and now i feel so warm and cosy and just good

SKAM’s mains & colour palettes

I’ve seen a few people talk (and gotten a few asks) about what could the stark blacks and whites in Sana’s season could possibly mean.
So far, I haven’t seen any opinion on this I really agree with so I’ll add my personal interpretation to the mix.

Each season has a different colour palette (and filter added in post-prod) that corresponds to its main and, by extension, their personality and how they see the world.

I picked a selected pictures from each season to illustrate my point. Sometimes, the main isn’t in the picture, so as to show you how much they influence (because it’s their season and their POV) the characters around them.

Eva’s colour palette is very earthy with yellows, greens, greys, creamy whites… The type of clothes she (and the people around her) mostly wear are wintery, cosy, and soft.
The whole season’s picture seems quite dimmed/faded (probably a filter) that goes with Eva’s self effacing personality and how she feels she blends in the background. The only times she dresses in all black with heavy makeup is when she’s out of her comfort zone: namely, at parties.

Noora’s colour palette is saturated (but the colours/filters dim when she’s not feeling well, like when the stuff with Niko happens) with pop-y blues, yellows, oranges…
The colours (and clothes) go with Noora’s joyful and spirited personality.

The types of clothes she (and the people around her) mostly wear are quite fashionable.
As for the filter, to me it looks like a cold yellow but people have also suggested that the filter might “just” saturate the colours.

Isak’s colour palette is dark with army greens, burgundy reds, dark greys, … To me, it goes with how low (and even depressed) Isak is feeling during most of his season.
The types of clothes he (and the people around him) mostly wear are very casual and unremarkable. This goes to contrast with how different Isak feels from the people around him, how he feels that (ultimately) he doesn’t fit and has to blend as much as possible and mimics the “normal” attitudes around him (ultimately he embraces who he is, that he doesn’t have to behave or dress one way or another to fit his true self, that he is his own “blend”).
A bluish filter is used. Blue usually indicates sadness and melancholy (”feeling blue”).

And now we have Sana…

Sana’s happy colour is black. Her season’s colour palette is black&white with, obviously, blacks and whites but also colours “in between” like greys and browns.
The clothes she (and people around her) wears are casual and sporty. She wears lighter/warmer colours and makeup the more comfortable she is. And her makeup gets darker and heavier, as her clothes get darker too and less personable, when she is uncomfortable and closed-off. This goes with Sana’s badass and active personality (as well as her love for basketball and hip hop music).
The filter used is warm earthy yellow.

So yeah: to me, not everything has to be just symbolic for the sake of.
TV shows and movies are visual arts and colours are, as a result, very important. You don’t need to dig deep into symbolic to get a feel about a character based solely on the colours used. A character dressed in white doesn’t automatically mean goodness and purity.
Sometimes, when a character is in white and all the others around them are in black, it’s just that the director wants us to focus even more on that character in white.

Special thanks to @imagineisak who helped a lot with the colour lingo and who you should go harass so they write us a deeper meta on the use of colours in SKAM. Lots of thanks to the skamily discord chat as well. <3

anonymous asked:

Hey Viria, sorry to bother you but this is something I really need to talk about with someone and your blog has always been a safe space to me. I'm turning 20 this year and I've never been in love, nor have I had a boyfriend/girlfriend before. I don't know, if I'm too picky or if my standards are to high, but I never felt something like a crush before. I don't know if it's normal but I really just want to feel having butterflies in my tummy. I don't know what to do or what is wrong with me.

there’s nothing wrong with you, please don’t think this way! 

There are few things I can offer about this:

- don’t feel alone if the insecurity you feel is connected to the age, you aren’t alone, there are so many young people in their twenties who hasn’t been in relationship before. Even for me, even though I had minor school crushes, I only had one relationship and it wasn’t serious and I now know it wasn’t love. So for me it happened when I turned 22.

