there is not a more honest smile ever

1) Smile at strangers. Because the world is tough enough without holding back such a simple kindness.
And so what if they don’t smile back? A smile is a gift to both the giver and the receiver.

2) Exhale compliments like carbon dioxide. You’re carrying a mouth full of bandages if you’d only say something.

3) School is important. But not more important than your mental health.

4) Your goals are attainable. Everyone who ever did; first believed that they could. So believe. Every expert was once a novice. So practice.

5) Be honest.

6) Don’t take your friends for granted. Take them to the movies instead. Hold them tighter. Remember that it might be the last time.

7)Living is not about competing with everyone else. I know it feels like a race but the only record you need to beat is your own. Be better than you were yesterday.

8)Your success doesn’t mean another person’s failure. You won’t get happiness by taking it away from someone else.

9)You are worthy. You are good. You are loved. Don’t ever forget it. Write it down before breakfast. Sing it in the shower. Feel it in your bones like marrow; in your skin like pins and needles; in your heart like a first love.

10) The count down is silent but you’re still running out of time. Do the things you’ve been thinking about.

11) I know that fear of success can be even more paralysing than fear of failure. What if you achieve all your goals? What if your dreams really do come true? But you won’t find the answer by asking the question.

12) Things will not always work out how you hoped. Be flexible. When the hurricane comes remember that the tree that does not bend; will break.

13) Buy yourself flowers. You are all the reason you need.

14) Be kind to your body. Drink more water. Take a nap. Dance. Don’t just live; feel alive.

15) Applaud yourself. You did good. You’ll do better. The possibilities are endless.

16) Be patient. Most of the things that take time are worth waiting for.

17) You can change whenever you want to. This is your story. So turn to a fresh page. Write yourself over. Call it a plot twist. Don’t let anyone tell you how it ends.

—  17 things I need you to remember this year by Ceres @mentamorphisis
THE FAKEST SIGNS IN ORDER

1. Libra (Everyone has different versions of the same person)
2. Pisces (Anything living in fantasy more than reality is usually not true to self, let alone others)
3. Gemini (They know they’re fake & they don’t care…gotta love em!)
4. Leo (Everything is about an “image”)
5. Scorpio (No one ever truly gets to know them…and that’s the way they want it. Fake people usually have that mentality)
6. Aries (It’s hard for them to be true to & honest with someone (everyone!)they feel superior to)
7. Capricorn (They’re masters at smiling in your face even if they hate you)
8. Sagittarius (They’ll tell you what you wanna hear…flat out)
9. Virgo (When they’re done criticizing everyone, they’re actually not that bad)
10. Aquarius (Won’t give 2 shxts about you but yet will convince you that they do)
11. Cancer (Everything is about an “image”)
12. Taurus (If they’re fake, it’s on accident)

1) Smile at strangers. Because the world is tough enough without holding back such a simple kindness.
And so what if they don’t smile back? A smile is a gift to both the giver and the receiver.

2) Exhale compliments like carbon dioxide. You’re carrying a mouth full of bandages if you’d only say something.

3) School is important. But not more important than your mental health.

4) Your goals are attainable. Everyone who ever did; first believed that they could. So believe. Every expert was once a novice. So practice.

5) Be honest.

6) Don’t take your friends for granted. Take them to the movies instead. Hold them tighter. Remember that it might be the last time.

7)Living is not about competing with everyone else. I know it feels like a race but the only record you need to beat is your own. Be better than you were yesterday.

8)Your success doesn’t mean another person’s failure. You won’t get happiness by taking it away from someone else.

9)You are worthy. You are good. You are loved. Don’t ever forget it. Write it down before breakfast. Sing it in the shower. Feel it in your bones like marrow; in your skin like pins and needles; in your heart like a first love.

10) The count down is silent but you’re still running out of time. Do the things you’ve been thinking about.

11) I know that fear of success can be even more paralysing than fear of failure. What if you achieve all your goals? What if your dreams really do come true? But you won’t find the answer by asking the question.

12) Things will not always work out how you hoped. Be flexible. When the hurricane comes remember that the tree that does not bend; will break.

13) Buy yourself flowers. You are all the reason you need.

