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☽ Emotional Comfort: The Moon In The Houses
  • -☽-☽-☽ What Makes You Happy
  • Moon in the 1st House: Expressing yourself freely
  • Moon in the 2nd House: Protecting the things you value
  • Moon in the 3rd House: Sharing your ideas with others
  • Moon in the 4th House: Spending some time at home
  • Moon in the 5th House: Going out just to have fun
  • Moon in the 6th House: Feeling needed and useful
  • Moon in the 7th House: Spending time with your friends
  • Moon in the 8th House: Realizing how much you've grown
  • Moon in the 9th House: Travelling & chatting with foreigners
  • Moon in the 10th House: Being respected and admired
  • Moon in the 11th House: Feeling like you made a difference
  • Moon in the 12th House: Understanding yourself a little better
Slytherin + Hufflepuff friendship would include...

  • both being very protective of their friend in different ways
  • “Do not touch my friend if you ever want to see the light of day again.”
  • sneaking the other one into the dorm at night to have a sleepover
  • “You shouldn’t do that.”
  • the hufflepuff always baking / cooking for the slytherin and bringing it over, the slytherin shutting anyone down who dares to try and make a comment about it
  • sitting together in silence without getting bored
  • wearing each others scarves
  • the hufflepuff standing up for their slytherin friend, no matter how many rude comments they get from other houses
  • “I made you a knitter.” - “Please tell me you’re joking.” - “No, but you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.” - “Give it to me.”
  • the slytherin dragging their friend outside because they stayed up in their room for days, snuggled up into layers of blankets
  • the slytherin having to hold back the hufflepuff because once they get mad they’re scary as hell
  • “Do you want me to beat them up?” - “…” - “Is that a no?” - “Maybe just a little.”
  • the hufflepuff introducing the slytherin to all their other friends, so they can all hang out together
  • staying up late together and starting to talk about weird shit
  • “Do you want me to talk to him for you?” - “NOOO!”
  • endlessly loyal to each other
  • the hufflepuff always laughing at the slytherins sarcastic retorts
  • knowing all the family members and embarrassing family stories of the other one and having met them all at least once
  • the hufflepuff always singing along to horrible songs and the slytherin just silently putting up with it
Lust & Errors 01 (AU) | Jungkook x You

Rated: M

Warning: Dom themes, very light dubcon and inappropriate step sibling stuff. Be warned.

Summary: Step brother, fuck buddy… They were one and the same now. But what started out as some mindless fucking game, quickly turns into something much more difficult and complex.

Note: No words other than can y’all tell how fucked up I am by now? =D  Anyways, this is going to be a little mini series. :) It was originally supposed to be just a oneshot, but I thought of a cool story, so yeah. I’m tired so I’m not editing tonight lol.

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It was wrong, you knew it. He knew it. But you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. It was like an addiction - each of you the other one’s drug. The situation itself wasn’t right, but it also wasn’t fair either. You and Jungkook had been hooking up before your father and his mother decided to get together. It wasn’t that big of a deal until they made the decision to tie the knot and ultimately labeling you and your fuck buddy as future siblings.

However, the engagement didn’t stop your encounters, nor did the actual marriage which officiated the fact you were supposedly ‘brother and sister’ now. You fucked every chance you got. After school when your parents were still at work, in his car when you two would drive to some abandoned parking lot with the notion of 'going to bond’ - but your encounters usually ensued in the middle of night while your parents slept, peacefully oblivious to the sins happening under their very roof.

You would tiptoe silently through the house until you made it to Jungkook’s room. You wouldn’t knock, you would simply open the door as quietly as you could so you wouldn’t wake your sleeping parents. He’d be waiting for you in the nothing but his boxers and you’d greet him with nothing on but your panties and one of his white t-shirts that swallowed your small frame. When your parents asked what you were doing with your brother’s shirt on in the many mornings they found you wearing it, you’d innocently say that it was cozy and they wouldn’t press you any further about it.

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His || Jungkook || 0.5

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Teaser | 0.1 | 0.2 | 0.3 | 0.4 | 0.5

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Eris the 10th Planet thru the Houses, Where in Life Do You Feel “Left Out”?

Discovered in 2005, from plates found in 2003, Eris is a Trans-Neptunian Object, which is an astronomical term meaning further out than Neptune. She was named a dwarf planet along with Pluto. She was Planet X, then nicknamed Xena, then officially named after the brother of Ares/Mars, the goddess of discord.

Eris entered Aries in 1923 and will not enter Taurus until 2048, so almost everyone alive right now has Eris in Aries, therefore making the house of Eris more personal to you. It takes 556 years for Eris to orbit the sun.

“Eris is one who struggles against injustice and oppression. She has her war-like and even bloodthirsty side, with the higher manifestation of defending the weak and standing up for oneself. Her placement and aspects to other planets correlate to the archetype of the underdog warrior, speaking truth to power, and with also a willingness to resort to violence if necessary. Many manifestations of this archetype exist in the present culture, and the discovery period is also coincident with the onset of the Iraq war. This archetype represents a dire motif of the struggle for survival that is inherent in the natural world, and in humankind also, and which represents once again, as with Pluto and Chiron, a darker side of our common humanity that must be acknowledged and faced in our time. Where she located in your chart, you have the capability to make a powerful and perhaps ruthless stand for yourself, and to battle against all odds.” –Time Passages Software

Eris in the 1st house: Your presence is so radical that you don’t fit in with most people. You boldly state your opinions and you might even get a thrill from causing trouble between people. You are a brave fighter full of strength. You thrive on conflict as it propels you to feel alive. You prefer revolution over tradition. You crave discord and excitement as opposed to trying to find peace in life. You feel doldrums when life is too calm, you always feel the need to take on challenges.

