and it's nice to know that you spent that time the best way you could alright darlings

the-word-weaver-of-the-faeries  asked:

“let’s keep this between the two of us.” Azriel and Feyre?

“Let’s keep this between the two of us, okay?” Feyre mutters to Az as he slips, unobtrusively into her bedchamber and she jumps to her feet, hurrying to meet him. 

The shadowsinger just nods, ever dutiful to his High Lady’s every wish. 

“No-one saw you come up here, did they?” she can’t help herself asking anxiously, glancing over his shoulder as though expecting Rhys to burst through the door at any moment and catch them together. 

Azriel just gives her a flat look that implies he’s insulted she would even ask such a thing of him. Perks of being a super spy, she supposes. 

“Alright, I’m ready,” she says, holding out a hand in invitation. Azriel grips it tightly and they winnow into shadow and darkness. They emerge moments later onto the pleasantly warm Velaris streets, pleasantly bustling but not overly crowded, something neither of them would have appreciated. 

They set off together, Azriel quietly leading the way while Feyre follows, smiling and nodding at some of the people they pass who wave greetings to her. “Thanks so much for this, Az,” she puffs out, checking her bag to ensure she brought her purse with her. She doesn’t usually, typically relying on the convenient credit she has in most stores, but she doesn’t want Rhys to have any inclination of her purchase today. “You’re a lifesaver.” 

“It’s no trouble,” he says, leading them down into a quiet, shaded street and walking to the very end, a small store tucked into the corner. “I live to serve at the  High Lady’s pleasure.” She squints up at him, one eyebrow raised, and he smirks. “And entertaining as his last birthday was, I understand it’s not an experience you want to repeat.” 

“No,” Feyre groans, burying her face in a hand at the shame of it. She has many talents and she loves her mate dearly, as Azriel knows,  but gift buying has never been her strong-suit. And the bastard has a habit of finding exactly what she wants every single year without fail. Just once she wants to get him something absolutely perfect. Fortunately, she has a secret weapon in the form of Azriel. 

“Really though,” she grumbles, pushing into the shop after him, “Who’s allergic to strawberries?”  

“Rhys,” Azriel hums simply in that way that implies he knows everything in the world and that nothing could ever surprise him. 

Well, he had been surprised last year when Rhys had taken a large bite from one of the chocolates she had delightedly given him and then promptly started choking. The shadowsinger hadn’t been expecting that. Unfortunately neither had she. 

“And Keir,” he adds as an apparently innocent afterthought. 

Feyre blinks, startled, looking round at him. She supposes it’s not too odd, Keir and Rhys are related, even distantly. Still, “I suspect that comes from the list you have tucked away somewhere that details every known method of killing that bastard; not a concern for the steward’s meal choices?” She muses lightly. That tugs a small, dark smirk out of Az. 

Azriel leads her to the back of the shop then stops in front of one of the small, dusty glass-fronted cabinets to let her see what he’s picked out for her. She opens her mouth to point out that the display is stuffed full of items, she isn’t sure which one he means, but she stops when she sees it, her face lighting up in a smile. Hugging a rather startled Az she whispers, “It’s perfect.” And is relieved when he accepts the hug, smiling, patting her rather awkwardly on the shoulder to convey his acceptance of her gratitude. 

Once Feyre has made her purchase and had it carefully wrapped up by the owner, who seems friendly with Azriel, well, as friendly as anyone can be with him, the two wander back out onto the streets of Velaris. Feyre insists on dragging him into a nearby shop and pressing a large amount of fine differently coloured balls of wool into Az’s protesting hands and then further insists on taking him for a quiet cup of tea. 

She rarely spends time alone with the shadowsinger, he always seems to be out somewhere on some secret mission sometimes she doubts even Rhys knows about. That or closeted up in his room with Mor, enjoying the time he has with her. Usually she only has conversations with him like this when they all go to Rita’s and neither of them feel much like dancing for an hour or so. 

It’s nice, though. Azriel has a quiet, oddly calming presence, even with the shadows darting around him, whispering, always whispering. There’s a comfort to being around him, a sense of safety, and an odd feeling that she could tell him anything and he would simply nod and understand. As a result, Az is the one she’s gone to more times than she can count when she’s had a difficult decision about the court to make that she doesn’t want to put on her mate. He inevitably listens to all she has to say and offers a few quiet insights that help her make up her mind. She values his opinion, and his friendship, more highly than she thinks he’ll ever know. 

Not longer after they’ve sat down in a comfortable booth by the window, they’re both brought two teas and slices of cake that she hadn’t ordered, but that she suspects Azriel did, given that they’re both topped with liberal amounts of strawberries and that their arrival prompts a rare, mischievous smile to blossom across his lips. 

Feyre nibbles at her cake then decides now is as good a time as any to bring up what she wants to, as well as have her revenge for this little dig about the strawberries. Looking slyly at Az over the rim of her cup she says innocently, “I’m sorry to take you away from Mor, I know you just got back, you must have been wanting to spend some time with her.” 

