this was supposed to be prettier

I love you so much babe, here’s to 3 years since we got to enjoy each other in person for the first time! I’ll never forget watching you come out of the airport terminal and thinking “omg she’s even prettier in person” and then panicking because, like, what are you supposed to do when you see the prettiest person in the world standing in front of you?

I’m so grateful that I get to feel that same way every single day. Thank you for being my perfect @n-eye-why-eh 😚💜💖

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buffyverse + lyrics  |  Slayers + The Sharpest Lives

You’re the one that I need / I’m the one that you loathe

mermaid au sentence starters

HUMAN POV

“Are you poisonous?”
“Can I try to pick you up?”
“How is your hair so soft?”
“Why don’t you get pruney?”
“Can you be eaten like sashimi?”
“Have you ever fought off a shark?”
“You’re even prettier than legends say.”
“You speak our language surprisingly well.”
“I thought mermaids were supposed to be pretty.”
“Here, taste this. It’s a human drink called alcohol.”
“Is it true that you can erase memories with a kiss?”
“Wait! Please don’t leave! I’m not going to hurt you!”
“If I fall in love with you, does that mean I’m into zoophilia?”
“If you could get rid of your tail for legs and feet, would you?”
“So, like… were you hatched from an egg? Or born like a shark?”
“Should I build a house on the beach so we can always be together?”

MERMAID POV

“Do I scare you?”
“Your bathtub is too small…”
“Go ahead. You can touch me.”
“You have to stop coming here.”
“People are coming. I have to go.”
“Can you take me back to the ocean?”
“Why is there an eel between your legs?”
“Why is there a clam between your legs?”
“My scales are sharp. Please don’t touch them.”
“Did you really go out and buy me a kiddy pool to lay in?”
“I’m not just a fish. Stop treating me like I’m beneath you.”
“I’m getting dehydrated. Can you spray me with the hose?”
“Can you stop staring at me? You’re making me uncomfortable.”
“I cant live on land, and you cant live in the water. We cant be together.”
“If I leave the ocean for you, and you fall out of love with me, I’ll die. You have to know this.”
“That’s not a pool. That’s a deep hole with muddy water. You cant expect me to swim in that.”

Jewel In The Crown (M)

florist!kihyun, 15.1k, he knows what beautiful is but he’s also a bit jealous and has shitty friends

warning: smut (kihyun is a virgin, his first time, oral for both, slightly dom!kihyun i guess??)

“You look really nice by the way…Ignore that. You look beautiful. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known.”

Originally posted by wonhontology

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how couples spend their free time together

men’s expectations of wlw relationships:

oh yesss right there….yeah let’s have sex…all we ever do is have sex….and wear only nice frilly lingerie and nothing else when we are at home….hey let’s call marcus for a threesome 

actual wlw relationships:

*wearing baggy polyester shirt that has become a little off-white*

“hey hurry up, the show’s coming on.”

“Fine, fine. Wait, what r u eating.”

“Oh I found some crumbs in my room. You know, from the time we baked brownies two months ago.”

“Are you for real.”

women’s expectations of mlm relationships:

hey sweetie, the roses came in from Cecilia’s today, don’t you love them? Oh I see you’ve replaced the windows, they look so much prettier now, I love you cupcake. Here let me fix you a cup of tea. 

actual mlm relationships:

*playing video game*

“good fucking god you were supposed to catch that, you n00b”

“and how am i supposed to know that was for me??”

“You just had to catch it!”

“YOU BOUTTA CATCH THESE HANDS”

Anatomy 101 - Anthony Ramos x Reader

Summary: Anthony is an art student who needs someone to model nude. He chooses the reader, who happens to have an unadvisable, annoying crush on the sunshine-y boy. 

Warnings: Swearing!

Word Count: 2,966

A/N: It is officially the first day of the Write-A-Thon! I may have stayed up until 12 just for this, oops. But I’m super excited because I love Anthony Ramos and I love this AU and there is just a LOT of love to give, okay??

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Really, when it came down to it, Anthony Ramos had asked you to be naked for him three times in total.

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I hate the movies. People usually get defensive when I say this and start feeding me all kinds of counter-arguments before I can even explain myself. But I’m not just nitpicking, what I dislike the most is their portrayal of the golden trio, aka, yes, the protagonists. They underplayed Harry’s most interesting traits: his sense of humour, his humbleness, his kindness, his anger and angst. Movie Hermione really get on my nerves. I don’t care that Emma is pretty, because I don’t think Hermione should be ugly, but I hate that she is overproduced. She shouldn’t have that hair, the concern with her appearance they for whatever reason made sure to let us know about already in PoA (what were we supposed to be impressed with at the ball in GoF when she already looked prettier in her uniform?). She should be stuck up, prone to even belittle people sometimes, as she often was in the books. She wasn’t supposed to have all these wise and brave lines every 5 minutes (they even gave her one of Dumbledore’s lines, c'mon!!). And how dare they not show how deeply she cared about the elves poor conditions? The original Hermione is amazing for all she really was (including her flaws), which was not some cliche “strong female” that we’re supposed to love for being perfect at everything. That’s not what “strong female character” means, cinema people. And don’t even get me started on Ron! His character was simply butchered, reduced to comic relief, instead of the incredibly brave and loyal guy we know from the books. I’ll never forgive the movies for having a scared helpless Ron at the Shrieking Shack, his daring line being given to Hermione, while the actual Ron Weasley was capable of standing up on a broken ankle and confronting a mass murderer to protect his friends by the age of 13! So, yes, I hate those damn movies.