Eris in the 2nd house: You resist the current system of economy and want to rebel against being dependent on money, you’re the person who is cut out for growing their own food and/or living off the grid. You feel a drive in your soul to not be materially attached, even if you might have other factors in your chart that indicate a tendency to splurge on possessions. You value sticking up for the underdog, fighting injustice, and living passionately.

Eris in the 3rd house: The school system made you feel boxed in; your learning style might not grasp academic lessons, but is able to absorb information when you are allowed to learn on your own. You didn’t get all the attention from teachers that would have helped you excel in the classroom, so rather, you reject commands of busy work assignments and find brilliance by doing projects your own way. You may have been made to feel dumb because you could not meet standards that other students could, yet the chaos in your mind brings ideas together when you are given freedom to learn at your own pace.

Eris in the 4th house: Your family made you feel like the odd one out, they did not sympathize with you during hard times. You had to break away from traditions and find yourself. The universe gives you permission to shamelessly reject what your parents taught you, as they may not have had the most well rounded perspective when they raised you. They likely treated you with injustice and made you feel oppressed.

Eris in the 5th house: Your idea of fun is different than those around you, so it may have been difficult to find comradery (feeling of a connected community) until you found a group of people with a common interest. Your hobbies are seen as strange, compared to typical activities that most people enjoy. Your children may have a discordant temperament. Your romantic life is filled with chaos.

Eris in the 6th house: You don’t fit in at most workplaces, you resist being subordinate to a boss. You feel oppressed by the daily grind and wish to find a more exciting job. You’d do well in an action packed vocation that allows you to be a maverick. You feel like you weren’t given a fair shot in the workforce and may excel more if you become self-employed. Your health will decline when you act discordant.

Eris in the 7th house: Relationships always seem to end up in flames in your life, which includes business partnerships, lovers, close friends, etc. You wonder why can’t I just find that special someone and make it last? You attract discordant people. Perhaps you haven’t worked through all the chaos within you and so you project others as being difficult. If you make a point to cultivate inner peace while acknowledging your own inner wild self, you will draw in the right people who do not provoke you too much.

Eris in the 8th house: Deep in your soul lies discordance that you need to embrace and understand. You desire a crazy sex life to let out inhibitions your chaotic emotions that you don’t get to release in other areas in life.

Eris in the 9th house: You feel that religion has oppressed you, you do not resonate with the faith you were raised with and it is up to you to explore spirituality in many forms to find your own truths. Traveling alone would be very therapeutic to you. You love the idea of higher learning, but the structure of college doesn’t agree with you. You experience injustice in the college setting.

Eris in the 10th house: Your discordant nature makes it difficult to achieve your career goals. You’d excel in a career that involves helping others who have been left out, for example, special education, infertility, adoption agencies, counseling, addiction, women’s or men’s rights advocacy, etc. You are resistant to bosses that expect you to be subordinate, you have to fight to achieve the goals and jobs that suit you.

Eris in the 11th house: No matter how many friends you have, you still feel like they don’t include you in their lives as much as you’d like. You feel like a lone wolf, you don’t fully fit in with most groups. If you find friends who appreciate your uniqueness, you’ll feel fulfilled. Make it a point to seek non-judgmental, open, and understanding people, and you can allow yourself to grow close to people who matter. You can heal from any previous friends who betrayed you or any times you felt like you had no one to reach out to.

Eris in the 12th house: You subconsciously want to be alone in order to dig deep into your spiritual self. You have sabotaged relationships and opportunities because you hadn’t worked thru your inner baggage. Your soul has likely existed on other planets as you feel estranged from this world in general. You can journey through other dimensions because your chaotic spirit endlessly searches for more. You are fighting a battle in your psyche, as Eris triggered the Trojan war. Your chaotic nature has been suppressed, as you realize that too many people in this world cannot handle you.

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Polaroids : Jonathan Byers x Reader

Originally posted by gillijacobs

A/N: Oops, I went a little crazy on this one, but I hope you like it!

“Happy Holidays, Byers family!” You shout throughout the little house, all decked out in a cheesy Christmas sweater and Santa hat.

“Jonathan! Your favorite weirdo is here!” Will yells from the couch. You just give him a playful glare and he laughs. “You know you’re my favorite, (Y/N),” he says with a smile.

“I better be, Byers.” You point your finger at him and toss a box into his chest. Will reacts just in time and catches the box upright. “You’re welcome.”

Will’s eyes go wide and he jumps up to hug you. “Thank you so much, (Y/N)!”

Presents were a rarity in the Byers’ house, so you made sure that you would bring gifts for every holiday. Whether it be Christmas, birthdays, Halloween, or even weird ones like Arbor Day. You started doing that when you first spent Christmas with the Byers’ two years ago. There were maximum 8 presents to split between everyone under their little Christmas tree, and it made your heart hurt. 

