until it rains and lets us down

To the one with mixed emotions and open ended questions;
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what you are.
To revel in your beauty, and be content with your flaws.
To stop the incessant wandering of one’s mind toward the belief that they are not worthy of the love in which they receive.
Do not tilt your head up to observe the horizon for the next sign of trouble.
Do not wait for the lightning to strike and the clouds to shift from pure white to a cataclysmic grey.
But rather look straight ahead, beyond the horizon, and let the rain trail down your cheek and kiss your jawline merely when it is time.
Allow your mind to travel further than a body can take you and discover the many wonders of the world.
Make it a habit to express your appreciation and to throw kindness around like confetti.
Speak with passion and conviction and enliven people through the use of words, art and depth.
Learn.
Educate yourself.
Allow your hardships to transform the mere ordinary to that of something extraordinary.
Forget the surface, challenge yourself and dig until you discover the core of who you are – do not float, dive.
—  100 letters for you / letter #1 /// flxorite
Thunder and Lightning

Smutty imagine where you get out of a bad relationship and go to Tyler for comfort and share an intimate moment. 

A/N: Metaphorically I’m a whore… 


You never cared much for thunderstorms. The expressive sound of thunder and the cracks of light that split the sky apart never found a home within you.  

Tonight, the weather seemed to be laughing at you. There were bruises forming on your arms and with tears in your eyes, you drove through the torrential rain.  

Somehow, the flashes of lightning led you right to Tyler’s house and the growls of thunder, guided you to his front door.  

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Our Little Secret (Part 6)

Bucky x Reader
WC
1556
Warnings swearing, mention of smoking, snuggling
Summary When your friendship with Steve ends, you’re sent on an undercover mission with his best friend.


You stormed up to the bedroom, stomping up to your room. When you reached there, you slammed the door shut but still didn’t feel any better. Looking at the bed, you knew you were too angry with Steve to even contemplate sleep. You hated how he could get under your skin like that; you thought you had moved on but he knew exactly which buttons to push. He was so infuriating! You caught a glimpse of the walk in shower and hoped a hot shower would calm you down.

Collecting your toiletries and towels, you turned on the shower and undressed in the bathroom, leaving your clothes on the sink. The bathroom filled with steam and you stepped in. Your shower this afternoon was one of necessity, this one was for luxury. You took advantage of the shower head that was like rain letting it fall over you and soothe you. You took your time washing yourself, using your loofah to scrub your skin until it hurt. The action allowed you to calm down and by the time you were done, you felt calmer.

Stepping out onto the bathmat, you wrapped your hair with a towel wrapping the second one around your body. You moisturized your face and rubbed your favourite coconut scented lotion into your skin. Foregoing the blow dryer, you put your hair into a loose braid.

You were about to step out of the bedroom to get dressed when you realized Bucky was in the bedroom. And so were your clothes.

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2 A.M

A/N: So this is the second installment of my apparently new A.M series that I didn’t even knew I needed on my blog. You can read Luke’s version here

Pairing: Y/N/College!Michael

Rating: PG-All

Request: No

Words: 6.000+

Summary: Y/N’s and Michael’s hate for each other won’t get any better when they’re paired up for a science project. And when a thunderstorm appears and Y/N isn’t safe to walk home she has to stay at Michael’s dorm against her will

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“Give me the sword, Kingslayer.” “Oh, I will.” He sprang to his feet and drove at her, the longsword alive in his hands. Brienne jumped back, parrying, but he followed, pressing the attack. No sooner did she turn one cut than the next was upon her. The swords kissed and sprang apart and kissed again. Jaime’s blood was singing. This was what he was meant for; he never felt so alive as when he was fighting, with death balanced on every stroke. And with my wrists chained together, the wench may even give me a contest for a time. His chains forced him to use a two-handed grip, though of course the weight and reach were less than if the blade had been a true two-handed greatsword, but what did it matter? His cousin’s sword was long enough to write an end to this Brienne of Tarth. High, low, overhand, he rained down steel upon her. Left, right, backslash, swinging so hard that sparks flew when the swords came together, upswing, sideslash, overhand, always attacking, moving into her, step and slide, strike and step, step and strike, hacking, slashing, faster, faster, faster… … until, breathless, he stepped back and let the point of the sword fall to the ground, giving her a moment of respite. “Not half bad,” he acknowledged. “For a wench.” She took a slow deep breath, her eyes watching him warily. “I would not hurt you, Kingslayer.” “As if you could.” He whirled the blade back up above his head and flew at her again, chains rattling. Jaime could not have said how long he pressed the attack. It might have been minutes or it might have been hours; time slept when swords woke. He drove her away from his cousin’s corpse, drove her across the road, drove her into the trees. She stumbled once on a root she never saw, and for a moment he thought she was done, but she went to one knee instead of falling, and never lost a beat. Her sword leapt up to block a downcut that would have opened her from shoulder to groin, and then she cut at him, again and again, fighting her way back to her feet stroke by stroke. The dance went on. He pinned her against an oak, cursed as she slipped away, followed her through a shallow brook half-choked with fallen leaves. Steel rang, steel sang, steel screamed and sparked and scraped, and the woman started grunting like a sow at every crash, yet somehow he could not reach her. It was as if she had an iron cage around her that stopped every blow. “Not bad at all,” he said when he paused for a second to catch his breath, circling to her right. “For a wench?” “For a squire, say. A green one.” He laughed a ragged, breathless laugh. “Come on, come on, my sweetling, the music’s still playing. Might I have this dance, my lady?” Grunting, she came at him, blade whirling, and suddenly it was Jaime struggling to keep steel from skin. One of her slashes raked across his brow, and blood ran down into his right eye. The Others take her, and Riverrun as well! His skills had gone to rust and rot in that bloody dungeon, and the chains were no great help either. His eye closed, his shoulders were going numb from the jarring they’d taken, and his wrists ached from the weight of chains, manacles, and sword. His longsword grew heavier with every blow, and Jaime knew he was not swinging it as quickly as he’d done earlier, nor raising it as high. She is stronger than I am. The realization chilled him. Robert had been stronger than him, to be sure. The White Bull Gerold Hightower as well, in his heyday, and Ser Arthur Dayne. Amongst the living, Greatjon Umber was stronger, Strongboar of Crakehall most likely, both Cleganes for a certainty. The Mountain’s strength was like nothing human. It did not matter. With speed and skill, Jaime could beat them all. But this was a woman. A huge cow of a woman, to be sure, but even so… by rights, she should be the one wearing down.
Instead she forced him back into the brook again, shouting, “Yield! Throw down the sword!” A slick stone turned under Jaime’s foot. As he felt himself falling, he twisted the mischance into a diving lunge. His point scraped past her parry and bit into her upper thigh. A red flower blossomed, and Jaime had an instant to savor the sight of her blood before his knee slammed into a rock. The pain was blinding. Brienne splashed into him and kicked away his sword. “YIELD!” Jaime drove his shoulder into her legs, bringing her down on top of him. They rolled, kicking and punching until finally she was sitting astride him. He managed to jerk her dagger from its sheath, but before he could plunge it into her belly she caught his wrist and slammed his hands back on a rock so hard he thought she’d wrenched an arm from its socket. Her other hand spread across his face. “Yield!” She shoved his head down, held it under, pulled it up. “Yield!” Jaime spit water into her face. A shove, a splash, and he was under again, kicking uselessly, fighting to breathe. Up again. “Yield, or I’ll drown you!” “And break your oath?” he snarled. “Like me?” She let him go, and he went down with a splash. And the woods rang with coarse laughter. Brienne lurched to her feet. She was all mud and blood below the waist, her clothing askew, her face red. She looks as if they caught us fucking instead of fighting. Jaime crawled over the rocks to shallow water, wiping the blood from his eye with his chained hands. Armed men lined both sides of the brook. Small wonder, we were making enough noise to wake a dragon. “Well met, friends,” he called to them amiably. “My pardons if I disturbed you. You caught me chastising my wife.”

