while he's on one foot

there are few places to be that are more dangerous than between me and fresh pizza
all for love || stiles stilinski

word count: 4174

warnings: none

prompt: collab with @sarcasticallystilinski

author’s note: happy lacrosse week everyone! this is my first part of lacrosse week with hay! we are very proud of this one and we hope you have as much fun reading as we did writing!

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Naruto x alcohol headcanons
  • also known as "get none_kitten's headcanons away from me asap"
  • Naruto: yells a lot, hugs everyone and gives smoochy cheek kisses. even to Kakashi. never let him drink again. probably would light a trashcan on fire. is oblivious to anyone flirting with him, to a point where it's painful to watch.
  • Sakura: Tsunade 2.0, now with upgraded damage.
  • Sai: blushes a lot, suddenly he doesn't fuck up human conversation, but also has a horrible headache and pukes halfway.
  • Sasuke: snark level 527383106
  • Shikamaru: suddenly blurts out ALL the random facts. hey did you know the Eiffel tower was shorter in winter?
  • Ino: flirts with and teases every-fucking-one around the table (or town), but doesn't really follow through.
  • Chouji: cheap-ass drunk food, probably pizza from the shadiest street food place? gimmmeeeee
  • Hinata: wow she speaks a lot. probably about serious literature and poetry. also is really pretty with the blush and shiny eyes she's got going on.
  • Shino: deems the entire thing illogical but gets ass-drunk anyways, starts up conversation with the local flora and fauna (and by this i mean that at one point he was probably hugging a decorative ficus) then leaves without a word to go sleep.
  • Kiba: challenges Naruto in yelling matches, pisses off the balcony, ends up snuggling with Akamaru, hanging half off the beer-stained couch.
  • Neji: super cute, probably would look amazing in a flower crown, is a huge flirt but never notices he's doing it, all the while he keeps swaying from one foot to the other. string of broken hearts left behind? check. does he remember it in the morning? nah, son
  • Tenten: takes interest in the butcher knives in the kitchen, and gives murderous glances to anyone who tries to chat her up. takes care of Neji though, when he can't walk anymore, and pretends not to know Lee.
  • Lee: accidentally drop-kicks someone off the balcony, because THE POWER OF YOUTH CAN'T BE CONTAINED!!!!
  • Gai: rants about the Springtime of Youth for about two and a half beers, then falls asleep on the table because he's getting to old for this, dammit
  • Kakashi: plays bored for half the evening, flirts with everyone the other half (and by flirting i mean he's the sassiest bitch in town and takes home whomever lasts the longest). has a pretty pink blush on the visible half of his face. probably made Sharingan jokes along the evening.
  • Asuma: out smoking the whole time, rolling his eyes as people keep asking him for "just one cigarette, mate". when he - occasionally - shows face inside, he keeps eyeing Kurenai in a definite leer.
  • Kurenai: tries way too hard to ignore Asuma's stares. ends up getting a ride home in Asuma's car. probably tries to convince Kiba at least twice to go home already and sleep it off.
  • Anko: starts telling more and more disturbing jokes and cackles madly.
  • Ibiki: facepalms endlessly because Anko also has a vine-like grip on his arm and clings on. painfully.
  • Yamato: drunken rants. so many of them. 90% of it is probably vegan activism.
  • Kotetsu and Izumo: making out in a corner. from all that's showing, they could pass a) as teenagers in love b) as they're currently having hot hot steamy sex c) they morphed into one being with too many limbs and hair d) all of the above
  • Iruka: blushes. blushes a lovely shade of deep red only lobsters have.
  • Jiraiya: there's a line forming to slam-dunk his face into the toilet. a line of very angry women.
  • ps: there's a private Hokage party upstairs where Hashirama is acting like a child, Tobirama is more done than Ibiki and Kakashi combined, Hiruzen chuckles good-naturedly over a cup of fine sake, and Minato has a drunken flush on his face as he stares starry-eyed into nowhere.
Dance

Originally posted by laurenkmyers

“You’re my one exception.”

Dance 

He loved the way her hair fell gracelessly around her hips, how her curls would bounce up with each step she took. He would always watch her, one of the many perks of being quiet, was to observe the people around him. It was a refresh for him, to not be the center of attention- Both positive attention and negative, But the people he would soon be calling his family. The people who would be helping him.

“No, (Y/N) your suppose to let me lead-” Peter whined, trying to control the man side of the dance, as he held onto a young lady who was having a hard time let the young man lead her into a dance. 

His eyes would scan her legs, short and slender, his cold blues would then engulf her stomach and waist, all the way up to her face. A beautiful sight, he would say. The elfin girl was new to the team, she didn’t even live with them, she specializes with Bruce as a nurse, so control was her first nature. 

“Would you stop-” Peter cried out of frustration, He had offered to teach her how to ball room dance, seeing as Tony had invited her to the gala in two days, if she missed to attend he would fire her.

“I don’t understand why I cant lead?” She broke off their entertained hands and pulled back from the little spidering.  Peter rubbed the bridge of his nose and shook his head.

“Maybe you just shouldn’t dance-”

“I cant Tony is forcing me…” She mumbled, pushing her bouncy locks away from her vision. Her eyes glazed and ready to burst. Getting the job was a miracle, her grades weren’t even that high, so getting fired would mean no return what so ever. Shrugging, peter just walked away, rubbing his neck. 

“How can you pull a bullet out of my waist but not dance?” Natasha asked, entering just as Peter exited the building. Her form handled with grace as she briskly strides in with no effort at all.

“Not everyone took ballet when they were young Natalia.” Bucky grumbled, not liking how his former ex was making fun of the little nurse. The widow took heed of his presence and offered her hand for him to take as she saw him making his way to the two ladies stating at the center of the cleared out living room. 

“Lets show her how to dance,” Natalia boosted, biting her lips as Bucky stood before her his hands placed in fists. 

“I’ll pass,” He breathed, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, all he while maintaining his expression of annoyance, Not wanting tog get any more embarrassed, Natasha just shrugged and pouted, placing a hand on the young lady beside her, “Good luck,” She rubbed her shoulder then walked out without another sound. Once the gym living room was empty, save for the two adults, Bucky smiled weakly, his facial expression giving away how tired he truly was. 

“Come here,” He instructed, wrapping a hand over her waist as he pulled her palms in their respected places. Bringing her body closer to his. 

She was stunned, since Natasha came till this moment, Bucky Barnes was dancing with her, he was teaching her how to ball room dance… How much more better could this get?

“Just loosen up your legs and follow mine,” He instructed, letting her watch his feet to an idea of what she was suppose to do. “Now just repeat, but look at my face.” 

Her eyes locked with his, finding his teaching methods better then Steve, Captain America might be from the 80′s but he was no saint when it came to her jamming her heel into his foot. Or Peter, who couldn’t handle letting her lead into the dance. Bucky was just an escape, he was calm yet commanding, letting his hands rest just in the right places, pulling her into positions she was sure weren’t for starters. 

“Who’s your Dance partner for the Party?” Bucky whispered, still waltzing together. 

“I might have to rent a dancer-”

“I’ll be your partner.” He assured, cutting her sentence before she would get embarrassed of having to admit she has to bring a complete stranger to dance with her. 

“Natasha said you won’t be attending-” The young girl said, as she looked him in the eyes and frowned. Was her friend lying to her?

“I would now,” He clarified, stoping the dance but keeping his hands over her body. She gaze him a confused look, before letting her hands wrap him in a hug. 

“Why?”

You’re my one exception, Doll.”

Smiling she tightened her hands around his black jacket, the fabric of the jacket and his undershirt riding up due to her embrace, and she loved the scene. Because she would never forget the way his body felt flat against hers, Or how his smile didn’t go away from his face as she picked up her head and sent him a grin. 

“Thank you,”

“Anything for you Doll.”

A/N: edit spelling soon.

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halesstiles  asked:

21, please?

“I’m bulletproof … but please don’t shoot me!”

Stiles immediately jumped away from the stove and sprinted towards the living room, knocking his knee against the wall when he miscalculated the window. Rubbing his knee, he hopped in the living room, waving the wooden spoon with his other hand.

“Dad! No! No hurting the boyfri—the Derek!” He squinted, mouth pursing a little.

“Wait, there’s no gun.”

Derek, the traitor, was leaning against the furthest wall while John stood in the middle of the room, still dressed in his work attire, with a fist pressed to his lips. Both wore a look of amusement on their faces.

Stiles scowled, “What’s going on?”

“Well,” John sighed, “it was mostly revenge for the times where you harassed Derek nonstop and took away Melissa’s pie from me. But boyfriend?” He quickly glanced back at Derek, nodding his head in approval. “That’s a new development.”

“Boyfriend? Me and Derek? Dad, that’s insane—I don’t know what you’re referring—boyfriend, really, Dad? I mean that’s quite the conclusion you’ve got there,” Stiles sputtered out, hands flailing in the air causing John to duck when the spoon got too close to his head.