Something Great

Originally posted by notheartbroken

a/n: sorry for the absence but here is a cute one shot :-) smut warning gif credit to the owner 


His curl adorned head glanced over his shoulder and switched lanes with ease. Music was softly gracing the speakers with a light melody. The sky outside was grey and dull, rain littering the pavement and windows. With the rain and Harry surrounding my senses, I was calm.

The music flowing the truck was serene and I couldn’t help but sing along to the tune. “I don’t want to be your friend, I want to kiss your neck.” I took note of the grin that swept across Harry’s face when I started to sing. “What are you at?” I conjured. The grin that flashed his teeth and dimples grew wider, “You have a lovely voice s'all.”

I blushed at his compliment and kept my head turned to the window so he could fail to see my embarrassment ridden face.

I think I’m falling I’m falling for you

The lyrics resonated in my mind. What if my heart was really falling for this green eyed boy? My mind and heart were at conflict as I asked myself this significant question. Before I could ponder this question more than I already have, my mind swirled to the hand placed gently on my thigh. Even through my clothed material I could feel the hit that was immersed from his hand.

My heart swelled at the small, yet significant gesture that Harry had completed. Before I could revel in the sweetness of Harry anymore, he pulled his truck up at the curb in front of my house. The AUX cord connected to my phone was pulled out as I swiftly tucked it in my pocket. The door I was about to open, was pulled from my grasp. Harry smiled sweetly when I thanked him. See, chivalry isn’t dead.

His arm looped with mine as we walk to my doorstep. “I had a really nice time today.” His voice rang out, the British accent never failing to hook me into his voice deeper. “I did too.” An involuntary smile swept across my face, “We should do it aga-” My sentence was cut off by a loud crackle through the sky. “Yeah we should. But I should get going. Bye Y/N.” He gave me a swift hug, not nearly as long as I wanted. I hollered bye as he rushed through the yard to his truck.

When my door popped open, quietness surrounded me. Mom and Dad were still work. My room welcomed me with the scent of mahogany teakwood and I felt even calmer in that moment. The clothes I had on were stripped off me and replaced with sweats and an old t-shirt, my hair was pulled up into a bun. I had just sunk into my bed when a knock at my door startled me. I heaved a sigh and shuffled to my door. “So. My truck isn’t working.” A soaked Harry stood on my porch. “Alright, you can hang out until the rain stops.” I laughed and grabbed his arm and pulled him inside. “Stay here, I’ll grab you a towel and clothes.” I disappeared in my room, while I sent a swift text to my mom and explained the situation. My phone was placed back into my pocket, a towel in one hand and my ex boyfriends clothes in the other.

“Here’s a towel. And here are some clothes.” Harry’s eyes traveled down the clothes. “Are those your ex boyfriends clothes?” My cheeks heat up, “Yes…look, do you want clothes or not?” He chuckled, “Fine.”

Harry emerged from the bathroom just as I started to watch Supernatural. His appearance caused my to burst out into budding laughter. Around his legs he had tight boxer briefs that were way too short on his long legs, and his torso adorned a shirt that was too tight. “I look fucking ridiculous.” Tears spilled from my eyes, my stomach already gathering an ache. “You look amazing.” Harry’s green eyes rolls at my comment. “Shut it.”

He took a seat on the couch opposite of the one I was lounging on. “What are we watching?” He asked, slightly annoyed. “Supernatural.” Harry scoffed, “Really?”

“Hey it’s a good show!” He chuckled a little bit, “Yeah okay.”

“Hey I can kick you out if I need too.” My maneuvered to look at Harry and my eyes narrowed as I challenged him. “Okay, okay.” He raised his hands up in defense as he decided to climb onto my couch, my heart smiled, I got to be closer to him. I smiled at the green eyed boy who took my feet in his lap as I pressed play on the remote at his request.

About twenty minutes passed by of me being engrossed in the work of Sam and Dean Winchester when Harry started to become bored. His legs that held my feet started to bounce up and down. “You bored?” I asked, “No, I’m okay.” I took the time to admire Harry’s gorgeous face. He had sporadic freckles under his eyes and along his nose, something I’ve noticed before, just never studied them. His green eyes had yellow located around the edge of his pupil. Surrounding his eyes, long eyelashes fanned across. If there was ever a time to seize the day, now was that time. The body resting before me came closer as my body propelled itself towards him. And before I could think about anything else, my lips crashed to his.

Harry held me to him once I tried to pull back. I didn’t object anymore. Our lips melted together with heat intertwined. Harry’s hands grabbed my body and pulled me on to him. Each of my knees were at the side of his legs. My hands found his hair, slowly running my digits through his dark hair. A low moan leaked out of his lips and, sending a sensation through me. What was I doing? Harry and I were just friends. “Harry…were just friends…” The connection of our lips was lost, Harry’s lips were swollen and pink, they looked irresistible. “Y/n. You and I both know that isn’t true. We’ve been wanting each other for awhile now. Ever since I moved here I’ve wanted you.” The words he said to me affected my heart to swell. I can’t deny the fact that I did like him ever since he moved here from England. “Just…let us have this…” Harry practically whimpered out, his hand flew up to my hair as he brushed a stray strand behind my ear. “You’re all I want, so much it’s hurting.” How could I deny this beautiful boy? My body reacted over my mind once more as our lips reestablished. Our hips slowly collided, breathy moans released from both of us. Harry’s lips pulled from mine as he connected to my neck. My head rolled back as a loud moaned ripped through me. “I have wanted to do this for so long,” Harry moaned out, “Let’s take this to your room.” His large hands gripped my butt as he lifted us up, my lips were attacking his neck with my teeth, leaving red marks in the wake of it.