14) Be kind to your body. Drink more water. Take a nap. Dance. Don’t just live; feel alive.

15) Applaud yourself. You did good. You’ll do better. The possibilities are endless.

16) Be patient. Most of the things that take time are worth waiting for.

17) You can change whenever you want to. This is your story. So turn to a fresh page. Write yourself over. Call it a plot twist. Don’t let anyone tell you how it ends.

—  17 things I need you to remember this year // Ceres

the wildest concept to me is that Lonnie really didn’t care about Will dying. like he showed up and only wanted to get the money from suing the quarry but he was so unfazed like…have you SEEN Will Byers? have you looked at him for more than half a second? how could you EVER forgive yourself if something happened to such a precious, caring, sweet angel who puts others before himself and has the cutest smile and has only ever been kind. Will Byers woke up from a coma and the first thing he was worried about was a tiny cut on his brother’s hand. he was honest to Mike about his dice roll. he has a fort that says All Friends Welcome ffs. Lonnie can suck my ass

Ruff & Tumble

[read on ao3]

genre: smut, fluff

word count: 6.5k

warnings: swearing

extra tags: blowjob, handjob, dogs

summary:

Dan moves into his new apartment for the dog park downstairs – little does he know that the town comes with more than just fluffy tails.  

AU where Phil has a dog and Dan almost doesn’t know if he likes the dog or the boy more.

excerpt; 

The guy looks up from his kneeling position in the grass, and seeing Dan, smiles. The dog next to him, with her fluffy golden curl of a tail, wiggles her butt at him. Dan doesn’t think he’s ever seen a better sight.

That is, until he actually looks up into the owners face.

Oh no, he thinks, Oh, no, no.

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Bruised Wrists

A short fanfiction inspired by and (partially) based on this awesome post by @bmp-slbp-matchup

Katakura Kojuro x MC (Yui)

angst, physical abuse, romance 


Three months. Every morning it became harder to get up than the last. Every time my hand automatically reached to the other side of the bedding, just to find it cold and empty, it hurt a little more. Only my desire to protect Masamune got me moving. They say time is supposed to heal all wounds, but for me, time only made it more painful. There was no place without any memories of her, her smile, her laugh, her red cheeks when I complimented her. She’s gone.

I sat up in the bedding and looked around my as always messy room. I had tried to keep it clean to make her proud and able to smile upon me from where ever she now was. But if I were honest with myself, it only had gotten worse.

She still was the reason which kept me in line. Yui would have been hurt if I had neglected my duties because of her. She always got depressed when something happened to Masamune, and she thought it was because I was with her and not my Lord. Like the one time Masamune was shot, and she had tried to leave me out of guilt. Always ready to sacrifice herself for my well-being.  
With a groan, I got up to search for some of the clothing which were lying around on the floor. After finding some clean ones, I got dressed and made my way up to the castle. Without breakfast.

As I walked through the front gate, some of the other retainers turned towards me, but none dared to greet me, let alone talk. I always had the reputation to be strict and reserved, but ever since the attack it had gotten even worse, I know that myself. I could hear them start whispering when they thought I am far enough away, so I won’t catch them. Gossip wasn’t anything new in Yonezawa, and I couldn’t have cared less about them talking about me, saying I never smile or laugh anymore or being even stricter and harder while training the troops. Ignoring them completely I walked towards my office with a brisk pace.


My work proceeded without any interruptions until the late afternoon when Shiro stood in front of my door. “Lord Kojuro?”
“Come in.” The sliding door opened with nearly no sound, and Shiro stepped into the room with a small bow. “Lord Masamune requests your presence in his personal chambers.”
“I will be there right away.” I gave Shiro a short nod, and with a final bow, he left me alone again.

When I arrived at Masamune’s chambers, Shigezane was already there. They both looked towards me when I entered the room, Shigezane with a bright smile and Masamune with his usual collected look. “A clan full of lowlifes wants to make trouble.”, Explained Shigezane after I had taken my seat, handing over some documents. I took them and skimmed over them.