“Stiles, you’re not helping yourself here,” John raised an eyebrow. He raised his hands in a surrender before heading towards the stairs, winking quickly at Stiles. “Looks like you’ve got something to sort out between yourselves.”

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Sleep Deprivation

summary: 

In all of class 1-A’s time together, they have never once heard Midoriya cuss. Not even when he’s at his most distressed had they heard a single utterance of anything close to profanity, so imagine their shock when they found out that all it took was an angry Bakugou and some sleep deprivation.

a/n: wow im tired please take this thank you.

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Midoriya was running on nothing but coffee and two hours of sleep. UA’s final exams will do that to you, and he finds that the rest of his classmates are not in quite the same boat as he is. For the past  two weeks he’s been studying for any possible question his teachers can throw at him, and more often than not he’s woken up to his notes sticking to his face and an awful crick in his neck.

Trudging along to his homeroom class, a can of red bull in his hand, Midoriya sees Bakugou in a similar state as he is. Which is not at all surprising when you take into account the fact that they’re both one of the top students in their class, next to Todoroki, Yaoyorozu, and Iida. Seeing Bakugou in a foul mood is common and not that hard to endure, but a Bakugou tired and in a foul mood is harder to ignore. Currently, Midoriya is giving him a wide berth, just in case Bakugou tries to take out his grumpiness on him.

It seemed like no amount of maneuvering was going to get him away from Bakugou’s ire, if the barely audible, “Hey, Deku, you fucking loser, get over here!” is anything to go by. Midoriya really was in no mood to deal with him right now, so for the sake of his sanity, he continued walking down the halls, pretending not to hear Bakugou’s growling remarks.

Walking into homeroom was probably the worst mistake Midoriya could have made, if only because the rest of the class wasn’t nearly as much of a wreck as he was. Sure, they looked a little worse for wear, but they did seem to be sleeping more than he has. That is, except for Iida. The boy seemed to have permanent bags under his eyes these days.

“Whoah, Midoriya, you’re not looking too good,” Kirishima says, and Midoriya only grunts in acknowledgement.

Shuffling to his seat and sitting down in what could only be described as an undignified slump, he sees Todoroki frowning in concern. “Are you okay?”

Midoriya’s reply was cut short by Bakugou slamming open the door to the class and storming in. He stomped to his seat, and Midoriya could overhear Kaminari say, “Man, Bakugou looks like shit, too.”

“Well, they are some of the top students in the class. You’re obviously not studying enough if you can still smile.” Jirou said back, and this started an argument over who was studying more (neither of them), which got quickly drowned out in favor of Midoriya laying his head down and trying to fall asleep.

“Deku, I was fucking talking to you.”

Midoriya was, impossibly, reaching the end of his rope. He’s really not trying to make Bakugou feel any worse than he already is, but it was so hard when he’s so tired and Bakugou is so annoying.

“Don’t ignore me, fuckmunch.”

Midoriya regretfully lifted his head to look at Bakugou, who was standing right in front of his desk and glaring daggers at him. “Listen, Kaachan, I’m too tired to deal with your shit right now, so I’d appreciate it if you would go away.”

All heads turned to them, and utter silence reigned over the room.

In all of class 1-A’s time together, they have never once heard Midoriya cuss. Not even when he’s at his most distressed had they heard a single utterance of anything close to profanity, so imagine their shock when they found out that all it took was an angry Bakugou and some sleep deprivation.

“Did he just—”

“Oh my god!”

“Did someone record that?!”

“Who are you and what have you done to Midoriya?”

“Please, someone tell me they recorded that!”

Midoriya only groaned and laid his head back down, hoping the gods will be kind to him and kill him right then and there so that maybe he could get some sleep.

(In the corner, no one noticed Todoroki’s red face and his internal screaming, because he really shouldn’t have found that so hot, but really, can anyone blame him?)

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The ever looming exams getting nearer and nearer brought out a side of Midoriya no one thought they’d ever see. The first time they wrote off as a fluke, a one time thing that came and went and was never to be see again. The second time, however, was the start of a trend.

“Hey, Midoriya, do you know where  I put my jacket? The blue one.” Sero walked into the common room to find a zombie like Midoriya sitting on the floor surrounded by piles of paper.

“Fuck no, sorry,” he said, and went back to turning his notes into paper airplanes and shooting them into Kirishima’s snoring face, because he lost the ability to read them hours ago.

“Oh-oh, okay, sorry to disturb you, I guess.” And he backed out of the room slowly, only to bolt upstairs moments later yelling, “You guys will not believe what I just heard!”

And he was right, they didn’t believe him.

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Midoriya knew he must be losing his mind. The lack of sleep was finally getting to him, and he’s hallucinating, because that was the only reason why his heart was beating so fast when he looked at Todoroki laughing.

Well, cackling was more the right word. Todoroki Shouto was cackling. It was something to do with what Midoriya said, but he couldn’t really remember what it was. It doesn’t matter, because the rising sun was streaming in through the windows behind Todoroki and casting a warm glow around his hair, making his left side even more red and the right side a soft pink.

Midoriya knows Todoroki said something, but for the life of him he couldn’t concentrate on what. “ —oriya, hey Midoriya.” Todoroki was waving his hand in front of his face, and Midoriya snapped out of his thoughts. “What were you thinking about?”

“Oh, nothing!” Lies. “I was just wondering what Aizawa was going to make us do for the practical exam.” Lies. He hoped Todoroki doesn’t see his reddening face.

Todoroki gave him a Look that Midoriya doesn’t know how to interpret. “Are you getting enough sleep? Because if you’re not, maybe you should take this time to catch up.”

Oh, man. Midoriya was in some deep shit. Todoroki was too sweet, really, it should be illegal. “A-Alright, yeah, I’ll do that.” he watched as Todoroki smiled and turned around again.

He really is fucked. “Shit.”

“What?”

“Nothing!”

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Over the course of the next week, there was five other occasions where Midoriya cussed, and each time was followed either by another sip of his caffeinated drink, or the indecipherable mutterings about his notes that probably wouldn’t make sense even if they could be heard.

Most of these occurrences have been harmless, just some ruder replies than what a normal, well-rested-and-not-stressed Midoriya would have said. The only person who took the words personally was Bakugou, who seemed to think that annoying him even more was the answer, and so Midoriya took to hiding out in Todoroki’s room in order to get away from him.

Currently, Todoroki was sitting on his bed reading a book, while Midoriya was pacing about quizzing himself on the different ways a hero could get their license revoked. Todoroki would be lying if he said he wasn’t worried.

“Why don’t you take a break for a while,” he said. That at least got Midoriya to stop talking to himself, but in his distracted state, he wasn’t looking where he was going, and ran into the bed frame.

“God dammit!” he said, and started to hop on one foot while clutching his shin in the other.

If Midoriya was paying any attention, he would have heard the choked off sound coming from Todoroki, and would have seen his slight blush when he got off the bed and came over.  “I’m sorry, are you okay?”

Midoriya stopped bouncing around, but he was limping slightly. “Yeah, it just hurt. Don’t worry, it wasn’t your fault.”

Todoroki led Midoriya to his bed and forced him to lay down, saying, “You really should rest, Midoriya, this isn’t healthy.”

He tried to struggle, but it was Todoroki who won in the end, wrestling a blanket over him and silencing any arguments. “But i need to—”

“No.”

“But my notes—”

“No.”

In five minutes, Midoriya fell asleep, and Todoroki continued to read in the comforting sound of his soft snores.

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When final exams ended, the students of UA didn’t know what to do with themselves. Some took to celebrating in the common room with food and drinks. While others, like Todoroki, preferred to relax in their room.

Well, that was what he planned to do, anyway, until he saw Midoriya shuffling along the path back to the dorms, and thought of a better idea. “How’d you do?” he asked.

“Better than I think, probably, but I don’t actually remember any of the material.”    

Midoriya was a complete mess. With tired eyes, wrinkly clothes, and messier hair than normal, it was a wonder the boy was even still standing. “Why don’t you watch a movie with me when we get back, to celebrate doing better than you think,” he offered with a small smile.

Midoriya seemed to perk up at that. “Alright.”

They walked together in companionable silence, and when they reached the dorms, they said goodbye to their classmates and headed up the stairs. Todoroki headed over to his small movie selection and said, “So what are you in the mood to watch? I’m sorry I don’t have such a wide range to choose from.” When he noticed that he got no answer, he looked back to see Midoriya passed out on his bed, face adorably squashed down into the pillows.

He smiled and turned out the lights. Crawling onto the other side of the bed, he pulled the covers over both of them and tucked it under Midoriya’s chin. Todoroki stayed like that, just looking at Midoriya sleep peacefully for the first time in what was probably weeks, until he too fell asleep.

(and no one but Midoriya saw his red face when he woke up tangled around Todoroki, resting his head on the other’s chest. He debated moving, if only to make the position less awkward, but Todoroki was far too comfortable and the blankets were far too warm, so he decided against it.)