Harry shut my door behind him; swiftly he pulled his shirt of his lanky body. My eyes takes down his naked torso. He had toned abs, suddenly I felt insecure. The body of Harry was much prettier than mine. He was slender and tan. As I had fat rolls and was pale. “Harry…I don’t know.” He sighed, and my heart broke. I wanted to make love with Harry more than anything. But, that was my first time, and I didn’t know if I was ready to give him myself completely. Wasn’t I supposed to be in love with the person I lose it to?

“Y/N, if you’re worried about us not being in love, don’t. I’m incredibly in love with you, and I know you feel the same way. The way you’re body reacts to me when I touch you tells it all.” His hand lingered to my lip, touching it gently. His thumb rubbed over my bottom lip then slowly trailed to my chest, “Just a simple touch to your lip has already got it your heart racing…” He whispered then placed his hand over my heart. Sure enough, he was proved right. “But that’s not the case. I know you too well. It’s you’re body…you’re afraid I won’t find it beautiful.” My breath hitched with his words. His head lowered down, and kissed my clothed belly.

“Baby girl, that isn’t the case. You’re body….it gets my heart racing. Your hips curve in just the right way, your chest is big in all the right places, and your thighs, oh god, your thighs.” He moaned the last part out, I couldn’t help the slight whimper that I emitted from me when he squeezed my thighs.

“If you don’t believe me, feel this.” His hand took mine and placed it on the bulge in the boxers I gave him. Harry climbed on the bed and was faced on top of me. His arms supported him on either side of my head. Harry’s pink and slightly swollen lips came to mine. It wasn’t rushed this time, it was slow, sensual and intimate. “You’re beautiful,” he mumbled against my lips, “let me prove it to you.”

The shirt I had separating our bare chest was removed. My breasts were exposed to the first person other than myself who has seen them. This was my most vulnerable moment. I dearly hoped Harry would not mess this up. “I trust you.” I finally murmured out. Harry sweetly smiled. The smile made my heart swell. Lips kissed in the valley between my breasts. A hand gently kneaded one of them while Harry’s lips slowly made his way to the other. His tongue flicked my nipple, igniting a fire in my stomach. With a sudden gasp from myself, he did it once more, yet harder. He alternated between each breast. If that is how it felt to be pleasured that way, I couldn’t wait for Harry to work further down my body.

As if Harry read my mind, he kissed each of my breast one last time and then inched down my stomach. Leaving raised bumps on my skin and kisses. My breathing was heavy and uncontrolled. I wasn’t lying when I said I trusted Harry. I’ve never felt more ready to give someone myself as I was in that moment.

Harry arrived finally at my lower half. The sweats that adorned my legs and waist were removed. My cheeks reddened as Harry moaned. I forgot to put on underwear. “Do you always go commando?” He lightly chuckled. “Uh, only sometimes.” I mumbled out. “Christ.”

Harry’s curly haired head descended between my thighs. His dark hair tickled my skin. A finger swiped across my core sending a foreign sensation of pleasure through me. My thighs unconsciously tried to squeeze each other together. Harry’s hands took a hold of them, and gripped them tightly. He looked up at me, his eyes were a shade darker and I could almost feel myself dripping.

I entangled my hands in his hair once he touched his tongue to my swollen bundle of nerves. My body jerked as Harry continued to run his tongue vigorously worked on my clit. The moans slipping from my mouth, the tugging of his hair only seemed to fuel Harry more. Harry between my legs, eating me out was such an intense experience. I was sent wondering why I have never done this sooner.

“You taste so good, holy fuck.” He groaned against me, a finger started to inch in and out of me. It was an odd feeling at first, but once I got use to the alienated feeling after a few pumps. The feeling sunk into my bones. I could feel that I was going to untie soon. My first orgasm was soon going to rip through my overwhelmed body and I have never been so ready for it.

I convulsed from Harry’s mouth and fingers. I could feel myself tighten around Harry’s digits, my fingers gripped my sheets, and my toes curled with the pleasure coursing through my entire body.

Harry hauled up from my legs. Moisture surrounded his mouth. My moisture. “Are you on the pill?” I shook my head, “Okay. I have a condom.” I wasn’t sure why he carried a condom around. The feeling that sunk into me sent me into a panic. What if I wasn’t Harry’s first time? What if he was just using me? I wanted to curl up into a ball in that moment. I think Harry sensed my panic, “Relax. This is my first time having sex. I carry it around with me to look cool.” The side of his hand was brushed against my face, “I am just as nervous as you.” He definitely didn’t show it. He did himself of the borrowed boxers, then fetched his wallet. The foil wrapper was torn open then soon the latex was rolled on to Harry’s hard shaft. Harry’s penis was the first one I have seen, but it was beautiful. I silently laughed at my thoughts, “Whatcha laughing at over there? Something funny?”

“No, you’re just beautiful.”

He climbed back onto the bed and kissed my nose, “and so are you.” Harry positioned himself between my legs. “Are you ready?” I nodded, I have never been more ready. “Okay.”