“You’re welcome, Will. I have some more for everyone in my car if you want to grab them,” you pry him off and present him with your car keys. He eagerly takes them from your hands, dashing to the driveway. Jonathan finally appears in the living room with his hands behind his back, obviously holding something. 

“Hey, babe,” you say, greeting him with a small kiss. “I have a present for you.”

“You know you didn’t have to get me anything, (Y/N),” he starts. “You always get me gifts, even for pointless holidays.”

“What?” you pout. “I can’t spoil my boyfriend?”

Jonathan places the little box on the couch before his arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer. You wrap your arms around his neck and give him another kiss. “It’s just that…I feel like I need to spoil you. You’re so amazing and you deserve everything, which I can’t give to you.”

“Hey, Byers, I don’t need any gifts. You are the best thing that I could have.” You smile, looking straight into his eyes. “Plus, I enjoy spoiling you guys a little. You all work so hard, especially your mom, and you all deserve it.”

Jonathan touches his forehead to yours gently. “Wow, I love you,” he whispers before attaching his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. You start to melt a little when you hear the front door slam, prompting you both to pull away. Will stands at the door with a pile of presents in his arms, trying not to topple over. Jonathan just shakes his head at you, knowing that all of them were from you.

“What?” you attempt to look innocent but just end up smiling. You go over to help Will place all the presents under the tree as Jonathan takes a couple off the top of the pile. You all make your way over to the tree and set them down gently. Joyce walks in on you three, drying her hands on a towel, completely puzzled with what was taking place.

“Um, hello?” Joyce suddenly says, startling all of you. You’re the first to stand, followed by Will then Jonathan. “What’s going on?”

“Hi, Mrs. Byers!” You say, rummaging for one of her gifts. You find the one in gold wrapping paper and hand it to her. “Merry Christmas!”

A small smile forms on her face and she pulls you in for a hug. “Thank you so much, (Y/N). You have no idea how much this means to me. I feel like I need to repay you.”

“It’s really no problem, Mrs. Byers. I promise.” You hug her back and when she finally lets go, you can see a few tears in her eyes.

“Oh, wait! Let me go get the camera!” She quickly adds, wiping her eyes. She comes back a few seconds later with an old Polaroid camera in her hands. “Alright, all of you get together!”

You three arrange yourselves in front of the tree and smile wide, arms wrapped protectively around one another. “One, two, three!”

Joyce snaps two pictures and grabs them one by one as they slide out of the camera. She hands one to you and holds on to one for herself. 

She smiles at the scene in front of her, content for once in a long time. “My beautiful little family,” she whispers to herself. “My beautiful, little family.”

He was right

Hellooo lovelies! Here’s something a little different. Really hope you enjoy! All the love, B xx

Originally posted by hryhoney

The pop pop pop of the corn exploding and turning into white crunchy popcorn invades his ears and the sickening smell of the caramel he’s stirring on a small pan on the stove top invades his nostril and make him roll his eyes - you’ve always been addicted to caramel popcorn and he never understood why. He always told you it was too sweet for his taste and he couldn’t eat more than a handful but you… you could eat it until the bowl was empty and you had sticky fingers and smacking lips.

Mixing everything into the silver bowl you said was designated to your popcorn addiction, he makes way for your bedroom, where the two of you are setting up to watch a movie for the night.

“What’s that smell?” You yell and you sound… disgusted. He’s ten feet away from the door and he sniffs, trying to find what’s the smell you’re talking about but still, the only thing he can smell is the caramel from the popcorn in his hand.

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Tom Holland Imagine - I Have Questions

request: tom imagine on the song I Have Questions - camila

a/n: based very loosely on the song I Have Questions by Camila Cabello. i love this song sooooo much but it’s so sad

word count: 1542

masterlist: (x)

tagged: @pakistaaani

Originally posted by coffee-with-a-hint-of-fuck-you


“What are you doing here?” you asked him as he stood on the doorstep of the house the two of you had bought together five years ago; the house you had made a home together, filling it with happy memories which you’d hung in mismatched picture frames on the walls over the years - these picture frames were now shattered in tiny pieces across the wooden floors of the house after your fit of rage the night he left; the house which was now filled with an eerie silence and the ghosts of your once perfect relationship; the house he’d abandoned you in five nights ago after giving up on your relationship.

 “I’m sorry,” he said, his eyes tearful. “I didn’t… I never meant for it to be this bad. Please let me in, I just want to talk about it.” You were close to slamming the door in his face, but you resisted. The temptation of welcoming him back home was too strong. The hope of him changing his mind, going back on his word, was still there.

“I have questions for you,” you said, finally opening the door enough for him to enter. “Is it my fault?” you asked sitting on the coffee table in the lounge as Tom sat on the sofa he’d picked out eight months ago after he redecorated the lounge as a surprise while you were away working.
“No,” his face softened slightly. “No of course not. It’s not you, it’s-”
“It’s not you, it’s me,” you finished for him. “Really? You’re gonna use that bullshit?” Tom hung his head, almost in shame, realising how pathetic his clichéd excuse was. “Why, Tom? Do you even care about any of this? Do you care?” you gestured to the house around you, tears pricking at your eyes. “Why don’t you care about this life we’ve been building together over the past decade? Why don’t you care?”

