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JILY CHALLENGE | @howlingremus​ vs @queensaphrodite
         lonely hearts club (marina and the diamonds) + muggle librarian!au

for my amazing partner, @queensaphrodite! and for elena (@meraudurs) and nai (@hiddenpolkadots​), for inspiring me to write and create (and for helping me edit this <3)

The library closes far too early, in her opinion. Sure, it closes at eight, and sure, maybe she ought to try just showing up earlier, but in her defense, it isn’t solely her fault. She only gets off work at five, and there are just so many books to read. How are three hours anywhere near enough?

She frequents the place almost every day, knows it like the back of her hand. But there’s something off about it today. Maybe it’s the fact that the historical fiction section switched places with the biography section, but that was last week.

Lily grabs her books and walks up to the counter to ask Peggy whether or not there’s a copy of Everything, Everything available and oh shit that’s what’s different.

There’s a different librarian - a bloke - at the desk, with hair too messy to be legal, glasses too outdated to be unintentionally bought, and a shirt too wrinkled to ever have come in contact with an iron. He’s the kind of fellow who’d be perfect as the main character as one of the books Lily wants to check out - maybe a Peter Pan or a Percy Jackson kind of fellow.

Lily blinks.

Well, fuck.

He looks up from fiddling with the cuffs of his button-down, meets her gaze for a moment, and cocks an eyebrow.

“You’re the first person under forty I’ve seen so far.” His voice almost seems to echo, and it’s much louder than most librarians tend to be.

Lily can’t even tell if he’s being dense or just kind of cocky, but she’ll place her bet on the latter. It’s clear as day in the way he holds himself - self-assured, unashamed, even a bit arrogant but still good-natured.

She crosses her arms. “That’s not true, and you know it. You’re literally right next to the freaking children’s section.”

The bloke laughs, a sound almost out of place in this quiet library. She owes herself twenty dollars.

“Check and mate, I guess. But then again, it’s not like I can really see them.” He taps his glasses with a ridiculously long finger. “They’re getting smaller every day, I swear.”

Lily even smiles at that for a second, before stuffing it back where it came from. This arrogant, loud-mouthed (they’re in a fucking library, has he no sense of volume?), far-too-handsome idiot has no place in this library of hers.

(All the same, she wouldn’t mind reading about someone like him.)

“Yeah, sure” she says, quickly, trying to get to the point. “Listen, do you guys have another copy of Everything, Everything?”

He shrugs. “Hell if I know.”

Lily is done with this bloke. She makes her way around the desk to where he’s sitting, pushes away his chair (“Oi, what d’ya think you’re doing?” but he doesn’t sound particularly annoyed, just curious), opens up the catalog page on the monitor in front of him (the first thing she sees when she opens it up is a March Madness bracket - she now kind-of-sort-of-really wants to punch the guy), and soundlessly types in the words Everything, Everything.

No more copies available, but there’s one currently on hold. And it’s not hers. Damnit.

The guy standing behind her takes a look at her screen, and she can hear him let out a breath. “Oh, shit, that book? Isn’t that the one with like the mysterious guy and the girl who’s supposed to be sick but - “

Lily hastily shoves out her hand, as if to slap it over his rambling mouth. “No spoilers!” she all but yells. And she realizes that she’s being such a hypocrite right now, so she adds, a little bit more quietly, “Please.”

The bloke smirks, like he knows exactly what she’s thinking. “Alright, then.” He peers over at the screen once more, and Lily presses the power button. She gets up, and moves over to the side of the desk that she ought to be on.

“Well,” she says curtly, trying not to smile (for some reason) at this endearing annoying stranger. “Thanks.”

He grins at her. “Don’t mention it.”

Suddenly, something occurs to Lily. “Hold on,” she says slowly. “You’ve read this book?”

For some reason, the bloke turns red. “Er - um, no? I got it for my friend…Marlene? And like I read the summary on the back -”

Lily smirks. “Liar. You’ve totally read it.”

If possible, he turns even redder - it’s quite a funny sight. “I was bored, alright? And it was lying around - I really had bought it for Marlene - and I…may have skimmed it?”

Lily laughs and tucks a strand of red hair behind her ear.  “Why are you acting so defensive? It’s just a book, relax.”

“Well, it’s not as good as the Percy Jackson series.” Besides the point, but Lily can’t deny that it’s true.

“Fair,” she admits.

She notices a watch on his hand (it looks extraordinarily beat-up, made of old leather and a face of cracked glass), and checks the time. Crap, the library closes in a few minutes. “I really should be going,” she says, making sure she has all the books she wants before turning around.

(She’s not sure if she’s imagining it, but the librarian’s face seems to fall slightly.)

Just as Lily’s about to head back, she hears a quiet “Wait.” She turns around.

“What is it?”

“Er.” The librarian looks…pretty sheepish, and he rubs the back of his neck. “What - what does it say on your shirt?”

Lily almost rolls her eyes, and she pulls back the cardigan she’s wearing.