10

“Let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He’s a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does He do, I swear for His own amusement, his own private, cosmic gag reel, He sets the rules in opposition. It’s the goof of all time. Look but don’t touch. Touch, but don’t taste. Taste, don’t swallow. Ahaha. And while you’re jumpin’ from one foot to the next, what is he doing? He’s laughin’ His sick, fuckin’ ass off! He’s a tight-ass! He’s a SADIST! He’s an absentee landlord! Worship that? NEVER!”

Fic: A little warlock TLC

Prompt fill for a prompt I got on AO3 about a week ago:

“  If I may I would like to leave a prompt with you. Something like a sick/injured Alec and an attentive/caring Magnus! If you can’t or won’t that’s perfectly fine, just needing a lift me up with our boys. Thanks!!!

So, here you go - 3.5 k words of sick Alec, caring Magnus and tons of fluff. You have been warned, now enjoy reading :)


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Dating a shadowhunter was not something Magnus Bane would recommend. At least that was what he said whenever one of his friends – whether shadowhunter or downworlder – asked him. Endless patrols, risky missions and countless work shifts that either started or ended in the middle of the night. Not something to really look forward to – at least as far as relationships with shadowhunters in general were concerned.

However, dating Alexander Lightwood was most definitely one of the best decisions Magnus had ever made – for so many reasons. But most definitely also for the fact that he was the only one who got to witness what an absolutely adorable grump the Head of the New York Institute could be before his first coffee of the day.

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House of Card Games

BTS Scenario: Controlled Chaos.

Request:  A scenario where the Maknae line volunteered to babysit Jins babies while he goes to a photoshoot and Seokjins twins turns out to be a prankster. While Jin is busy they cant call him so Taehyung decided to call you and asks you how to tame your little twins please? ^u^

Genre: Fluff / Friendship


This was supposed to be easy, to take care of the twins wasn’t going to require even an eyelash batting, they were little angels dressed in pink and white dresses by the time Seokjin opened up the door and invited them in, giggling behind braids and ribbons and of course they were going to help out their hyung. Taehyung had tagged along with Jimin and half dragged Jungkook there, he’d said he was going to help as well but started having second thoughts about it.

This was going to be oh so easy, so why was Taehyung practically sweating cold while trying to get Jimin out of the little seat he was stuck in. Jimin had fallen and the seat’s hold broke resulting in him stuck in the base.

– You’re crushing me! – Jimin complained while Taehyung pressed one foot on the edge to pull him. He looked stupid being all bossy with a princess costume hanging all crumpled from his neck and the little plastic tiara with glitter attached to his head only by Eunji’s willpower.

–Well why the hell you fell exactly there? – Taehyung opened his eyes wide and looked around, none of the twins were near enough to hear him swearing, that was good, but also, that was the bad part of this, they weren’t there and none of them were supposed to lose sight of them, Seokjin was going to chop them in pieces if something happened to the twins.

–This is your fault! I told you to go after Eunji first–

Taehyung groaned if only to not hear Jimin complaining anymore and could finally take Jimin out from the little chair trap while he fell on his bum, at that same time Jungkook screamed.

Jimin opened his eyes wide and ran towards the sound of Jungkook’s voice, Taehyung got on his feet as well, the array of silly necklaces around his neck that were the proof of the craziest tea party he’d ever had to take part in his life were almost choking him and he made a mental note to take them off after he got the twins together and calm again.

–Wait! – Jungkook screamed when they appeared at the kitchen threshold, he wasn’t looking any better than the other two, walking ridiculously around with his black hair adorned with a variety of hair pins and ribbons of all colors, at some point Taehyung and Jimin had thought of taking a photo of him for future blackmailing purposes.

Jungkook was supposed to fetch the juice after the twins forced them to drink half a carton as if it was tea. Jin had told them to take care of his princesses while he finished his photoshoot and the twins were definitely princesses, princesses who believed in the fine and effective art of dictatorship.

–Where’s Soojin?! – Jimin squeaked next to Taehyung and they both observed the trail of foot prints covered in the smashed strawberry pie on the floor.

Jungkook’s eyes were rounder than they’d ever seen them before. –I left her for only one minute I swear, she was here, and then she was not! –

–What! Jungkook she’s three, you weren’t supposed to take your eyes away from her until we caught her sister –

Jungkook suddenly seemed to realize something and Taehyung stopped talking. – Oh my god, oh my fucking god hyungs….–

He had his hands pressing against his hair and Taehyung got scared right then, usually Jungkook was good at keeping his cool.

–What now? – he almost didn’t want to ask, Jimin was busy shoving together all the crushed pie and probably making a bigger disaster out of it.

–The knife….–

–What knife? – Taehyung cringed, doubting Jimin’s voice could ever get higher than that. Jimin stood frozen glaring holes at Jungkook and Taehyung was honestly feeling one step away form a nervous breakdown.

–Are you trying to tell me that Soojin got a knife Jungkook? – Taehyung talked calmer than he felt, and then Jimin started to hyperventilate while looking everywhere around the kitchen, Jungkook was growing pale and the next second Taehyung was running away from the kitchen with the stupid necklaces dangling from his neck. –Soojin! –

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The Morrígan

 
Pronunciation
- More-ih-gone

Titles -  Mórrígan (“great queen”), also known as Morrígu, Morríghan or Mór-ríoghain

Goddess of - fate, especially with foretelling doom and death in battle. Life, death, prophecy, wisdom, protection, fear, sovereignty, rebirth, sorcery

Race -  Tuatha De Danann

Family -
Consorts: Dagda 

Symbols -  Crows, Ravens, cows, wolves, swords, spears

Description - The Morrígan is often described as a trio of individuals, all sisters, called ‘the three Morrígna’. Although membership of the triad varies, the most common combination in modern sources is Badb, Macha and Nemain. However the primary sources indicate a more likely triad of Badb, Macha and Anand  

 Sometimes she appears as one of three sisters, the daughters of Ernmas: Morrígan, Badb and Macha. Sometimes the trinity consists of Badb, Macha and Anand, collectively known as the Morrígna. However, the Morrígan can also appear alone and her name is sometimes used interchangeably with Badb

Badb: A war Goddess associated with battle, destruction, and death and often appeared over battle as a hooded crow, or ran alongside warriors disguised as a grey-red wolf. Badb was connected to rebirth as a watcher of the cauldron of regeneration in the Otherworld. She was also a Witch and a sorceress, and a Prophetess who foresaw the future.

Macha:
The root word “mag” translated means field, plain or pasture. This name connects and gives Macha power over the sacred land and horses, representing wealth, power and symbolizing the elite warriors. She was also connected to fertility by the land and horses, and cursed the male Red Branch warrior to suffer nine days of birth pangs when forced to run a race. As part of the trinity, she rained down fire and blood on her enemies.

Nemain
: Her name translates to panic, frenzy or venomous. Also a deity of battle, death and destruction, she appeared as a carrion crow. Neiman was a prophetess and her battle cries meant death would soon follow. By shrieking furiously, she intimidated, panicked and confused soldiers on the battle field into dying of fright or mistaking their own comrades for enemies. This aspect connects to the role of Banshee.   

Notable Legends -  
In the Ulster Cycle, Táin Bó Regamna (The Cattle Raid of Regamain), which is a body of Irish mythology, Morrigan appears to the hero Cuchulainn (whom she has appeared to in different guises) and he finds her stealing one of his cows, yet he does not recognize her and becomes angry and insults her. Shape-shifting into a crow, he now recognizes her and acknowledges he would not have insulted her had he known, yet she prophesizes his death in battle which came to pass.

Morrigan also appears to Cuchulainn as a young woman (or hag, depending on the version) and offers him her love, and her aid in the battle, but he rejects her offer. In response she intervenes in his next combat, first in the form of an eel who trips him, then as a wolf who stampedes cattle across the ford, and finally as a white, red-eared heifer leading the stampede, just as she had warned in their previous encounter. (White and red animals were very symbolic of the otherworld and the sidhe)

In the Cath Maige Tuireadh, on Samhain Morrigan has an encounter with the Dagda (High King of the Tuatha De Dannan) before the battle against the Fomorians. When he meets her she is washing battle clothes while standing with one foot on either side of the river Unius and they mate. She then promises to summon the magicians of Ireland to cast spells on behalf of the Tuatha De Dannan and to destroy Indech, the Fomorian king.

Her role was to not only be a symbol of imminent death, but to also influence the outcome of war. Most often she did this by appearing as a crow flying overhead and would either inspire fear or courage in the hearts of the warriors. In some cases, she is written to have appeared in visions to those who are destined to die in battle by washing their bloody armor. In this specific role, she is also given the role of foretelling imminent death with a particular emphasis on the individual.[31] There are also a few rare accounts where she would join in the battle itself as a warrior and show her favouritism in a more direct manner.