100% chance of rain

◦ pairing: reader x jimin

◦ rating: m

◦ word count: 3.3k

◦ request: Heyyy I can’t even begin to tell you how AMAZING you are at writing!! And choosing a bias😏😂 butttt umm i was kinda feeling a jimin smut (I’m such a hoe he’s not even my bias) where he takes you out on a date and is being all cutesy but when you get home he’s all rough and there’s a lot of dirty talk and he just does a load of nasty stuff thanks bye🙃( so embarrassed right now😳)

◦ a/n: I cried a little ❤️ ANON YOU ARE LOVELY THANK YOU. I HOPE IT’S EVERYTHING YOU WANTED IT TO BE!

m a s t e r l i s t


“Babe,” he smiled, reaching out to still my hand as I frantically smoothed my hair down. “You look fine.” He sat back in his chair, watching as I fiddled with strands of my hair. I combed through it with my fingers one more time before slouching hopelessly. It had taken forever to straighten it properly, and just a few rain droplets had pulled my waves out of hiding. I never liked my curly hair.

“Jimin,” I sulked. “It took so long.”

This date night was supposed to be perfect; it was our one year anniversary. Neither of us were a big fan of dressing up fancy and going to an expensive restaurant, so Jimin brought us to the place where we had our first date. It was a quaint ice cream shop just one block away from my apartment, jumbled in with the mess of the bustling city life. Unless you were familiar with the city, you would surely miss it.

Jimin chuckled, shaking his head as he dipped his spoon into the cup that sat between us. Motioning for me to lean forward, he placed the cold spoon in my mouth. I hummed with satisfaction, carefully licking the dribble of ice cream that trailed my upper lip. The steady drizzle of the rain outside pattered against the puddles on the ground. I puckered my lips, still scolding myself for wasting so much time on my hair without checking for the very important detail of the weather forecast.

“You know,” Jimin started, pushing around the scoops of ice cream. “I like your natural hair.” He flipped the spoon, placing it facedown on his tongue as he let the ice cream melt on his tongue. His eyes met mine with a mischievous glance, raising his eyebrows up and down.

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Changed (20 Different Pairings #14- Cain x reader)

Summary: You are in a loving relationship with Cain, who is nothing but gentle and sweet. Until he leaves with Dean Winchester and returns a bit…rougher.

Warning: Smut, spanking, breath play

Word Count: 1800ish

A/N: I am still having so much fun with these different pairings. Hope you are too!

It couldn’t have been any closer to the plot of a romantic comedy if it had been an actual script. Your car breaking down in the middle of nowhere the day after you left your hometown on a personal mission to ‘find yourself’, you not having cell phone reception, wandering down the deserted road until you came upon a house just as it started to rain…

And that’s how you met Cain.

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fic: yes a heart will always go one step too far

Anyway I started thinking way too much about how much I love the fact that Daryl’s gonna lie to Carol tonight, and this happened. It’s my usual rusty af, unbetaed pile of total smush, so be aware of that if you choose to click the read more. me @ me: yeesh

(The title is from ‘Go Places,’ by the New Pornographers. The song is so lovely:)

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Prince Of Persia

Summary: After being held prisoner of the persians, Y/N Y/L/N, the Alamut princess, get herself in a world of war and conspiracies, along with the bastard prince of Persia, James Buchanan Barnes.

Warnings: none I guess, only drama

Prince Of Persia!AU

Part 1 Part 2

Tags: @marvel-fanfiction @debzybrazy @canyouseeme86

A/N: For some weird reason I wrote this really quick so Idk how did it go, please let me know what you’re thinking so far!!!


    The wedding was rushed to come. When I realize, I’m standing in a room. wearing the beautiful wedding dress again, this time for the real cerimony. While thinking about everything that happened in the past two day, I can’t help but let a single tear run down my cheek. I’ve let my people down. I was going against my creed and marrying a man I didn’t love - at least he wasn’t the one I despised.

“Your majesty-” I hear Danny’s voice and look around.

“Danny!” I run to him and engulf him in a hug.

“You’re stunning,  xiǎolóng” I chuckle.

“You say that everytime you see me”

“It’s the truth”

    He pull apart and hold my face in both his hands. His baby blue eyes looked haunted. I wonder if he was feeling guilty, or thinking that he let me down for not stopping the wedding.

“Will you walk me down the aisle?” I ask with pleading eyes.