- it might be that you feel the red flags about people and haven’t met someone you connect to yet. I know a few people who are close to their 20s but haven’t had crushes before, it’s normal too, we all are different.

- movies always make us feel like we have to be in love to be complete, because EVERY teenager is in love in the movies. They show the morally high educated girls and say they always have to be in love to be good. Don’t be too pressured by the movies; they aren’t real life.

- as for butterflies: they aren’t always good. I mentioned minor crushes I had: I used to have all the knees buckling, heartbeating too fast, and I have to say that it wasn’t the healthiest. With as much as I had of physical stuff happening, I could never even talk to that person. So..not feeling the butterflies, but feeling warm and cosy and content and just, very secure, is what I think matters more. Deep connection matters more. Attraction is important too, of course, but the physical stuff fades over time, bonding stays.

- THE LAST BUT NOT LEAST. Try looking up aromantiсism, asexuality, demisexuality. I am not the most educated person with this; but there are people who don’t feel romantic or sexual attraction towards others. There are people who need to really spiritually and mentally bond with someone to start being attracted to them. You might be aromantic or asexual or demisexual!

Hope it helps at least a bit, remember you aren’t alone and there are always people who feel the way you do! You will have it all figured out soon, don’t worry<3

Bad Temper

MASTERLIST

Requested: Jealous Shawn. Not sure I like this but I tried. 

Word count: 2,658

“I think this might actually be it!” I said, folding the last box together. I ran my fingers through my hair, breathing out heavily. 

I thought it would never end. No matter where I looked, there had always been more boxes to start on. But now, I’d actually unpacked the last one.

“What?” Shawn yelled from the other room, fumbling with his precious guitars as always. 

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sherlock would def be the sort to drag their mattress into the sitting room for reasons:

  • feels bohemian. feels good, feels organic. 
  • he drags it out one night when john is feeling a little down and they sit up eating ice cream out of the carton and telling bad jokes until john starts laughing again
  • then they snuggle down under the covers and tell each other secrets, all kinds of secrets, because they’ve never felt so safe before 
  • experiment purposes. he forgets to move it back and john just gets into bed right there on the sitting room floor, and sherlock finds that he’s not that interested in his microscope at all when john is just a cosy bundle in the corner of his eye, and sherlock abandons it and crawls in next to him
  • sex in front of the fire reasons. they’re not teenagers anymore, after all, and it’s not all that romantic if they’re both sore and stiff later
  • john has a cold and refuses to go lay down because he insists that he’s fine, but he’s drippy and snuffly and uncomfortable on the sofa and sherlock drags the mattress in and flops down on it until john joins him, achy and too cold because he’s hot with fever, and john falls asleep instantly next to sherlock
  • when sherlock loses on a case and someone dies, john is the one dragging the mattress into the sitting room while they wait out the night, and john holds him, and holds him, until the shaking stops and sherlock finally falls asleep and john holds him, sentinel, keeping his dreams at bay
  • the power goes out and the fireplace is lit in the sitting room. they roast marshmallows and laugh until they can’t keep from kissing, all sweet burnt sugar and warm cheeks in the blankets
  • it doesn’t matter, really, where the mattress is, if they’re being silly or serious, because they’re together, and they’re always, always in love 
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A/N: So, originally, this was supposed to be a thing in my fanfic “Colour Bruise” which I haven’t updated in ages. I am planning on finishing the story but for now, enjoy this. ;-)

Words: 1789
Warnings: lime, a lot of swearing

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{PART 5} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut 

Summary; You’re hesitant to reveal your painful past to Jungkook, but time gets cut dreadfully short when Jungkook excuses himself upon receiving an interesting phone call.

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4} {Part 5} {Part 6}

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

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Little One

Reader x Kol Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*Requested

Word count: 2114

Imagine: being Damon and Stefan’s little sister and having to tell them you are dating Kol Mikaelson.