I left my heart in a book,” the guy reads. He looks back up at her.

“Is that, like, for a book club or something?”

Lily stares at him in confusion. “Sorry?”

“The shirt - you must’ve got it from some sort of club.”

“I…got it from Macy’s? So no, not a book club.”

He looks quizzically at her. “You know, you should probably make that shirt a book club, then.”

Lily raises an eyebrow. “For hearts in books?”

“Yeah, something like that. Like, aggressive bibliophiles or something.”

She perches herself on the desk, her legs starting to get tired of standing, and almost ends up knocking over a stapler. “Who’d join?”

“I would.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, and I’d grab some friends, too. Get some drinks, maybe some fries, and master the art of abandoning our poor, forsaken hearts in some dusty old books.”

Lily actually lets out a laugh. “I - don’t think that’s what it means.”

“But wouldn’t that be more dramatic?”

Come to think of it, it would be. Lily tries to envision it, but the only thing that really comes to mind is some sort of cult with an obsession for Bram Stoker and Mary Shelley. And they, of course, take their fries with a small cup of blood.

Anyways. She shrugs, and gets off the desk. “You do have a flair for the dramatics, then. Say, who the hell are you?”

His hands fly up to his hair - for what, to make it even messier? - and ends up almost knocking his glasses off the bridge of his nose.

“Stop giggling, bloody hell. And it’s James.”

Against her better judgement (sod it all, rational thought), she reaches over and pushes up his glasses. His hazel eyes follow her fingers, and he looks a little bit cross-eyed. It’s all a little bit sweet.

“James, is it? Well, I’m Lily, founder of the Hearts in Books Club.” The bloke - James, now - snorts at that, only causing to Lily to giggle even more.

James looks down at his watch . “I think the library closes right about now, you’d best be off.”

Lily swears under her breath, and James raises an eyebrow.

“Now, what was that?” The accent he’s putting on sounds a bit like some old-fashioned English professor, which kind of goes with the button-down, but not with the hair. “You do know you’re near the children’s section, next to so many impressionable young minds - you wouldn’t want to give them the wrong idea -”

“Oh, sod off,” she says, but not before glancing over to see if there’s anyone under the age of ten watching them. She checks to see if she still has all her books, and actually turns to leave.

“See you, Jimmy.” She smirks.

“OI, WATCH IT!”

~

Once she turns the corner, she can’t stop smiling. And even once she gets home and picks up her books and tries to - tries to lose her heart in them, damnit, she can’t stop thinking of James and the Hearts in Books Club and that damn hair.

Fuck, she thinks.

~

Lily returns to the library the next day, of course - she needs to pick up the sequel to Six of Crows, the novel she just finished.

(And she may or may not want to see if James is there.)

(He isn’t. Peggy is back, and though she loves Peggy, she’s a bit disappointed.)

(What is wrong with me, she thinks.)

After finding Crooked Kingdom, finally, she traipses over to the holds section. As far as she remembers, she doesn’t have anything on hold, but it’s always good to check.

There’s a book in her slot.

Furrowing her brows, she reaches up (and, quite embarrassingly, has to get up her tippy-toes; damn her lack of height), and grabs it. It’s hardcover, feels pretty new, and strangely enough, it doesn’t have that clear library binding around it.

The cover reads Everything, Everything. It’s the book she wanted yesterday - the one that the library shouldn’t have an available copy of. Confused, Lily opens the front cover, and the first thing she sees is a little note on a yellow Post-It, scribbled in Sharpie.

Lily,

Can this be the first book of the Hearts in Books Club?

See you Thursdays and Tuesdays.

- James.

There’s a little smiley face doodled next to her name, and Lily feels a strange, swooping feeling that she normally only feels at the end of a really good book.

And oh, fuck, she can’t stop grinning.

(But maybe, when she gets home, it’s something more than the book itself - something having to do with the note on the inside front cover - that prompts her to read it over and over again).

(Maybe. Just maybe).

“Don’t go, Cas,” Dean whispers, a soft plea in the dark, his lips pressed against Cas’s.  “Please.  Just stay.  I just got you back.”  I just learned to love you, he wants to say.  Dean clings to him tighter, pulls his warmth closer.  His fingers stake real estate in Cas’s hips, pinning the angel against him.  He changes his mind, and slips his hand up Cas’s back, letting himself drink in the hills and valleys of Cas’s muscles.  

“I’m sorry, Dean,” Cas whispers, cutting himself off with a kiss.  Dean hates that it’s Crowley who’s pulling Cas away from him.  He hates everything about the situation.  He has to fight the bitterness rising in his throat at the thought of Cas and Crowley working together again.  “I have to.  I have a lead.”  Cas buries his fingers in Dean’s hair, and Dean wants to lose himself that feeling again and again.  The heat of Cas’s skin against him where they lay - chest-to-chest beneath Dean’s covers; the slide of Cas’s lips on his… it’s incendiary, and Dean doesn’t want to douse the flame.  Watching Cas nearly die in front of him; hearing those words that have been on the tip of his tongue for years… all at once it was too much and not enough, and he’s terrified of letting go of it.  “We have to find Kelly before it’s too late.”  Dean exhales slowly, dragging Cas in for another long, lingering kiss.