“If that’s your wish”

“It’s more than what I can ask for”

“You’re still our princess and forever will be, we’ll attend your very wish with out hearts”

    I try my best to give him a tight smile. Emotionally, I was conflicted in so much pain. But I was trying to stay positive. At least I could grow a friendship with the man I was about to marry. Stay positive, Y/N. Maybe you can get something good out of it.


    The cerimony was traditionally persian. Prince James and I were sat in front of the judge as two guards were holding a white veil above our heads. The judge was saying beautiful words for sure, I just couldn’t focus on them. To my surprise, as someone was supposed to bring the rings, Peter walked up the aisle with a pillow and both of them in hand. My heart melted. Prince James quickly winked at me before taking the rings and ruffling Peter’s hair. I kneeled down and gave the little boy a kiss on his cheek. He ran to stay by May’s side.

“Prince James, of Persia, do you take princess Y/N, from Alamut, as your wife, to love, respect and protect, through thick and thin, rain and sun, laughs and cries, until death tear you apart?”

“I do” 

    And I put the ring on his finger, kneeling down to kiss it right after.

“And you, princess Y/N, of Alamut, do you take prince James, from Persia, as your husband, to love, respect and protect, through thick and thin, rain and sun, laughs and cries, until death tear you apart?“

“I do”

    It’s his turn to put my ring. He also kneeled down and kissed my hand. He gets up slowly, locking eyes with me. He didn’t let go of my hand, instead gently rubbing his thumb on its back.

“I declare you, wife, and husband, you may now kiss the bride”

    People begun to cheer and throw confettis at us. He takes a step closer and put his hand on my cheek. He takes a moment to study my face. I can’t help but blush lightly.

“May I, my princess?”

“You may, my prince”

    And with that answer he leaned down and our lips met. His lips were rough and a bit chapped. The kiss though was nothing but sweet and gentle. As if he was almost shy to kiss me. I got his body closer to mine as we kept kissing. I felt his arm sneaking its way around my waist while I held onto his biceps. We pull apart but he rests his forehead on mine. His thumb caressing my cheek slowly.

“I might have just got lucky, not only you’re cute and a gentleman, you’re also a great kisser” I say loud enough so only him could hear me.

    He actually laughs and lean down again, capturing my lips on his once more. I kiss him back right away. For a moment, I allowed myself to feel a little happiness due to the fact I didn’t marry an enemy.


    The party started right after. There were people dancing and chatting and drinking all around the ball room. I just had a dance with Tony and Daniel, and was currently dancing with Peter when we were interrupted.

“Excuse me, may I take her for a dance, sir Peter?” We look around and see James.

“Yes, you may, sir James” It’s Peter’s answer, and I can’t contain a laughter when he lets me go and goes ask Laura for a dance.

    I turn back to James, he offers me his hand and I take it without hesitation. He leads us to the center of the room and we start dancing. His hands firmly holding me closer to his body as we swayed from one side to another. It felt nice to be in his arms, although a part of me was still relutanct to the fact I married - technically - a stranger.

“You look beautiful, my princess”

“You don’t look too bad yourself, my prince” He chuckles.

    We dance for a little longer when a guard politely requested my hand for a dance. James introduces him as Brock Rumlow, he was the commander of the persian army, apparently he was the second in charge after Fury.

“You’re absolutely ravishing, princess Y/N”

“Thank you, commander Rumlow”

    I let him take my hand. I bow down to my newlyed before going to dance with the man holding my hand. The dance with Brock Romlow was strange, no words exchanged, moves almost mechanicals. I didn’t enjoy it.

“Look over there, princess, in a few minutes, Persia will change forever” He says motioning his head to where James was standing, talking to Fury.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’ll give you two optinos, dear, you can stay shut and behave, or you can run away with yout prince and become a fugitive”

“Let me go!” I wasn’t liking this conversation. I tried to leave but he grabbed my arm.

“Persia will be under new direction, we’ll not be as mercyful as we were, and you can’t do shit to stop it… Hail HYDRA” 

    I get out of his grip and look for James. He was no longer in sight. I find Steve instead and ran to him. He was with his wives.

“Ladies, Prince Steve, may I talk to you, sir?”

“Of course, dear, sister-in-law” I force a smile and push him to a quiet corner.

“I need you to promise me something, and injustice is about to happen, I don’t know what it is, but you must promise you won’t believe in anything Brock Rumlow or even you father tells you, and you have to promise that nothing will happen to my people, the ones that are here and the ones in Alamut, promise me that!” I say eagerly.

“Okay, okay! I promise! Think of it as a marriage gift” I roll my eyes but nod nonetheless.

“Have you seen where did James go?”

    Steve points me a direction. I start running again when strong arms hold me and I almost scream.

“Y/N?! What’s going on?”

“Danny, I don’t have time to explain it, get Tony, Laura, May and Peter, and stay close to prince Steve, trust me”

    With that last sentence he nods and goes to find them. I get back running to find James. I pass through people, brushing shoulder and apologizing from time to time. I felt threatned, I was scared af something I didn’t even know what it was. I finally find where Fury and the prince had gone, but the scene in front of me had me shocked.

    Fury was on the floor looking lifeless. James was kneeled by his side with tears in his eyes, and looking pale. When he sees me he starts mumbling a chant of ‘it wasn’t me’ and ‘I didn’t do it’, and I knew he was being honest because of the precious words of that commander.

“James, James, honey, I know you didn’t do it, but we gotta go, if someone finds out…”

    I stop myself from finishing that sentence and help him get up. He pulled himself together and leaded us through halls  until we’re outside. We get to the stable and hop up in Winter. I hold onto him tightly.

“W-What about your friends?” He asks.

“Steve will take care of them”

    And just like that we left Persia, with the words murderers and traitors in our backs.

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notes | Today’s Snowbarry Spring Day 2 fic is a bit more dramatic and probably a bit more cliche: but who doesn’t love a storm and a fight and a rain soaked first kiss?

title | feel that much


“Caitlin, wait!” It should be exactly what he wants, when she stutters to a stop and turns around in the middle of the parking lot, but when her dark eyes find his, the fury he finds there leaves him reeling.