Being a Salvatore had its perks and, mostly, it was great to have caring and loving siblings. Of course, as you were the younger one and a girl, Damon and Stefan felt like you were, somehow, weaker than them and needed their full protection on every decision you made. Those kind of thoughts annoyed you deeply and it was exactly what drove you to run away from them, disappearing for a few decades. It was for your own sake and you did not regret it for one minute.

“So, mind to tell us where the heck were you last night?” Damon asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Out with a friend.”

“Y/N, you know it’s dangerous out there, especially with the Originals in town.” Stefan reasoned with you.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine and I’m surely not scared of them.”

Your brothers did not know, but you had met the Mikaelsons years ago and grew very close to them, especially to the younger one: Kol Mikaelson. You and him dated for a while, enjoying the pleasures of being wild vampires in the twist of the millennium. It was a brief relationship, though. He disappeared without any explanation and left you heartbroken.

“You should.”

“Don’t worry about me, sweethearts.” You laughed. “Now I’ll go upstairs and shower. Do not disturb me, okay?”

“When did you become so bossy?”

“My brother taught me so when I was little girl.” You yelled, in the way to your room, hearing Stefan laugh downstairs.

Soon enough, you arrived your destination, rushing to open the curtains and admire the gorgeous day outside. Bright sun, white clouds; the whole scene got you wishing to put on a bikini and go swimming. But, as you were at Mystic Falls, that would not be possible. A sigh came out of your lips as the realisation you missed your travels hit you. Shaking your head, you undressed quickly, leaving a small pile of clothes on the floor.

At the bathroom, you put together a great shower.

“Damn it, Damon.” You rolled your eyes, noticing one of your bath salts was gone.

Having no other choice, you shrugged and entered the tub. The water was so warm and cosy it made you close your eyes, smiling. After the long night you had, that was exactly what you needed to unwind.

The minute you closed your eyes, you could not help but think about Kol. It was funny how you thought you would never see him again and, somehow, he was undaggered by Niklaus the same time you got back to Mystic Falls. Sure it could not be a coincidence.


[Over 100 years ago]

“So, Mary, are you sure this party is safe?”

“Yes! I’ve told you that a million times. One of my friends, Elijah, invited me over, I asked if you could come and he said yes.”

“Why do I feel you’re not telling me everything?”

“Come on, Y/N! Let’s go! You get to meet handsome men and drink fresh blood, that ought be good.”

You bit your lower lip, analysing the situation and finally agreeing to go, nodding your head slightly. Mary smiled and let out a girlish shout, which made you giggle.

“By the way, you look stunning in that dress.”

“Don’t make me blush or I might regret going to this party thing.”

Mary only rolled her eyes, the smirk never leaving her lips, and grabbed your hand, pulling you inside the vehicle. For your best friend, life was an endless festivity, you just had to jump in it and enjoy. As for that evening, you decided to go along with her beliefs.


{later that night}

“This is such a bore, Mary. You never told me it was going to be ball.”

The family who owned that place was, surely, very rich. The room had a very unique decoration, featuring light coloured walls, expensive furniture and a bunch of stuff you did not care to pay attention to. Actually, the only thing that caught your eye was a very good-looking guy, who kept gazing at you all night long. However, he did not dare to come around and talk to you.

“Look, stay just a little bit longer and then you’re free to go, all right?”

“Okay.” You nodded. “I’ll go outside, to catch some air. It won’t take long.”

“Fine, I guess I’ll see you later.”

You went up, searching for some sort of balcony. Although it was a clear night with a bright moon shining, the wind kept howling. These moments reminded you so much of your brothers, how they would tuck you in bed and sing you a lullaby, so you would sleep peacefully. Especially Damon. You and him were immensely close siblings.

“Well, what are you doing all by yourself here, love?”

“I guess this is not my kind of party, so I snuck out.” You answered the stranger, without looking at him.

“I saw you with Mary. Are you friends with her?”