Azriel just blinks at her, saying nothing, as he drops a lump of sugar into his tea. Then another. Then another. She’s discovered, from these little retreats they make to this place from time to time when they both need a little peace and quiet, that he takes an inordinate amount of sugar in his tea. He had confessed to her once, with a small smile, that it was his one and only weakness. 

Finally, carefully, too carefully, Azriel says, “I’ll have plenty of time to brief Mor, later.” Yes, brief her, amongst other things. 

“Mm,” Feyre muses, taking a small sip of tea, “Wouldn’t you rather have spent the morning with her than me?” 

Azriel blinks, apparently genuinely bemused by this comment, “You’re my friend, Feyre,” he says quietly, sincerely, “I like spending time with both of you.” Damn. She really should leave the subtlety and intrigue up to Az as well as the gift choosing. And he’s too earnest and good-natured, there’s no fun in teasing him at all. 

“Azriel,” she says quietly, a soft smile tugging at her lips, “I know.” He blinks owlishly up at her again, clearly implying you know what? And she just scowls at him because if she doesn’t get to tease him then she’s not playing games with him either. 

A deep flush of colour burns into Az’s cheeks as he stares at her, “How?” he rasps eventually and she smirks smugly at him. 

“You’re not the only one who can know other people’s secrets, Az,” she says with a grin, taking another pointed bite of the strawberry cake, which really isn’t half bad. She might have to bring Rhys here at some point, then she might have half a chance of finishing a dessert on her own without the High Lord’s spoon magically making its way over to her plate while he twitters about ‘mating bond equality’ and ‘what’s yours is mine, Feyre darling’. 

Azriel’s face darkens at that and a low, protective growl rumbles in his chest, “Who told you?” he demands, hands curling into fists. 

She starts in surprise at the sudden black venom in his voice and opens her mouth to say something when Azriel freezes, apparently realising how he’d reacted. The blush on his cheeks darkens and his wings twitch, clearly uncomfortable. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs quietly, and she has her suspicions that he and Mor haven’t been together for long confirmed, based on his response. 

“It’s alright, I understand,” she says quietly, and she does. That need to protect, to keep her safe must be heightened for the two of them after the amount of time they spent apart. She smiles, “And no-one told me, Az,” she huffs, a faint hint of playful scolding in her tone, “I can find some things out without the help of you and your spies, you know, I’m not blind.” 

“Says the woman who didn’t notice for nearly fifty years that her mate is allergic to strawberries,” Az mumbles into his tea, but she notes the playful spark in his eyes and resists the urge to kick him under the table with difficulty.

Instead she reaches over and takes his hand, “I’m happy for you, Azriel. For both of you. You deserve this,” she gives his hand a soft squeeze and finally manages to coax a faint smile from him.  “But why-” 

“Didn’t we tell anyone?” Azriel supplies for her. She supposes he has to find some way to claw back his composure, the best way he knows how, making sure he knows everything she does. Mostly. She nods. He shifts uncomfortably, wings rustling in agitation at his back as he shrugs. “We would have, when we were ready,” he says quietly. “We’re just…Not.” She’s never seen him so discomposed before, he’s usually the picture of articulate eloquence. But Mor…She does this to him. “Not yet, Feyre, please-” 

She gives his hand another quick squeeze, smiling, “I won’t breathe a word of it to anyone, Az, I promise.” He smiles, nodding his head, and thanks her. 

They finish their tea and cake and then Feyre winnows him to Mor’s townhouse before returning herself to the House of Wind to finish up her preparations for Rhys’ birthday. 

The next day, her mate is delighted by the delicate ornament of crystal Illyrian wings she gives him, after having spent all of the day before painting them, accenting the details until they’re a near perfect replica of her mate’s own. 

Feyre notes the way Azriel’s scarred, gentle hand slides around Mor’s waist, squeezing, drawing her in close, just for a moment while no-one else is watching….But misses the way Rhys raises his glass of wine in Azriel’s direction while she’s chatting to Mor, thanking his brother for picking out the gift. Az nods and smiles. The two of them are content to keep this particular secret between themselves for the rest of their long eternities. 

meet the parents | jason blossom (riverdale)

Originally posted by knightlley

a/n: work by the lovely @netflixanddonuts

what is love?

for some it is a magical feeling one experiences when seeing someone they love to the point that they say they feel butterflies in their stomach.

love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own. for me that person was jason blossom. it was love at first sight.

i opened my eyes and met his, it was magical. jason and I have been in a relationship for two months. every single second that I spent with him was heaven. 

today was the day i was about to meet my boyfriends parents. I was a just an ordinary, middle class teenager and therefore, beyond terrified of his parents’ reaction.

a million questions were zooming through my head. i put on a lacy red dress, the one jason gave me as a present. suddenly i heard a noise coming from my backyard.