“What Barry?” She shouts, fierce and forced as she glares at him through the curtain of pouring rain that’s falling all around them.

A lesser man would fumble. Barry feels the urge crawl up his spine, a tiny little voice saying he should just let it go, let her be angry, but Barry Allen is not a lesser man and, more importantly, Caitlin Snow is not a lesser anything. He screwed up, he knows it and he’s going to own it.

“I’m sorry,” falls out as easily as breathing, the words emptying his lungs and his conscious as he takes a step forward, determined to lessen the gap between them. “I screwed up and I should have never gone after Cicada myself.” The sound of her scoff is familiar enough that he wants to smile, but she’s still looking at him like she never wants to again and he cannot possibly live beneath the ghost of that expression, so he continues. “I thought I was being noble, putting myself between you guys and him, and I know I should know better but…”

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“How could the love between Thee and me sever?
As the leaf of the lotus abides on the water: so thou art my
Lord, and I am Thy servant.
As the night-bird Chakor gazes all night at the moon: so Thou art
my Lord and I am Thy servant.
From the beginning until the ending of time, there is love
between Thee and me; and how shall such love be extinguished?
Kabir says: ‘As the river enters into the ocean, so my heart
touches Thee.’” (Songs of Kabir)

“O my heart! let us go to that country where dwells the Beloved,
the ravisher of my heart!
There Love is filling her pitcher from the well, yet she has no
rope wherewith to draw water;
There the clouds do not cover the sky, yet the rain falls down in
gentle showers:
O bodiless one! do not sit on your doorstep; go forth and bathe
yourself in that rain!
There it is ever moonlight and never dark; and who speaks of one
sun only? That land is illuminate with the rays of a million
suns.” (Songs of Kabir)

“Maya [illusion] is devoid of truth, therefore forget her and look at the Truth within. Realizing this Truth, you will silently feel pearl-drops of nectar inside. You will intuitively see the light of the moon and the sun, and the shining light of eternal knowledge. There will be no more aimless wandering of the mind. You will feel a shower of love all around, and the door to God opens for you.”

“O Ocean of Love! Through your merciful glance, shower such mercy on us that we will be absorbed in your true love.”

– Sandhya Path/Book of Prayers, published by the Kabir Association

destiny pt.5;

⇢ summary: you’re just about ready to give up on life altogether; your love life is in ruins, you’ve lost your job, and your family couldn’t care less about you… and then you meet your blushing guardian angel, and maybe life isn’t so bad after all.

⇢ relationship: jeon jungkook/reader, min yoongi/reader.

⇢ genre: supernatural, angel!au, demon!au, romance, thriller.

⇢ words: 4.7k

warnings: none!

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a/n: more yoongi!!


Writing it all down helps make a lot more sense than you originally expected.

It had only been two days, and yet you felt like it had been fifty years. From meeting your guardian angel, finding out he would no longer be your guardian angel, and running into a possibly new guardian angel, all the while having your current angel completely kick your ex’s ass had given you enough stress for a lifetime. And it wasn’t even Monday yet. Monday… 

You sink further into the cushions of your bed, Jungkook resting beside you with light snores falling from his mouth. Now that he was becoming mortal, he needed sleep and sustenance. You’d been taking pretty good care of him the days since he had told you everything in your living room, but you were starting to wonder if this was what having a kid was like. An overgrown, very hungry, very tall kid. Jungkook still made up for the food he gobbled down by being something of a friend to you, but even you couldn’t ignore the fact that this set-up was just plain weird.

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The Little Merbunny Chapter 8: Consequences

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Notes at the end, as always

@trashasaurusrex @ryutolbx @hoppsforwilde @judylavernehopps @andyourteeth @yasminoliveira534 @lordsheogorath97 @nexijay


           Ursula shot down towards the sea floor, towing Judy behind her like a prize. Cackling, the sea witch tossed the merbunny onto the ground, eliciting a cry of pain.

           ‘Oh hush.” She commanded, smiling maliciously. With a maniacal laugh, the witch raised a paw, wisps of dark energy dancing through her claws.

           “Any last words princess?” She mocked.

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To the one with mixed emotions and open ended questions;
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what you are.
To revel in your beauty, and be content with your flaws.
To stop the incessant wandering of one’s mind toward the belief that they are not worthy of the love in which they receive.
Do not tilt your head up to observe the horizon for the next sign of trouble.
Do not wait for the lightning to strike and the clouds to shift from pure white to a cataclysmic grey.
But rather look straight ahead, beyond the horizon, and let the rain trail down your cheek and kiss your jawline merely when it is time.
Allow your mind to travel further than a body can take you and discover the many wonders of the world.
Make it a habit to express your appreciation and to throw kindness around like confetti.
Speak with passion and conviction and enliven people through the use of words, art and depth.
Learn.
Educate yourself.
Allow your hardships to transform the mere ordinary to that of something extraordinary.
Forget the surface, challenge yourself and dig until you discover the core of who you are – do not float, dive.
- 100lettersforyou |letter #1|
—  @flxorite
Empty- Rosé

Angst, slight Fluff at the end
based on Winner – Empty
10/10 would recommend listening to it while reading.