They’re over a clan at the border of the Date-territory. We were watching them for some time now. Our scouts had reported worrying behaviour, such as troop and resource gathering. I knew all the reports. They’d caught my interest when some possible indications were found which suggested actions against us. Among other incidences also the attack on Yonezawa a couple of months ago. The attack where… she… No, not now! I have to concentrate. All the trails had led into nothing, but we still decided to continue to observe them.

I looked up to face Masamune who begun to speak for the first time since I had entered the room. “They are planning something.”
“Agreed.” I replied, Shigezane nodded too.
“I want to send someone to them before they turn hostile. Maybe so, we can avoid unwanted battles.” Silence fell over the room for a moment.
“I guess, that someone is me?” Masamune seemed strangely uncomfortable about the question. Shigezane, however, smiled just as bright as ever. “Tell me old man, who of us has the outstanding negotiation skills?” Now it was my turn for the troubled look.
“Should I really go? Who will stay at Masamune’s side when I’m gone?” With that question, Masamune’s look changed from uncomfortable to exasperated. “I really can take care of myself. You don’t have to follow me everywhere. I get it, you’re worried about me, but it’s getting… too much.”

I overthought his words. I’ve always been protective when it came to Masamune. But when I thought back to the last couple of months, he might have been right that I had exaggerated a little. I sigh. “I admit, I maybe have been a bit overprotective. But still…”
“Maybe, a bit?!” Masamune interrupted me looking aghast.
Shigezane laughed at our bickering.  "If you feel better, I can stay at Yonezawa until you’re back.“ With that, we started to discuss the details for my mission.

When I got home, it was already late at night. Even though I was tired, I had to pack because we were leaving tomorrow morning. After finish packing, I changed into my sleeping robes, let my clothes fall to the ground. But after a second I thought better of it. “Yui will be angry if she sees….” I stopped in the middle of my movement. A dull pain was rising in my heart. “She won’t. ” I let the bunch of clothes fall to the floor once again. 


We visited them under the pretext to simply check how the clans at our border are doing. We stayed three days, negotiating over some trading route. We heard around, trying to find anything suspicious. But we still could see that something was going on. They sure had gathered some recourses, but whenever I tried to push the conversation into that direction they came up with an excuse or changed the topic. I was unwilling to give up. But we couldn’t stay any longer without arousing, even more, suspicion. So we spend the nights in the inn of a nearby town.

Some days later we finally got luck. We heard a rumour that preparations for visitors were made in the castle. So I send someone in to check if that gossip was true. And it was. We weren’t able to figure out who was coming, but I was sure it wasn’t anyone good. It took us some time to figure out a plan to infiltrate this meeting. It was a simple one, but these are often the ones who work the best.


Two of my fellows and I were hiding in the shadows in the near of the gate. The visitors were late, and our legs started to get numb from the crouched position. Hours after the sun had set they were marching down the road at last. It was a dark cloudy night, and it was probably going to rain later. When the last of the guards were about to pass us, we slipped out of the shadows, covered their mouths with clothes and pulled them back with us into the woods. Just when the last one of them stopped struggling, and I wanted to sigh out of relief, we heard a voice from the road. “Hey men, what’s going on? Where the hell are you? The boss will be furious if he finds out, you guys slipped away.”

The rough voice of the guard came nearer, and I could see my man starting to panic. If he would shout a warning, our whole plan was going to fall to pieces. I signalled them with a calming gesture of my hand to stay down. I leant into the shadow a bit further pressing myself against the tree I was hiding behind. The steps were now directly on the other side of the stem. “Are you there?” My plan to surprise him was ruined by a cloud moving and exposing the moon. The light was caught by the armour of the unconscious man at my feet.

“What the …?” The guard saw it too, drawing his sword. He sneaked around the tree and spotted me. He raised his sword for blow. I ducked under his arm away, and with a well-setted punch, I knocked his blade out of his hand. He turned around, trying to hit me with his elbow. I managed to evade the attack but got him enough time to draw a short dagger out of his belt with which he now aimed me again. He threw himself upon me which send me laying on the floor, with him on top of me. When he attempted to stab me in the face, I pushed his arm aside, sending his blade into the dirt where it got stuck. While he was trying to pull it out, I struck him to the ground next to me. Now I was on top of him and gave him a good punch against his temple, so he was just as conscienceless as his friends.