Almost ten years ago, you had met Tom at a mutual friend’s birthday party and the two of you were smitten with one another instantly. You’d fallen in love with him fast. He’d seen you at your worst, and you’d seen him at his; when things didn’t seem to go the way either of you had planned in terms of your careers, or sour friendships, or just life in general, you always had each other to come home to. He was the only constant in your life, even if he was travelling throughout most of the year for his job. You had had rocky patches in your relationship in the past, of course, but neither of you had ever walked out before, never even threatening to do so. 

“You took your ring off,” his breath hitched in his throat as he noticed the engagement ring he’d given you three years ago wasn’t in its usual spot on the fourth finger of your left hand. You nodded as you bit down on the inside of your cheeks to stop the tears from spilling. Tom rubbed his hands over his face, the skin of his hands catching on the stubble he hadn’t managed to shave. 

“I couldn’t look at it anymore,” you said quietly. It was upstairs, in the drawer of his bedside cabinet, in the box it had came in when he bought it. You’d only brought yourself to take it off last night. Keeping it on had only reminded you of what you once had, and it kept a niggling thought in the back of your mind that he might come home and tell you it was only a joke, that he wasn’t really leaving you. 

“Is there someone else?” you finally asked the question you didn’t have the courage to ask him the other day. It had been your first thought when he announced he was ending the relationship. He didn’t flinch at your question, not bothering to even lift his head up to look at you. “Oh God,” you exhaled shakily. Your chest felt heavy, knowing his answer without him having to say a word.
“It’s not what you think,” he said bluntly.
“Yeah, well, it never is, is it?”
“Let me explain, y/n, please.”
“I should’ve never ever trusted you,” you thought aloud. “Ten years, Tom. Ten years we’ve been together. Why don’t you care?”
“I do care.”
“No you don-”
“Yes, y/n. Yes I fucking do care. Why do you think I came back here, huh? Why do you think I’m talking to you in here rather than upstairs packing my stuff?” Tom sounded angry, his voice raised. His jaw was tense, and the vein in his temple was slowly becoming more prominent. His fists were balled in his lap, his knuckles turning an ice white. “I care. I care too fucking much,” he spat. “It’s killing me.”

“How long have you been cheating on me?” You asked after a long, uncomfortable silence.
“It’s not… I wasn’t… I’m not..” he stumbled over his words.
“Answer the damn question, Tom!”
“Four months,” he whispered. He lifted his head to look at you through teary eyes. “I’m sorry.” His voice sounded desperate. “Babe. Baby, please!” he called after you as you stood from you seat on the coffee table and left the lounge. 

He followed you into the kitchen as you hurriedly tried to escape him. As he grabbed your wrist you turned to face him, brushing him off of you. He was crying now, sobbing even. Whenever you had seen Tom like this, you’d kissed him and held him in your arms, comforting him until he calmed down. But you couldn’t do that now, as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t wipe away his tears. 

“After everything Harrison went through when Rachel cheated on him. You know how much that ripped him apart.” Six years ago, Harrison’s ex-girlfriend, Rachel, was sleeping with another man, and it had been Tom that had walked in on them. Of course, he’d told Harrison straight away, and he and Rachel had broken up, leaving you and Tom to pick up the pieces of Harrison’s broken heart. You’d both cried with Harrison, his misfortune paining you and Tom equally. You’d promised neither of you were ever to go through anything like that again. “Please, Tom. I’m waiting for an explanation.”

Tom took a deep breath to try and steady his racing heartbeat. His left hand rubbed at the skin of his right arm fiercely, a nervous habit he had picked up. With shaky hands, you wiped the tears from your cheeks, watching as he fidgeted under your gaze.

“I stopped seeing her,” he told you. “I know that doesn’t make it any better. I know. And I thought it would be okay, I thought I could just forget about it, like it was just a blip in our relationship. We’ve been together for almost eleven years, y/n. That’s a long time.”

“It’s not an excuse.”
“I know that,” Tom was sombre, his heart was heavy with sadness. “It was last year, the end of July. I… I ended it just before Christmas. I thought that if you never found out it would all be okay. And it was. We were so fucking good right after it, don’t you remember, baby? It made me realise how much I love you. I’m so fucking in love with you, babe. The, uhm, the affair just proved that to me. But then I kept having dreams of you finding out, and it made me feel so guilty and it was eating away at me. I just couldn’t put you through that. I thought that maybe if I ended it, with no explanation, I thought it would save you from heartbreak.”
“I gave you all of me, Tom. My blood, my sweat, my heart, and my tears. Everything. You know everything about me. I thought I knew everything about you too.”

“It’s been killing me,” he continued. “It’s killed me thinking of you alone in this house. I thought I at least owed you explanation.” His eyes followed you as you took a seat at the dining table, both of you unsure of what to say. “I love you,” Tom concluded. “I love you so much. I still want to marry you, babe. I still want to live in this house with you. I still want to start a family with you. I still want all of the future we planned together. If you’ll let me?”


“No,” you said, shaking your head.