You walked through the busy streets of Seoul. The rain was pouring down as though it wanted to flood the town. You were surrounded by people yet it felt so empty. You felt so empty. Walking by a reflecting window of some café you glanced at yourself. Your hair was sticking to your body and your clothes were completely soaked. But instead of feeling shame or anger, you felt nothing. You felt empty. You kept on walking and soon got to the quiet small streets leading to your apartment complex. No one was out, probably hiding from the rain. You wished to hide too. Go home and hide but you were hiding from home. From the emptiness all around you. The bed that seems way too big now that she was gone, the closet full of empty hangers, the coffee mug she always used was empty too. Still on the table next to the caffee machine where she left it. You entered the house and walked the stairs up until you reached your appartment. You walked straight into the bathroom and stripped down to step in the shower. You leaned against the wall and let the hot, steamy water wash away the coldness. Internally hoping it would wash off the sadness too and the memory of her along. You reached out to grab your shampoo when hers captured your attention. You traced the outline of it before taking it and using it. The smell filled your shower, it smelled like her. You wondered if she still used it. God you felt so pathetic. If she’d see now he’d just give you a pitiful look, just the way everyone looks at you. Like someone who had to be pitied. You hated it. After walking out of the shower you looked into the mirror. Your reflection was empty. It was killing you, all this emptiness she left that you just couldn’t fill. You slipped an oversized sweater and underwear on before falling into this bed, that made you feel so empty and small. How could it really be over? Where is she? Didn’t she say she would stay with you and be there when you would need her? You needed her right now! You needed her arms to embrace you and tell you it’s going to be okay and that she is here with you. But she left, she left you and emptiness took her place instead. All you two were was now a memory. Nothing more than a story of the past. God did you wish she wouldn’t forget you, as you knew exactly you could not forget her. You closed your eyes and almost immediately her face appeared. Her grin when she didn’t want admit you were cute, her loving gaze she gave you when you told her you love her, you could clearly picture everything about her. Her small waist, the curve of his lips. You awaited the sadness to flood over you again, but it was not that bad. Actually maybe it was worse because all you felt instead was emptiness. Your fears started fulfilling as you knew, you weren’t yourself anymore, were you? You were getting weaker. Mentally, physically. You were drowning in these feels. You asked yourself if you maybe regret it. You waited for an answer. But it was quiet around you and inside of you. It was empty. You longed for her. You knew that only she could fill the emptiness. You just kept laying in your emptiness. All empty. All alone. Until you fell asleep. Just so you could wake up and feel empty again. Empty.
  You opened your lids slowly, looking around and realising yet again that all this was not a dream. You streched your arm out to your bedside table and took your phone into your hand. One missed call from an unknown number, with a message left. You let your finger slide over the screen and held the phone up to your ear.
„Y/N, it- it’s me.“, it was her voice. Your Chaeyoungs voice. „God, I probably shouldn’t do this. But I-“, it sounded like her voice trembled. You heard her breath deeply before speaking again. „I just miss you so much. I was so wrong when I said I can live without you! Everything I do it feels empty. Everywhere I go it feels so empty. My parents miss you, my friends miss you and god, god Y/N do I miss you“, her voice cracked and you heard her sob. She was crying? For you?. „Y/N, Y/N, please give me another chance to be yours. Let’s be who we deserve to be for each other. Please let me talk to you and hear your voice again. God please just make all this emptiness go away. I try to write songs, try to work and try everything but nothing makes me feel thet way you did. Please let’s try again. Call me back“.
You stared at your phone in disbelieve. With no hestitation you dialed her number, that you knew by heart, anxiously waiting through the peeping.
„Hello?“, she sounded the way you feel, her voice unstable, shaking a little.
„Rosie, come here. Let’s start again you Idiot“

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JB Appreciation Week, Day 4: One Scene

The Sword Fight

“Give me the sword, Kingslayer.”

“Oh, I will.” He sprang to his feet and drove at her, the longsword alive in his hands. Brienne jumped back, parrying, but he followed, pressing the attack. No sooner did she turn one cut than the next was upon her. The swords kissed and sprang apart and kissed again. Jaime’s blood was singing. This was what he was meant for; he never felt so alive as when he was fighting, with death balanced on every stroke. And with my wrists chained together, the wench may even give me a contest for a time. His chains forced him to use a two-handed grip, though of course the weight and reach were less than if the blade had been a true two-handed greatsword, but what did it matter? His cousin’s sword was long enough to write an end to this Brienne of Tarth.

High, low, overhand, he rained down steel upon her. Left, right, backslash, swinging so hard that sparks flew when the swords came together, upswing, sideslash, overhand, always attacking, moving into her, step and slide, strike and step, step and strike, hacking, slashing, faster, faster, faster …

… until, breathless, he stepped back and let the point of the sword fall to the ground, giving her a moment of respite. “Not half bad,” he acknowledged. “For a wench.”

She took a slow deep breath, her eyes watching him warily. “I would not hurt you, Kingslayer.”

“As if you could.” He whirled the blade back up above his head and flew at her again, chains rattling.

Jaime could not have said how long he pressed the attack. It might have been minutes or it might have been hours; time slept when swords woke. He drove her away from his cousin’s corpse, drove her across the road, drove her into the trees. She stumbled once on a root she never saw, and for a moment he thought she was done, but she went to one knee instead of falling, and never lost a beat. Her sword leapt up to block a downcut that would have opened her from shoulder to groin, and then she cut at him, again and again, fighting her way back to her feet stroke by stroke.

The dance went on. He pinned her against an oak, cursed as she slipped away, followed her through a shallow brook half-choked with fallen leaves. Steel rang, steel sang, steel screamed and sparked and scraped, and the woman started grunting like a sow at every crash, yet somehow he could not reach her. It was as if she had an iron cage around her that stopped every blow.

“Not bad at all,” he said when he paused for a second to catch his breath, circling to her right.

“For a wench?”

“For a squire, say. A green one.” He laughed a ragged, breathless laugh. “Come on, come on, my sweetling, the music’s still playing. Might I have this dance, my lady?”

Grunting, she came at him, blade whirling, and suddenly it was Jaime struggling to keep steel from skin. One of her slashes raked across his brow, and blood ran down into his right eye. The Others take her, and Riverrun as well! His skills had gone to rust and rot in that bloody dungeon, and the chains were no great help either. His eye closed, his shoulders were going numb from the jarring they’d taken, and his wrists ached from the weight of chains, manacles, and sword. His longsword grew heavier with every blow, and Jaime knew he was not swinging it as quickly as he’d done earlier, nor raising it as high.

She is stronger than I am.

The realization chilled him. Robert had been stronger than him, to be sure. The White Bull Gerold Hightower as well, in his heyday, and Ser Arthur Dayne. Amongst the living, Greatjon Umber was stronger, Strongboar of Crakehall most likely, both Cleganes for a certainty. The Mountain’s strength was like nothing human. It did not matter. With speed and skill, Jaime could beat them all. But this was a woman. A huge cow of a woman, to be sure, but even so … by rights, she should be the one wearing down.

Instead she forced him back into the brook again, shouting, “Yield! Throw down the sword!”