“I know,” Dean whispers, pulling his hands up to Cas’s face.  “But every time you leave, I’m scared something’s gonna happen.  To you.  To all of it.  I’m scared I’m never gonna see you again.  Especially now, after–”

“I’ll come back to you, Dean,” Cas says, rocking back enough to look at Dean, their eyes meeting in dark.  His voice is soft and reassuring, and it makes Dean’s heart ache.  “I always do.”

Dean sits on the edge of his bed, still in his boxers, and watches Cas dress in silence; watching the soft amber light of the lamp dancing across him as he moves.  Always the adios, he thinks.  He knows, in the grand scheme of things, this is necessary.  What Cas is doing is important.  But for once, he wants to be selfish.  He wants to say fuck it all and disappear.  

“I’ll be back as soon as I can, Dean.”  Cas’s voice pulls him back.  Cas’s hand is on his cheek, and he leans into it, chasing the warmth.  “In the meantime… Keep busy.  Do what you do best.”  Cas smiles, and Dean inhales.  It’s a staggering - and rare - sight.  “Save people.  Hunt things.  The Winchester family business.”  

Dean huffs out a laugh and stands, surging forward to wrap Cas in his arms.  He pushes Cas back against the door and kisses him hard, burying his fingers in his hair.  “Be careful, please,” he whispers desperately.  “I love you, Cas. Please be careful.”  His voice breaks, and he hides his face in Cas’s shoulder.  It kills him, being vulnerable.  But if there’s one person in all of creation with whom he can be, it’s Cas.  

“Always,” Cas murmurs, pressing a kiss to Dean’s temple.  And then he’s gone, and Dean’s chest aches at the loss.  He crawls back under his covers and dreams of Cas until Sam wakes him with a case.  

Lemonade

Written for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash 2k Negan Writing Challenge!

My prompt was “Lemonade”

Negan x wife (reader - Y/N)

Y/N=your name

Ne - reader’s nickname for Negan

This is in Negan’s POV

Warnings- NSFW, very sexy Negan times & language. NSFW aesthetic

Not real happy with the smut in this one, sorry!


1800 words

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Alec was getting used to the routine of coming home to Magnus every night,or just having dinner together whichever could be possible. But most of all tried to be there so they could both sleep together in bed. Even if he was late in which case tried to not disturb his boyfriend’s sleep. Which was rather easy when froze in your tracks wondering how hadn’t ruined it. 

Opening the loft’s door quietly shutting it with his shoe the night had gotten kind of out of control. Well more specifically his siblings all deciding to have family time which had been fun,but Max refused to sleep afterwards. As he seemed to be the only one that could convince his brother to go to bed that had been a few hours. Bit longer making sure his brother was actually asleep and leaving him then was the walk back home after wrapping things up for the night. 

It was now 3 in the morning and very little light was to be had in the loft. No warm greeting meant Magnus was for sure asleep in bed. Tugging his jacket off draping it over a nearby chair unstrapping his holster which dropped onto the fabric muffling what would have been a thud otherwise. Left hand leaning against the wall taking off his boots and socks which he put neatly down out of any paths. 

Eyes looked around to see if could spot one of the cats which still avoided him,and kept to themselves so barely knew what they looked like. Bare feet quietly made their way across the floor towards the bedroom. Sliding the door open seeing Magnus asleep on the side Alec usually slept on. Raising a brow but instead tip toed inside scanning behind him before shutting the door nearly wincing at the slight noise it made. Which sounded like a massive bang to him.

Unbuttoning his shirt watching his boyfriend shift a bit dropping it to the floor tiredly. Maybe he should have plugged his phone in to charge outside the room? Taking it out of his jeans plugging in some headphones before he put the charger in,it masked the sound of it letting off the sound to let him know it was charging. Setting it down along with his stele,wallet,some keys he had. 

Then off came his jeans,or he thought they would be easily removed but tiredness made him nearly collapse onto the bed steadying himself on the wall not even breathing. For what felt hours,but barely was a minute then tossed them away. Moving to the empty side of the bed crawling under the covers and snuggling up to his boyfriend. 

Tiredness finally setting it making him yawn into his boyfriend’s side and even if Magnus wasn’t consciously going to hear it let out a small,”I missed you.” Barely a whisper as his eyes closed vaguely aware of Magnus’ shifting in his sleep curling up with him. 

weary

the door shuts behind simon, and baz looks up from his textbooks, sneer already plastered on his face.

“how was your little session with the mage?” his voice is taunting, mesmerising, almost haunting. like a siren’s song. simon watches the shadows shift over baz’s face and can almost believe baz means him no harm.

