You could hear rustling in the background as Jieun moved. “He’s a major fuckboy. I’m trying not to catch feelings, but he’s so damn hot.”

You grunted in agreement.

“Oh, Y/N, can you do me a favour?” Jieun asked suddenly. “I’m going straight to school from Jungkook’s flat. Could you bring me a change of clothes and, like, mouthwash or something?”

“Yeah, sure,” you yawned, getting up to go to Jieun’s room. “I’ll be at school in like an hour. Should I just meet you in the music building?”

Jieun was majoring in music, since she was such a great singer.

“Yep!” she chirped. “Thank you so much, Y/N. You’re the bestest friend ever!”


You walked aimlessly through the music building, a bag full of clothes and toiletries on your back, as you searched for the room number Jieun had sent you earlier. It was a practice room, and the hall you were moving through seemed endless.

In the distance, you could hear the sound of someone singing. As you continued forwards, the voice became clearer and clearer. The person had a beautiful voice. It was clear and melodious, floating softly through the air.

It tugged at the back of your mind, like a faint memory. It was almost like a weird sense of deja vu, and you struggled to recall why.

Then–it hit you.

This was the voice you had been hearing in your head your entire life–the one you had listen to transform over the years. Your soulmate was here.

Your heart thundered in your chest as you practically ran, following the sound of your soulmate’s beautiful voice. It led you to a door that was slightly ajar. Your soulmate was still singing, completely unaware that you were just outside the room, listening.

For a moment, you stopped, not entirely sure if you were ready to meet your soulmate. It was supposed to be the most beautiful moment in life, and it felt strange that your meeting wasn’t going to be spontaneous.

Still, your curiosity got the better of you. You peered through the crack in the doorway, searching for the owner of the voice.

Before you, Jungkook stood. His profile was facing you, the light from the window behind him highlighting his features. Jungkook was beautiful.

Then, you turned away. You could feel your heart breaking already. A guy like Jungkook didn’t believe in soulmates, if his sexual escapades were any indication.

So you left, locating Jieun’s practice room and placing the bag in front of it. As quickly as you had come, you exited the building, headed towards the library to drown yourself in work. You wanted to forget–forget who he was, forget about soulmates, forget about the future you had hoped for.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook’s voice suddenly spoke, clear in your mind.

You pushed his thoughts away, keeping your mind blank as possible as you hurried through the quad with your head cast down. You didn’t want to indulge in something you could never truly have.


You spent the entire day in the library, alternating between working and staring blankly at the textbooks in front of you. You had forgotten to eat that day, so when you finally staggered out of the library, you were exhausted and hungry. The walk home was quiet. The sun had set a long time ago, although you weren’t entirely sure what time it was.

Once you reached your apartment, you were surprised to find the front door unlocked. You and Jieun didn’t live in the best part of town, so you were always sure to lock the door whenever you came and went.

You turned the knob, and the door creaked as it opened. As you stepped through the threshold, you stumbled over a pair of shoes that were haphazardly strewn on the ground.

“Y/N!” Jieun exclaimed in surprise, sounding breathless.

At that, you looked up.

In front of you, Jieun was pressed against the wall, shirtless, as some guy was leaning over her, his lips attached to her neck. The guy turned towards you once he noticed Jieun’s stillness.

It was Jungkook.

“Oh my god, Y/N! I’m so sorry,” Jieun rambled, pushing Jungkook off her as she reached down to grab her shirt that had been discarded. “I thought you weren’t coming home tonight, since you were so late!”

“D-don’t worry,” you stammered, your voice wavering. You kept your eyes on Jieun, trying not to look at Jungkook. You could feel his heavy gaze on you. “I can stay with Rose or something, it’s not a problem. I’ll j-just leave–”

Suddenly, Jungkook was in front of you, pushing you backwards until your back hit the wall. His face was morphed into shock, even awe, before he schooled his features back into indifference. Jungkook peered over you, his large frame blocking your line of vision. You were forced to look at him, and his eyes were burning into you yours.