A slick stone turned under Jaime’s foot. As he felt himself falling, he twisted the mischance into a ping lunge. His point scraped past her parry and bit into her upper thigh. A red flower blossomed, and Jaime had an instant to savor the sight of her blood before his knee slammed into a rock. The pain was blinding. Brienne splashed into him and kicked away his sword. “YIELD!”

Jaime drove his shoulder into her legs, bringing her down on top of him. They rolled, kicking and punching until finally she was sitting astride him. He managed to jerk her dagger from its sheath, but before he could plunge it into her belly she caught his wrist and slammed his hands back on a rock so hard he thought she’d wrenched an arm from its socket. Her other hand spread across his face. “Yield!” She shoved his head down, held it under, pulled it up. “Yield!” Jaime spit water into her face. A shove, a splash, and he was under again, kicking uselessly, fighting to breathe. Up again. “Yield, or I’ll drown you!”

“And break your oath?” he snarled. “Like me?”

She let him go, and he went down with a splash.

And the woods rang with coarse laughter.

Brienne lurched to her feet. She was all mud and blood below the waist, her clothing askew, her face red. She looks as if they caught us fucking instead of fighting. Jaime crawled over the rocks to shallow water, wiping the blood from his eye with his chained hands. Armed men lined both sides of the brook. Small wonder, we were making enough noise to wake a dragon. “Well met, friends,” he called to them amiably. “My pardons if I disturbed you. You caught me chastising my wife.”

- Jaime Lannister (A Storm of Swords, George R. R. Martin) 

Who’s In Control?

So this is my first imagine of my own on this blog. Wish me luck. I’m starting out with this because I have seen a trend of fluff and angst in Jerome imagines, and I have wanted a little more of the traditional domineering J and a little more of the traditional Harley-ish character, and less of just a bunch of psycho killers who are all similar.  So here we are.

Summary: reader and Jerome are interrogating someone, but things go wrong and Jerome has to remind her who’s in charge. Then, when they get home, he reminds her again. And again. And again.

Warnings: I guess you could say violence, and some sort of fluff, and depending on how you take it, suggested smut, swearing.

Ten minutes earlier, you had skipped in with your baseball bat. Jerome had snapped up, his bored gaze instantaneously coming to life at the sight of you. Like a ringmaster, he leaped to his feet.
“And now, introducing, the one, the only, the legend, the angel, Y/N!!!” He had held his arms, the signal for you to jump into them. You had leapt into his arms, and he’d spun you around once and then plopped himself down, you in his lap. He’d grinned and laughed, throwing his head back, and you’d done the same. “Ah yes, my queen has arrived. Don’t test her, or you’ll have have to deal with dollface’s king.” he had wagged his finger at the man on his knees. Jerome was sprawled nonchalantly in the leather computer chair that, well, used to belong to the office manager in front of you, a hand stroking your side absent mindedly as you had proceeded to both interrogate him, occasionally threatening this or that. Sometime’s Jerome let you prod him with your bat so he would squeal. How it should be, the King with his Queen. But then….
“You, didn’t your family kick you out because you asked too many questions and didn’t talk enough?” the banker suddenly realized aloud. You snapped, and stiffened. Jerome keenly gazed sideways at you, and it wasn’t until you were up and raining blows down on the banker that he realized what was happening. You were blind with rage, screaming as Jerome wrapped both strong arms around your slim waist and yanked you away forcefully, lifting you off the ground. With some grappling, he ripped the bat from your hand, and it clattered to the floor.
“LET ME GO!!!” you screamed, kicking the air. One arm holding your writhing body against his, he clamped the other hand over your mouth. He firmly wrestled you a few feet away, his ragged breath blowing against your ear.
“Oh, Y/N baby, you shouldn’t have done that.” he growled in your ear. At this, you calmed down, because you knew if you didn’t you’d regret it. He easily dropped you in the leather chair, and you decided to stay put. Instantly, his eyes glinted with evil instead of annoyance, and he turned to the man who was still whimpering on the floor from the bone-shattering whacks you had delivered. The ginger flipped a knife from his pocket and pinned it against the banker’s throat.
“Oh, Joey the banker, if only you had heeded my warning,” he tisked, “time to deal with the king now.”  With that, he suddenly drove the knife into poor Joey’s thigh.
BOYS,” he grinned that famous grin, hollering to the Maniax on the other side of the door, “DINNER TIME!”
He stood, dusted off his hands of imaginary dirt, and turned back to you. In a moment, his eyes were disappointed and condescending again. He stood over you, arms folded, and sighed, raising both eyebrows.
“That was quite the plot twist, wasn’t it, Y/N,” he blinked rapidly at you, and then pointed to his feet, “come here.” You stood slowly, head down. A pale hand wrapped itself gently but firmly around your throat, sending a shiver down your spine.
“Why don’t we take a little… refresher course, here, hm?” his hand tightened ever so slightly, and after a moment of tension, he suddenly snapped your head up with his other hand, forcing you to avert your eyes from his gaze directly. The fingers of the hand under your chin trailed up the side of your face and up your forehead to skim through your hair and finally softly grip your y/h/c locks and tug gently.
“Look at me, Y/N.” he had leaned in, and whispered in your ear, before quickly pulling away to see if you would obey. You did, guilty eyes meeting his.
“Who’s in control?” he asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.
“You are, Jerome.”
Again,” he hissed, eyes flashing.
“You’re in control,” you whimper a little bit, gazing helplessly at him.
“That’s right, I’m in control. Good girl.” he smiled a dangerous, but approving smile. His hand unraveled from your hair and your throat was freed, but he gripped your upper arm, and swiftly walked towards the elevator.