“What a mess.” I stood up looking at my scratched knuckles. Luckily the rest of the mysterious visitors didn’t notice our little fight in the woods. “Alright, let’s get changed.” Disguised in the armour of the guards we caught up with the group. So far, so good.


Everything went fine. We didn’t blow our cover and got into the castle. We also found out who the ominous visitors were. They were from a group of rebels which wanted to get rid of the Date clan. We sat somewhere in the back with a couple of the other retainers, trying to listen to the exchange in the front of the main hall. The few scraps of the conversation we were able to pick up, let us assumed that they were working together for some time now. I looked around, realising that none of the watchman nor the maids were the same as when we were visiting. Makes sense. It was much easier to hide something if none of the servants knew the whole story.

Just as I thought that we got pretty much all the information we needed, I noticed that the hand which was pouring my sake shook. Taking a closer look, the hand was clearly the one of a woman, but it was unnatural bony, and her wrist was also bruised. “You okay, Miss?”, I couldn’t help but ask. But when I looked up to her face, she hurriedly turned away. But that was more than enough. Even with her hair cut short and her cheek discoloured with a contusion.

My indifferent expression which I kept up the whole evening fell and was replaced but pure disbelieve. My precious girl. I let my eyes scan her body. But with every look, the sick feeling inside my stomach only got worse. She was way too skinny nearly looking anorexic. Not only her wrists but also her neck were covered in bruises. I wasn’t that stupid to actual need that many signs to understand what was going on. She was a captive, obviously abused and forced to work. She turned to face me again but when she saw my dark expression she anxiously glanced over to the guards. Looking back to me she weakly shook her head, but the fact that she couldn’t keep the tears from rolling down her pale cheeks stole the last bit of my calm control. My men, starting to recognise the woman in our middle, staring at her baffled. But I already was on my feet. Drawing my sword.

The fight was a tough one. We had the surprise moment, but we were outnumbered from the very beginning, and the enemies just kept coming. Our advantage was that not the whole hall immediately understood what was going on and the moment everyone figured out there was a fight, panic broke out. Maids fled screaming from the danger, tripping over themselves, blocking the entrances. We formed a circle to protect each other’s back. My anger and determination kept me fighting, putting out one after another. We were fighting for some time and most of the higher lords fled already, when suddenly my comrade on my left side screamed in pain. I turned to him, seeing his sword arm drenched in blood. My inattention nearly got me injured too, but I was able to block the attack at the last moment. With one of us not fully able to fight we got into trouble pretty fast. Just as I started to panic, I heard shouts and the sound of metal clash together from one of the grand entrances. The rest of my troop, waiting in the forest for our return, had noted what was going on inside the castle came to our rescue. We had luck. A lot of it.

Afterwards, I had to confess that it had been utterly thoughtless to start a fight like that. The floor was covered in bodies and blood, but I paid it no mind. I looked around us, searching for that one special face. Hearing that the fight was over, Yui came out of her hiding place and glanced around the main hall, spotting me she dashed towards me and threw herself into my open arms. “Kojuro!” I pressed her a bit more to my chest. “My precious, precious girl…” Clinging to me, she sobbed my name again against my shoulder. And with that sound of my name, even though it was muffled and her voice hoarse, my heart finally started to heal. “It’s okay, we are going home. Together.”


Hello, Hello, guys, I hope you enjoyed my first Fanfiction for SLBP. I’m going to upload the epilogue within the next days. If you find any grammar mistakes/typos/… please help me find them too. :)
Please leave a comment, and if you liked it, leave a heart. I would appreciate it. :) See ya~

Here is the promised Epilogue!

I finally finished this, and I got this idea when I was in a dark place, because honestly Ze is my angel. He’s saved me from the dark too many counts, he always makes me smile, and he’s always so relatable and honest and I’m really happy he is who he is. I wish him luck wherever he decides to go and whatever he wants to do in his life. I also want to thank him for everything he’s ever done, not just for me, but for other people he’s saved, too. He’s our angel, and I could never thank him more. 