Harry pushed himself inside of me, a vehement moan elicited from his throat. “Holy fuck, this is better than I could imagine.” The unfamiliar feeling a male being inside of me was unpleasant to say the least. As Harry drew his hips back slowly and would push back against me, a pain would set in. It wasn’t very painful, but it was annoying. “Are you okay? Do I need to stop?” My head shook, “No, keep going.”

“With pleasure.”

After a few thrusts, the sensation set in and I started to experience the pleasure everyone thrived about. Before too long, my hips were meeting Harry’s furiously. Sweat began to bead at my forehead and in the valley of my breasts. Our moaning became louder and our breaths became rampant.

Pleasure cascaded through me with each propelling of our clashing hips. “Hold on, let me do something.” And with that, Harry moved his hips in such a way that he hit a certain spot inside of me. I cried out in what I could only explain of irrevocable bliss. “Oh fuck.” Harry accelerated his hips as his tongue met my breasts, I don’t know how much longer I could last with all of this overwhelming me. “Harry…I won’t last long..” Harry mumbled something onto me.

A thumb flicked my clit, and Harry kept hitting that spot that only kept making me moan louder each time. Soon I started to throb around Harry. My vision blacker out and I felt myself release onto Harry with a deafening moan. “Fuck Harry!” My nails raked down his back, an action I soon loved to peruse.

Harry growled out then soon twitched inside of me, spilling himself into the condom. Harry sweaty body collapsed on me, our chests heaving. “Y/N, that was amazing.” He said into my ear. “Oh my god, it was.” My hand was playing with Harry’s curls when he rolled off of me and pulled me onto his chest. “I see why everyone makes a big deal out of it now.” I chuckled out, Harry’s chest bounced up and down with a laugh rattling through him. “Yeah, so do I.”

Before we could continue our cuddling session, my phone buzzed with a text. “On my way home.” It read, from my mom. Panic rose in me, I jumped from Harry’s chest throwing clothes around to get dressed. “My mom is on her way.” Harry jumped up as well and got dressed. I pulled my hair into a bun and checked myself in the mirror. I truly looked like a different girl. There was a certain glow to my skin that I couldn’t place. My eyes looked brighter and my cheeks held red. “How doI look?” I asked Harry, “Freshly fucked.” He grinned with a dimple popping into his cheek. I rolled my eyes at him. We walked into the living room and I continued to play supernatural.

Eventually my mom stumbled through the door. “Hi Harry.” She smiled. “Hey Mrs. Y/L/N. How are you?” “I’m great, thank you for asking. You’re such a sweet boy. Why don’t you come over more often?” She passed him with a quick ruffle to his hair. Harry looked at me, “Maybe I will.” Then added a wink.

Mr. and Mrs. Kim (M)

Words: 2229

Warning: Smut, cursing, teasing.

Reader X Taehyung 

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Originally posted by changkyuh

Arranged marriage. That was the most awkward, annoying and trashy thing that could’ve happened in your life. Marry with a guy who doesn’t love you? With a guy who doesn’t care about you? Shit. Of course, you couldn’t deny your own cultural traditions, but it didn’t mean you were happy about that.

 Kim Taehyung was your husband for 6 months now. Yeah he was completely gorgeous, hot and stuff but he couldn’t be less worried about you. And that sucked. You just wanted attention. Was that ask too much to have a little of caressing from your husband? It was pretty clear he didn’t love you.

 The sex was completely robotic. No emotions, no feelings, no cuddling after. Actually you had never come.

Nice marriage.


  “We are gonna be late, Y/N!” Taehyung screamed at you. You were finishing your make up. You both were going to a party, and you were fucking excited. You would finally have some fun. You wore a black, lacy dress that did draw your curves. You smiled to yourself when you caught Taehyung’s eyes wide when he saw you.

  Once there, you and Taehyung get away from each other, going to talk to your own friends. It was common. You never spend time together at parties.

  “Oh my god, Y/N, you look amazing!” your friend greeted you. Finally.

  “Thank you! So do yours” you hugged her. You loved her.

A couple drinks after; you started talking about your marriage.

 "It sucks. I’m not happy. I’m not fucking happy" you said, “I want a man. I want a man to show me I’m his; I want a man to fucking claim. But Taehyung?” you laughed, “Taehyung does not give a fuck”. Yeah, the alcohol had already gotten you.

  “Well, you can always find some fun, Y/N…” she whispered.

 "W-what do ya mean?“ you gasped, the drink burning your throat.

 "Well, if what you’ve told me is true, then he doesn’t love you, Y/N. Or at least he doesn’t care enough to show you he does. I’m sorry, but it’s what it’s. However, you can always…you know… Find some fun. Look around. There are a lot of men here. Beautiful, hot men” she said.

 What? She meant… cheating? No! No way. You were not this kind of girl. You would never cheat your husband, no matter how shity he was. However, she was right. There were a lot of men there. Attractive men.

 "I don’t think so. I’m not cheating my husband, Y/F/N" you said.

 "Ok ok. No cheating. But you can flirt. Flirt is just a… a healthy conversation, you know".

 Yeah, she was… kinda right. You could just flirt around, for fun. Not to fuck. You looked around, searching for someone who you could be interested in. A few seconds later your gaze caught someone else’s. You looked away quickly, and occasionally looked back, and he was still staring at you.

  Wow. He was really, really beautiful. His suit was fitting him so perfectly. You could see his muscles. His gray hair pulled back… fuck.

  “Go talk to him” your friend’s voice pulled you from your reverie, noticing you found someone.

“What? No” you said harshly.