The Morrigan was such a powerful symbol of life and birth that the Celts believed she could revive their dead soldiers to fight once more. The severed heads on the battlefield were called the “Mast of Macha” (harvest of Macha). The ground was considered sacred after the battle, as the soldiers would leave until the next day so Morrigan could gather the souls undisturbed. As a scavenger bird, she was an omen of war (both as a symbol and with prophecy) feeding on bodies and gathering souls and terrorized armies into dying of fear with her frightful and shrieking cries.

Although speculated, Morrigan may have been the daughter of Delbaeth and Ernmas whom in the earliest copies of the Lebor Gabala Erenn (The Book of Invasions) had three daughters, named Badb, Macha, and Anand. In the Book of Leinster, Anand is also known as Morrigu, while in the Book of Fermoy version, Macha is identified with Morrigan. In addition, Morrigan may had been one of Dagda’s wives and had sons.

Sacred Associations - Carrion eating animals, specifically crows. Fog, shapeshifting, bloodlust and battle, white and red cows, mugwort, yew, willow, rivers. Obsidian, bloodstone, apples, rebirth, swords, sorcery, bones and skulls.

Holiday - Samhain, jan 7th feast of the morrigan.

Brighid, Dagda, Lugh, Morrighan

OKAY BUT BTS DOING COUPLE OBSTACLE COURSE (ft Chen because that’s the only person I actually ship with Hoseok oops)  

The course is in four stages. The first one is a kind of fast slide down into a shallow pool where they have to swim a bit right after and use their body strength to use a rope to climb a small wall without slipping. The second stage is five swings like bars that move back and forth over water, the couples have to cross them all without falling into the water. The third stage is a bar that hovers over more water, one of the partners has to hold onto it tightly while the other spins the pole across the water and if they let the pole go they fail. Finally, the last stage is a gap between the platform they stand on and the finish line, the couple is allowed to cross it however they want but they HAVE to get across without falling in the gap of water.

Seokjin and Namjoon are first. They share a cute quick kiss and high five each other before hitting the buzzer starting their timer. It should be easy, the first stage, and it kind of is at first. Namjoon slides down first and everyone coos when he holds his arms open to catch Seokjin as he slides down next. Seokjin even giggles and together they hold hands as they get to the rope part of the stage.

Sadly, this is where they get eliminated. Seokjin is able to get up to the top of the wall but when it’s Namjoon’s turn he has trouble climbing it. Seokjin holds out his hand and laces their fingers together as he tries to pull Namjoon up but it only results in Namjoon pulling Seokjin onto him when they fall.  


Hoseok and Jongdae are next. The beagle couple is, of course, loud and yelling and hyped as fuck, really no one expects anything different from them.  Hoseok motions for Jongdae to go first as soon as their buzzer begins and it pulls out a really loud “AH WHYYYYYY!” from Jongdae that makes everyone burst into laughter. Even more hilarious is that they both go down the slide together after pushing each other down in a playful fight.  

They get to the wall pretty fast and Hoseok makes sure Jongdae is half way up before pushing his boyfriend higher with his hands on Jongdae’s ass. Everyone loses their shit laughing when Jongdae screams.

“YOU TOLD ME TO GO FIRST JUST TO GROPE ME YOU BASTARD!”

Hoseok thankfully makes it up the wall and they continue onto the swings. Rather than try to cross them together they decide to go one at a time. Hoseok makes it to the third swing before he hears a loud whine. When he turns around to look, Jongdae is on the second swing just standing there with a pout on his face.

“Babe it’s not moving!!!!”

They get eliminated when Hoseok has to try to swing back to help Jongdae and he falls. Though, it’s okay because Jongdae kisses roughly and hugs him tight as thanks for trying to save him.


Jimin and Jungkook are up and everyone gulps. With Jungkook being the golden maknae and Jimin being super flexible everyone kind of expects them to win the course really. Though, no one is really sure what to expect when Jimin jumps up into Jungkook’s arms and clings onto the front of his boyfriend’s shirt like a koala.

Their buzzer starts and Namjoon’s eyes widen.

“THEY’RE GOING DOWN LIKE THAT?”

Jimin has that cute mochi eye smile on his face as he hides his head against Jungkook’s neck and the younger easily slides down while he protectively holds onto Jimin’s body. Even more amazing is when they get to the wall and Jimin changes his place to cling onto Jungkook’s back before the maknae grabs ahold of the rope.

“No way he’ll be able to climb it! They’re both wet and Jimin is heavier than normal!”

There’s a collective gasp when Jungkook pulls himself up and over the wall while Jimin’s hold never weakens.  The swings stage comes up pretty fast as the couple speeds through the course. It’s not really a shock when they jump from bar to bar in time with each other. Jimin almost slips one time when one of the bars moves away too far while he has one foot on it and the other foot on the bar behind him but he easily does a split and pulls it back so he can cross.

Busan couple gets eliminated though when they decide to have Jungkook hold the pole while Jimin turns it rather than the other way around. Jimin does a good job of spinning it half way as Jungkook holds onto it tightly but sadly they get to the part of the course where the pole has to be spun up a small ramp and it slips from Jimin’s hold making Jungkook fall into the water.

Jimin looks so sad to have failed so close to the end Jungkook quickly climbs out of the small pool and lifts his precious mochi up into his arms before kissing him passionately and then covering Jimin’s face in smaller pecks until Jimin is giggling happily.

“You did so good baby! I’m proud of you!”


When it finally gets to Yoongi and Taehyung, everyone is watching with curious eyes. The couple doesn’t really seem like the type to do well in this type of thing but then again everyone knows that they have this connection that makes them work well together and both are extremely competitive. Half of the crowd is split between thinking they’ll do really well while the other thinks they’ll get eliminated the first stage.

Everyone legit fucking grins when they see Taehyung and Yoongi have matching headbands on. Their buzzer starts and they slide down together, side by side, holding hands.  It’s fucking cute as fuck but the wall is next and the crowd holds their breath as they see how the two boys plan on making it over. Taehyung climbs up first and Jungkook gasps as he sees Taehyung let one leg dangle lower as he climbs. Yoongi grabs a hold of it as Taehyung uses the rope to pull them up and once he’s secure he helps Yoongi follow.

“That was smart. Taehyung has little upper arm strength but his legs are strong.” Hoseok point’s out and Jongdae nods, agreeing with his boyfriend.

The swings come next and it seems like they already have a plan to cross them together. Yoongi goes first this time. The elder swings up and holds one bar back with one leg at all times so Taehyung can use it to cross.  For a moment Yoongi almost slips on the last bar but thankfully Taehyung is able to grab his hand and catch him before he can fall in. Yoongi repays him with a small smile and a quick kiss.

“They’ll never be able to cross the bar, it’s heavy,” Jimin says.

Yoongi hugs the bar tightly as he begins to spin with Taehyung turning it across the pool and everyone is wide-eyed when they notice Taehyung’s back is facing the bar, pushing it, rather than using his arms. It really is a struggle but they manage to get across, surprising everyone.

“Together?” Taehyung holds his hand out to Yoongi with a grin and the elder smiles back with a nod as they get to the last platform.

The jump is a big one but Yoongi trust Taehyung to help him and Taehyung trust Yoongi just as much.

“I love you, Doll.”

“I love you, too.”

They both run straight for the gap, jump and someone in the crowd yells.  

They land on the platform and hit the buzzer again ending their time and Taehyung laughs so fucking hard as he pulls Yoongi on top of him to kiss him happily. Yoongi is just speechless that they won he can’t help but chuckle as he kisses his boyfriend back.

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Reader x Tommy Shelby

The Peaky Blinders warn you that this Imagine contains; suggestive themes, swearing and fluffy mcfluffnes

You stood leaning on the frame of the front door as you watched the Shelby brothers walk up the gravel path, consumed by the many pines and branches of the biggest fir tree you had ever seen as they struggled to carry it up towards the house.
With a series of grunts, the Shelbys relinquished their grasp of the tree as it landed with a thud on stone floor of the hallway.

“By Jove me ole fellas! I do believe the beast has be conquered!” John shouted, mocking a posh accent as he hovered one foot over the trunk while swinging an imagery sword!

You giggled as you snuggled into the - now sweaty - side of a rather dishevelled Tommy Shelby.

‘Wow I’m not even sure we’ll have enough decorations to decorate it.“ You smirked, cocking your head to one side.

“Yer better ‘ad, yer wouldn’t believe the trouble we 'ad trying to cut this bastard down!” Arthur grunted as he swept a sweaty mop of hair that fell over his eyes.

“If there isn’t enough we’ll go out and buy more.” Tommy quipped back at his elder brother.

Tommy had ordered that they weren’t to return until they had acquired the grandest tree on his land. He was adamant that the Shelby family and you - his new bride - were going to have the most magnificent Christmas that money could buy at no expense spared.
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The evening loomed heavy on the horizon outside the elegant windows of the Shelby household as you stood precariously on a wooden stepladder whilst trying to decorate the furthest branches of the Christmas tree with the most beautifully golden ballballs. You knew it wouldn’t be long before the boys began to interfere with your decorating as you looked down to see Michael moving a ballball from one branch to another.
“Oiy! Leave my balls alone!” You jokingly yelled slapping his hand away.