“No?” Tom questioned, his voice wobbling. “I’m your soulmate, y/n. Don’t you remember what we used to say? We’re so lucky we found our soulmates so young because we have so much more time to spend together. Don’t you remember? You’re my soulmate. My fucking soulmate. I don’t want this to end. I can’t leave you. The other day, it was just the guilt, I know I needed to tell you. I needed to come clean. But we can try again, right?” He was almost begging you now. “We can forget about all of this. It’s just a bump in the road. You’re still my soulmate. This doesn’t change the fact you’re my soulmate.”

“Maybe I don’t believe in soulmates anymore, Tom.”

Forgotten - Jughead Jones

Hello! May I request an imagine where Jughead and Archie’s little sister are dating because when Archie ditched him in the summer she went and comforted him or something and it’s all fluffy and adorable? Thank you!!

Originally posted by dailyriverdale

I think I may have changed it a little, but I hope you like it!

It was the day your brother woke you up early by being far too noisy, when you realized it. “What’s wrong with you Archie?” Your voice was a whisper when you spoke. Archie was halfway out the door and it was early in the morning. “Jughead is waiting for you to go on your road trip,” you had caught him sneaking out while speaking to some mystery girl over the phone. “Don’t tell Jughead or Dad,” he said seriously, but you just rolled your eyes. “You’re a horrible friend Archie, just ditching him for a girl!” You stormed back upstairs to your room and Archie made his escape out the door. You felt anger surging through your veins as you quickly got ready. If Archie wasn’t going to hang out with his friend, you would. Jughead didn’t deserve this treatment, plus he was fun to be around. You pulled on a shirt and some comfy pants, followed by your favorite pair shoes. You grabbed your phone and waited until Archie was farther away from the house. You made your way downstairs and out the door, starting the walk to Jughead’s house.


“Y/N, what are you doing here?” This was the first thing Jughead asked when he opened the front door and saw you. You smiled at him, “I’m here to hang out with you.” He raised an eyebrow, stepping out on his porch and shutting the door behind him. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at you. “Not that I don’t enjoy your company, but wasn’t it Archie who wanted to hang out?” You stared back, searching for an excuse Jughead would believe. Luckily, his phone buzzed and you didn’t have to. As he read it, he just shook his head and scoffed.

“Nevermind, your brother just texted me,” he sounded pissed off so you could only assume Archie had really screwed up. He looked back up at you and you turned to looked at your shoes. “You don’t have to waste your time with me, Y/N,” he said and you just shook your head. “I want to,” you replied and he nodded. He pulled his jacket more securely over his chest, and walked past you. “So where are we going?” You walked down his stairs to stand next to him. He placed his hand on his waist, giving you room to link your arm with his. As you did, you smiled and said, “to Pop’s we go!” He gave you a smile and you both made your way to the diner.

Surprisingly, Pop’s was basically empty when you and Jughead arrived. Granted, it was the 4th of July, so everyone was probably at home or in someone else’s backyard at a barbeque. You and Jughead picked booth with a window after ordering food. “If you don’t mind me asking,” you said, playing with the straw of your milkshake, “what was Archie’s excuse?” Jughead looked up, still holding a fry in his fingers. “He said he just had better plans,” he popped the french fry in his mouth. You rolled your eyes, “I’m sorry my brother is so stupid sometimes. It’s like he gets blinded from what truly matters.” Jughead nodded in thought. “It’s okay, really, I should get used to being forgotten.” You shook your head, “nonsense Juggie, you’re too memorable.” He let out a dry chuckle, “If I was, I’d be with my best friend, not his sister.” You swallowed at his words and he realized what he had said. “I didn’t mean it like that, Y/N. I really enjoy hanging out with you.” You nodded, glancing out the window at the blue sky, that was still tinted with colors from the dawn.

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Headcannons: Your First Sleepover With Them.

a/n: I hope you all enjoy!

Darry:

-Darry was really worried that the boys would scare you away.

-He would ask them to tone down the crazy.

-But of course they would be just as loud and obnoxious as ever.

-While Darry cooked you sat with him and watched him with a fond smile.

-Late that night while you two were laying in bed he would apologize for all of the guys.

-You would call him crazy.

-You loved his family and his friends.

-And you made sure to tell him that.

-The next morning you got up to make everyone breakfast.

-Darry insisted that you didn’t have to because you were the guest.

-But you loved how domestic it felt.

-The boys say you make the best pancakes.

-They all want to keep you around forever.

-And Darry figures he just might.


Sodapop:

-Sodapop is just excited to be able to hold you close to him all night.

-He is really excited for your arrival and makes sure all your favorite foods are at his house.

-You guys go to bed pretty early but it’s mostly so you two can cuddle.

-You think he’s pretty adorable when he’s tired.


Ponyboy:

-He’s definitely nervous at first.

-But of course you two watched the sunset together.

-And that calmed his nervousness.

-You two would lay facing each other.

-And hold hands.

-You two would have the best late night talks.

-He would fall asleep first.

-And you would kiss his cheek before you fell asleep as well.


Two-Bit:

-Two-Bit definitely wants to build a fort with you.

-You will gather up every single pillow blanket and sheet in the house.

-And you two would actually get into it.

-And when you actually got into the fort things were so comfortable and warm.

-You two slept in the fort and woke up early the next day.

-You shifted the fort so you could still sit in it and watch cartoons while you ate breakfast.


Dally:

-Your first sleep over wouldn’t be planned.