“fuck off.” it’s tired.

simon turns his back to baz. he doesn’t see baz frown. this isn’t the simon he’s used to at all.

baz’s voice floats across the room to him. “aw, what’s wrong? does the mage not like widdle simon anymore?”

simon’s shirt makes a soft rustling noise as he gingerly peels it off his body. he instinctively holds his left hand over the giant bruise on his stomach, prays baz doesn’t see it.

“or maybe,” baz continues tauntingly, “the mage finally realises how idiotic this whole thing is and he’s called it off? aleister crowley, i hope so.”

he thinks baz’s voice sounds like music, the sharp noise bouncing off the silence of the night. a breeze blows through the window, and he shivers.

simon pulls off his socks and leaves them on the floor. baz lets out a disgusted sound, but simon really, really doesn’t have the strength to care right now. he climbs into bed, pulling the covers over him.

baz sighs loudly. “i can’t believe i’ve put up with six years as roommates with this prat.”

“baz.” simon’s voice is soft. monotone. nothing like a siren’s song at all. “shut up.”

baz does.

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and then i made a cover to my own unfinished fanfic 87k and still going pls set me free shadow me (feel free to delete this if you reblog)

@aprillikesthings I saw this and couldn’t help myself!!!! I seriously hope tomorrow’s a better day! Until then, have some cute fluff (I hope it’s fluffy enough, at least!). 


Peridot looked at the chalkboard. Though it was late at night, an old lamp Steven gave her for nights like this illuminated the entire barn. Simple sketches, they were, ideas to look over and discuss with Pearl for the future should they need them.

She heard the warp pad come to life and turned. A flicker of worry ran through her, but it did not last long. Amethyst dragged herself and sighed. Pulling back her messy hair, she revealed a bruised face and half lidded eyes. She waved with a weak smile. “Sup, dude?”

Peridot frowned, eyeing Amethyst’s torn clothes and slouched posture. She knew what this meant. It was that kind of day. She placed the chalk onto the board and approached Amethyst, wrapping an arm around her. “What was it this time?” she asked as she guided Amethyst further inside the barn and towards her couch.

“There were four of them,” Amethyst whined. She threw her arms out. “Four too many if you ask me. And they all had these… weird ray guns. One of them had a good arm, too! So lame,” she finished under her breath.  

“Are they still… around?” Peridot sat Amethyst down on the couch, beside an arm of the couch. She walked off for some things nearby. Things kept in the corner that had become commonly used on nights like this.

“Nah, we bubbled them all. But man, they were hard to poof. They put up a fight.” Amethyst leaned back.  

“Don’t worry about them, then. As long as there aren’t any more ships to worry about, right? Though you didn’t happen to grab one of their ray guns, did you?” Peridot couldn’t help but ask.

She returned to the couch, where Amethyst was grinning. “Actually, Garnet snagged one. Probably has it somewhere in the Temple. You can ask for it tomorrow, if you want.”

“I haven’t used anything similar to a ray gun in so long! I most certainly will” Peridot said, wrapping the blanket in her arms around Amethyst and tossing some snacks that she… borrowed from the Temple beside Amethyst. She placed a video in the television in front of them. 

Amethyst’s smile was small and warm as she took a bag of Twizzsticks. “What movie is it this time?” she asked Peridot, who jumped onto the couch and lay there beside her. 

“Something called The Big Talon,” Peridot answered as she threw an arm around Amethyst.

“A true classic. You’ll love it.” Amethyst snuggled closer to Peridot, moving the blanket to share it between them. “Start!” 

The movie was old-movie cheesy, black and white, and the effects made them giggle with laughter. It was the perfect, typical movie for them to watch on nights like this where Amethyst crashed at Peridot’s barn. Amethyst just said it would get better, but Peridot doubted the use of the word “better.” 

“This one looks so old… and the effects pale in comparison to newer films,” Peridot pointed out late into the movie, long after the giant, bird, clearly a badly designed puppet, made its appearance. By now, the giggling morphed into great cackles. 

“Old rummaging through my garbage piles can find the best stuff,” she murmured with a yawn thereafter. 

“We can turn it down if you’re tired.”

“Nah, I’m good.” Her eyes, slowly closing, wandered up to Peridot. “You’re the best, Peri. You know that, right?” 

Peridot blushed. “From what we’ve been facing, war is exhausting,” Peridot admitted quietly. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t have a night to ourselves, right?” 

Amethyst, eyes now shut completely, nodded. Peridot looked down at her. 

“Amethyst?” 

And she started snoring. Peridot quietly gave her props for falling asleep that quick. She also covered her mouth so she wouldn’t laugh. Because of course Amethyst was tired, but… stars, her snoring was incredibly adorable! 

Peridot rested her head atop Amethyst’s, letting rest of the movie play as she, too, eventually drifted off to sleep. 