Thank you for being you, Ze

Okay, but if we’re being honest: she smiled like fucking lightening had struck and let me tell you, I definitely felt dead. Her hands told stories that her mouth refused to speak, and I wasn’t quite sure why, but I knew there was more to her than the average somebody you pass up on the street. I never quite understood why some people stuck out to us more than others, but I wasn’t going to question what ever higher power placed her in my life. She was soft. Not like most, she looked at me in ways that expressed a beating heart that was not quite ready to give up on love. And I admired that, I admired her. God, if only she knew how much I admired her.
—  I saw heaven and an endless sea in her.
Starfall

So, I saw @embaileyart‘s headcannon and fanart for Starfall, and I was inspired to write this. It’s Starfall from Rhys’ perspective and starts after Rhys and Feyre go to dance. 

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I had never seen her happy before.

Perhaps that was a bit of an exaggeration, but it felt as though this was the first time I had ever seen an honest happiness from her.

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1. I will be honest with you, most days i wake up and my first though is you.
2. I’ve spent days in my thoughts, waiting for someone’s smile to open the door; and there you were- I’ve been waiting for you.
3. And all the songs i’ve been listening to finally made sense, i never thought they would.
4. You’re my 4.am thoughts. You  have been for the past year.
5. Oh my god i love you more than you will ever know.
6. I never know what to say and i’m sorry, but if i could even find the courage to say something it would be “please don’t get tired of me.”
7.I love you, i love you so fucking much. You will always be my insomnia, my late night thoughts.
8.I adore you.
9.I know i get annoying and i frustrate you a lot, thank you for putting up with me.
10.I will always be in some kind of love with you, i hope you know that.
11. I still love you at 4.am
12. I fell in love with you, you don’t have to love me back. But i gave you my heart, please be gentle.
13. 4 shots later and the only name i manage to slur out is yours.
14. All the songs make sense now, they were about you.
—  A list of things i can’t tell you

When I tell people I’m interested in columbine. I always get the werid stares.

People don’t particularly understand me. And I try to explain my reasons to some degree to them to help them to understand my reasons, but it always goes over their heads. If I’m honest with myself, it was never about the crime. Yes the crime was the first thing I heard about, the first documentary I watch was about the crime.

I was in a really dark place. I became numb and just nothing would make me laugh and smile or even cry. I began to look more into Eric and Dylan.

I began to read there journals. Reading these two journals and realising that I felt a lot of the same things as they did. It showed me that I wasn’t the only one to ever feel the feelings I was feeling.

Watching there videos. Watching Dylan mess up in hitman for hire several times made me laugh again. Seeing Eric play with a phone on the table made me smile. Hearing Dylan tell “What the hell are you doing with my sister’s bike.” Made me laugh so much.

These guys may have became bad people but I see pass that. They are the guys that have made me laugh and smile and cry again. They made me become less numb. They have opened my eyes to so much and above all I have found a group of people with the same interest as me.

I feel I belong in the first time in forever. I’m not sure if I consider myself a columbiner but I’m happy I have somewhere I can show my interest with others and not be judge for it.

Well, it was a while. But do not get too excited, because I’m still not into writing AoKa. I’m just finishing some things up. But you’re encouraged to enjoy it anyway, that is.

Based on: Characters cuddle after a cold day


Aomine didn’t need to touch Kagami to know that the other boy was cold. He wasn’t warm either.

Kagami’s idea to go shopping for the Christmas party when outside were minus ten Celsius degrees wasn’t the most brilliant idea. To be honest, Aomine doubted Kagami had brilliant ideas ever.

“Taiga.” Aomine whined, when Kagami stopped by another shop. “I can’t feel my limbs, seriously.” Deep red eyes bored into his and he added, a slight frown on his face “And I’m sure you can’t either.”

Kagami sighed, but smiled “One more, Daiki.” he said softly, as if speaking to a child “One more.”

Aomine’s eyes glinted “Really? What are we waiting for, then?” He ushered Kagami into the shop as that laughed at his eagerness. Right. Aomine was eager to finish freezing and wrap himself into a blanket.