“Darlin’ you can play with my balls any day.” John laughed raising a tumbler of whiskey to you.

“Watch your mouth!” Tommy snapped, pointing a finger defensively at him as he walked into the living quarters and over to you.

“Aww it’s ok Tommy, he’s only messing about.” You said whilst looking up lovingly at him.

“He needs to learn some respect!” Tommy answered kissing your head whilst glaring at John.

“Sorry Tommy I did cross the line there.” John admitted, bowing his head apologetically.

“Anyway I do believe I have finished!” You said finally, taking a couple of steps backwards to admire your work of art.

“It’s beautiful! You’ve done an amazing job!” Tommy praised as he pulled you to his side. “I want this Christmas to perfect - the best you’ve ever had.”

“ Oh honey this year it won’t be quite as perfect as next year.” You smiled up knowingly at him.

Tommy’s smile dropped as the room fell silent in shock.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He questioned whilst pulling away, his voice showing the instant hurt and heartbreak that mirrored his face.

“Well next year we’ll have our first Christmas with our baby.” You announced, bringing his hand to your stomach.

Before you knew it, you were lifted into the air by your ecstatic husband as the rest of the Shelby family cheered their congratulations.

This was truly going to be a perfect Christmas.

(Not my photo, credit goes to its respective owner/s)
[ cake | rated; M ]

words: 5.7k (seventeen’s seokmin)

genre: smutty smut, includes thigh riding, some dirty talk and yeh basically u gon find out;)

synopsis: you finally get paired with lee seokmin for your cooking class, the assignment; to bake some cake. it seems simple enough or will you get distracted along the way? 

“Just add nothing more than a pinch of salt.”

A cloud of stream swirled through the air as you continuously lapped your wooden spoon through the mixture before you, an adequate blend of the finest herbs and spices wafting throughout your cooking station. Your partner looked around in utter confusion, his pupils darting across the ingredients sprawled out in front of him on the granite counter. Time was ticking by, and this soup needed to be complete and ready to serve in less than a minute.

“Goddammit, the salt is right there!” You barked snappishly, the tip of your finger angled towards a tablespoon of the grainy white substance.

“Now like I said before, we only need a pin-”

But your partner being the irrational and inexperienced person he was fell into a panic, your jaw hitting the floor as he completely dumped in the tablespoon of salt. You couldn’t even continue stirring the spoon, nothing but disbelief at what you just witnessed coursing through your body. This was one of your most important cooking assignments, your chances at receiving a scholarship for the culinary arts now shattering like glass. You quickly grabbed a hold of yourself and took to stirring the soup bubbling in the pot, the timer extremely close to dinging. A shallow spoonful of the creation you’d worked so hard on slipped past your parted lips and tingled on your tastebuds. It didn’t seem half bad at first, but then an explosion of salt went off like firecrackers in your mouth, an immediate sour expression sprouting across your features.

Your partner squeezed his forehead, the desperate gleam in his eyes growing dull, “Is it that bad?”

Is it that bad.

You simply chuckled at his question, but not the light hearted chuckle like you were buzzing about something your crush had just said, no it was a twisted chuckle, your fingers beginning to twitch.

“Let me think… Yes it is that bad, this is one of our last and most important cooking projects and you go panicking over a tablespoon of salt? Really, it’s the only thing you can taste the second after it touches your pallet, it’s horrible.” However it was too late to even attempt at saving your dish, a tattered sigh heaving from your chest as the teacher waited for her students to present their freshly made meals. She smiled and nodded in satisfaction after each bowl, your heart beating like a drum as it would soon be your turn.

“At least it looks good.” The voice that tickled your ears didn’t come from your partner, it came from the counter beside you, a preppy looking Lee Seokmin standing proud in front his signature soup. You wanted to slap that devilish grin off his beaming face, he was one of the best students in the class and your biggest competition for this scholarship. Everything he made was undoubtedly stunning and it didn’t hurt that the teacher had a soft spot for him.

“Shut it Seokmin, I really don’t need your half-assed compliments right now.” Your voice was low and gruff as you kept your eyes glued to the front, your fingernails pressing indents into your skin while your blood began to boil. It was pretty obvious you were screwed, you didn’t need anyone hinting at it.

“Yikes, relax a little, I’m just joking.” Your eyes flickered towards him in annoyance, though the face you saw wasn’t at all wearing the smirk from earlier. Seokmin’s voice came as a whisper, the words that tumbled from his lips leaving you with a small wisp of hope.

“Trust me, she knows you’re a good cook, you can make pretty much anything. She’ll probably give you a make up project.” You didn’t glance back at Seokmin, though you bit the inside of your cheek and nodded your head. It felt strange to receive an actual compliment from him, and not one that was laced with sarcasm. The strangeness soon melted into happiness. Seokmin could cook, he could bake, and he could create easily create his own unique dishes, so of course you felt better from hearing his words, though you would never admit it.

However your happiness didn’t delay the dreaded moment that soon fell into action, the soup still streaming from its shiny white bowl. Though the appearance was indeed appealing, the taste was a completely different story, your teachers face scrunching up after the first spoonful. The moment was nothing but shameful and embarrassing, her words slashing you like a blade.

“I expect better from you, Y/N. This was… Very disappointing.” Your partner got off scotch free, a careless look printed on his face as you shuffled back behind your counter. There was no point in making excuses, you should have taken care of the salt, that was all there was to it. Class ended on a high note with the teacher cheerfully applauding Seokmin and his partners dish, his wide pearly smile forcing a slight grin across your lips.

He’s really something, you thought, I would almost kill for that talent.

Class was coming to a close, a visible gloomy cloud lingering above your head as you tossed a few things into your bag. Today was a disaster, and now you were experiencing the consequences of it. Everyone had pretty much left except for Seokmin and a few other students, their voices nothing but static to your ears as you padded towards the door, that is until you heard your name being called, your body turning stiff. Shuffling backwards in the direction of your teachers desk, you paused, your eyebrow quirked.

“Yeah?” She glanced up at you, the fluorescent lights casting a glare in her glasses. Your teacher looked between you and Seokmin, the words you were hoping to hear not yet leaving her lips.

“Y/N I know it wasn’t your fault the soup I tasted was overly salty, I’ve been closely monitoring your performance in my class and I’m incredibly aware of your capabilities and what you’ve achieved. This project won’t affect your chances at the scholarship, you don’t deserve that.”

An immediate relief poured over you as your knees momentarily felt weak, a breathy gasp pushing from your chest at knowing you were still in her good books. Seokmin grinned at you, his eyes glowing with a soft warmth you hadn’t seen before.

“Thank you so much, I won’t disappoint you anymore, I promise.” Your teacher folded her hands together and reached into a tiny blue box on her desk, her nimble fingers flipping through an array of cards until she pulled one out. Seokmin didn’t look at all confused, instead he was leaning forwards while tapping his foot, like he was expecting what was coming next.

“One more thing. Seokmin has regularly completed a few of these for me, but I’m interested in how my two best students would fair in a little task together. I have two cakes I want made and delivered to this address by Sunday, and I’m hoping you can assist one another in creating them.”

For some reason you felt the squishy flesh of your cheeks begin to burn, your fingers tangling with the bottom of your sweater as you fumbled on a response. A chance to work with Seokmin would be something you had always secretly wanted coming true, his light chuckle ringing in the air the more you spluttered out your words.

“That would be great, I’m in.” You managed to say, your teacher clapping her hands together to close the deal. She handed you the flimsy white card and wiggled her finger for you to lean closer, her words a serious whisper.

“Think of this as a way to really come back from what happened today, even if you aren’t the most experience at baking, it follows many of the same rules as cooking.”

You pulled away and nodded, “I won’t let you down.”


Your arms were heavy with bags of ingredients you bought from the store, yet as you stumbled down the hall and towards the entrance to the cooking class, you felt nothing but pure excitement, an intense itch to get started. Your teacher was running late to monitor your work with Seokmin, your phone buzzing with her email. It didn’t bother you though, it was less pressure off the beginning of the assignment, a clear pathway paved for the rest to follow.

Seokmin was already setting his ingredients out on a counter near the back, his head popping up when he noticed your entry. A wide grin reached across his lips, one that made your heart lightly flutter as you let your bags collapse on the space next to his. Golden sunlight was splashing in from the windows, his tanned skin coming alive with a tender glow. You wondered why you never noticed his beauty before, the most you saw were his smooth actions in the kitchen and the upbeat attitude that followed. Not only would you be able to learn a lot of valuable tips from Seokmin, but maybe more about the person he was or wanted to be.

“Do you think you’re ready?” The boy asked while grabbing a large bowl, his eyes blinking at you warmly. Though there was excitement bubbling vividly in your veins, you were also feeling some burning nerves seep through as well, the thought of making a mistake and repeating the soup incident bringing a sour taste to your mouth.