You’re my soulmate!?” he demanded, his normally sweet voice rumbling. The person he was in your mind was completely different than the boy who stood in front of you. “Answer me!”

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice faltering. You continued, your voice stronger, “I am.”

“Fuck,” Jungkook spat, leaning back. He stepped away from you, returning to the front door where he slipped into his shoes. Jungkook turned back to you, and when he spoke, his voice was cold. “I’m not the guy I pretend to be. So do us both a favour and stay the fuck away. Forget this every happened.”

With that, Jungkook exited the apartment, slamming the door behind him. You stood, back still against the wall. You could hear Jieun talking to you, but she sounded far away. But for the first time, your mind was completely blank.

You decided you hated the silence.

- Girl in Luv

Thanks for reading! I think I’ll continue this story…I hate sad endings. When I first imagined this story, it seemed like it could be a longer piece? Maybe I’ll rewrite it or make it a chaptered thing…what do you guys think?

I want your Monday morning
sleep soaked eyes
dream drenched voice,
lazy bones
‘five more minutes please babe.’

I want your Tuesday afternoon
coffee break,
glasses off, laughter on
‘just hold me for a while
it’s been a hard day.’

I want your Wednesday evening
fingers through hair
teeth nibbling nails
neck craning, eye glazing
‘this paperwork never ends’

I want your Thursday night
drinks for two
bones unbind
muscles let loose
flats, slacks,
‘just me and you’

I want your finally Friday
stretch soul smile,
sun sipping light
from the glaciers in your eyes
fingers unfurl, hand extends
‘c’mon babe, lets go wild’

I want your weekend.
your movie marathon Saturday
reading by the fireplace
kissing in the blankets
want your Sunday morning
orange juice and pancakes
white sheets, tender skin
hair like the Fourth of July
‘let’s not get out of bed today.’

I want your ordinary
and your stress, rest, release
I want your bad day and that terrible night
I want you drunk in my arms
forgetting the place but never my name
I want your lazy and your lonely
and your fist full of fight
I want you everyday
in every way
for the rest of my life.

— 

yet unknown writer

This is the kind of love I want to find one day.

(found it on Berlin-artparasites –someone pls find me the author of this quote)

“We won the war,” they say.

Harry isn’t inclined to agree. How can they say that when former Death Eaters are still being persecuted, when their children are being outcasted for something out of their control?

He sees Draco Malfoy’s child, Scorpius, sitting in the front of the class, keeping to himself, and feels his heart break. He hears the jibes that the other students, his own students, throws at the poor boy, and it makes him angry. A punishment is enough for the offenders, he thinks, because they’re still young. They have time to learn. The parents, he knows, are the ones who won’t change. He sees it in their eyes, the way a haunted expression washes over and clouds their judgment. It’s frustrating to see that all his efforts didn’t change anything at all.

“I didn’t fight a war for this,” he wants to scream, “I didn’t risk my life just for another group to be discriminated against.”


“Why didn’t you marry Ginny?” they ask.

Harry’s tired of people asking. Molly’s a lovely person, the mother figure that he never had, but she doesn’t understand. Marriage wasn’t the answer, not at the time. He would wake up in the middle of the night screaming in terror. He would flinch at the sight of a wand pointed at him, whether it is with good intentions or not, and would have to fight the urge to draw his own wand. His eyes would dart around a place, searching for exits, even if he knew it to be safe. For a time, his hand never strayed far from his holster, fingertips always in contact touch with the wand in case of an attack.

 Harry knew that he wasn’t stable, that he needed time, time alone, to heal his scars (if they ever did heal). Ginny wasn’t happy about that, not understanding his exact struggle, and thus they had to separate.

“I was broken,” he whispers softly, “I am broken. Can’t you see?”


“How can you forgive him?” they wonder.

