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.

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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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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