“Yeah, she has been my friend for a few years now.” You replied, staring firmly at the moon. “How do you know her?”

“She’s sort of a family friend.”

“Elijah is a relative of yours?”

“My brother.”

You glanced over your shoulder, curious of what that man would look like. For your surprise, you recognised the devilish smirk and the filled with mischief eyes. He walked towards you slowly, which lead you to assume he was huge teaser. His warm touch got your shoulders and you could not help but shudder under it.

“I believe I haven’t gotten your name.”

“Kol Mikaelson, at your service.” He kissed your hand, as a way to display courtesy. “Mind to tell me yours?”

“Y/N Salvatore.”

“Now, what do you say we ditch this party and go out to have some fun?”

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Exo’s reaction to you refusing to wake up in the morning

Minseok/Xiumin

If there was one thing Minseok knew not to push with you, it was forcing you to wake up before your alarm. Even on a Saturday like today he was stuck trying to subtly wake you up by planting soft kisses over your bare shoulders, squeezing your waist gently until you moodily wiggled away. Smirking mischievously to himself, Minseok scooted closer fingers poised over your stomach before giggling as he tickled you suddenly, straddling you so he could see the way you reluctantly starting laughing below him. He melted as you tried to glare at him before yawning and he leaned down to press his lips to yours, the faintest of touches as his warm eyes smiled down at you.

“well as much as I want to complain… that was a good way to wake up”

“I’ll keep that in mind for future use jagi”

Originally posted by yixingsosweet


Junmyeon/Suho

Curling sleepily around you, Junmyeon would first take the time to linger in the morning with you before his schedule begins. Smiling softly down at you as he shuffled out of your bed, kneeling to press a kiss to your forehead only to be met with a disgruntled whine from your lips. “Why are you up so damn early… it’s unnatural Junmyeon” you murmur, earning a light laugh from him as he playfully ripped the duvet from you- washing the cold morning air over your body. The next five minutes were spent with you wrestling Junmyeon for the duvet, loud laughter filling the air before he insisted you eat breakfast together. 

“Tell your manager to at least wait until 08:30…like a normal person…”

“Perks of the job jagiya, but you’re so cute sleepy like this”

Originally posted by irpsychotic


Yixing/Lay

After such a long time not waking up with you cuddled up against him, Yixing would immediately smile to himself and trace over your feature slowly to recommit them to memory, pressing his full lips to your cheek. After such a late night *wink wink* you were still fast asleep so Yixing would walk to the kitchen and prepare some hot green tea and some breakfast for you both to share, carrying it in and setting it onto the bedside table. Gently pushing your hair back and shaking your shoulder, you would quickly groan and pull the duvet over your head playfully before blearily peeking up at him and melting at his dimpled grin.

You’re so lucky you’re adorable in the morning Yixing or I’d push you away”

“But Baobei, I’m not cute…especially not last night~” 

*gets hit with pillow*

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Baekhyun:

Grumpily huffing into your neck as you stole more of the duvet in effort of avoiding his insistent kisses and hugs for sleep, you would feel his pout against your skin. Wiggling stubbornly against you Baekhyun would whine “Jagi~~ It’s already daylight… why are you like this, let me eat” earning him a sigh as you turn over to look at him. Taking in his very cute pout and messy bed head you leant forward and whispered “You can’t make me leave this bed.” A sense of dread rose when you saw those puppy eyes glint mischievously and suddenly you felt yourself lifted, duvet and all, and carried into the living room. Baek flopping down beside you and handing you a controller, smirking.

“Byun Baekhyun. You have started something you’re going to regret.”

“I accepted your challenge, you’re so grumpy in the mornings” 

Originally posted by ethereal-baek


Jongdae/Chen

Walking out of the the shower while towel drying his hair, Jongdae would see you still softly snoring away before he giggled at the now closed curtains he had opened before his shower. Spotting your barely concealed smile at his laugh he walked closer and sat beside you, shaking his wet hair over your face, laughing loudly and jumping over the bed when he saw you leap up after him. 10 minutes later had you both in hysterical giggles as you chased him around the kitchen island, Jongdae desperately clutching the towel to himself as you advanced. It ended when his towel did slip and you burst out laughing as Jongdae went red though triumphant he dragged you out of bed successfully.