*********

Now back in the penthouse, Jerome swept you off of your feet once in the doorway, spinning once, but you knew you didn’t have a choice in the matter. In the car, you hadn’t said a word. You knew you were in trouble. Now as your joker waltzed into his room, you clung to his arm, despite what might come next.
“I think we’re going to have to chat,” he gently set you down on the edge of his bed, and cupped your chin in one hand. He leaned towards you face inches from yours. You didn’t flinch, but wanted to. He sensed the discomfort, and placed a finger over your lips.
“Shhh-sh-sh, Y/N. You aren’t very good at hiding those thoughts of yours, doll. I’m not going to hurt you. You’ve got to just, trust me a little.” his head twitched to one side as he loomed closer and closer to you, gently pushing you back against the soft mattress. Without taking his eyes off of you, his lips pressed against yours. The kiss tasted like power, like love, like control. Soon, he pulled away, leaving you desperate.
“You’ve been awfully quiet. Why don’t you tell me how it hurt your feelings what he said.” Jerome furrowed his brow, shifting to one side of you and sitting up.
“I-I just,” the one in control shifted you so that your head laid in his lap as you spoke, “I don’t like it when people talk about my family, and-and I don’t want to be known as the girl who got throw-thrown….”
“A-ah-ah, shhh, I know what you mean.” he gazed down at you, a hand tracing around your jawline and up to run through your beautiful locks.
“I’m sorry, f-for losing it, Jerome, I really am.” you stutter a little, and he closes his eyes and lookes to the side, what he does when he’s annoyed.
“You don’t have to apologize, Y/N, I know already that you’re sorry,” he explains arrogantly, cupping your face in both hands before poking your nose, causing your face to scrunch up.
“Ohhhh myyy god, you’re just so cute.” and with that, he couldn’t take it anymore, and hungrily pinned you down, a hand over your throat gently, lips pressing aggressively against yours. This kiss was rough and needy. He pulled away for just a moment, still close to your face.
“You know what’s coming now, right doll?” he whispers, voice husky.
“Uh-huh.”
“That’s a good little girl. And who’s in control?”
“You, daddy.”
“Oh fuck, you’re going to get it for that one, sugar.”

You never forgot who’s in control again.

aries is the sparkle-crack of fireworks over the edge of the horizon, a brown-eyed girl laughing, the first crocus poking through soil damp with snowmelt. the feel-good ache of coming home late when the stars are shining and you’re too happy for your exhaustion to catch up with you.

taurus is the safety of a warm blanket when the wind is howling outside, the way the darkness is comforting because the monsters can’t find you in it. the first sip of hot chocolate, jumping over cracks in the sidewalk, stopping to pick a magnolia blossom for someone you love.

gemini is the winter sun hidden by clouds, always there even in the coldest months with the promise of spring on the horizon. the energy of a puppy greeting a long-lost friend unseen for an hour, all excitement and unconditional love.

cancer is the sweeping tide, in and out like a heartbeat, air soaked in the smell of salt, the splinters of a weathered dock under bare feet. the crack of shells burned white, the way ocean wind tastes like tears and rebirth.

leo is fields of daffodils nodding under a lazy sun, warm wind bearing the scent of lavender over green hills, the way a river laughs as it winds through the forest. all the eloquence of rainbows caught in the garden sprinklers, arms outstretched to catch the cool spray.

virgo is the steady rock of a sailboat under confident feet, the safety of a lifejacket against the cold ocean water, cliff-diving hands-first into the clear lake. the second after takeoff, when everything hovers between flight and free-fall.

libra is wearing someone else’s sweater to breathe in their warmth and pretend they’re there, smile like the sudden flash of sheet lightning on a cloudless night. a joke told under your breath to make your best friend laugh, a heart big enough to capture the sky, a hungry stray that keeps coming back for more of anything as long as it’s at the hands of someone who cares.

scorpio is the wolf who loves like wildfire, the softness of grass amid the brambles of a forest, a sudden burst of color as the world dies under a cold wind. is freedom on horseback under a blistering sun, flying free and forgetting the weight of the world for the heartbeat between leaving the ground and landing.

sagittarius is the crackle of a campfire, sparks flying  into the crisp night air like orange stars falling back into the sky where they belong, the smell of smoke like coming home. is laughter stifled behind a hand, the delicacy of a fallen bird entranced for too long by the shine of cold glass, an amused quirk of a single eyebrow at a friend’s joke.

capricorn is the fall of snow piling against the windowsill, white and glittering in the moonlight, steadily choking off roads and rivers, muting the outlines of everything until the world is soft again. the glitter of a gold chain against soft skin, the bright flash of neon lights in dark eyes.

aquarius is the steady way a river wears at solid rock until a twisting canyon carves through, empty space where there used to be dirt, the white foam of rapids let loose from a faraway mountain, plunging down and down in a quest for the distant sea.

pisces is the first thunderstorm of spring, wildness washing away the soot-stained snow from the side of the road with the last dead leaves of last fall, lightning and thunder cleansing as the rain that stains the asphalt dark again. the uncertainty of riding the first hill of a rollercoaster, gravity struggling to pull you back down to the ground.

—  avolitorial (nbnapowrimo 4/19: zodiac) 
Exo Reacting to being caught in the rain with their S/O.

》 FAQ // Masterlist

A/N: Thank you for requesting this, it was so much fun to do, actually. ç_ç


Xiumin - Xiumin wouldn’t expect the weather to change so drastically in a matter of seconds, but when it does, it’s not like he’d be prepared, but he’d surely have the situation in his hands. He wouldn’t hesitate to take off his jacket and throw it over you so you don’t get wet and would take you by the hand to find somewhere you can hide. Luckily for you, he’d know lots of coffee shops in the area so you’d quickly enter one and there he’d order a cup of coffee to warm you up. He’d be a real sweetheart and would laugh at what just happened, making it into a nice memory.

Luhan - He’d be prepared for every situation, so it is only normal for him to have an umbrella when it starts drizzling. He’d quickly open it and protect you from the rain, making your bodies press against each other. It’d greatly affect him, though, and he’d eventually want to either hug you or kiss you, so at one point he’s probably stop walking in the middle of the street, look you in the eyes and with all seriousness say something that would partly make you laugh and partly wake up the butterflies in your stomach.

“It’s in every drama… I drop the umbrella and we kiss.”

Kris - It is good that you had previously remembered to bring an umbrella when you decided to go out for a nice dinner. It really wasn’t Kris’ style to dress up nicely and go to a fancy restaurant, but he thought it’d be nice to do it once in a while. But when you left the restaurant and started walking back home, it’d suddenly start raining and you’d open up your umbrella to cover both of you. However, after a while he’d notice you are dirtying your brand new shoes so he’d offer to carry you on his back and make use of his height and strength. He’d probably tease you by whining because of your weight, but wouldn’t let you climb down nevertheless. It’d be such an unusual, yet very sweet moment with him.