Harry just does. Draco had apologized and offered to repay a Life-Debt, but Harry refuses. The past is in the past and there’s no use in dwelling on it. Draco had been young and he made all the wrong choices. Harry wasn’t going to fault him for doing what he thought was right. He’s just happy that Draco had changed, seeing the error in his ways.

It did, however, come as a surprise when Draco came to him after his classes had ended with flowers in hand. They had been talking more and more with Draco constantly checking up on Scorpius. It’s cute, Harry thinks, but he keeps that to himself.

“To apologize again?” Harry asks bemusedly. Draco hasn’t sent an apology gift in a while, but he couldn’t for the life of him think why Draco would get him flowers.

Draco shakes his head. “No.” His cheeks are dusted a light pink. “To ask you out on a date.”

“Everyone deserves a second chance,” he replies. “And to answer your question, how can I not?”


“You deserve better,” they patronize.

Harry’s response is quick and sweet.

“And, I got it.” He smirks and walks away to where Draco and Scorpius are waiting.

YIKES! I just found out I’m the longest resident EVER at the animal control shelter  in Athens, Georgia.

Hi, I’m Biz, and I asked my best volunteer friend why no one had picked me. She said it’s really just because everyone at the shelter loves me too much to let me go! AWWWW!

Then she admitted that was selfish and she ran right out and asked the Shelter Pet Project to feature me, and here I am!

As you can tell, I’m super-happy. I love to give kisses and play  with the other dogs at the shelter. I’m cheerful, affectionate, and playful. I have a great sense of humor and some pretty awesome ears!

I haven’t mastered that “fetch” game the humans like so much, but I can toss my own ball in the air and catch it all day! Also, when I feel like some love, I will just lie right next to you and plop my paws in your lap! BEST. THING. EVER. Guaranteed!

And when I know you have treats? Wait til you see my puppy dog eyes!

I’m two years old, healthy, neutered, and weigh 45 pounds of pure sweetness. To learn more or meet me, just email my buds at   info@athenspets.net.

Not near me? Re-blogging saves lives!

Love,

Biz

NCT as things I have heard my friends say

I’m doing this because my friends bet me this would get more than 100 notes within 5 days because she is certain my friends say the stupidest shit ever she 100% right but thats not something I’ll ever tell her

Taeil: *recording video* “I love my friends so much” *Camera turns off* “Fuck you bitches with a million glitter pens”

Hansol: “Whoever says anything stupid will get sent to the kinky dungeon”

Johnny: “Yes the weather up here is nice. Do you know what would be nicer? A little fucking respect around here”

Taeyong: “I may be young but ain’t stopping me from dancing to EXO as sexy as I like”

Yuta: “God they are so hot, it’s a shame that I’m straight!”

Kun: “Of course I killed him the guy forgot about me, like how can anyone forget this handsome face”

Doyoung: “I may look sweet and angelic but under my skin is a hell fire waiting to burn you all”

Ten: “A different dick a day keeps the churches away”

Jaehyun: “My flirting skills are the only thing I have going for but at least there that”

WinWin: “Pro-tip for life, your cute is your greatest weapon use it to manipulate and demolish your friends and enemies”

Mark: “I worked my ass off for what, a lousy dirty muffin”

Renjun: “So what if I like cartoons? They make me happier than you losers I call friends”

Jeno: “I would kill you if I wasn’t so goddamn attracted to you, maybe we should just divorce” 

Haechan: “Do you have time to talk about our lord, saviour and greatest ass of the century, me you fuck trees”

Jaemin: “A friend of mine once said “I would kill you if I wasn’t so goddamn attracted to you, maybe we should just divorce” we’re still together though and now we have a child”

Chenle: “I shall sacrifice the taller guy to satan for a cute ass puppy anyday”

Jisung: “I got scared of my shadow and jumped out my bedroom window out of habit”

I am increasingly concerned for my friends, some of these work well others don’t.

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Boku No Hero Academia Light Novel No.2 Translations

Commence Study Groups!