-It would be a random surprise for both of you but you didn’t mind.

-He would give you one of his t-shirts to wear.

-And you wouldn’t want to give it back the next day.

-Dally is actually kind of cuddley when he’s tired.

-And you love laying with him.

-The next morning you two would go out to breakfast.


Steve:

-You’d sleep over Steve’s for the first time because you two were hanging out and it got to late for you to go home.

-When you two got to his house you’d eat a midnight snack of ice cream.

-You’d never been to his room before so when you were alone in there for a moment you liked to look around.

-When you two finally went to bed he was definitely the big spoon for you.

-And you absolutely loved sleeping by his side.


Johnny:

-Johnny wouldn’t bring you back to his house.

-He wouldn’t tell you why for a while until you saw the bruises on him.

-So you invited him over your house.

-You hadn’t been going out that long.

-And you figured it might be early in the relationship for a sleep over.

-But you did not want him going back to his parents.

-When he showed up at your house one night you made him hot chocolate.

-And when you want to sleep you held each other close all night.

Hidden Enemies in the 12th house

Please Note: I don’t want this post to scare anyone. This is just a method I am trying out. Astrology shows us potentials, but it doesn’t have to be the end all truth.

A “dispositor” is the planet that rules the sign that another planet is in. For example, Venus would be the dispositor for Mars in Taurus. Jupiter and Neptune would both be dispositors of Saturn in Pisces.

Mars traditionally ruled Scorpio before Pluto was discovered by Percival Lowell.

Saturn traditionally ruled Aquarius before Uranus was discovered by William Herschel.

Jupiter traditionally ruled Pisces before Neptune was discovered (I’ve heard it is debatable who truly discovered Neptune first.)

Sun’s dispositor is in the 12th house: Your father isn’t always thinking about what’s best for you. Your father might have been selfish in ways that were hurtful to you. You learn to be a better person and not fall into his behavioral patterns.

Moon’s dispositor is in the 12th house: Your mother didn’t always raise you with your best interests in mind. Your mother might have been selfish and made you feel victimized. As you do your “shadow work”, you transcend any awful experiences, instead of allowing them to affect how you treat other people.

Mercury’s dispositor is in the 12th house: Your siblings made you feel like you didn’t measure up. Watch our for young people who may try to manipulate you. Your mind can tap into the collective to gain inspiration if you ease your mind to be open to the universe.

Venus’s dispositor is in the 12th house: Women may try to manipulate you. Lovers make you feel victimized, and you’re meant to have relationships that bring out deep emotions. You gain appreciation for the beauty of the universe as you allow yourself to grow from tough relationships, releasing pettiness, grudges, and old heartbreaks.

Mars’s dispositor is in the 12th house: Men may make you feel victimized and it is up to you to find your own power. Something always seems to hold you back from feeling motivated and following thru with tasks, but as you do your “shadow work” and heal your inner world, you sabotage yourself less and you become more powerful. You are learning to move forward and fight for what is right in the most effective way, after you identify what drains your energy and the way of life that is best for you.

Jupiter’s dispositor is in the 12th house: Teachers, gurus, leaders, and healers might not be as grand as they seem. There are many psychics who con people out of their money, by making the client feel scared, so that they come back to them for more “healing” or advice. There is a huge grey area between genuine psychics/healers/gurus/teachers that truly help people, and the ones who kinda sorta help, but make the person/client feel invalidated, all the way down to “snake oil salesmen” who cold read people, and catch onto their desires. There are “gurus” and people claiming to be on a spiritual path who influence women to get in bed with them. Just watch out for leaders who don’t have your best interest in mind. Find your own truth, you are your own guru!

Saturn’s dispositor in the 12th house: Authority figures, people much older than you, bosses, your father, elderly family members, etc. may not have your best interest in mind. It may be tempting to ask for advice from someone you admire, but you might be inviting them to criticize you.  I had it happen to me where I had someone blame me for my “mistakes” without even listening to my whole story and how things came to happen. Remember that elderly people can be full of wisdom, but they can also be stuck to principles/ideas that do not work for everyone. Sometimes people who are older could be so stuck to their opinions that they refuse to be receptive to a young person. Find the wise crone within you and be very careful about revealing parts of your life to authority figures and elders.

Uranus’s dispositor in the 12th house: Rebels, badasses, geniuses, etc. might not be the best influences in your life, they could be manipulative, or lead to your own self undoing. Find the wildness within you and embrace it! Accept the parts of you that stray from the norm, as they lead you to your brilliance.

Neptune’s dispositor in the 12th house: Your desire for escapism can become a self-undoing. This is another case where a person could be prone to snake oil salesmen, as well as gurus, and psychics who cause damage to a client/student/follower without owning up to it. When a healer or psychic gives a session and says something inappropriate or damaging, and the client calls them out/stands up for themselves, the healer might say something like, “Ask yourself why that hurt so that your healing process can start”, instead of holding themselves accountable for saying something inaccurate/uncalled for. Over the course of my life, I’ve had over a dozen psychic readings, (maybe a lot more than that) some left me feeling invalidated, and some were wonderful. Choose wisely who you allow to read for you ;). Neptune is full of deception… Psychics are ruled by Neptune, perhaps therapists could be as well. Clients come to these people in their weakest hour, and sometimes they get taken advantage of.