It was Jason's car. I hastily grabbed my purse and left my bedroom. He gasped as soon as he saw my outfit.

“Y/N? You look amazing!” i blush a little, unexpectedly my smile had disappeared.

“babe? What's wrong?” his hands were not placed on my waist. 

“what… what if your parents don’t like me?” I stuttered.

“i don't care what my parents think about you. I will always love you, Y/N and nothing, I mean nothing, will ever change that.”

“What about your sister?” I said quickly he let out a deep sigh.


“She hates me, Jason!”

It was true, Cheryl honestly hated me. It was a classic. She was a popular girl, I was no one. And popular girls are mean, thats what makes them popular after all.

“You know what?! Let's just go. We don't want to be late.”

i slowly entered the massive, extravagant house of the blossom family. to be perfectly honest I didn’t expect anything less.

It was beautiful, but haunting at the same time. Suddenly, a tall, red haired woman approached me, smiling. She was wearing a long, black dress which made her look very slim. She was beautiful. She was Penelope Blossom, Jason’s mother.

“Jason? You made it?” She said and tightly hugged the boy.

“Mother, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.” He said while putting his hands on my waist. Her eyes were now all over me. I could sense the disappointment.

“Well, its nice to meet you, Y/N. Jason told me a lot about you.“  I returned the smile.

“Thank you fo…for having me, Mrs Blossom. You house is very beautiful” A small laugh escaped my mouth. I was extremely anxious.

“The dining room is this way.“ said Penelope "Follow me.”

jason took my hand and led me to the dining room. he sat me in a beautiful green chair taking the seat next to me. moments later the dining room door opened again and a tall, man stormed in.

Jason stood, following his moves you did too.

“Father!” Jason exclaimed and gave his father a hand shake.

“Hello Jason” He said as he shook back.

“And who may this young lady be?” He asked.

“Father, this is my girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N” He said gesturing to you.

“Ah yes! Y/N!“

Jason’s father said and he gave your hand a kiss. He sat down at the end of the table, the both of you sat after he sat down. Just few second later, a familiar girl came in. It was Cheryl.

suddenly, everything went black. My heart was racing. My chest was tight. Cheryl and I used to be friends back in the middle school, best friends actually, but all of a sudden, our friendship faded. 

She became popular, she was THAT kind of girl who becomes a cheerleader, that girl who gets a hot boyfriend and rules the whole school. I was nothing, nobody knew my name, nobody cared. Everything was darkness and gloom until Jason just came into my life. He was different, he actually cared.

"Hey babe, you alright?” my lover asked i nodded in agreement.

“Come sit with us, Cheryl, darling. Jason's girlfriend Y/N is here.” said Mrs. Blossom. After what seemed like a minute, she sat down next to her mother. She was frustrated.

“So… Y/N…” Mr. Blossom started.

“Tell us something about your family.” He said while cutting some meat on his plate.

“Well…” I could feel Cheryl's eyes on me the whole time.

“My family used to own this oil company…”

“What happened?” Cheryl cut me off she was furious.

“Um… they had problems with this whole thi…”

“So they are unemployed now?” there was a long awkward silence.

“Yes, but, you see…" she smacked her hands against the table and let out a deep sign.

"Jason?” She asked her twin “A moment?" 

Both of them excused themselves. I was confused, lost. I just wanted to be alone, In my safety zone. Where no one could see me. Mrs Blossom was just sitting there, staring at me. I suddenly started to feel very dizzy.

"Could… could you tell me where the bathroom is, please?" Mrs Blossom smiled and nodded.

"It’s right there, darling. Just take the first left." i returned the smile and walked away.

I could hear somebody talking. It was Cheryl. She was with Jason. 

I decided to come a little closer.

"A Y/L/N? Jason?! Whats gotten into you?” She shouted.

“Cheryl, listen…” He tried to calm her down.

“No! J.J! Its unacceptable!”

“I love her, Cheryl” He halfwhispered. 

I could feel my heart flutter.

“I love her and each passing second and each breath I take increases my love for her. And Whenever I feel lost, sad or defeated, I imagine her smiling and I instantly smile. She is the love of my life, Cheryl. And you are gonna have to accept that, sooner or later.”

A tiny tear escaped my eyes. I was touched by my boyfriend's words. At that exact moment, I felt it. He was the one. I quickly whipped my tears away and went back to the dining room.

After few minutes, Cheryl and Jason came back. Cheryl seemed somewhat different. She looked confused, lost. 

“We should go, Y/N. It's time.” My lover said.

“But what about the dessert?” His mother gasped.

“Maybe next time, mom”

I quickly grabbed my red coat and my purse. I was ready to go.

“You should come back next weekend!” Said Mrs. Blossom.

“We can't promise anything, mother.” Jason said, smiling.