“I just want to do well.” You mumbled. Seokmin watched as you spread out your ingredients across the granite countertop, the plastic bags drifting to your feet the more you emptied them. He knew you could cook and he knew you had experience with baking, he was feeling a little nervous himself, but mostly due to the fact he was alone with you. It was hard to concentrate on wiping down his station and fishing out all his measuring supplies when you gathered your hair into a ponytail, the elastic snug between your lips. There was a determined glint in your eyes and Seokmin felt his cheeks surge with a prickling heat at observing you, his chocolate orbs following the curve of your clothing that was tight against your body.

He suddenly remembered his station didn’t have a mixer, the final moments of preparation closing to an end. While you were occupied with nervously brushing over your ingredient list one final time, Seokmin slipped over to your side to look through the cupboards. You had no idea the boy was behind you as you shifted your weight from foot to foot, your eyes lurching to scan the counter when you thought you came across something you’d forgotten to buy. Seokmin turned around with the mixer he was searching for, his eyes suddenly widening when you stepped too far back, your body brushing with his. You snapped out of your consuming thoughts as a hand lightly slid along your waist and tapped your side, issuing that you had the poor boy backed against the cupboards. Seokmin felt the curve of your ass pushing into his centre, his teeth sinking into the plush flesh of his lower lip to try and contain the fire that was quickly spreading under his skin.

An embarrassed gasp slipped from your throat at awkwardly backing into Seokmin, the notebook clutched in your grip almost falling to the floor as his delicate fingers lightly pressed into your waist.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t even see you move behind me.” The words stumbled from the tip of your tongue, an undeniable burning sensation bubbling in your stomach at the feeling of his hand roaming along your body. It definitely wasn’t something you ever thought would happen, your mind tempted to wander to a much darker place.

“Don’t worry about it.” Seokmin said nonchalantly, his head aimed towards the recipe scrawled across a slip of paper. You tried to focus on prepping your own station so you could start, but the moment you caught a glimpse of of the large rips covering Seokmin’s jeans, you were a goner. How could anyone contain themselves from thinking lewd thoughts when that light blue colour fit him so perfectly, the thickness to his thighs causing your eyes to pool with a glossy desire.

Focus Y/N! You have a cake to make!

It took a lot to break away from the hold you were falling into, but now wasn’t the time to be thirsting after the gorgeous guy in your cooking class. Your teacher still wouldn’t be here for at least half an hour and that left plenty of time to whip up the batter and create the chocolate frosting. You got to work, your focus now diverted to making the best cake possible. Every sprinkle of sugar, every pinch of salt, every drizzle of vanilla, all carefully measured and blended together to create the most fluffy yet rich batter you’d ever created. Clouds of flour were splattered across the apron fastened to your body, the powdery substance not being the only thing you’d spilt on yourself. Wiping your forehead with the back of your hand, you placed the glass dish into the oven, the timer now ticking down the minutes until your cake would be ready.

You cast a subtle look at Seokmin’s station. He too was about to place his cake in the oven, his batter being chocolate while yours was vanilla. It was in the order that had been scribbled on the card your teacher gave you the other day, the receiver of the cakes making it very clear they wanted their tastebuds blown away. While leaning against the wall next to the oven, you didn’t even realize you were licking your lips at the sight of Seokmin with his sleeves rolled up, his silky brown hair pushed back by his nimble fingers. He had a lot less flour scattered across his apron than you, and his station was a lot less messy. Clearing the lump in your throat, you buckled down and swiped up all the ingredients splashed over the granite, the heavenly sweet aromas of your cakes mingled together helping make the experience more enjoyable.

“Okay, now for the icing.” You sighed while tossing your notepad onto the centre of the counter. However, Seokmin had different plans as he undid the knot in his apron, the dark blue fabric peeling away from his body to yet again expose the sight of his muscular thighs. You tried not to look as the boy shuffled into one of his plastic bags and pulled out a container of buttercream frosting, his fingers edging around the lid to pop it off. You released a gasp,

“Lee Seokmin, you’re using store bought icing?” A chuckle bubbled from his chest as he tore the silver seal off, his finger dipping into thick, creamy substance.

“It’s not for the clients cake, I’m gonna use this for my brothers birthday. I washed my hands like 4 times.” He mumbled while his tongue peaked out to lick at the frosting. You did want to take a break. The cakes wouldn’t be out of the oven for awhile, and there was plenty of time to prepare the actual coating for them.

“Your brother must always get the short end of the stick then.” You teased, a few strands of hair loosening from your ponytail to tickle the sides of your face. Seokmin smirked as you folded your apron across a stool and came to join him, your back pressing into the edge of the counter while you dipped your finger into the container.

| things start getting spicy from below this point, have fun kids |

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A Dance With The Devil

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Slowly, you pushed the large door that led into a large dark room. You knew this had to be a ballroom considering the size of the room and very faintly you could tell the details around the room, white stone climbing up the corners of the room, like pillars that stood tall. Faintly in the darkness you noticed a beautiful chandelier that hung from the high ceiling above you. With each step into the room, you could feel the cold marble hit your bare feet, your steps slow, dragging slightly.

A bright spotlight shone, causing you to cover your eyes as they adjusted to the bright light. In the center of the room, you saw him, his suit black this time instead of grey, his hair still in place. Everything was in place, neat. His tie still red, tightened right up to the collar of his white shirt that made his hair look more black and his facial features more sharp. He rolled his neck, like he always did, in the seducing way he always did. When he did it, it always brought a heat up your neck and to your cheeks.

You began to walk over to him, your footsteps light and soundless as your bare feet continued to touch the marble flooring. You walked until you also stood in the spotlight, a few feat away from him. You watched his eyes look you up and down, admiring the way you looked in your dress. He smirked when he noticed your feet, he always loved it when you did little things like this and he knew you always did this because you couldn’t walk or dance in high heels. He also enjoyed the long blue dress you wore, blue always suited you.

He took a step forward, as did you, until the two of you were closer.

“(Y/N)” He spoke, his voice deep and raspy as he slowly took one of your hands in his, his fingers intertwining with your own as both kept your hands raised.

“Dark.” You said back, placing a hand on his shoulder as he placed his other hand on your waist gently. You watched him smile, a rare thing that you would see. It would always be a smirk or a grin but this time, he smiled and it was something that showed a different side to Dark, the side of fell in love with.

It was the same dance as always, the waltz. But the pair of you always found a way to spice things up.

You both began with light steps, your feet moving well with Dark’s lead. He always took the lead, no matter what. When you first started to come, you would argue, making him angry for the rest of the night. But now, you found it better to follow his lead. He was an excellent dancer, especially when it came to the waltz, his favourite dance. You kept you balance as he quickly spun you three times in a fast pace as you both continued to move around the ballroom gracefully. You enjoyed these moments, listening to the soft piano music as the both of you danced the night away, no words needed. The way Dark looked at you made you consider that he wasn’t always a monster, almost a human.

The spotlight continued to follow you two as Dark dipped your upper body back, pulling you back up and spinning you fast before placing his hand back on your waist, your hand on his shoulder. He placed one foot forward, while you placed on backwards, repeating this a few more times, you sometimes moving forward and him moving back.

Eventually the piano stopped, the spotlight still on as you both stopped dancing. You began to pull away from Dark, like you did every other night, but this time it didn’t happen. Dark didn’t let your hand go, keeping his fingers intertwined with yours as he sharply pulled you back in, your eyes widened as your nose brushed against his, your face so close to his you could feel his hot breath hit off your cheeks and nose.

“Stay.” He said in a low deep voice as he looked into your eyes.

“I wish I could, but you know I can’t.”

Dark growled under his breath before speaking, “I will find you, one day I will.” He was determined, you could tell by the tone of his voice. You nodded, ready to pull away and go, but you didn’t.

This time, Dark placed a soft kiss on your lips, pulling away as he whispered. “Until next time, my dear.”

You didn’t know what to do, you pulled away from him, your lips tingling as you ran for the large door, sunlight beginning to pour out of the large windows in the ballroom. You easily reached the door, your hand placed on the handle as you turned to see Dark one last time for the night. He smirked, knowing that tomorrow night would be interesting. He was back to his normal self, meaning you knew the night was over.

You opened the door, stepping out in the sunlight.

And that’s when you woke up.

Bad Decisions

Originally posted by wonhontology

Changki Month Day 9 {no prompt used}

Kihyun had never really understood why his life was like this; why his life amounted to a mass of bad decisions and embarrassing moments. Of all the awkward encounters and unfortunate circumstances, this was the worst.

He lay on his back in a state of crisis. What the hell is the protocol for this?

It wasn’t like Kihyun hadn’t had one night stands before. Hell, it wasn’t like he hadn’t had drunken one night stands before. But drunken one night stands with a bandmate? Yeah, this was new.