 She rolled her eyes at you, “for god sakes dude have some fun”

  “No. Oh god, what am I supposed to do if he comes to talk to me?” You said suddenly worried.

 "I dunno, but you better think quickly, because he is coming. I need to go to the bathroom" she said and turned around to leave.

 "No, fuck, wait" you tried to pull her back but it was too late.

  Fuck fuck fuck. How could she. For god sakes, your husband was there!

 What If-

 "Hey lady" a soft voice called you from behind, and then you felt a body beside yours. No. You looked at the beautiful guy beside you. Fuck he was prettier when he was close.

  “H-hey” you answered hesitantly.

  “I’m Park Jimin. I’m the host of this party. And you are…?” he asked as he gave you his hand, his gaze locked with yours.

 You greeted him back, smiling shyly.

 "I’m Y/N. I, hum… I’m an invited’s invited. I don’t think we know each other" you said. He smiled at you.

 "Of course we don’t. I would remember you if we did"

 Shit. Your cheeks got red as his words left his soft, pink lips.

“Well, can I offer you a special drink?” he asked politely.

You looked around, looking for Taehyung. He was far away from being paying attention in you.

 What bad could a drink do?

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“What are those?” Eleven asked, looking at the bundle of dark red flowers in Jonathan’s hands. 

“These?” he held them out to let her look closer, “They’re roses. A special kind of flower for Valentine’s Day.” 

“Why are they special?” Eleven tentatively brushed a fingertip against the soft petals of one of the roses. 

“Because you get them for a girl you really like, the way I really like Nancy.”

“Love.” It was a statement, not a question. Eleven may not have been the best at speaking, but she was certainly good at feeling. Jonathan’s cheeks turned almost as red as the roses in his hand. 

“Yeah,” he ran his fingers through his messy hair, “I guess so.” 

“Pretty,” Eleven smiled. Jonathan reached into the bouquet and plucked one out, handing it to her. 

“Careful,” he said, “Sometimes the stems have thorns.” 

“But they’re not for me,” Eleven hesitated, her hand hovering over the stem.

“This one can be,” Jonathan assured her, “Like you said, they’re for girls you love. And I love you like you’re my little sister.”


An excerpt from a Valentine’s Day fic I wrote a while back. 

A Fight

You walked into the Batcave as always, holding a med-kit and excited to saw him after being separated for a few hours as always. You did everything as you always do with a happy smile on your face that would always bring him to smile even if he’s still in his cowl.

There you have it, your husbandwith a boy? That boy looks like him when he was little but the difference was he has a pair of beautiful emerald eyes.

“Hey, Bruce, a new guy I see?” You asked, walking towards them smile still on your face.

A smile that you didn’t know will fall when he opened his mouth to talk. But instead of him, it was the boy who opened his mouth.

“Damian Al-Ghul, you may call me Damian Wayne from now on.” He said politely.

But what he said next dropped your heart, shattering it to pieces.

“His blood-son, and you are?”

Your eyes widened, what was that supposed to mean? Did.. Did Bruce cheat on you? No, he would never do that… Wouldn’t he? He’s a playboy, after all, no he was a playboy he has you now. But he has that thing that will always make a girl swing and there is a lot of prettier girl outside. Your mind got clouded with every possibility you could think of, every ifs and but and it wasn’t a positive one either.

“I’m sorry?”

“You heard me, now answer my question.” The boy that you know his name is Damian demanded. You were trying to process what he said, what he told you.

“I - I’m his maid..” You mumbled trying to cover your wedding ring by hiding your hand behind your back, “…Yeah! I’m his maid! Nice to meet you, Master Damian.”

Lie. Wrong. You’re his wife, one and only. The one who he always cherished the most, the one who he always loved, the one who made him happy, the one who always there when he needed help. You’re his everything.

“You’re not my maid (Y/N).” Bruce chimed in, removing his cowl so you can see his face. “You’re--

“Then who the fuck am I, Bruce?!” You exclaimed cutting him off, your mind was clouded you couldn’t take it anymore. He cheated on you and brought his son to you, you always wanted one of your own but he said not now.

He said not now, it made you sad. But you pulled through and managed to say ‘Okay. I’ll wait until you’re ready.’ but now, he brought a boy and the boy is his son.

“You’re my wife for god sake!” He screamed at you, you flinched at his harsh tone but still stayed strong. Trying not to cry was hard but you knew you can’t just give up. “God just let me explain!” He continued not dropping his harsh tone, not even a bit.

You understood he was tired, you knew he needed to rest, you knew he has his reason. But you just couldn’t bear to hear it, you couldn’t bear to hear another word from him. The pain already got into your mind making it hard to think rationally.

“What do you want me to hear Bruce!?”

He walked towards you as soon as you finished talking, towering you. He used his intimidating stare towards you, but you still won’t move. No, you’re not scared.

“Just shut up! Stop being so sensitive and hear me out!” He blurted out without thinking.

That’s it, you broke down. But no tears were spilled nothing came out from your eyes, his words hurt you deeply. He never acts like this towards you no matter how mad he is. Bruce, on the other hand, seemed just realized what he has done to you.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized.

You shook your head, shoving the med-kit to him before turning around to leave the cave. He reached to grab your hand but you swiftly moved it away. You need to clear your head. You know you were wrong for not wanting to hear him out, but you also need this. You need to take a walk to cool your mind and your heart.

You bought a cup of hot cocoa, to help you clear your mind. Gotham was rather cold at night and you mentally scolded yourself for not bringing a coat since you were too caught up with your pain.