“I cant breathe Jongdae, the towel… pUT SOEMTHING ON!”

“Look I didn’t plan on having you chase me!! towels are not durable!

Originally posted by 5sosfam-phandom


Chanyeol

Chanyeol would smile widely at your slight snores as he slipped out of bed to do some early morning composing. It was easier to think about music and emotions when the world was just a little more quiet and this morning he was filled with such adoration that he woke up beside you he knew he’d create a melody with ease. Picking up his guitar, chords softly filled the air in your cosy room and settled around him. Until Chanyeol ducked as a pillow came flying his way, looking up to see your grumpy pout. “You woke me up at 03:00 coming back from your studio, get your butt back in bed and cuddle me.” He looked at you in shock before breaking into his famous smile, walking over and shuffling his large frame against yours. 

“You know y/n you’re kinda bossy…did you like my song?”

“Of course I am when you wake me this early…and it was beautiful.”

Originally posted by prince-chanyeol


Kyungsoo

Kyungsoo would be just as reluctant to leave the warm bed as you would be, both of you snuggling together in an attempt to forget that the alarm would be going off in under five minutes. Lazy touches and soft caresses would fill this time as you felt his heart shaped lips follow your hairline softly as he slowly woke beside you. He would look down at you sleepily with soft brown eyes, voice breaking roughly as he said “I swear I am never leaving this bed when I’m on break” making you laugh into his shoulder softy as he pulled you up into sitting position. Pecking you on your forehead and laughing deeply when you try and playfully drag him back as he gets out of the bed, he’d promise himself he’d work hard to get that break for you. 

 “I’m holding you to that promise Do Kyungsoo. I’ll need you to sign your name~”

“you’re so ridiculous this early but I promise”

Originally posted by smileysoo


Kai/Jongin

Needing to get up for an early dance session for the approaching comeback, Jongin would look at you almost in loving envy as you stretch over his side of the bed and bury yourself into the pillow. Smirking to himself as he dragged his soft hair back with a hand while he whistled, he sat beside you to shake you awake, receiving only a sleepy moan. Grinning harder as he heard the pitter patter of paws against the floor he opened the door to let all three of his dogs run and jump excitedly on the bed. You would yelp at the sudden chaos in your bed, looking over to see Jongin wheezing as he hurriedly ran out the room for his session. Cursing after him you quickly snuggle back down with the dogs, sending him a selfie smugly. 

“JONGIN JUST YOU WAIT TILL YOU HAVE A MORNING OFF”

“YOU CAN’T RESIST MY WARM BED JAGIYA.”

Originally posted by fykai


Sehun

Sehun would be starting an early morning Vlive for his Exo-Ls and trying to ignore your kicking feet as he spoke louder throughout the broadcast, interrupting your precious sleep. Sehun would be teasing fans about the upcoming teasers for the comeback when one last badly aimed kick knocked his hand to hit the camera reversal button, flashing his crossed legs and thankfully for him nothing else. Sehun’s quick embarrassed laugh would fill your ears and you’d have to stifle your laughter into your pillow when you realised your boyfriend had almost flashed thousands of fans his underwear. He’d quickly end the broadcast and burst into laughter with you, clutching you to his chest.

“i cant *heavy gasp* believe you just did that”

“Hey! you were the one who nudged my hand there!”

Originally posted by sebaeked


Hey all, Admin C here. I hope you enjoyed this and please send in requests if you’d like!