そろそろの勉強会: Chapter 1, Part 2 [click here for part 1] [Part 3]

(t/n: for some reason I found this quite hard to translate, but it was a quick short part before they switched back to yaomomo and gang, nonetheless enjoy the bakushima! p.s dont forget to read part 1!!! ^_^)

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If I never knew you I wonder how lonely this night would be, how I wouldn’t be here laying awake while my life sleeps so lightly so close to me. So little has passed but I still wished there was a way for me to meet you again. I wish I could meet you sooner; seconds, minutes, hours, days, years, loves, sorrows, heartbreaks sooner. I wish I could go to your door and send you a note so you would know to wait for me. That your sweet smile would stay the same through every hardship. That after every day, in the end I would be here. I would always be here.
Green Day songs for when you are feeling ________

Joy/hopeful: 99 Revolutions, 21st Century Breakdown, Carpe Diem, Forever Now, Good Riddance (Time of your life), Holiday, 21 Guns, King for a Day, Last of the American Girls, Minority, Ordinary World, Outlaws, Revolution Radio, See the Light, Somewhere Now, Still Breathing, Sweet 16, Waiting, Welcome to Paradise, ¡Viva la Gloria!

Love: 1,000 Hours, 80, 2,000 Light Years Away, Dry Ice, Fell for you, Hearts Collide, Last Night on Earth, Missing you, Only of you, Redundant, Scattered, See you tonight, Stay the Night, Sweet 16, The one I want, Whatsername, When it’s Time, Youngblood

Anger: Bab’s Uvula Who?, Brat, Christian’s Inferno, East Jesus Nowhere, Letterbomb, F.O.D, Ha Ha You’re Dead, Having a Blast, Horseshoes and Handgrenades, Kill the DJ, Know your Enemy, Platypus(I Hate You), Say Goodbye, Take Back, You Lied

Confusion: A Little Boy Named Train, Are We the Waiting, Armatage Shanks, Coming Clean, Going to Pasalacqua, Jaded, Knowledge, Loss of Control, One for the Razorbacks, One of my lies, The Static Age, Too Dumb to Die, Walking Contradiction, Why do you want him?, X-Kid

Sadness/Pain: Amy, Give me novacaine, Macy’s Day Parade, Misery, No one knows, Outlaws, Pulling Teeth, Restless Heart Syndrome, Wake Me Up When September Ends, Whatsername, Words I Might Have Ate

Pity/Desperation: Brutal Love, Church on Sunday, Emenius Sleepus, Hitchin’ a Ride, Lazy Bones, Misery, Murder City, Oh Love, Paper Lanterns, Pulling Teeth, The Forgotten, Walk Away, ¿Viva La Gloria? (Little Girl)

Disgust: 86, All the Time, Jackass, Nice Guys Finish Last, Platypus (I hate you), Prosthetic Head, Reject, Sick of Me, Stuart and the Ave., The Grouch

Bored: Christie Road, Last Ride In, Lazy Bones, Longview, Rest, Rotting, Sassafras Roots, Tired Of Waiting For You, When I Come Around

Afraid: 16, Don’t wanna fall in love, Don’t leave me, No Pride, Peacemaker, Road to Acceptance, Troubled Times, Warning, X-Kid, Working Class Hero

Anxiety: Basket Case, Brain Stew, Burnout, No Pride, One of My Lies, Panic Song, Stuck With Me, Suffocate, Who Wrote Holden Caulfield?