A sigh of relief left your lips as you took a sip of it, chocolate always calms you down. You sat down on a nearby bench, fiddling with your wedding ring.

“Should I go back and apologize?” You whispered to yourself, looking at the ring. Reaching your hand up as if you were about to grab the moon as the other held the cup.

Finally, a tear rolled down your cheek, then you cried your eyes out. Covering your mouth with a hand to muffle your sobs as you looked up to the night sky, it was beautiful a dozen of stars decorating the sky above you. You wanted to adore them but it just hurt so much. It hurts like a bitch, but you do realize it wasn’t his fault. If it was he would never bring his son back home to show you.

You made up your mind, you’ll come back home and talk this through like adults should. Before you could go far from your place a hand grabbed you, your cup fell and spilled all over the ground. The smell of alcohol filled up your nostrils, making you gag. You’ve never liked alcohol.

You turned around to see 3 thugs, they were wasted.

“What a pretty gal like you do at a beautiful night like this?” A guy said as the rest walked towards you to surround you.

“Oh did you cried? Did your boyfriend dumped you?” Another guy chimed in from your right.

“Let her go.” A gruff voice that you knew and love the most interrupted them before things go any further.

All of them looked towards your husband, instead of running for their pathetic lives they brought out a knife, the one that holds you pulled you closer and pointed the knife at you. Making you roll your eyes at them. Even though they couldn’t see it.

“If you move, she’ll die.” The thug said smugly. Ugh, he reeks of alcohol.

Your patience ran out, you elbowed his face and kicked him in the nuts emitting a scream of pain and agony left his filthy lips. He stumbled and fell onto the cold ground clutching his crotch.

“Bitch!” He cried out, you smacked his head onto the ground not too hard. But enough to make him pass out.

A grunt and groan were heard from behind you, then they stopped. Turning around only to see Batman standing between the unconscious thugs. Leaving you and him alone.

You stared at him and so did he, an awkward silence filled the air around you and him, you were just made up your mind to apologize. 'It wasn’t the time to chicken out!’ You mentally encouraged yourself.

“Bruce I” He cut you off by pulling you into his chest, covering you with his cape. He shook his head slowly.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” He whispered into your ear in his regular voice.

“And I’m sorry. I should’ve listened to your explanation first before jumping into a conclusion.” You whispered back.

Realization hit you and him, laughing you pulled away from his hug hands still on his chest.

“I acted like a damn teenager.”

“And looks like one too.” He added, making you sent a playful glare at him.

“Let’s go back, you got a lot of explaining to do Batman.”

aquarpisc  asked:

Hi, my birthday is February 19th and I'd love something along the lines of enemies to lovers Modern AU (smut) if that's possible. Thank you so much to all the authors who contribute!! <3

Originally posted by butteryplanet

Wishing you a wonderful birthday! To start you days off right, the always delightful @appleblossomgirl0305 has written this perfect bit of Everlark, just for you! Enjoy!


Treed

Rating: M/E

Trigger warnings: Logging operations? Heights? The mating habits of quail?

A/N: Happy birthday! I hope all of your birthday wishes come true! Never-ending gratitude to @xerxia31 for helping in every way possible.


Peeta hunkered down in his chair, swiveling away from the opening of his cubicle. He had two immediate problems; his editor was looking for him and he was hungover. Again. Plutarch Heavensbee was hard to take on a normal day, but with a blazing headache and already sour stomach, Peeta feared the consequences of a run in this morning.

“Damn,” he muttered, sucking a sharp whistling breath as he burned his tongue on his scaldingly hot coffee. Why did the little kiosk in the entryway always insist on making horribly weak, but ridiculously hot coffee? Maybe a better question was why he continued to buy it. But every time he walked into the chrome and marble opulence of the Capital Media Corps foyer, with its twenty stories of frantically busy, hungry machine of information and commerce looming above him, he felt like an imposter. He felt like every silk-shirted woman in her clackity-clacking heels determinedly running to the next important story, each shiny-shoed, cuff-linked man barking into his cell phone that he “needed it yesterday, dammit!” could tell he didn’t really belong there. That he was a small-town boy from District 12 who still dreamt of his parent’s bakery, cinnamon and dill-scented tendrils curling through his dreams.

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Fine

Originally posted by yoonmin

based on fine by Taeyeon

words: 1.8k

summary: Your in love with Jimin, your best friend, who’s also a player and you don’t know how to tell him about how you feel.

part 2 - part 3

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it took everything for you to not be sweating really bad this moment. You were scared, nervous and if you could choose between being quiet about this and not having to tell Jimin how you feels, you would definitely stay quiet for the rest of your life. Yet Taehyung had told you that if you didn’t tell him, then he would tell him how you truly felt. You were angry at him for it because you didn’t want this pressure on you, not only did you hated it but you also couldn’t sleep at night due to it. Taehyung assured you that he was doing it for your good because he was tired of seeing you all the time really sad every time Jimin mentioned other girls name but to you, it definitely wasn’t like this, this was almost like a betrayal.

You didn’t want to admit it but your feeling for Jimin were big and they were pretty messy since you knew how bad they would all turn out at the end. True was that almost everyone knew how bad Jimin actually was when it came to the relationship and even you knew it. He played tons of girls and while you were thankful you weren’t one of them, you also didn’t enjoy being the girl that he told everything to, including the numbers of how many girls he had been with and how many he had used for sex. You hated it that you were in love with him because knowing how weak you were, he could easily break you.