I kissed Penelope on a cheek and hugged Clifford goodbye.

Suddenly, Cheryl appeared right in front of me.

“Cheryl? What are you…?” I gasped.

“I came to apologize.” She signed.

“Look, Y/N… My brother loves you very much. And as his sister, i want to see him happy and he really is happy with you. I’m sorry, Y/N/N, about everything.” A small tear rolled down her cheek.

“See you at Pop's tomorrow? We have a lot of things to talk about. My treat!”

I nodded in agreement.

On that day, I not only discovered unconditional love, but also true friendship. So what is love? i finally got the right answer. There are many different forms of love: either love for your family, your relatives, your significant other, god… But the strongest and most beautiful form of love is friendship.

                  - Part V

Kai Parker x Reader x The Mikaelsons
word count 
: 3 101
* not my gif

“I love your new place! It’s so light and open ..” said Y/N twirling as she walked around Kai’s new apartment. “WOW , is that a king size bed ?!”
Y/N turned towards Kai with a smile on her face. Kai couldn’t help but smile back at her as she grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the bed with her.  She had had a long night , trying to figure out things. Klaus believed she could and she trusted him more than anyone. By the time the sun had come up in the morning she had come to realise that she does have some feelings for Kai too. Except she didn’t know if those were ‘more than friends’ feelings or just the connection they shared.
“Grow up. You are like a little kid.” laughed Kai. “Jumping around and laughing as if it’s Christmas morning.”
Y/N punched him playfully in the shoulder , their eyes meeting for a second and there it was - the butterflies in her stomach the second she gazed into his smoky blue eyes. How it was possible that both Kai and Kol could make her feel the same way ?
“Something wrong with that ?”
“No , not at all.” he smiled. “I love that about you. Hey do you want to go get some lunch later ? Or .. are you busy with Kol ?”
“Nope. I’m free as a bird.” she said , crossing her hands and holding her thumbs together moving her fingers in the air as if they were wings. Kai laughed , getting up from the bed and pulling her up after him.
“Fantastic ! Have you had breakfast yet ?” he asked with a hopeful expression on his face. “I can make waffles or pancakes -”
“Pancakes and bacon?” grinned Y/N and Kai laughed taking her hand and heading into the kitchen. They made breakfast together - Kai flipping the chocolate chip pancakes in the air and Y/N catching them directly in the plate. Afterwards she made the bacon just like how Kai liked it - golden brown and crispy.
“Where is the - ” she started to say just as he grabbed the maple syrup from the kitchen counter. Y/N couldn’t help but smile seeing Kai drizzle the maple syrup just how she liked it - mixed with the pancakes and the bacon. “You know me so well.”  she laughed making Kai laugh too.
Kai loved her laugh , her smile. Everything. Most of all he loved their alone time.  That was when he was happiest. He listened to her talk about how Hope kept insisting they go on walks early in the morning , ending them with a quick stop at the ice cream place near the compound. Y/N’s phone rang interrupting her. Kai could see the caller ID from across the table - Kol and a picture of Y/N and Kol together hugging. She clicked ignore and continued talking to Kai as if nothing had happened. Then her phone rang again.
“Why aren’t you answering your boyfriend’s calls ?” asked Kai curious , cutting his pancakes and taking a bite. “Might be important.”
Y/N took a sip from her coffee , smiling nervously before she spoke. The night before , Kol had tried to talk to her but she had ignored him telling him to only look for her when he is ready to apologise and actually mean it this time. It hadn’t been the only reason she avoided his calls. She didn’t know what to say to him , specially since she had figured out there was some truth in his words.
“Kol doesn’t like you , doesn’t want me to spend time with you and I don’t agree with what he says.” said Y/N , taking another bite of her pancakes.
“He said that ? That he doesn’t want you to see me?” he asked , unable to shake the hint of hurt in Y/N’s voice out of his mind.
“I know you don’t like him much either and that’s why you moved out -”
“That’s not why.” he lied , reaching across the table to wipe away some melted chocolate from her lips. How was he supposed to tell her that Kol had tried to compell him to leave earlier the same day Kai had left? Y/N had told him what Originals can do - compell other vampires , so he had started taking vervain. A little amounts every day just to prevent things like this from happening but after it had happened , he hadn’t had another choice but to go along with it. Kai had already been looking for a place of his own even before that , because it was getting harder for him to watch Y/N in Kol’s arms. “I’ve always wanted to build a life on my own. I didn’t get to have that back when I was a human and then afterwards… Klaus is awesome and his family is really nice and welcoming …well , most of them , but I knew I couldn’t stay there forever.”
Y/N gazed into his eyes and knew he was hiding something but pressing on the subject wouldn’t do her any good. It might backfire and she could lose him completely. Instead an idea formed in her head. Maybe she can get Kol to like Kai if they only got some time to spend together. There had to be something they have in common other than her.
“If I ask you to do something for me , will you do it ?”
“You know there isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for you.” said Kai softly and Y/N felt a peck of guilt again. Last thing she wanted was to break his heart.
“Can you teach me your cupcake recipe ?” she asked suddenly changing her mind.
Kai grinned at her question. “Of course. Just say when and I’ll tell you my super secret recipe.”