The Kitten

Idea from @snowelfxx I love writing this. Damien is adorable. I need my own. And a Colonel. I’m sorry


Damien was walking home from School. His apartment was about 3 blocks away from the college so he never minded the walk. It was a particularly bad day though, the snow falling hard, the wind bitting at his skin even through his jacket. He held his arms close around him as his feet crunched through the snow. That’s when he heard a sound. He stopped walking and looked around. Then he heard it again ‘mew’. He started to look around the dead street. “Kittyyyy” he called out, “Heerre kitty”. He heard it mew again and walked towards the sound. After 15 minutes of searching he found the small cat. It was curled up, in the snow, on a soaking wet blanket. He picked it up very carefully. 'Meeeeww’ he smiled and put down his hood, putting the Kitten in his hood. He hurried home, worried the Kitten might get sick. It snuggled close to him as he walked. Meowing and purring all the way. When he got home he put the Kitten on his worn out couch and went to the kitchen to get some milk. The cat spread out on the couch, feeling the warmth soak in. Damien, having never owned a cat, instantly grew worried, he thought that the cat had passed out or something. He brought the saucer of milk to the cat, “K-Kitty?!” The cat looked up at him, purring and Damien let out a sigh of relief.

He hadn’t planned to keep the cat. But nobody else….suitable wanted to take it… Y/n did, but they had a giant dog who Damien was scared would crush the Kitten or eat it… he knew it was irrational but he was scared. So, he took the Kitten as his own, naming it Snowball, despite the fact it was Orange and brown. He took it to the vet and took excellent care of it. He did a very good job at hiding it too. The apartment didn’t allow pets, but Damien owned it for 3 years before moving out. The cat had grown and would often stand on Damien right as he needed to do something. Damien, being the elegant bastard he is would pick up Snowball and put her on his shoulders. He would walk away with her there, careful and calm. Damien’s legs were littered in cat scratches and most of his clothes covered in fur. Damien grew into the Mayor everyone knew and loved.

It was the night of the poker party, Damien scratched Snowball’s chin, “I’ll see you tommorow, sweetie. I love you” he kisses her on the head. And walked out the door. It was five days before he came back. Snowball hissed at him, this wasn’t his owner. This was something evil. Dark sighed, and left open the door, Snowball running into the wild.

andie457  asked:

Can I use one of your comics for a scene in my FanFic I'm writing? I think it's called "Ps: I love you" with svtfoe characters. I wanted your permission to use the comic. I'll give you credit too.

of course! , But if you need a cover I can help you, you can talk to me and I’ll gladly design a cover for you, it’s the least I could do

Originally posted by shadeykris

Chansoo + Childish soo and kissing. 💀

“You’re always kissing him!” The younger man whined indignantly. Eyes usually so large getting even more larger, rounder. His tiny fists balled up in a show of anger. “Why are you always kissing him?! Is he your boyfriend now? Is he going to be your husband Chanyeol?!” He asks, mouth set in a hard line when the blooming color of red spread to his hyung’s cheeks.

“N-no! Whatever are you saying Soo?” Chanyeol peers down at him. Cheeks still a furious shade of scarlet, the tips of his eard as flamed as the column of his long pale neck. “W-we’re not always kissing. Sehun and I, we’re just.. friends. I mean I don’t. Just. Friends. I think? And… Ya! It’s Chanyeol-hyung to you, I’m way older than you are.”

Kyungsoo ignored Chanyeol’s chastisement. Latching on to his earlier words. “Friends.” He repeated, rolling the word into his mouth. It tasted bitter, and a bit lacking. “We’re friends too! Best friends, and you never kissed me like that! Never kissed me at all!” He grumbles.

Chanyeol choked, eyes bugging out and trained on Kyungsoo’s face. “I- W-what?!”

Kyungsoo sighed, exasperation on his brows and temper in his words. “I said, you never kissed me like you did Sehun. And we’re best friends, don’t best friends get more special things than just friends? I want a kiss too, give me one.”

For one long moment, Chanyeol just gaped at him.

“Give me one.” Kyungsoo demanded again. Mildly irritated that Chanyeol will willingly smooch Sehun’s tiny uninteresting lips but hesitate to give him one. There’s a stirring in his chest, something like disappointment of sort. It felt like half heartbreak and half death.

He saw Chanyeol swallow, his hyung’s face going pale and looking completely lost. Looking reluctant to answer or give Kyungsoo what he asked. He huffed, before standing on his tiptoes, his balled up hands unfurling to latch on to Chanyeol’s collar and dragging him down for a brief meeting of their plump lips.

Ara. No wonder Oh Sehun can’t keep away, Kyungsoo thought, Chanyeol’s lips are like a slice of heaven. It’s warmth and softness and sweetness. Everything good and more.

The moment was over sooner than Kyungsoo would like. A brief press of lips and then, Chanyeol’s scrambling away eyes wide as saucers and red faced. His clumsy hyung stumbling on invisible things and falling on the floor flat on his ass. “W-what are you doing!?” His hyung exclaimed, looking up at Kyungsoo as if an extra limb sprouted from his forehead. “I kissed you.” He replied matter of fact, even if he can feel the tell tale warmth in his cheeks and the surging yearning in his belly for more. Always more when it comes to Chanyeol. How curious.