Alone: Boulevard Of Broken Dreams, Castaway, Disappearing Boy, Jesus Of Suburbia, Misery, Missing You, Suffocate, Walking Alone

Jealousy: Chump, In The End, Nice Guys Finish Last, Paper Lanterns

a list of some of my favourite, most ExtraTM Fëanor moments : 

  • showed up to his dad’s house in full military gear just so he could throw a hissy fit at his brother in a public square , sword-waving theatrics and all
  • straight up slammed a door in Morgoth’s face , after quite literally yelling at him to get the fuck off his lawn
  • “Fëanor, lending us your Silmarils to save the Trees could prevent the world from plunging into complete darkness” / “And then what , do you waNT ME TO DIE is that it
  • “So dad , are we going back for Fingon now?” / *manic laughter* “Oh, Maedhros, my sweet summer child,”
  • pulled a total Patroclus and charged on the gates of Angband without waiting for backup , then promptly got into a swordfight with a bunch of Balrogs 
  • couldn’t help being dramatic even in death and turned into ashes on the spot before his sons could bury him
  • if you ever feel like your job is hard , just remember that Mandos is gonna have to put up with this dude camping out in his office until the end of Arda
nct dream on valentine’s day

mark

-gets confessed to a lot by the blushy shy ones and always politely turns them down

-probably gets a shit ton of presents 

-always goes “!!! oh omg!!! no it’s ok you didnt need to give me a present!!! hahaha, but ty!!!!!!!”

-a sweet precious bean that is extra careful not to hurt anyone’s feelings

-probably ends up going to the arcade with hyuck and wins a teDDY BEAR FOR HIM :’)))

-also gets smol gifts for the rest of his bandmates


donghyuck

-really awkward when receiving confessions

-he’d scratch the back of his neck and just go “sorry,,,, i dont really like you that way,,, but we can still be friends!!”

-probably gets a shit ton of chocolate 

-has to be dragged away so he doesnt eat all of them

-”mOrK LeE LeT ME AT THoSe chOColAtes oR I’lL FIgHT

-is a lil bit nicer to everyone on this day

-scoffs over skinship between couples and proceeds to backhug mark


jaemin

-gets!!! the most!!!! confessions and secret love letters!!!!!

-probably hugs everyone that confesses to them and turns them down so gently !!!!

-”i dont like you like that bUT someone else will bc ur such a cutiepie and a good person!!!!!”

-gets a lot of confessions from boys too like wowzas what a boi

-his desk is overfilled with gifts

-pstt he always gets like one stuffie that he treasures for the rest of his life bc he just loves stuffies so much

-plans a date w/ him and jeno lbr


jeno

-!!!!! BASICALLY JAEMIN

-the two of them run around school stealing all the hearts smh

-”im so flattered!!! but i dont like u that way :((((”

-pretends to be shocked when confessed to like jeno we all know you prepared for this the night before

-he probably practiced how to turn people down in the mirror

-”i dont like you that way- wAIT NO THAT’S TOO HARSH”

-will feed jaemin his chocolate in the middle of the hallway, gives no fucks


chenle

-an actual sunshine!!!!!

-legitimately didnt expect any confessions 

-maybe gifts bUT NO CONFESSIONS

-sunshine so bright it’ll mend all the broken hearts

-”!!!! this is,,, this is so sweet but!!! i dont like u that way,,,,, maybe in another life when our life isnt so complicated,,,, *dramatic sigh*”

-AN ACTUAL DRAMA QUEEN

-stares at renjun the entire day and hopes renjun says something

-(always sad when he never does :((( )

-gets everyone lil presents


renjun

-oblivious to everything

-a girl would be trying to confess to him and he’d just never notice

-shy smiles!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-sososososo flattered by confessions and loves secret love letters

-goes on with his day like it’s any other day tbh (bf chenle doesnt like that)

-only notices chenle felt neglected on this vvv special day when jaehyun tells him

-so he dasi run run runs to the store to get a teddy bear and proclaim his unDYING LOVE FOR HIM

-i mean u gotta pair extra with extra™️️


jisung

-sweet innocent baby!!!!!