He wasn’t quite sure how he was going to get out of this situation. It wasn’t like he could turn back for one last time and never see Changkyun ever again. No, Changkyun’s face was going to remain and haunt him for the rest of his life, remind him of the sins he has made and can never take back.

Images flashed back in his head of the previous night; it reminded him of the warmth of his cheeks, the way his head spun, the way he submitted- wait, he, Kihyun, had submitted. Fuck, this wasn’t just awkward, this was embarrassing.

He slowly shifted in a sitting up position on the cold, hard floor and took in the surroundings of their dance practice room. Wow, he thought bitterly the fucking dance practice room, how romantic. He tried not to think about how he would be brought back with Changkyun’s lust filled eyes every time he walked in here, which, unfortunately for him, was pretty much every day of his goddamn life.

He picked up his shirt and his trousers off the floor that had been shamelessly discarded on the floor from the night before. At least he had kept the basic human decency of putting his underwear back on. He struggled for a long moment in attempt to quietly rush back into his clothes, hopping on one foot as he attempted to balance while he put his socks on. You’d have thought someone that danced for a living ought to have a little more elegance.

Fuck the shoes, I don’t need shoes. He thought before making his way over to the door. He opened the door handle and- smack.

He rammed himself straight into the door after it unkindly refused to open for him.

Pain shot through his arm, making him groan as he nursed the spot he’d bumped. “Fuck” he hissed.

He didn’t have time to let any more obscenity fall from his mouth, because Changkyun was shuffling, clearly roused by the amount of noise Kihyun had emitted in attempt to escape like a thief in the night. Kihyun squeezed his eyes tight shut, trying to convince himself Changkyun was merely shuffling in his sleep and that he’d drop straight back off to sleep.

Of course Kihyun’s luck didn’t stretch that far.

“What the actual fuck?”

Kihyun carefully opened his eyes, looking over at Changkyun. He’d stood up in the time Kihyun had closed his eyes, and was staring at the reflection of himself in the mirror with utmost confusion. He, like Kihyun had been, was only in his underwear. He looked around in disarray at his discarded clothing. Then, Kihyun.

“Kihyun hyung.” He stated, swallowing.

“Changkyun.” Kihyun responded stiffly, his eyes looking anywhere but the other man’s.

Changkyun appeared like a deer in headlights, somewhat distressed. Kihyun couldn’t bare to watch it. He pulled at the door again, then again. Then, he mentally slapped himself. The door was locked.

He turned the lock and made his escape finally without another word.

***

A million and one things rushed through his head like a whirlwind of confusion. Changkyun’s lustful, drunken eyes, and now his wide, confused ones. It gave Kihyun a deep, internal pain he couldn’t shake. It had all been a mistake, he should have known getting drunk around the man he could barely keep his hands off sober was a terrible idea.

It wasn’t like Changkyun was particularly unwilling, in fact, he had lead the majority of the night. He couldn’t have not wanted it, right? It couldn’t have simply been a drunken mistake. He was desperate to convince himself.

He shoved open his shared bedroom door and stormed through to the en suit, ignoring Minhyuk’s sudden shock and hopeless call after him. He could deal with everyone else later. For now, a shower is what he needed; he needed an attempt at washing away his sins.

When Kihyun saw Changkyun next, it was at breakfast.

Kihyun wasn’t sure what he was expecting to happen. But he didn’t expect everything to be so normal. Minhyuk and Shownu were having a discussion about the dance practice plans for the day, Wonho nagged at Hyungwon, who was still half asleep. And Changkyun, well Changkyun was joking on the other side with Jooheon.

Kihyun sat in silence, wondering how Changkyun could digest this all so easily.

“Do you know what the worst thing about being famous is?” Jooheon stated, “The women.”

“The women?” Changkyun laughed, “What’s wrong with the women?”

“There isn’t any of them!” Jooheon stated as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “If we go so close as to look at a woman’s door, paparazzi will be all over it. It’s frustrating.” Jooheon sulked.

“Ah, but this life isn’t so bad, right Kihyun?” Changkyun flicked his eyes across the table at Kihyun, his lips turning up in the corners to smirk.

That little brat.

“Speak for yourself.” Kihyun resorted.

“Oh, I am.” He responded, winking, it somehow escaped Jooheon, but it was so close to being caught.

***

Seven bodies moved in motion, each dance gesture timed to perfection. The room sweltered with heat, humidity and sweat. Muscles ached, pants filled the quiet spaces between songs.

Kihyun felt sore, he had been from the moment he woke up, but this exercise wasn’t helping him in the slightest. He bent forwards when Hyunwoo finally granted them a breather. He inhaled, then exhaled, trying to control his breathing until someone approached him, handing him a bottle of water.

“Drink.”

Kihyun didn’t have to look to know who was speaking to him, he didn’t want to look up, but he did; he pushed away the dark twist in his thoughts on the reality that stood before him: Changkyun, sweaty, panting.

“Thanks.” He responded shortly, taking the bottle and letting the cool liquid coat his tongue. It felt good. Today was not one of those days that he had a lot of tolerance. Minhyuk had teased him earlier, stating that he must have got up on the wrong side of the bed. (Changkyun had muttered about how he didn’t even get out of his bed that morning.)

“You know, you’re more obedient than I thought.” Changkyun stated, smirking.

“What?” Kihyun snapped suddenly, his cheeks reddening further than the crimson they already were.

“In the routine,” Changkyun clarified, though it was obvious that he’d meant to imply other meaning. “I didn’t think you’d let Shownu make you do a solo part.”

Kihyun shook his head, trying to brush off his nervousness. “Why wouldn’t I do it?”

Changkyun shrugged, “You always seem so set in your ways. But when it comes to it, actually, you’re rather submissive, aren’t you?”

Changkyun smirked at him again, and Kihyun would have punched him if Wonho didn’t come over.

“Hello! Earth to Changki! We’re starting again.”

“What the hell is Changki?” Kihyun grumbled, noticing how everyone was already getting into position.

“Your names combined.” Wonho stated.

“I think they fit pretty well. A lot of you fits pretty well with me, doesn’t it?” Changkyun laughed.

Kihyun did punch him that time.

***

By the time dinner had just finished, Kihyun had just about had enough.

All day. All goddamn day, Changkyun had teased him.

Kihyun had got it wrong, Changkyun wasn’t regretful of the previous night. No, he’s using it as an excuse to make Kihyun afluster at any given moment.

Somehow, none of the other members have noticed a thing. He’s unsure how all of these comments have gone by unnoticed, or how they completely missed Changkyun attempting to play footsie under the table. And the worst, how the hell they managed not to notice Changkyun’s hand tapped against Kihyun’s ass as he stood to leave.

Kihyun hated how his cheeks reddened from the mere memory.

“Kihyun, why are you in here alone with a face of a slapped ass?” Changkyun’s adventurous smile made Kihyun feel blind as he looked at it. Why did he have to follow him here?

“I’m tired.” He stated shortly.

Changkyun sat on his bed beside him and hummed, “Me too, I guess we didn’t get much sleep last night.”

Kihyun wanted to punch him. He didn’t. He refrained himself from all contact at all costs.

The Wolf Queen (Part 2)

Pairing: Jon Snow x Reader

A/N: You can read Part 1 of this story here and Part 3 hereAnd you can read the rest of my writing here!!!

Warnings: Who cares, if you’re reading this you obviously watch the show which means your mature enough. 

Prompt; Another Stark returns with news that can change everything. A Queen comes North to form an alliance. Y/N and Jon find themselves struggling between the right thing for their people and the wrong thing for their growing family.

Things are very different. Once, a dark and grim castle with no hope, is now filled with noise and warmth as life begins to take over. Tiny paws echo through the halls of Winterfell early in the morning for everyone to hear as pups growl and nip at each other’s tails. The sound of chatter comes from the dining hall as people talk over shared bread and honey. Wolves howl outside like they are singing songs to the moon. And upstairs, in the Lord’s Chamber, a King and a Queen of her own right laugh under piles of furs and silks. 

“So you’re trying to tell me that if Tormund and Brienne were to fight each other, Tormund would win”?  

“Yes, that is exactly what I think”. 

“Jon Snow, you are an absolute idiot”, you laugh again. 

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Lacrosse Girl (Part 2)

Summary: The reader is a girl who wants to play lacrosse at Beacon Hills.  Since there is no girls’ team, the boys’ team is her only option. Coach has a couple of rules but let’s her try out anyway.

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Word Count: just over 1400

 A/N: part 1, part 3


It was Saturday and I was lying awake at five a.m.

I was hanging out with Stiles today.  Alone.

I was suddenly very nervous. We’d set it up three days ago and I wasn’t nervous then.  Now, the butterflies in my stomach are making me want to throw up.

Stiles and I talked a little more than usual these last three days.  We would hang out while waiting on the bench for practice to start. We would talk while we warmed up, which would always end with Stiles practically dying and me laughing.  He’d walk me back to my car before going to shower, since I just go home to shower.