They bought the last ornaments, and as Kagami promised earlier, headed to redhead’s apartment. When the warm air hit his face, Aomine sighed with delight. They took off their heavy winter clothing and Kagami dragged the bags into the kitchen while Aomine went straight for the couch in the living room.

The bluenette sat there, bringing his knees up and resting his chin on them. One hand went searching for the blanket and another one for the TV remote. He found the blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders. The remote however was probably out of his reach, so he gave up on finding it.

His skin itched and burned, but it wasn’t an unwelcome feeling. It was a sign that his body was finally warming up and that was definitely good.

He almost dozed off, when a mug dropped on the table in front of him and his eyes snapped to Kagami, who watched him with a smirk.

“Hot chocolate.” Kagami murmured “Drink it up. It will warm you from inside.” He said and sipped on his own drink, sitting on the other side of couch. Aomine eyed the mug and took it with both hands, wrapping his cold fingers around it. His skin burned even more. He took a long sip and almost groaned as his muscles relaxed, warmth spreading throughout his body.

Kagami watched him amused and drank some more of his chocolate. Putting his mug on the table, he stood up and walked in front of Aomine, in kitchen’s direction. Aomine caught his wrist. He was definitely colder than Aomine himself. Aomine left his mug on the table as well, beside Kagam’s.

“Daiki.” Aomine could almost hear Kagami roll his eyes “I’ve got work to do.”

“Come here.” Aomine whispered and dragged Kagami onto his lap. That hesitantly sat between Aomine’s spread legs and waited. Aomine hugged him close, putting the blanket around both of them. Luckily it was big enough to wrap two large bodies like theirs. After a while, the heat emanated by both of their bodies pressed this close created a comfortable warmth and Aomine felt like not moving from that position for the rest of his life.

Aomine felt Kagami relax in his hands and nuzzled the back of his neck, feeling the soft red strands tickling his skin.

Kagami’s sharp intake startled Aomine and he withdrew.

“Your nose is still cold, dumbass.” Kagami chuckled low and turned his head to look at Aomine.

“Sorry.” Aomine mumbled and poked his cheek with the same cold nose. Kagami laughed and it was like music for Aomine’s ears. He won’t get tired of that sound ever.

“No,” Kagami replied, catching Aomine’s face with his warm palm “you’re totally not.” he finished, a smirk spread across those lips. Aomine leaned to kiss it away.

lucifer-bloody-morningstar

After everyhing they have been through, in the courtroom, Chloe couldn’t call Lucifer a liar. He was always honest with her, even if she’s still unsure if he’s the Devil. But, she really did care for him. He really understood people. Understood her, more so than she thought. Chloe pretty much stated her feelings for him, how complex and complicated they were. They were partners and friends. Chloe bit her lower lip as she watched him, a small smile on her lips. He was the best partner she ever had, and she counted on him, relied on his intuition. She really did like him, even though she may have been denying it until now.

Chloe liked the idea of having a proper dinner with him, maybe even a date. She held her drink in hand, her eyes dragging down to it before glancing back up at him. She liked having dinner with their fries and burgers and beer. She slid a hand onto his, her fingers stroking his softly, “It’s the truth.” Chloe murmured with a smile.

@lucifer-bloody-morning-star

this is quite possibly my favorite blooper EVER because I can 100% see Uhura wanting to dance with her man and playing him like a fiddle to make it happen. Let’s be honest there’s not much he would or could deny her.

“Nyota if I’m not mistaken this is one of your favorite songs.”

“as per usual you’re right,” She smiled at him. “you know what I would like even more; if you would dance with me.”

“Nyota I doubt that would be appropriate," the tips his ears flushed green like they always did when he felt embarrassed  "particularly with so many of our fellow crew members present.”

“Well maybe I can convince you in a way you’ll understand,” Uhura laces her fingers in his. “Ok how’s this Don’t think of it as dancing infront of people and embarrassing yourself. Think of it as an exercise in compatibility."  

"would you elaborate in that please?” he inclined his head curiously.

“when you dance being compatible with your partner is crucial.” she knew she had this one in the bag once a logical argument was presented the end result was almost guaranteed. “You have to trust the one your with and move together within the confines  of the music. so the question Mr. Spock is do you trust me?"  