Side note: if a psychic, astrologer, teacher, guru, healer, etc. actually cares about whether you are satisfied with your reading/session, that’s a good sign. Many healers will mirror any dissatisfaction back to the client, making the client feel like it is their fault, I’ve heard of this happening. Some psychics will insist they are correct about what they perceive about someone’s life, instead of accepting it when the client tells them they’re wrong. I absolutely love the metaphysical community, but it comes with just as much deception as it does wisdom.

Pluto’s dispositor in the 12th house: Someone who you perceive as magnetic, seductive, and influential might actually be self serving, or just not that great of a person for you to associate with. For example, maybe you have Pluto in Sagittarius, the dispositor would be Jupiter, then maybe you have Jupiter in the 12th. Another example, you have Pluto in Libra, and you have Venus in the 12th.

Fortunate Mishap - Yuta (M)

A/N: Sorry I’m so late… I always do this UGH. It was pretty smooth sailing in the beginning but then I hit a point where I was kinda stuck and didn’t know what I was doing… ;-; hopefully it ain’t obvious tho

Also, Imma add an epilogue in a few hours or smth… I just wanted to get this up bc I know yall been waiting

-Admin Kay

Pairing: Yuta x Reader

Genre: Smut - SEXUAL CONTENT

Word Count: 3,673

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The Arrangement (Part 8)

Summary: You and Dean head out to his hometown, where you finally get to meet Mary and John. The sleeping situation causes some minor problems.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings: language, sexual tension

A/N: here it is, guys! Part 8! I hope you all like it!

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anonymous asked:

can I ask for rfa +v and saeran reacting to an mc who wears barley anything around the house and has no shame even if friends come over can you make it nsfw please!

Aaah! I’m sorry, I couldn’t write V!! I can’t really imagine his reaction…

Sorry >-<

–R.I.

Warning: NSFW

Yoosung

  • he couldn’t handle it, the poor thing
  • you wore ONLY a sweater around the house. And it was usually unzipped halfway, too.
  • it was really, really distracting
  • at every meal, he was always more hungry for you than food
  • even cuddling, he found himself concentrating on your bare skin against him
  • and he could barely focus on his homework, whatwith the way you sat on the couch with your knees up, and he could see your hard nipples poking out and your fingers playing with your wet pussy- wait what?
  • “Mmn… Yoosung~” you moaned, eyes closed
  • he felt himself grow hard at the sight.
  • suddenly, a series of knocks came at the door, and you went to answer it
  • Seven had come to drop off a package of Honey Buddha Chips, and he definitely noticed your wet thighs, but refrained from commenting
  • instead, he went up to Yoosung and whispered, “oho~ looks like you’re having fun, hm~?”
  • “don’t look at my girlfriend!” Yoosung glared angrily, pushing Seven out the door
  • “and you! You’re coming with me!”
  • He drags you to the bedroom, leaving his homework forgotten. God, this was the reason why he was such a bad student.

Zen

  •  he loved when you wore only his shirt and panties around the house
  • highly supportive
  • but he hated that you didn’t bother changing even when his co-actors came to his house to practise lines
  • they flirted with you, shamelessly eyeing your bare legs
  • the worst part? You didn’t even realize they were flirting
  • and you felt no shame showing so much of yourself to them either
  • when they left, Zen shut the door firmly, turning to you
  • “You’ve been a very bad girl today. I think you deserve some punishment,” he growled, eyes narrowing angrily.

Jaehee

  • couldn’t understand the logic behind your nudity around the house
  • you wore absolutely nothing.
  • and when you had visitors, you only threw on a hoodie
  • Baehee gets jealous too, you know. She wants to be the only one to see you naked.
  • “but baehee~ we’re both women!”
  • “MC, that doesn’t mean I won’t attack you.”

Jumin

  • the first thing he comes home to everyday is you, wearing only lingerie as pyjama
  • yes, the first thing he comes home to is a tease. (followed by taking you into the bedroom.)
  • he growls lowly when he sees you shamelessly smiling at the bodyguards around the apartment. He makes sure to glare icily at each and every one of them each time to let them know you’re taken, and NOT a good choice of eye-candy.
  • you STILL wore barely anything even when there were visitors in the house! Granted, the only people who ever really visited were the RFA members, mostly V
  • speaking of V, he once jokingly suggested that you should become a lingerie model, and that he had photographers to introduce to you. I mean, you wore practically nothing with no shame. It wouldn’t hurt.
  • but Jumin didn’t take as a joke. (V hasn’t come back ever since. Now they meet up everywhere but the apartment)