After that first day, Coach said he didn’t care if they knew I was a girl.  He just awkwardly told me to be careful since I was pretty good and the guys would hate that.

I was able to distract myself with homework for a couple hours.  Then I got up and got dressed.

I pulled on leggings, a sports bra and a tank top.  I threw on my tennis shoes and zipped up my jacket before grabbing my bag and heading to the field.  I had taken the time to braid my hair and put on just a little bit of makeup.  I didn’t want him to think I was trying too hard.

I parked and got out.

Stiles was already here. And from the looks of it, he’d been here a while.

“How long have you been here?” I asked when I came up behind him.

He jumped and turned around. He put his hand to his chest and I laughed at his wide-eyed expression.

“Just…just like…an hour.”

“Why?”

“I…uh…”  he trailed off and looked down, scratching the back of his neck.  I realized he did that a lot around me.  “I wanted to get better.”

“Well,” I said with a smile. “I’m here to help.  So let’s get started.”

We started with warm ups. Then I stood in the goal while he fired balls at me.  Then I corrected his stance and we tried again.  Then we tossed a ball back and forth for a while.  Then I fired balls at him and laughed when he struggled to catch them.  He was definitely not fit for goalie.

The entire time we were laughing and singing along, very badly might I add, to the music playing from my phone.

After a couple hours, we both collapsed on the ground.  We laid on our backs, panting and laughing.

“Clear your schedule,” Stiles said, propping himself up and looking down at me.  “I’m gonna need a lot of help.”

I laughed and sat up too. “First of all, you’re fine.  But I am free next week.”

“Next week it is,” he said, scrambling to his feet.  He helped me up and we grabbed our stuff.

He walked me back to my car and I drove off.

The next week was the same. Stiles and I talked and hung out a little more but it was always at school or the lacrosse field.

On Saturday, we practiced for a couple hours.

The week after was basically the same.

Until Thursday.  That’s when it all changed.

The scrimmage started out like normal.  I was playing first line so I was in right away.

It wasn’t a hard game really.  Yes, the other team was made up of giants but I was faster than them.  I was able to weave my way through them and score a few goals.

I didn’t realize anything was off until Liam and Garrett collided with a player from the other team.  The three went down.  Liam couldn’t play anymore.  The guy from the other team had to be carried off the field.  And Garret was smirking.

Why would Garrett be smirking?  He was just run into.

“You okay?” Stiles asked, looking at me.

“I’m fine,” I said, shaking my head.  I pulled off my helmet.

I looked at Garrett a little longer before walking over to the bench.

“Let’s talk,” a voice said when I set my helmet on the bench. I turned and saw it was Garrett.  “Make a sound and I’ll kill you.”

I felt something sharp pressed against my back, between my padding.  My eyes widened and I swallowed.

He started pushing me towards the locker room.  Since Kira and I were the only girls, we had the locker room to ourselves. Kira was still on the field.  So, I’m the only one that would go in here now.

He was going to kill me.

He pushed me in, shut the door and turned to me.  He twirled his lacrosse stick in his hand, except it wasn’t really a lacrosse stick anymore.  It was more like staff with knives on either end.

I slowly backed away. But I slammed into the lockers and had to stop.

“What are you?” he asked simply.  He smirked as he took a step closer.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I gasped.

“Really?” he asked with a laugh.  He raised his eyebrows.  “You’re not a part of Scott’s pack?  I’ve seen you with Stiles, you have to know.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Well then this all must come as a shock.”  He took another step closer.

I moved away from him, down the row of lockers.  I needed to think of a plan to get out of here.

“What could you be? You can’t be a werewolf or a werecoyote since you’d know with every full moon.  Maybe you’re a banshee and you haven’t been bitten like Lydia was.”

What was he talking about?

I stumbled back and hit the wall.  I turned and ran down the next row of lockers, hoping to make it to the door before him.  But he stood in front of me before I could even make it to the end of the row.  I started backing up again.

“Kira’s a kitsune and her mom too.  Maybe you’re one of those.”

He walked closer with a smirk.

“Or maybe you’re something else entirely.  Maybe you’re a whole new kind of freak.”

I was trapped against the lockers again.  And he was too close for me to run.  He put the stick up and blocked my path.

But he left himself vulnerable.

I quickly stomped on his toes with one foot.  I then grabbed his shoulders, while he was still shocked, and slammed my knee into his stomach.  I elbowed him in the face as I pushed past him.

I ran for the door and pulled on it.  He’d locked it though so it took me a few seconds to unlock it and pull it open.

He’d caught up at this point and pushed me forward so I slammed against the wall on the other side of the hallway.  I quickly turned around but he was there with the stick against my throat.  I grabbed it and tried to push back but I wasn’t strong enough.

I gasped and brought my knee up, hitting him right in the groin on the first try.  He fell back a little and I pushed off the wall.  I took a few steps away but he was right there, stabbing his stick into my gut.

We both were silent for a second, just looking down at it.  It was sticking out of the right side of my stomach, right above my hip.

I took a deep breath and looked up at him.  And I screamed.

He’d already stabbed me.  He was going to kill me.  Why not scream and draw attention?  Why didn’t I do that earlier?

He flew down the hall, the stick coming with him.  He hit the ground and rolled a few times.

I just stared at him. What the hell?

His eyes were wide but he quickly got up, grabbed his stick and limped away.

I turned my attention back to my wound.

One problem.

There wasn’t a wound. I lifted up my jersey and then my undershirt.  Both were bloody, even my skin was, but there was no wound.

What the hell was going on?

I turned when I heard a sound.  I quickly dropped my shirt and jersey so they hopefully wouldn’t see the blood.

“Stiles?”

“Y/N?” he gasped.  He was helping the player from the other team towards the door.  “Come with me.  Trust me.”

I nodded and followed.

Might as well see where this leads me.

Drabble: Stuck On You

You seem to be stuck there.”

Alice glared up at Matthew Lawson. She disliked when men stated the obvious, but they seemed incapable of not doing so. She tugged her foot again, but her pump’s heel was truly wedged in the walkway crack.

“It would appear so, Chief Inspector.”

He rocked on his cane. “Just plain old mister now, Doctor.”

“Yes, Mr Lawson.”

“Or Matthew,” he said, staring at a nearby rosebush.

“Yes.” She cleared her throat.

He took that as a hint. “Here—“ He offered his shoulder.

For a few breathtaking moments, they struggled, she clinging to his arm while balancing on her one shod foot, he propped on his cane but tugging her trapped shoe free. Triumphant, they limped in unison to a nearby bench in the hospital garden.

He pulled some mysterious folding tool from his pocket. “I can fix this up. At least get you to a cobbler.” He worked at straightening the bent nails on the heel. “I want to thank you for visiting while I was laid up with this leg,” he mumbled. “Appreciate it.”

“It was no bother. I work at the hospital, after all,” she pointed out.

“Still, it was kind.”

She tipped her head, puzzled.

“Like to repay you. Would you come to mine for dinner sometime?”

“Your what?”

“My squat. I’ll cook.”

“You cook?”

“Of course I do.”

“Dr Blake doesn’t cook.”

“I don’t have a housekeeper.”

“I don’t cook either,” she confessed.

“I won’t ask you to. Perhaps just help with the wash up.” He held out her shoe. “All fixed, Doctor Harvey.”

Fascinated, she turned the repaired pump in her hands and thanked him, but thinking that she would need to call on Jean again, just not for cooking advice this time.

“Please, call me Alice,” she offered.

Letting the Girl’s Breathe

Pairing: Dean x reader, Sam

Word Count: 2254

Warnings: Naughty language, very brief angst, crushing!reader, mainly fluff, brief nudity

Summary: You are in a jam with the police when a hunt goes a little sideways on you, in an attempt to save Dean from being arrested, you expose yourself. 

A/N: So this was for @beckawinchester challenge, my prompts were a church and the quote “You’re under arrest for public indecency!” This is what I came up with. I hope I did it justice. Also a shout out to @avasmommy224 for awesomely beta’ing this fic on short notice. Thank you. 

There was a thunderous clapping of footsteps as the men rushed up the steps after you, you were worried about the way the rickety staircase was trembling that your combined weight was going to have the whole thing crashing down underneath you. Your hand instinctively found the narrow whitewashed railing in a desperate bid to keep you safe, even though a deeper part of you knew that if the worst did happen it wouldn’t do you any good. You tried to focus your attention on something other than what was happening behind you and your eyes went straight to Dean.

Watching the way his shoulder muscles rippled underneath the thin black material of the t-shirt he was wearing and the little spots of sweat that darkened the material at the small of his back. You thought about how he was the strongest man you knew, and not just because he was physically an awesome hunter, it was something about the way he was always able to persevere through the most difficult situations, desperate to save the people he loved, that had you truly in awe of him. Right now though that feeling was slightly dwarfed by the predicament that he had gotten you into, and you were feeling vaguely annoyed.

“What are we going to do?” Dean said as he turned to face you at the top of the staircase.

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