"Implicitly,” Spock nodded rising from his chairs at their table and extend his hand in offering. “May I have the honor this dance Ms. Uhura?”

“of course you may,” she accepted and allowed herself to be lead to the only truly open space on the Mess deck.

 They didn’t touch at first the tune was set to a Vulcan lyre  so the dance was almost a waltz as they mirrored each other moving in a tight circle. “we appear to be attracting attention,” he was most certainly right every eye present was on them and nearly all chatter had died away. “should we stop?”

“nah lets just finish the song,” she whispered so only Spock could hear her. “just act like no one else is around and keep your eyes on me.”

“that is most definitely a feat I can manage,” he placed his hand at her wait waist drawing her close using his other hand to capture hers. when asked
what he was doing he quietly replied. “Deviating I’m trusting you and also the music.” at a particularly long chord he increased the distance between then spinning her and then renewing their positions

when the song ended there forehead were intimately touching and the deck erupted in applause after which they left the deck to the turbo-lift. “thank you.” she placed a soft kiss on his lips. “admit it you enjoyed it.”

“I found it exceedingly pleasing yes.” the corners of his mouth twitched to the Spock equivalent of a smile “you and I appear evenly matched and compatible for the exercise.”

“As well as others commander,” it was a start at least. “as well as others.”

#and not a logical thought was had for the rest of the night 

It started off simple. Just compliments here and there. The first one, that Lucy heard, was after the debacle of cat being hacked. Deciding to walk with Kara to hold off to press she was supposed when the day girl spoke. “She’s right you know.”

Curious she asks what she means.
With a shrug and an easy smile Kara answers.

“You are the pretty Lane.”

It’s just random enough, and not something she ever hears if she’s honest, to make Lucy stumble into the elevator. It’s a few minutes before she can respond.

“Thanks,” she starts. “But I’ll wait until you’ve seen Lois in person before counting it. Everyone looks different in person.”

She didn’t think she could be more surprised with the compliment. She was wrong.

“Oh I have. Multiple times. Clark Kent is my cousin. You’re still prettier. And nicer.”

It’s said so simply, so unassumingly, that Lucy knows that, for Kara, it’s the absolute truth. Even if now she knows for a fact that admitting Clark is her cousin is Kara’s way of confirming her other identity. And that amount of trust is even more mind boggling.

They step out of the elevator, Kara making her way easily though the crowd and now Lucy is curious if it’s because of the standing and respect she’s achieved at this office or some innate super something that has people moving around her.

“Thank you, Kara,” she finally whispers, not able to say it any louder unless it would ruin this crazy dream.

The blinding smile she receives in return can’t be imagined and Lucy thinks that maybe coming to National City was a good idea after all.

Sometimes Rain Falls

A BTS Fanfiction

Type: AU/Alternative Universe

Summary: Sometimes a normal life is a good one to lead; its nice…its easy…
But sometimes, normal isn’t the way that things were meant to be. And when you’re chosen as a possible candidate for one of the kingdom’s 7 princes, life isn’t as nice and easy as you always presumed it to be…especially when you catch the eye of more than one of them…

A/N: I will warn you all now, that this fic is going to be VERY different to my usual stuff, (although obviously the writing style will stay the same), but you can expect a hell of a lot more twists, turns, secrets, and debauchery than ever before… ;) 

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His smile.

That was what had you hooked.

He was a complete stranger, and if you were honest with yourself- and you weren’t so intoxicated- you’d realise just how weird it was that you’d caught him staring at you from across the dancefloor, and that his gaze hadn’t let up for the past 5 minutes.

But you were intoxicated, and you didn’t want to be honest with yourself, which is how you found yourself continuing to dance and hold his gaze, even smiling as he slowly made his way to you across the dancefloor, weaving regally between the writhing bodies until he stood before you.

You were waiting for him to speak before you finished dancing, but when he simply stood there watching you with a smirk on his face and a glass of what looked like scotch in his hand, you found your movements slowing despite yourself as your feet dragged themselves to a stop in front of him.

‘May I help you?’ you ask, becoming imboldened with the alcohol racing through your bloodstream, even though usually you came across as quiet and shy- even if a little mischeivious.