-blanks out when confessed to

-he literally does not know what to say

-probably stutters out his response aW

-”i-i-i’m,,,,, uh,,,,,, thank,,,,,,,,,,”

-a single bead of sweat just rolls down the side of his face and he literally goes into fight or flight mode

-’do i fight,,,,, nono jisung theyre a nice person!!! no fighting!!!!! so do we,,,, do i,,,, do i ruN LET’S RUN’

-probably gets a lot of cheek kisses from his hyungs bc he’s 2 cute to resist

-gets chocolate for his bandmates

-blushes a lot !!!!!!!!!

anonymous asked:

I reread home because I missed it and now that I know the last chapter is a month away I honestly have no idea what to do with my life. also I need more good fics to read while I wait, do you have any suggestions? :/ <3333

Aw, you’re sweet! I’m sorry to bear this news but, I calculated that it will probably take me until mid-June to finish the art… But I do have some good pieces that I will be posting soon!

Oh goodness, I have a handful of favorites, I LOVE:

In Case the Daylight Never Comes by plume_bob (Magic, slow burn, 82k)

Kaleidoscope by Vendelin (artist!Derek, coffee shops, fantastic storytelling skills, saturated in warmth with a splash of drama/surprise, 54k)

Strut on a Line, it’s Discord and Rhyme by xiaq (magic, high school AU, the sweetest purest innocent love, deep characters, 62k)

There is more to life than him. There are cafes on cozy city corners with vintage chandeliers and that waiter that always smiles at you when you order a chai latte. There are christmas trees that shine through apartment windows and that seventy year old couple across the hall who walk around the park at 9:30 every morning. Rainy Thursdays when you’re awoken by the patter of rain on your roof and Sunday nights when the week is yours to conquer. There’s swimming in the ocean at dusk when the sky is pink and the saltwater is warm. There’s sweet wine to drink with your best friends and karaoke songs to butcher with any willing participant. There are bubble baths after a long day and a clean bed with fresh sheets. There are adventures waiting in some far off country and a boy who will look at you one day like you’re the only person in the damn world. There is more to life than heartbreak.
—  reminder
The Morning After.

Marauders Era

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Reader || Sirius Black x Reader || Remus Lupin x Reader ||  Lily Evans x Reader || Severus Snape x Reader .

Warning: Somewhat sexually themed altho not explicitly described.

A/N: I knew that these are more than 3 characters (as stated in the rules) , but I wrote these on my own according so … Ima break my own rules. That doesn’t mean you should, but just a a note, because I probably will do this again in the future. 

Also I tried to keep the reader gender neutral, I hope I justified that idea. 

Please let me know what you all think!

Anyways Enjoy!


Loves,


- Admin Blue

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I can barely remember now
what this world was like before you.
I just want to feel you against my skin.
I just want to drink this moment in.
So baby let me fall.
I don’t care if we crash and burn.
You are what I’ve been waiting for.
As we grow we will learn.
We’ll stand together through every rise and fall.
—  K.N.B.
Monsta X as Boyfriends

a/n: This is based off of my personal opinion and surface area look at their natal charts! 💖

Shownu: This dude isn’t called a robot for nothing (lol) He truly isn’t that demonstrative when it comes to affection or emotions, but he isn’t just a hunk of metal. Emotions are prevalent, but within him rather than outside of him. Emotions rule his thought and decision making process, which is eventually what makes him pursue you. At first, he was sure that he’d rather just mess around than commit, but eventually his feelings got the best of him. He’s quiet even within your relationship, but a little more open with his actions. Expect 0 PDA, but tons of affection behind closed doors. He’d be the kind to silently protect you and at a distance – he will not hover over you. He’d hold you close at night and in the wee hours of the morning, snuggling you and pulling you close. Overall, he’s the dedicated, silent, protective boyfriend.  

Wonho: This guy is ALWAYS on the go. Get ready for a lot of “I saw this new fusion restaurant in the city, let’s go try it out!” but at like, 10pm, after you’ve already washed your face for bed. He’s that kind of guy. You don’t stay annoyed with him for very long because he’s truly a sweetheart who knows how to gas you up. He’ll run his fingers through your hair, cooing about how beautiful you are and how lucky he is. He’s a touchy guy, so expect lots of handholding and arms around your waist in public (although this is mostly just because he’s EXTREMELY protective.) He’s your number one fan, and he’d expect the same in return from you. Overall, a very sweet lover who likes to focus all of his energy on his love.