“I know that. I meant why?” Chanyeol sounded lost his fingers pressed to his lips and Kyungsoo’s eyes are drawn to it. Red inviting pair of lips. “What are you playing at Kyungsoo?”

“Nothing, I’m not playing around. I just want to kiss you.”

“You can’t!”

“I already did.” He countered. Grinning down at his hyung. “That felt good. Like really really good. Let’s do it a lot more.” Before him, Chanyeol groaned, face covered by his hands. “Oh. And don’t let Sehun kiss you anymore, it’s my duty as your bestfriend to give you kisses.” Kyungsoo nodded to himself, mind made up. Chanyeol muttered a curse and what seemed to be an ‘Aish! What have I done?’ that Kyungsoo conveniently did not hear.

tried to write the next chapter of 19 years (the duel! finally!), but am on the second day of a hemiplegic migraine with left hand and foot numbness, and also catching a cold, and so everything i wrote was… not up to my usual standards. a.k.a it was all crap. so, i redid the cover for 19 years instead. whaddya think? @thievinghypocrite @vipdraskou @agenderedryan @owlswithfins @sodaine

Avengers Preference: Waking You Up

Inspired by the lovely @im-an-octopus
Kept the reader gender neutral so no one was left out!
Also some are shorter than the others because I don’t know that character all that great.
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Steve:

The star spangled hero blinked a few times, alarm clock going off, and smiled softly at your sleeping form. You looked so cute hugging a pillow to your chest, back pressed against his chest, smiling faintly as you dreamed.

Steve was normally the first to wake up out of the two of you. There was the rare occasions where you woke up before him, which was a nice surprise.

He wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pulling you flushed against him, and buried his face into the crook of your neck. Legs tangled up in each other’s, it was pretty cute.


“Good morning,” He nuzzled his face against your skin. “It’s a new day.”


You rubbed your eyes before running a hand through your hair. Glancing over your shoulder, stifling a laugh at his bed hair, and giving the blue eyed man a sleepy kiss.


Thor:

The Asgardian Prince woke well before the sun was up, much to your displeasure. He got you up every morning without fail, you actually grew to like waking up earlier than needed.


“Good morning and what a glorious morning tis!” Thor’s voice boomed, you sat up slowly and yawned into your arm, and walked over to your side of the bed. “Even in sleep your beauty never falters.”

“Morning sunshine,” You couldn’t help but laugh, his chipper attitude was infectious. “You look well.”

“I made you some delicious pop-tarts to start this fine day.” The Asgardian held a plate of hot pop-tarts out for you. “Once you finish eating we’ll prepare for the day!”

“Thank you,” You took the plate and headed to the kitchen to make some coffee to go with it. “It’s gonna be an eventful day.”


Tony:

The billionaire, former playboy, philanthropist peppered kisses along your jawline. Grinning against your skin when you gasped.

“Tony…it’s too early to be up.” You whined, rolling over, and pretend to pout. “I’m still sleepy.”

“Well I know a way to get you wake,” He playfully nipped at your neck, working his way to your shoulders. “Definitely get the blood pumping.”

“You are such a horn dog,” You rolled your eyes before rolling back over, kissing him roughly, and straddle his waist. “But I’m no better.”

“Jarvis, reschedule my eight o'clock.” Tony called out with his usual smirk, unbuttoning your pajama shirt, and resting his hands on your hips “I’m going to be a little busy this morning.”

“Of course, sir.” Jarvis voice rang out. “Consider it done.”


Clint:

The sharp shooter pulled you close, having your head resting on his chest, draping an arm around you. Smiling as you nuzzled your face into his chest.

He placed a gentle kiss on top of your head, chuckling softly when you looked up at him with a sleepy expression.

“Good morning.” His voice barely above a whisper. “We’ve gotta get up.”

“But it’s our day off,” You puffed up your cheeks before smiling at him. “Alright, but in a little bit…I like being in your arms.”

Clint hummed in agreement, stretching a little bit, and gave him a quick peck. Mornings with Clint are fairly easy going unless an emergency arises.


Natasha:

The assassin played with your hair, she had always been a morning person, until you stir from your sleep.

You looked at the redhead, smiling a sleepy smile, before propping yourself up on your elbows.


“Morning,” You stifle a yawn before kissing her forehead. “You look beautiful as always.”

“Good morning, sunflower.” Natasha gave you a gentle kiss, resting her hand on your cheek, and smiled softly. “It’s time to get ready.”

“Five more minutes,” You pulled her into a hug and nuzzled your face into the crook of her neck. “I wanna cuddle a little longer.”

You didn’t even have to see Natasha’s face to know she rolled her eyes at you but she did hugged back. Humming softly as you ran your fingers through her fiery red hair, occasionally saying words of adoration, as you slowly woke up more.


Pietro:

The speedster groaned at the alarm clock going off, groggily rolling over to drape an arm around your waist, before falling back asleep.

You woke up at the sound of the alarm clock, smiling gently as you shut it off, and nudged the Slovakian a few times.