You were now on your way to Jimin’s and Taehyungs dorms, in hopes you could have a movie night with him without being interrupted by Taehyung. He was probably the only one who kept pressuring you to tell Jimin how you felt, which was the reason most of the time you were always trying to avoid him. It wasn’t that you hated him for it because you knew he was right for the most part but you just weren’t ready for Jimin’s rejection. So now you were trying to slowly open the front door of their room without making a noise even though it was very obvious that you were there thanks to the loud crack that it made every time you slowly tried closing it. While you hoped that no one had actually heard the loud noises, you see the light in the living room being turned on and you sigh, knowing you were caught.

“What are you doing here? Are you finally going to tell him?” you heard the too familiar voice and you immediately get out of the dorm, hoping to make it back to your dorm before he caught you.

You didn’t even know why you tried, you were pretty dumb for even think Taehyung would let you walk away from this situation.

 Instead, you feel the door being opened again and when you try to let go of the door handle, Taehyung grabs a hold of your arm and pulls you inside, immediately closing the door.

“Stop acting like a kid and trying to run away! One way or another you’re going to have to tell him”

“No!” You push him away slightly walking towards the living room, sitting on the couch with both of your hands crossed.

“ Whatever! Did you talk to him or not?” he ask while opening the fridge to get a bottle of water.

“I want to but every time I do I chicken out”

“So you’re just going to live like this? Never telling him while seeing him with other girls?” he asked and you simply dodge the question, knowing that even you didn’t know how to answer that.

“I’ll just deal with it myself” you both knew that was a big lie but he doesn’t bother to question it.

“You do know he’s with girl right now”

“What?” You feel yourself choke on those words and you immediately feel anger developing.

“I know you guys had a movie to watch but he just left an hour ago with some girl from Art class”

“Then there’s no point of me being right? Just tell him I came but left, I’ll see you” You feel disappointed on yourself for even believing that Jimin would be on time for this and how stupid of you to even think he would reject sex for you. 

You were angry, even Taehyung knew it by the look of you but you just couldn’t hold it in. He had promised to had been here waiting for you and not only was he late but he had stood you up for a meaningless fling. 

You knew that this was something you should have become adjust to, even numb to it but you couldn’t no matter what. You hated the feeling of it, being heartbroken over someone who didn’t care about how you felt but this was how it was. If you weren’t going to tell him about how you felt then you had to start adjusting to his ways somehow.

-

Going home seemed like such a long way since your mind was preoccupied with the thoughts of the pros and cons of telling him how you truly felt. The pro was that maybe, just maybe he could like you back. It was just a tiny maybe and you never really thought about it which took you back to your first choice, the cons. The cons were pretty much him ignoring you forever and you losing all contact and all that was too much for you to lose over a stupid crush on your best friend.

You finally arrive at your dorm after a long walk that was nothing but horrible thoughts that were never good for you and you decide to check your phone to make sure boss hadn’t sent you an important message for work tomorrow like she always did to remind you. Instead, you find two unread messages from Jimin and you realize that you had forgotten to text him.

“Hey I just came back, are you ready?”

“Y/n where did you go? I thought we were going to watch a movie together? Why did Taehyung tell me you left…ㅜㅜ?”

You knew this feeling too well, being the second choice. You almost felt the tears stinging knowing that he was with someone else, instead of you. You immediately throw yourself on your bed and close your eyes, hoping that the pain would already go away but you swore, if it was possible, that the pain in your heart that was becoming bigger and bigger.

-
You had been ignoring Jimin for the past week due to the talk you had with Taehyung that kind of gave you light on the whole thing and Jimin never bothering to show up at the time you guys had suggested. He even tried to call you a couple of times the next day and even came to your classes to find you but instead, all he saw were empty seats and no sign of you. He tried to get a hold of your other friends that he didn’t know existed since you spend most of the time with him. Most of them didn’t even know what to reply to him because in fact, most of them didn’t understand what he was talking about.Truth was that you did spend all of your time with Jimin and you kind of had stopped talking them but that was something that Jimin wasn’t aware and it made him feel really bad, he was starting to feel guilty.

It was the second week that you were nowhere near to be found where Jimin had given all hope on you. He knew you were ignoring him, he did but he was also too stubborn to call you. He wanted to see you face to face and ask you what was wrong, why were you being like this? But instead, he gives up and hopes you somehow text him back.

In the very hot Friday morning of the third week, you had decided to step out of your dorm. Funny enough, you were always there but somehow Jimin was clueless because you only went to his dorm and he never went to yours. You had also gone to your classes but because you sat all the way in the back against the wall, he could never see you through the tiny window of the class. You weren’t ignoring him out of anger, you just wanted to have a break from everything. You were kind of tired of being his ‘friend’, you wanted to be more than that and you know that asking for that was too much.

-

It wasn’t actually long till you had to come across Jimin and Taehyung simply because this town was small enough and because you were sure that Taehyung had planned it. Out of all of the Cafe’s that were in the area, the one that you had only told Taehyung about, they were both there standing in line and you weren’t surprised. You were mostly surprised at seeing Jimin but definitely not Taehyung. You knew your suspicions of him coming here just to make you and Jimin talk was right when he turned around and he smiled, a smile you knew too well.

“Funny seeing you here”

“Hey” You awkwardly wave at him and at the sound of your voice, Jimin turns around surprised to see you there after so long.