Seven

  • usually, he locked himself in a dark room with his computers, so he never really noticed what you wore when you came in
  • until he comes out of his pigsty every once in a while, and finds you wearing only a spaghetti strap criss-cross shirt and thin panties.
  • and he becomes a blushing mess EVERY time, covering his eyes and looking away from you. (But seven, it’s nothing you haven’t already seen…)
  • he’s also reminded that you wore close to nothing when you curled up in his lap as he worked away on the computer, and your bare legs brushed against him
  • “…MC, are you sure you want to sit like that?”
  • you would soon feel his erection pressing against you… and sometimes if you sat just right, it would pulse right against your mound…
  • he’d still be working, typing at the speed of light
  • and you’d try to grind yourself against him, making the most of his hard-on
  • “MC. Please don’t tease me when I’m trying to work.”
  • but you would only proceed to unzip his pants and take out his throbbing cock into your mouth, sliding down onto the floor under his desk
  • his typing would suddenly stop, as the dark room made him more sensitive to your touch
  • “MC…”
  • the doorbell suddenly rang, and Seven quickly jumped to answer the door, covering his arousal with his sweater.
  • Yoosung had come to beg Seven for some Honey Buddha Chips, but when you came out in your revealing clothing…
  • he ran away, face completely red as he unwillingly eyed you from top to bottom. “N-NEVER MIND!”
  • Seven mentally checked to remember to hack into Yoosung’s LOLOL account and make him fail all his next missions.
  • he turned around to face you. “So, shall we continue where we left off?”

Saeran

  • you always wore only a strapless leather crop top and skirt (with no panties) around the house. It made you feel HOT, y'know? You wore it for your own pleasure, although Saeran…….
  • ‘fuck. why is mc such a tease?’
  • you wouldn’t even care if there were visitors, letting their eyes roam all over your body
  • Saeran would pull you onto his lap and hug you tightly from behind, his arms wrapped around your waist. Just to show them that you’re his.
  • his eyes followed you everywhere around the house
  • he knows you’re not wearing panties.
  • will probably stroke himself out in the open, staring at you until you notice.
  • drags you onto his lap, rubbing the back your thighs with a warm hand
  • he loved the fact that he could just fuck you with this outfit on, since you didn’t wear panties with it.
  • he spreads your legs open, and wait for you to drop onto his throbbing cock
  • if you hesitate, he teases your clit with his thumb, stroking in circles, his fingers moving smoothly with your juices.
  • and if you still don’t lower yourself onto him, he will push you back onto the couch and take you by force instead.
  • “MC… I hope you don’t expect me to be gentle this time.”
Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know - Part 2

Title: Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know - Part 2

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Synopsis: The Saviors return to Alexandria. But not for a collection though.

Warnings: NSFW!!! And this is a bit longer than most of my fics too, I think.

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Note: Y’all asked for it, so here’s part 2 of Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know. This one’s still dedicated to @babyblues915! I hope you guys enjoy reading! Thank you always for leaving lovely replies that keep me motivated. <3

It had only been three days since the Saviors’ last visit, three days since your sexual encounter with their charismatic leader and yet here they were again. As you watched them on the porch of your house, you noticed that only a single truck had pulled over and not a lot of Saviors were present as opposed to their usual numbers during collection. You watched Tara pull the main gate open and called for your father.

“What do they want now?” Rick uttered under his breath as he watched the Saviors step down from the truck.

You turned to your father, “We need to cooperate, dad.” You told him.

He was furious that you willingly accompanied Negan in the garage, alone, with no weapon to help you defend yourself. Last time Negan played pool, two people had died and Rick was somehow traumatized that history might repeat itself. Of course, no one died that day, except maybe for your dignity when you ended up having sex with Negan.

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The Game {BBH}

Description: “Because it was all a game. A game of who could hurt who first, and you were determined that it wouldn’t be you.”

Genre: (rushed) Smut / Angst

Word Count: 1,627

Warning: infidelity

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader // Kim Jongin x Reader

Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ (this GIF KIM JONGIN IM WEAK)

Originally posted by blondejongin

Baekhyun had been cheating on you for a long time. Everyone knew it, but nobody would really admit it. He was waiting for you to say something…but not yet. You wouldn’t say anything just yet. You were waiting for the day you walked in on him with another girl, you were almost looking forward to it.

Because it was all a game.

A game of who could hurt who first, and you were determined that it wouldn’t be you.

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Unexpected Guest - pt. 1

This is based off a dream I had the other night, and decided to write out. Nothing special or exciting, just a fun, fluffy story. And now that I’m officially posting the first part, I’m dedicating myself to finishing the rest.

3,123 word(s) of fun and fluffy buildup. No warnings.  Leonard x Reader


You shimmered onto a familiar patch of grass. The warm breeze blew your hair gently around your face, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You opened your eyes slowly and stood there for a moment and stared at the quaint farmhouse your parents had given to you, with your bag slung over your shoulder, smiling ear to ear.

The Enterprise had just finished another mission and had come back for supplies and repairs, granting the crew a weeks leave. You had jumped at the opportunity to come home. It had been far too long since you’d been back.

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Hopeless Love pt 3 [Jungkook]

Originally posted by sugutie

Genre: Angst 

Characters: Jungkook; Reader (You); Seoyeon; Taehyung

Word Count: 2370

Notes: It has been a long time since I updated this fic and i’m sorry about that but here is the third part. Thank you for waiting as long as you did for this and feedback is greatly appreciated!

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Jungkook had started dating Seoyeon and soon it seemed that he had no more time for you. Every time you invited him over for a movie night he always canceled last second and it was always the same excuses: “Seoyeon wanted me to come over”, “I have a date with Seoyeon today”, “Seoyeon wants to go out tonight”.

You wanted to hate Seoyeon, you wanted to blame her for taking Jungkook from you. But he was never yours to begin with, you were always just his best friend and nothing more. Now it felt like you were even less than that. You quickly became just an afterthought to him.

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