“Come on, you gotta get up.” You rubbed your eyes childishly before getting out of bed. “We’ve got stuff to do today.”

Pietro just groaned again as he pulled the covers over his head, muttering curses in his native tongue.

“Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to take a shower alone.” You smirked slightly as you stripped out of your pajamas. “All that hot, soapy, water running down my body.”

In the blink of an eye Pietro was standing behind you, in all his naked glory, and wrapped his arms around you.

“Now you’re just playing unfair,” He chuckled as you dragged him towards bathroom and into the shower. “I’m not even awake for two minutes and you tease me.”


Wanda:

The telepathic woman watched you as you slept, debating whether or not she should wake you up. She spent several minutes trying to figure out what would be the best approach.

Wanda finally decided on lightly stroking your hair, smiling gently at the feeling, and watched as you slowly woke up.


“Hi there gorgeous,” You grinned sleepily before kissing her cheek. “I’ll go make breakfast, okay?”

“Hello darling,” She blushed softly at your words and gentle action, you always knew how to make her heart flutter. “I’ll help you.”

“Nope, today I’m spoiling my queen.” You gave her a little smile before getting out of bed. “So just relax and I’ll take care of the rest.”


Wanda gave a little laugh, she knew once you had your mind set on something it was impossible to change it.


Bruce:

The scientist watched your chest rise and fall in a steady pattern, you looked so peaceful, and smiled softly to himself.

Bruce knew he should wake you up but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. It was a rare thing to see you so at ease, being apart of the Avengers was a stressful job, and he wanted you to enjoy it. Besides it was your day off, he figured you deserved to sleep in.

You stir from your sleep after feeling someone was staring at you, opening your eyes slowly before looking at the brilliant scientist and smiling widely.


“Did I wake you?” Bruce asked with concern written across his face. “I didn’t mean to.”

“No, you didn’t.” You yawned before cuddling up him, face nuzzled into his shoulder. “How late did I sleep in?”

“About an hour or so.” He ran his fingers through your hair. “You should rest a little longer.”

“Fine but only if you rest with me.” You pulled the covers up. “Need my huggy bear.”

“Alright,” He gave an affectionate scoff and wrapped his arms around you. “Sweet dreams.”


You mumbled a reply as you drifted off to sleep again, listening to his heartbeat.

Levihan Week – Day 5 – Blue

  In the middle of the afternoon, Levi is walking in the park calmly seeing the view of the nature. A beautiful blue sky is shining as his gray eyes reflect the same color. Kids are running and laughing all the way as birds of different colors fly and couples sit together talking about their daily lives. 

  Just as Levi thought he would have a quiet walk alone, he hears the distinguishable “YAHOOOO” coming at his direction.

  “Leviiiiii look what I found!!!” 

  He turns around and sees his best friend running at his way carrying something between her hands and he notices that she is all dirty with what he assumes is blue ink.

  Hange is always like that. Exploring the world around her with all the curiosity and eccentricity that she emanates everywhere she goes. Although her messiness, he really admires her intelligence and seeing her huge grin and sparkle eyes behind those big glasses makes he think that she is kind of cute. But of course he doesn’t say any of that.

  “You are filth”

  “Aw don’t be such a grumpy, I came here to show you this beautiful little thing”

  Levi looked at her hands and was surprised to see a big blue butterfly in her palm. 

  “I found it as I was walking home from school today and decided to observe and make some drawings of this little guy, but I made the ink drop all over my room and over myself haha”  

  “And why the hell didn’t you clean yourself before coming here and running like an idiot with this blue thing in your hand, shitty glasses?”

  They know each other since they were very young, so she is never taken back by his cold personality. She knows that even if his words come harsh he doesn’t mean any of it and she can see behind his stoic shell how caring he is. 

  For this reason she smiles at him with her big blue grin and they keep staring at each other for a long time. 

  “You are unbelievable”  

  Her grin becomes even bigger and he can’t help it but smile a little at how she never feels intimidated by him like most people do.

  They sit in a grass full of blue flowers.

  As people walk near them, most of them wonder if they are a couple. Honestly, they pass all the time together and talk in such an intimacy with each other that most people think they are a couple. 

  But maybe they really are. The feelings that come when they are passing time with each other are beyond just friendship. It’s a strange yet special feeling that makes them always search for one another. But still, they aren’t aware of what those feelings mean. 

  They are thirteen and dumb.

  As he looks at her carefully observing her new specie and still all covered in blue ink, he thinks that even if they are surrounded by all this stunning blue view, the sky, the flowers, the butterfly, he cannot deny that her messy blue is truly the most beautiful he has ever seen.

FrUk Halloween Week 2015

Day 6: Deal with the devil

Don’t be afraid, my love… we’ll be together even in the depths of hell…

Because it’s been months since I’ve been dying to draw them with the sweet devil appearance >w< for J aka @vamp-england who is writing an amazing story about them and gave me inspiration for this little piece <3

Truth

Pairing: Solangelo

Summary: angst and fluff and kissing oh my

Word Count: 644

Warnings: this is a wreck


Will’s sighs mingle with the wind, two voices tangling together to steal away my breath.