Suho - No matter how much he loves those overly cliched romantic scenes with the couple kissing in the rain, Suho would forget about those when the downpour breaks out and the two of you are in the middle of a street, completely unprepared for such weather. He’d take off his jacket and let you use it as a cover until you find a shelter. When you enter a small cafe down the street where you can wait for the rain to stop, he’d ask the bartender if he could get a towel and when he gets it he’d proceed to dry your clothes and hair and try to keep you warm so you don’t get sick. Only when he’s assured you’re alright would he be able to make a laugh and giggle at your we-got-caught-in-a-rain jokes.

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Lay - “That was some… heavy…. downpour.” Lay would manage to utter between heavy pants and would look at you, expecting a reply of some sort. But when you don’t reply and only twist your clothes in an attempt to somewhat dry them, he’d simply put his hands on his hips and try to calm himself down after all the running. Then, he’d realise what you’re doing and chuckle at your desperate attempts to do so. He’d reach out to remove a wet strand of hair from your face, smiling gently when he feels your cheeks cold against his hand. Lay would probably notice you becoming shy as you two stand in one place, so to break the awkwardness he’d move his hand to mess your hair a bit, stroking it and laughing at how silly both of you look.

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Baekhyun - As both of you would be already wet by the time Baekhyun realised he had brought an umbrella in his bag, he’d try to make you laugh and forget about what happened. While you stand protected underneath a tree, he’d stand on the unsheltered pavement and open up his umbrella only to use it as an equipment for his act. He’d then start dancing happily and singing to one of the songs from his musical, constantly making you laugh with weird faces and movements he makes. After that, you’d need to take him to your flat and warm him up with lots of blankets because, after all, you can’t have your favourite beagle catching a cold, can you?

Chen - Now, Chen would turn the who situation into a fun time. He wouldn’t initially tell you when he feels raindrops on his skin but would wait for you to notice it yourself and when you do and try to run to a cafe or a shop, he’s stop you by pulling you into a tight hug. He’d make you stand under the rain for a while but let you break it off when you want to. He’d then proceed to splash water from the puddles on you and shake his head so the water from his hair hits you and would just simply make you forget about the weather. You’d probably get scolded by Suho or his manager for being too reckless, but you wouldn’t mind because it’d be worth it.

Chanyeol - When it starts raining and you start running as a natural reflex, Chanyeol would just stop and stand on one place dumbfounded. It’d take some time for him to realise both of you are outside in the middle of a heavy downpour, but when you come back for him, he does and a panicked expression would take over his face. He’d start jumping in one place, not knowing what to do, various inarticulate sounds leaving his mouth. He’d be really cute, but you’d need to take him by the hand and make him run to the nearest shelter with you so you don’t get even more wet than you already are.

D.O - The two of you would be strolling down the park D.O knows isn’t as visited as other parks in Seoul when it starts raining. You’d both be caught off guard with no umbrellas and would instantly start running, him holding your hand, in order to find a shelter. After some time he’d stop, though, making you do so, too. When you question him why he’s not running and try to scold him, he’d turn to you with a faint smile on his face and say something you wouldn’t be able to register as he’d lean in for a gentle kiss the exact same moment. You shouldn’t be surprised as he’s an actor, after all.

Tao - Tao would probably forget that he is with you when it starts raining and run by himself to the nearest cafe he finds. You’d yell and scream in the distance for him to wait for you but he wouldn’t hear you as the only thing on his mind right then would be one of the three: make-up, hair or clothes. When you catch up with him before he gets to the shelter, you’d pull him by the arm and prevent him from entering the cafe and he’d try to be angry at first, but when you burst out laughing at how both of you are soaking wet, he’d forget about being annoyed and laugh along. Tao would secretly wish the two of you had more moments like these.

Kai - Who would have thought there would be rain in the middle of July? But it is raining and both of you are caught unprepared while walking back home. Kai would panic at first as there are no trees nor shelters where you could hide, your only option being running all the way to your block of flats. He’d swiftly grab your hand and sprint down the street like there is no tomorrow, not caring if you mud your (already wet) clothes. When you arrive there, he’d burst out in laughter, still having a hard time to believe you two just got soaked in rain.

Sehun - At first he’d try to scold you for not listening to him when he told you to bring an umbrella with you, but then he’d realise that you’re just standing in the rain arguing, so he’d quickly run to the nearest shelter he finds. He’d be faster than you when running so he’d shout and tell you to run faster, only to annoy you even more. When you’re safe from the rain, he wouldn’t be as grumpy and would actually smile and chuckle at what just happened, teasing you how you’re drenched (despite him being the same) and messing with your wet hair.

“Just look at you, so funny!”

- Admin Lene

Today I lived a dream. When I realized a few months ago that what used to be my desktop background for years is a real life place in China that I can visit, I knew I had to go. So here I am. Zhangye Geological Park. When we set out with a shared taxi (50¥ return trip, to/from our hostel) I could hardly contain my excitement. It was about an hour ride to the gate of the park (40¥ adult/20¥ student) from which a mandatory shuttle (20¥) took us to sites 1, 2, 3, and 4 of the geological park. I couldn’t help but gawk at the views from the shuttlebus itself until, alas, it started to rain… My heart dropped. We arrived at site 1 to find groups of people shivering in the plummeting rain, pushing to get onto any shuttlebus to hide from the torrential downpour. We were soaked, shivering, smiling, but let down. There was no way we could walk on the clay ridges, and the rainbow colours seemed to wash away with the rain. Thankfully, the shuttle busses aren’t signed in english and it’s impossible to tell which bus goes to which gate (north, east, west, and perhaps south?) without knowing the Chinese characters for either direction. We arrived at the north gate and realized that our taxi was in fact at the east one. The rain was so heavy that the shuttle busses wouldn’t go into the park again until it calmed, so we waited until finally the rain stopped altogether and blue sky appeared. The late afternoon sun glowed on the rainbow hills. My heart sighed relief. (I dropped Ryan’s android in utter admiration and cracked the screen.) No photoshop needed, the sunset brought out the natural colours of the hills so beautifully after their afternoon shower. We got lucky.