Y/N spent the rest of the day at Elijah’s library , going through book after book. Being a vampire had its perks - she could read faster than before and she finished Wuthering Heights and started reading Mobby Dick. Her time with Kai had been perfect , though he seemed to tense every time Kol’s name came up. There had to be a way to get them to get along because she couldn’t exist without either of them anymore. Somehow both Kai and Kol had gotten under her skin and even if she tried hard , there was no way to shake them. When she got back to her room there had been flowers on her night stand and a note from Kol. 

“The beauty of those flowers is nothing compared to you. - Kol”

Later that night she walked by Kol’s room , stopping at the door her hand hanging in the air about to knock when the door had opened. He looked surprised to see her there , a wide smile spread across his face. Y/N’s gaze dropped to the ground noticing he was wearing only his boxers. Her thoughts drifted to places seeing his bare chest and his chocolate eyes gleam in the dim light.
Kol ran his fingers through his hair.
“Hello darling. Wh-what are you doing here ?” he asked with a hopeful expression. Kol hoped she might want to spend the night with him talking and cuddling together on his bed. Ever since he had compelled Kai to move out , the thought had kept him awake at night , waiting for her to show up.
“I just … I wanted to say ‘thank you’ for the flowers.” she smiled nervously. “They are really beautiful. Who told you I like white roses best ? Was it your brother?”
“No. It was Hope actually.” he said taking her hand in his. “Y/N , I know what I said the other night hurt you and it was never my intention to do so. I love you and I’d never do anything to hurt you in any way and I hate myself for what I said.” said Kol. “I got jealous because you seem to want to be around him more than you want to be around me.”
Y/N sighed. “I am his best friend , the closest to family he’s got. Kai needs me and I can’t just … ditch him and start ignoring him completely just to be with you all the time.”
Kol brushed his palm against her cheek and smiled at her. Y/N was loyal in a way his family hadn’t been to him , it was one of the reasons he had fallen in love with her in the first place.
“Do you really mean it or are you just saying that because you miss me ?” she teased him. Kol laughed.
“I mean it , love.”
“So if I suggest you , me and Kai go on a dinner together - what will you say?” she asked hopefully.
“I’d say 'yes’ because I see how much it means to you.”  
Y/N kissed him briefly on the lips and a smile spread across her face. “Great. I’ll call him and set things up… but first …” she trailed off leaning in towards him to kiss him deeply. Kol pulled her into his arms and Y/N’s mind started spinning having him this close , half naked barely an inch away from her.
“I missed you.”
“I missed you too love.” said Kol. “Do you want to come in or … ?”
She smiled at him , feeling his hands slightly sliding under her shirt , his fingertips grazing her back sending jolts of electricity in her bloodstream. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she pulled him into another kiss. Kol’s hands found their way to her ass , scooping her up in his arms and he kicked the door closed. He carried her to the bed , gently letting her down on the mattress without breaking the kiss. Kol was drowning her with his kiss , his lips lighting up a fire everywhere they touched her skin. Kol’s body was pressed so firmly against hers , she could feel him getting hard against her. Y/N moaned into the kiss , rolling on top of him feeling his hands on her waist. He wanted her and she wanted him.
“W-wait.” she said rolling onto the bed next to him. “I .. We can’t … your family is in the h-house.”
Kol laughed under his breath. “It’s alright love. I don’t want to take things too fast.” he rested his hand on her lower stomach , lightly sliding under her shirt touching her bare skin.
Y/N’s breath got hitched in her throat wishing he’d move his hand a little further down. Instead Kol pulled her into his arms and not long after that fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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I’ve been re-reading Pride and Prejudice, and I can’t help but think how perfectly this song suits Darcy and Elizabeth’s relationship too. Anyway, the obvious choice for this piece was Bruce but I worried immediately that it would be too cliché as a result. Nonetheless, I tried to keep the cheesiness to a minimum – let me know if I failed in that goal anywhere. This piece is based around the cover of “Tale As Old As Time” by Alex Goot as requested by jamesbuckyfuckingbarnes. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt:  I’ve been listening to the cover of tale as old as time by Alex Goot like non stop, its just so beautiful :P I was wondering if i could have a bruce or bucky and reader based off the song?

“Tale As Old As Time”

It was one of Stark’s signature parties. You’d long forgotten for what reason he’d thrown it – there were too many reasons to keep track of nowadays. People had gradually trickled out of the room and left the Avengers sitting in the centre of the room. From your place by the bar, you could see them all smiling and laughing with each other. To know such wonderful people was your greatest pleasure.