His hands are in my hair and his face is hovering just out of reach.

In this darkness, his eyes are the brightest things in the room. Moonlight stretches through the window and falls onto his features, turning them into a wheeling kaleidoscope of blues. His cheekbones are sharp and his lips are soft and parted and full.

And my hands are reaching up to tangle themselves in the softness of his shirt. Air rushing out of my lungs, mouth dropping open like I’ve been punched in the gut.

He’s so close. Our noses are brushing and I don’t know where his breath starts and mine begins, I can count the individual eyelashes that frame his irises.

I push my nose into his cheek, let my eyes fall closed and my mind swirl in constellations of blue eyes and golden skin and calloused hands.

Closer. Closer. Please. Just closer.

He hits like a storm. His lips are the softest tapping of rainfall, but it’s electric. Lightning and thunder and I know that if I don’t seek shelter soon it might be fatal. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care.

I just press my hands against the small of his back and pull him near to me. Chest to chest. Two heartbeats.

“Don’t kiss me like this if you don’t mean it,” he gasps. It’s almost pained, his mouth dusting mine as he grates the words out of the darkest cavity in his chest.

I press open-mouth kisses under his jaw, whimper and press my teeth there. His breathing hiccups, his face tilted toward the ceiling, hands still in my hair and pleading.

“Nico,” It comes out so raw and desperate that I hardly recognize the tremble of his fingers, the earthquake down my spine, “don’t. Oh, please. Oh–”

“Ssshhh.” I draw my lips up to his temple, sear paths into cheeks, across his freckles, the sheer and dangerous slope of his jaw. I whisper to him, soft assurances and promises of, “I won’t leave. I can’t go anywhere. I’m here, I’m here, I’m here. Will.”

“Just stay. Be here. Always. Let me wake up with you every day, let me take care of you. I just want–” It’s just his breathes for several moments and his fingers under my shirt, finding the dips of my hips and my spine, slipping across my ribs, “This. Let me have you.”

“Yes. Will, don’t let go.”  I’m finding trails down his neck, leaving marks there. His collarbones are so fragile, like the brittle branches of a dying tree. I kiss them delicately, carefully, I take time to breathe and listen the sounds of him coming undone.

When our mouths come together again, it’s soft and slow. His lips caress mine with infinite care. Again and again and again. “Promise me you won’t go, Nico. Promise me that you’re mine.”

I pull his lip between my teeth, treat it like a treasure. His skin is hot enough to scald. “I’m yours. I’ve always been yours, I’m not going anywhere.”

The noise that’s jerked from him is choked and strangled. He drags me into him, buries his face in my hair. Hands spread over my shoulder blades, slipping to hug me closer, hold me tighter. Rock us back and forth, his breath uncertain and real.

I pull away and the noise he makes tears through my heart like a knife. I make soothing noises and guide him toward the bed, pull the covers over both of us and let him run his fingertips across my thighs and my lips. He kisses my wrists, my fingertips, underneath my eyes.

I choke apologies. I won’t ever leave again, he’s all that I need.

I’m so, so sorry.

It’s alright, it’s alright. Just hold me.

Psssst

Is anyone taking art requests? ;; v ;; bc I’m writing a Werewolf! 2P! America fanfic and I’d love a proper cover image for it ❤️❤️ much appreciated and thanks for your time-

// the 2P fandom needs more mythical creature AUs tbh Q w Q

Iwaoi Headcanon

Oikawa shops at Lush, like a lot, and he loves those galaxy bath bombs with the glitter and everything. Iwazumi hates it because Oikawa will be covered in glitter and it will be all over Iwa-chan, all over Iwa-chan’s bed, his clothes, in his hair. And then Oikawa will go to school covered in glitter and smelling feminine and Oikawa’s creepy fan club will get all paranoid that Oikawa was with a girl, when he’s really just a big dork. This makes Iwa-chan even angrier because all these girls will be following Oikawa around even more now and Iwa-chan has enough dealing with just Oikawa and he has thirty screaming girls to deal with as well. Poor Iwa-chan just wants to practice, or study, or walk home in peace but he can’t because Oikawa just loves those galaxy bath bombs. So eventually  Iwa-chan just smacks Oikawa in the back of the head and all this glitter poofs out of Oikawa’s hair and rains down all over both of them. And now Oikawa’s dying laughing because angry Iwa-chan is covered in all this glitter cursing him out. Oh my god these two slay me. 

Airport Kisses (oneshot)

TITLE: Airport Kisses
CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: oneshot
AUTHOR: nakedchrisevans
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Actor Tom
GENRE: fluff
FIC SUMMARY: OC greets Tom at the airport after being separated for 3 months
RATING: T
AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: Based off my dreams I had of Tom last night. One of the most real dreams I had.

5 hours.

5 hours of waiting was kid’s play compared to the 3 months that I have missed him.

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