'I dont believe we’ve met before.’

It feels like you’ve been hit by a freight train when he speaks, the pure depth of his voice leaving you paralysed to his mercy as you stare up at him, feeling your jaw hanging open in wonder as you wonder just who was behind the mask…

People continue to dance all around you; women in their expensive, rich, satin dresses, elaborately decorated in diamonds, rubies, and any number of jewels, gold threads sewn into the seams of each, and the most lavish and fascinating masks adorning their faces, whilst men waltz around in richly coloured suits made of pure silks, the money that paid for them beaming from the contoured fit against each mans body- although for some older gentlemen this wasn’t always the best idea.

Each anonymous body whirled by in scents that rolled together to emit flashes of jasmine, rose oil, lavender, and for the men, a curious waft of metal, leather, and the deep musk that matched the rich oak of the chairs arranged around the room.

And yet, all of these distractions were not enough to drag your attention from him, not whilst you were aware that even though you were dressed in the most beautiful gown you had found in your closet upstairs, and even though your hair was styled to perfection, along with your face of makeup behind your masquerade ball mask….even though you had been dancing for a full hour and had yet to make a mis-step, or say something amiss to any of your partners…

…you were still all too aware that you shouldn’t be there.

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Our healer smile and mountain main, Yuta-san! 

Please continue healing our hearts with your beautiful smile and make us laugh at your savage actions…you are the most sincere and purest man ever, that’s why you are dearly loved! 

The world needs more beautiful and honest people like you! 

You, better continue to stay healthy and awesome like you were till now!

Never change!!!

♡ Happy birthday love!  ♡ Happy birthday Nakamoto Yuta!

BTS When Their s/o Uses A Baby Voice When Their Excited Or At Random Times

Requested: Hey hey hey can I get a bts gif reactions where their s/o uses a baby voice when they’re really excited and I random times, please? Thank you!!!

A/N: One of my friends does this and its so cute~


Seokjin

Once he heard you’re squeal and baby voice he would melt a bit. “Oh gosh that was cute Jagi” 

Originally posted by vubbletae

Yoongi 

Yoongi would just stop talking when he tells you some good news. He would laugh to himself, thinking how cute it was but wouldn’t tell you.

Originally posted by yoongbeans

Namjoon

“Jagi, that was the cutest thing ever” He would have a slight cringe attack before smiling like a dork. If you do this voice around him I'm pretty sure you will whatever you want.

Originally posted by kppoptrash

Hoseok

*no need to explain*

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Jimin

Him would giggle when he heard your little voice. He would try to do things just to hear it. 

Originally posted by cloudjimin

Taehyung

Lets be honest, Tae would probably be the one doing the voice more than you. Hearing it would take him break out into his own alien/baby voice.

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Jungkook

*Outside*

“Okay jagi… “ He wouldn’t know how to react.

Originally posted by jeonjeons

*Inside*

Originally posted by sugutie

I hope you enjoyed. *credits to give owners in the gif*

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“I don’t know, Steve,” Daisy hugged her arms around herself, turning away from him to stare out the window. “I’m fine with this, I’ve been open to it from the beginning. You were honest with me before we ever began that you loved Bucky and that you never stopped.”

“I love you, too.” He didn’t touch her, just moved to stand beside her, a scant inch of space between their arms.

“I know.” She glanced up at him, gave him that bright smile which had enchanted him from the first moment. “And because I know you, I know that anyone you love as you love Bucky is someone that I could love too.”

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How can I ever begin to express the love and gratitude I feel? More than any of these gorgeous mementos and thoughtful gifts – as I knelt on the floor, lifting parcel after parcel out of the box, unraveling the ribbon and twine, examining each one in careful, considerate turn – it was the depths of your empathy, that soul-deep delight and excruciating relief born of true friendship that was my honest undoing. Every day, I am so thankful you are a part of my life <3

In short, @themarchrabbit, this is the most perfect harmony of gifts I have ever received, you crafty wonderful brilliant amazing fabulous fierce unbelievably strong sensitive selfless gorgeous adjective-defying mermaid dearest!