Your acquaintance with them had happened very much by chance. Your work in the scientific field was nothing ground breaking but it had afforded you the money you needed to take yourself over to India where you began to apply your knowledge to a certain illness that was devastating Calcutta.

And apparently you had not been the only one. Your path crossed over Bruce Banner’s multiple times before you finally introduced yourself. Upon discovering that you shared intentions with regards to the epidemic, you ultimately decided to work together.  Sharing your research, you finally began to make some headway. Until one day, he disappeared.

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Every Little Thing part 13

Summary: Reader returns to set for her first official day of filming.

Characters: Reader, Jensen, Jared, Gen, Cali

Word Count: 1,500 ish

Warnings: Language, little fluff, show angst, depression (maybe?) and hints towards smut.

A/N:I think the timeline is a little off but just bear with me, it worked for the story better like this. I really enjoyed the story in a story for this part. If it is Bold & Italics that is the scenes of the show. As always this is no disrespect towards Daneel and Jensen or their beautiful family!! This is just a story and does not in anyway reflect how I feel about Daneel, she is queen and I love her and Jensen together!  Please constructive feedback as always!  If you would like to be tagged let me know!



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A/N: @thebookgirlguide had a request and I’m finally getting around to it! I’m so sorry for the wait.  its based off the song Closer by The Chainsmokers (damn good song btw one of my favs you all need to listen to it if you haven’t) Hopefully this is alright babe!

Buisness Man!Dean x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 994

Dean did not have a drinking problem.

He refused to acknowledge that harsh reality of his life. No matter how many times his brother told him, or frankly everyone else in his life, he did not have a fucking drinking problem. However it certainly did not help that he was nursing a glass of Angel’s Envy as he watched everyone walk around the hotel bar. It was some fancy ass party that he was supposed to partake in thanks to Bela, a woman he had been somewhat friends with during his college years and now worked as his assistant for a majority of the time. And now due to his status as an up and coming, highly sought after business man, it only made sense for him to be there (Bela’s words, not his).

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anonymous asked:

Muggle AU: Jily (and the Marauder's) at college.

alright so I did imagine college but I also took this in a friends vibe too, you’ll see, I hope you like it 

Honestly, it was better than she could’ve hoped for. Even before freshman year was over, she knew she didn’t want to live on campus for another year, I mean bloody hell, her dorm was a literal hell. She was stuck in one of the only two buildings without air conditioning, and the 7 fans constantly whirring gave her a massive headache. However, being a college student also meant being massively in debt, so she knew that she would likely live in the sketchiest, dirtiest, smallest apartment. However, instead she got her own room, a living room with a kitchen! For college, it was luxury. Things couldn’t have gone any better. 

I mean, her roommates were a little weird. At first she thought they were gay, she had never met two guys who were so incredibly in sync. They even finished each other sentences, they reached a whole new level of close that she hadn’t achieved with her own sister. That thought changed when she had walked into the apartment finding Sirius and his date in the couch in a compromising position. She was a bit disappointed, she thought they would be a cute couple at first. 

It was funny too, how exactly things worked out. I mean she had been searching for apartments for months, checking the newspaper, the Facebook page, everything. It wasn’t looking good, considering that the only places she could afford were miles away from the campus, and she couldn’t even afford a parking pass, meaning she would have to walk. She was complaining about her search to one of her friends in her psych class, and instead of receiving understanding nods and pats on the back, Remus actually said he might know how to help. 

“Erm … you seem to be struggling and this situation probably won’t seem ideal to you but I actually just had to back out of a lease with two of my friends, I was planning on moving in with them but Peter and Frank got a 3 bedroom apartment and they needed a third and I prefer to have my own space, and between you and me, I’m not sure I I would be able to live with them, they’re a wild pair. But I know they were complaining all day yesterday about how they just moved into the same room and ‘Remus what are we going to do with these bunk beds now’” he mimicked their whiny voices in a way that made Lily giggle behind her hand, as their professor kept giving them side glances. “Anyways, I’m going there after class so if you want to tag along, maybe scope out the place and meet them, I’m sure they’d love to have you sign for it.” he stared at her hopefully. As soon as they started talking, she reminded him bit of James anyways, and it would certainly be interesting to see them together, they would either hate each other or become the best of friends, at the very least the two of them meeting would be rather interesting.

And so she went, and checked out one of the most marvelous apartments she had ever seen. The room (that she got to herSELF!!!!!!!) was about the same size as her dorm was, and there was a bathroom connected to the room! No more flip flops in the shower, no more flimsy curtains and sinks filled with vomit. It was a dream come true. And the price was so low Lily just couldn’t believe it. Walking into the apartments living room, it was clear someone in the house had money, it wasn’t your typical mismatched furniture and appliances, it looked like a room in IKEA. She literally signed as soon as she could, it was only a 5 minute walk from campus! And her room mates seemed nice and welcoming, and excited to live with another person.