Minhyuk: Here is one who would have taken a while to finally settle down – in more ways than one. Like Wonho, he’s restless and prefers to be entertained rather than committed to a relationship. He’d love impromptu dates to the park or the market, just something to keep the two of you going. He’s a total romantic, and sometimes the idea of the relationship is better than the reality, so there will be times when you have to ground him and keep him focused on what is truly there. We all know how touchy this kid is, so expects LOTS of hugging, handholding, sneak kisses, and cuddles when you’re together. Overall, this guy just loves being with you in every sense of the term.

Kihyun: This guy is intense, to say the least. Everything he feels is on a grand scale. Everything he does is on a grand scale. He’s a total romantic and loves to do EVERYTHING for his lover, to the point where sometimes it feels like he’s hovering, but its really just because he cares a lot. He also has high ideals for himself and you. If either of you fall short, he’ll get anxious and become a total helicopter lover. You will be there to reign him in and let go of some of his perfectionist tendencies, which he will be immensely grateful for. He will always make sure that you are well taken care of and comfortable. He’ll even teach you how to cook if you don’t know how because while he loves taking care of you, he loves for you to be independent as well. PDA would extend as far as being handholding and hugging, but that’s about it. Expect much, much more in private *wink wink*. Overall, a dedicated, caring, and intense boyfriend.

Hyungwon: Often mistaken as lazy, it’s really just that this guy is constantly at war on the insides, that it exhausts him (lol) He’s a free spirit and inclined to do things on his own, so it may take him a while to open up to you. He’s quite the emotional one, which would shy him away from engaging in a committed relationship – mostly because he tends to take on the emotions of others. He’s a private guy, so do not expect much PDA from him, or even at home sometimes, but do not doubt for a second if he loves you. He’s more inclined to so small, simple acts of affection. For example, learning how to fix your favorite food, or reading your favorite book just so that you all have something more to talk about on your nights in. Overall, he’s thoughtful boyfriend.

Jooheon: This kid is an enigma, for sure. He’s honest and frank, but would not be forthcoming with his feelings in the beginning. Instead, he’d prefer to observe his object of interest for a while: learn more about them, make them feel comfortable around him, learn their secrets, and then he’d go in. Once you’ve got him, though, you’ve got him. He would certainly be the MOST committed out of all the boys (not to say any others wouldn’t be.) He’d take note of your favorite color and do his best to find special items for you in that color. He’d note your favorite food and be sure to keep it well stocked in your fridge. Small things that tell you that he listens and he cares. He’d demonstrative in love. Expect grandiose displays of affection (in private) and always keeping you near – not only due to protection, but because he’s not fond of being alone. Overall, a protective and thoughtful boyfriend.

Changkyun: It may not seem so, but once he set his eyes on you, he would not give up until he had given it his absolute all. Changkyun is the eccentric type: always thinking outside of the box, and quite scientific when it comes to his approach to life, but with you, it would be all feeling. He’s a stubborn dude, so the idea of him easily giving up his feelings for his object of interest is impossible. He’s be very sweet and unselfish when it came to wooing you, and even more so once you were in a relationship. Nothing huge and romantic, but expect meaningful lyrics written in your honor or the book you couldn’t stop gushing over, newly bought and waiting for you on the nightstand. Overall, he’d be sweet, caring, and dedicated.

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Sam’s SXSW Diary  |  Day 2

Hey all!! Day two of SXSW was such a blast! I woke up this morning feeling like a million bucks, and it was probably because I slept in a bed and not on a plane… but I’m sure the excitement of being here added to it as well!

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top 50 otps of all time ☆ #38. Andie McPhee & Pacey Witter

“I’m afraid because you’re the single most important being to ever grace my existence. Andie, I am falling hopelessly in love with you.”