“Where have you been?” Jimin speaks up and comes a little bit too close to your liking,

“Um well, I’ve been busy with sch-”

“Really? Because I saw you yesterday playing at the Arcade and you had your phone in your hand yet you ignored my texts completely” Jimin completely cuts you off and you don’t know whether to hide under a rock or start digging your own grave.

So maybe he had seen you that one time you came out at night but you didn’t really expect him to be there out of all places.

“What’s so bad about it? You do the same thing” You hear Taehyung add and your heart immediately drops, knowing where this was going to lead.

“Taehyung, don’t do this”

“Why is it bad that she ignores you but when you do it, she’s supposed to be okay with it? Haven’t you ever thought of how she felt?”

“Whats that suppose to mean?” Jimin looks at both of you, completely unaware of what was about to happen.

“I’m trying to tell you that maybe you should take into mind of how you make other feels” You can feel Jimins gaze on you but you look at Tae instead hoping to get him to stop talking. This wasn’t how you wanted for Jimin to find out, this wasn’t part of the picture.

Maybe you expected too much of yourself but this was definitely not how you pictured it. In your head, it was a prettier place like the park and you wanted for it to be a nice day where the sun came out and Jimin would be there with a huge smile on his face and you would tell him and just maybe he would accept you back. Thats how you pictured it, not on a Coffee shop with people’s eyes on you.

“Are you saying this because I forgot about my movie night with her? and if so what? this is our business, not yours Taehyung” Jimin pushes him slighty and you suddenly get between them, not wanting to make two best friends fight for something so silly like this.

“It’s not like that Jimin, its something else” 

“Taehyung please just don’t do it” You don’t know how many times you’ve begged him to stop but instead, he continues to go on.

“It’s just….dude how can you be so blind?” Taehyung takes one step closer towards you and you feel like this might just be the end of times. “Just tell him please”

“No, he doesn’t need to know tae, stop this already” You didn’t want this to happen, not like this.

“Can someone please just tell me what’s going on?” Jimin looks at you and your heart feels like its breaking because this was when you were going to find whether or not Jimin would still be there for you when he heard those three words or leave you behind.

“She likes you”

-

Should I do a part two or? this my first time posting and I know its short but for some unknown reason, this took forever to do? but I have a lot of ideas for the next part so tell me what you think here!!

Guilty - Part 1

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Table of Contents: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Alternate Ending I | Alternate Ending II | Alternate Ending III

Genre: Angst, smut

Word Count: 2,548 words

Pairing: Reader x Baekhyun / Reader x Kai

Summary: *REQUESTED* You find yourself getting more and more frustrated with Kai as he keeps hanging out with his ex-girlfriend, Krystal, against your wishes. Your solution? Hang out with Baekhyun instead.


You sat at the bar, twirling your straw around in your drink. Your friends would be meeting you soon but you’d arrived early. Perhaps, maybe, too early. You were already halfway through your second cocktail, drinking through your frustrations.

The bar was just starting to get more crowded since it was getting closer to the prime bar hours. You were sitting by yourself, the seats next to you currently unoccupied. Your phone suddenly vibrated, signaling that your friend Mina texted you back, We’re stuck in traffic. BUT we’re almost there!

You smiled. Of course everyone was late when you’d arrived early. You weren’t complaining though, as you were enjoying your cocktail. You took another sip as you stared into your phone. It was so frustrating.

“Why do you look so miserable?” called a familiar voice from behind you. It was Baekhyun. He was the first of your friends to arrive. He sat in the seat next to you, with a cocktail of his own.

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Doubt [Newt x Reader]

Requested by anon:  Newt drunk

A/N: Look, it’s me, hello! I don’t have a lot to talk about, so I hope you enjoy reading this. 

Warnings: Mention of drinking/drunk person. A bit os angst, maybe, idk.

Words count: 1996 (holy shit, it took me so long to edit this.)


Everyone went to Hogsmeade that day.

You went too but came back early because of the amount of homework that you had to finish. That wasn’t entirely the reason; deep down you knew it was because of Leta and Newt.

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anonymous asked:

If you are still doing prompts, could I have Damen/Laurent 16/17 or 13?

(I combined 16, “naughty kiss” and 17, “love bite” for this. Sorry it took so darn long, anon!)


“She’s flirting with you, of course.”

Damen blinked. Laurent had spoken quietly, the words disguised by the lift of his (empty) wine goblet to his mouth, and to most people he would have sounded perfectly calm. Damen, of course, could hear the sharp edges under the words.

“Flirting?” Damen repeated, mystified. “Why?”

Laurent raised an eyebrow. “I know you are not completely unacquainted with your own physical appeal.”

“Well, no,” Damen answered with a crooked grin, “but every bit of this magnificence is reserved for one particular ill-tempered Veretian. Surely that’s well-known.”

“Tell it to her.” With a tilt of his head, Laurent indicated the woman in question—Princess Teretha of Patras.

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Let Me Love You pt. 3

Originally posted by porkdo-bi


Let Me Love You

Part 1 - Part 2  - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

Description: Baekhyun finally understands your true reason for your trip to Seoul.

Genre: Smut // Fluff // Slight Angst

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

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“So what do you do for a living?” Baekhyun asks you with smile playing on his lips. After your talk at the park he brought you to a cute little restaurant for lunch. It was so small and intimate that the tables and chairs had the two of you squished close together. At times you felt Baekhyun’s teasing hand against your thigh. You couldn’t stop blushing as you tried to get him to stop, but it wasn’t like you were complaining.

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