They were certainly an interesting group. They actually all spent a surprisingly long amount of time in the apartment, way more time than she spent in her dorm at least. She quickly found out that even though she signed on to live with James and Sirius, the apartment came with many more people. She first walked out of the dorm rushing to class, thinking her apartment was empty after both James and Sirius had 12:00. Instead, Remus, and two other unknown boys were eating  on the couch, watching tv. 

It happened a few more times, and she soon learned it was Remus, Peter, and Frank who while they weren’t living in the apartment, they might as well be. Of course there were more, and when she got back on her second day of living in the new apartment, a girl ran up and hugged her! 

“Oh my gosh, it’s so nice to meet you! I heard the boys had a room mate and when I found out it was a girl, you have no idea how excited I was! The boys have always outnumbered us, I’m so glad you’re here!” a dark haired girl squealed, as she released her from the hug but still kept her hands on her shoulders and squeezed. This girl was literally bouncing with joy, and Lily had never known anyone to be so welcoming! Another shorter, blonde girl popped in. 

“I’m sorry for her, she gets easily excited. I’m Alice, she’s Marlene, it really is great to meet you! Lily right?”, she asked, holding a hand out to shake.

Lily took it, smiling, “Yeah I’m Lily, and its brilliant to meet you guys!”

Immediately they clicked, and she was shocked how quickly these people became her family. 

“Lily, darling, I’m ever so hungry, is there any chance you made breakfast for two?” Sirius asked, his eyes never leaving the TV as his voice traveled from the couch. 

“Oi, whens the last time you made anything?” she grumbled as she simultaneously handed him a plate of eggs, and pushed his feet off the couch to sit. 

“That’s why I need you dear” he smirked as he attempted to pinch her cheeks. She was about to elbow him when the door opened. 

“Ugggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” Peter let out an extensive groan as he slid into the armchair. 

“Rough class Pete?” Lily asked, she figured she better ask the questions because one could barely see Sirius’s face due to the fact that it was buried in his mound of eggs. 

“You wouldn’t believe …” and he launched into the latest story about the paleontology class, which both Lily and Sirius tuned out too, although its debatable Sirius was ever paying attention. 

“ … So then, the git stands up and starts telling me that Ankylosaurus lived in South America, how ridiculous is that?” Peter’s face was slightly flushed, and he kept shaking his head, reminding Lily of a bobblehead. 

“Oh for gods sake Pete, some of us are trying to stay awake for their next class, I can’t have you luring me back to sleep with these mind-numbing stories!” James exclaimed as he filled a jumbo thermos with straight black coffee. 

Lily laughed, “Oh yes, as if your story last night was any more interesting, and it lasted twice as long! No one cares about your business class, and no one cares about the slimy git you’re forced to sit next to!”

“Oh don’t even go there Evans, you and Remus are just as bad with your ‘Literature courses’ the blokes have been dead for over 100 years, will you please stop your complaints about Shakespeare? You’re likely disturbing his peace with all the ruckus your making!”

Lily’s green eyes flashed, “He was a drunk and his work is vulgar and meant to be ENTERTAINING, YES HIS TECHNIQUE IS GOOD BUT EVERYONE TAKES HIS WORK TOO BUGGERING SERIOUSLY, HALF OF WHAT HE WRITES IS A JOKE-”

There was a knock at the door, saving James, Peter, and the rest of the apartment complex an extremely long rant on the set-up of education and respecting the authors wishes. 

Remus walked in and grabbed Lily, “How you ever got to class on time I will never know,” he muttered as he dragged her out the door. James, taking this as a victory (it was undeniable that Lily won more of their arguments) did a little dance before he rushed out the door after them, grabbed Lily’s hand and gave her a quick peck on the cheek before he got in his car to get to class. 

Yes, things really couldn’t have turned out any better. 

The Old Fashioned Way - Henry Cavill One Shot

Authors Note: This was written for one of my favorite followers who shares my love of H Cavs and Jimmy Eat World! Warning: NSFW!

“When I first came to LA, I met you the old fashioned way. Too drunk, and even worse, much too lonely.”

Liv had been sitting at the bar for nearly three hours now. Milking her fifth beer, she was watching the football preseason on the large television screen, scoffing at a few comments the commentators made.

“Good ‘ol American football.” Liv turned her head and saw a man sitting next to her now, his British accent was thick. She didn’t remember him sitting next to her before, but she also had four and a half beers in her. Maybe her memory was a little foggy.

“Not a fan?” She asked, turning her body slightly towards the man. He had a large stature, a great build, and the best damn jawline she had ever seen. His eyes were blue, but darker than her own. Still, his gaze sent shivers down her spine.

“It’s interesting, but why would you watch this when you could be watching rugby?” He asked it as though it was a rhetorical question and she laughed.

“I’ve never seen a game of rugby.” It was clearly not the answer he was looking for by the shocked expression on his face.

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destielmaniac  asked:

Hi, it's me, Dpr from Archive. This were my ideas: Alec tending a sick Magnus or Magnus stepping up for Alec while he's bashed by his father and the Clave.

Hey again! :D

Since I haven’t done a sick one yet, is it alright if I go with that? Hopefully this turns out alright xP

“I’m so bored,” Magnus grumbled; voice groggy with lack of sleep. He sneezed again and Alec sighed.

“If you would lay down and rest you’d get better faster.” the Shadowhunter reprimanded. He eyed the area Magnus had sneezed on like it was poisoned and picked up another Clorox wipe to scrub away the germs. “How is laying around when you’re sick any different from when you lay around normally?”

Beside him, Magnus just weakly coughed. “Because when I lay around on a regular day I can happily daydream about you or look at pictures of you or yell at a client’s stupidity, but when I’m sick I don’t feel like doing any of that. All I can do is sit here and sneeze goo all over the place-” he gestured to say goo-covered tissues piled on the floor.

Alec paused in his scrubbing of the table and slowly turned to the warlock- eyebrows raised dangerously. “You have pictures of me?”

“Is that really important right now, Alexander?”

“Yes! Where did you get pictures of me?”

Magnus awkwardly looked away. Alec scooted so that he could see his boyfriend’s face, hidden half way under a large fluffy blue blanket. “Where did you get them?”

“Certainly not from Jace.” the warlock laughed.

“I knew it.” Alec growled. “Mom gave him access to our baby pictures and he’s been using them as blackmail forever.”

“Oh-” Magnus rolled his eyes. “-they weren’t all baby pictures.”

“What were they, then?”

Magnus pursed his lips as he thought of an appropriate answer. “Pictures that I took?”

The Shadowhunter dropped his head into his hands, defeated as he realized the implications of that statement. “You put cameras in my room. When?” Magnus opened his mouth to speak but Alec interrupted him. “It was when you spent the night, wasn’t it?”


“You’re not gonna remove them, are you.”



Magnus made the best attempt at a purring noise as he could- being stuffy and sore from a coughing fit the night before. “Darling, that would deprive me of my entertainment. I would hate to miss another dance performance.”

Alec’s face blazed red and this time when he faced Magnus he reached over and drug him close by the folds of blanket around his face. “You saw that?” he shrieked. Magnus smirked.

“It was quite lovely.”

“You’re impossible,” Alec sighed.

“You haven’t cared before.”

“I didn’t know you were spying on me.”

“Well now you do.” Magnus lurched forward and kissed the Shadowhunter shortly. “And no I’m not telling you where they are, either.”

Alec moved to kiss him another time; only to be stopped by a painful sounding sneeze coming from his boyfriend. He cringed, and let go of the blanket as he faced away from the warlock. “I’m just… gonna go sanitize my face now.”

“That’s what you get for kissing me while I’m sick. And making fun of my cameras.”

Alec ignored him and ran into the kitchen for a bottle of germ-x. “Yeah, well, maybe you shouldn’t get sick in the first place.”

“Not my fault.”

“You licked a table because my brother told you to.” Alec shot back. “How did you not see this coming?”

"Are you suggesting Jace purposefully put germs all over the table?”

The two fell silent, both imagining just how the blond boy would have gone about that.

“Okay, never going in his room again.”


“But, since I’m sick you should cook me food.”

“Why?” Alec scoffed.

Magnus flopped onto the couch and rolled so he could watch Alec in the kitchen. “Because all newlyweds do that when one of them is sick.”

The dark haired Shadowhunter sputtered in response; eyes blowing wide and his cheeks turned pink again. “N-Newlyweds? We are not newlyweds.”

“We might as well be,” The warlock chuckled. Alec glared at him. “Besides, it would be super nice of you. And if I have to do everything for myself I’ll never get to just lay down… rest. Get better.” Alec froze- knowing what he was playing at and hating that he was falling for it. Magnus gave a loud sigh for dramatic effect, rolling onto his back and flinging a hand to his forehead. “Woe is me! The only warlock to die of a cold.. How tragic it would be. And all because his beloved Shadowhunter would not microwave some chicken noodle soup or bring him a glass of water!” the sick warlock followed his speech with fake crying and wailing noises that Alec rolled his eyes at.

“If I make you soup will you shut up?”

Immediately the noise stopped and Magnus tipped his head back against the arm rest to smile deviously at Alec. “Chicken noodle please.”

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“I had to leave because I was about to break their noses.”

“You should have!” Peggy laughed at him, “Like with Hodge! And prove them wrong!”

“I don’t think your image could afford that, Captain America.”

“I’ll always back you up” Steve was as serious as he could be, “I trust you with my life, Peggy Carter. I thought it was obvious.”

or five times Steve and Peggy share a moment and one in which fate helps a little.

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