No More Nightmares

Request from @fandom-rpblog:Request for a nightmare one shot where like bucky and reader are dateing/married and reader has a child from another relationship and bucky has a nightmare when reader isn’t home (possibly on a mission idk) and the child comforts him or the other way round with child having nightmare when reader out with bucky comforting them but ends with reader walking in on them being all cuddly or something like that.

Bucky x Reader x Adopted!Daughter

Words: 1,333

Warnings: Mentions of injury, blood, and grief.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their wonderful creators <3

“Mummy do you really have to go….again?” A sad look flashed through the crystal blue hues of your daughter as you prepared to go on the fourth night mission that week. Now that she was getting a little older she noticed a lot more and had more of an understanding as to what it was that you did. “There are other heroes to help people.”

A sad smile crossed your lips as you quickly glanced over to a worried looking Bucky. Even after all these years, after getting married and him adopting a child from a previous relationship of yours, he hated it when you went on missions without him. In his eyes he always needed to protect you and he couldn’t do that from here….instead he had to rely on Steve and the others to keep you safe. You turned your attentions back to the petite brunette girl currently looking up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“I’m sorry princess, I will make it up to you I promise. Think of it as a chance to spend some extra time with daddy.” You tapped her nose playfully as a brighter smile lit up your face. “I know you two get up to quite the mischief when mummy isn’t here.”

The comment made a giggle erupt from the young girl while Bucky sat himself up on the edge of the bed as an amused smile crept up onto his own face.

“How about you go pick the popcorn you want for our movie tonight while I say bye to mummy…”

Although he had a smile on his face for his daughter you were more than aware of the sadness he was currently trying to hide and once she had skipped herself out of the room you turned to face him at the same time he took both of your hands into his.

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anonymous asked:

Omg imagine a drunk Harry on vacation. I can just see him in my head loosely wrapping his arms around the waist of his missus, pressing sloppy kisses to her cheeks and him just going on about how much he loves her and maybe even getting cheeky. ;)

Pretty much slouching upon her as she enjoys the Jamaican night-time by herself, watching as the lights from the hectic and chaotic night-life town decorate the horizon and taking in the darling sounds of the waves crashing upon the shore just a short walk down from the steps of the villa. The breeze in the air making her feel a little colder as it hit her bare legs, snuggling further into the lounge chair she’s decided to occupy and cosying deeper into Harry’s sweater that she hung down her torso. His head, with hair that was a little damp from his antics of jumping from the bridge of the villa on their walk back from dinner before they’d met with Jeff and the band for a night of cocktails and beer, nudged into his neck as his damp clothes come into contact with her flushed skin. Arms wrapped around her waist as he held onto her tightly, as if she would blow away in the breeze if he let her go, squeezing her and humming in content into the crook of her neck. 

Cheers and laughter coming from the group of men he’d left behind on the patio, on his journey to finding you, slurs and yells and impromptu dares being exchanged as they let the alcohol flood their body and take over their minds.

“You’re a little drunk, aren’t you, hm? Are you having fun with everyone tonight? Not too overworked, no?” She coos softly, raking her fingers through the strands of his hair, as he peppers wet and open-mouthed kisses to her neck. Suckling wetly with slurping sounds that tickle her skin, “no cheeky kisses or snogs, mister. We’re with your friends. We can’t afford to get caught. Jeff already caught us the other week.”

“They won’t care. Jeff won’t care either. He knows I like to sink m’cock into yeh,” he slurs out thickly, words rolling off his tongue and flushing warm over the skin of her neck, his accent much more prominent as he spoke that sent tingles through her spine, “knows m’in love wi’ yeh, too. Knows I love yeh soooo much,” he draws out, lifting his head up and nudging his nose against her cheek, “think they know that yeh gon’a be spendin’ time with me, havin’ naked cuddles in bed and havin’ deep sex on the beach.”

“I don’t think so, Peaches. Not with people around. ‘specially since we share this villa with everyone else,” she smiles, the aroma of beer and tequila and a little pineapple juice coming from his breath as he looks at her with hooded eyes. Lips tilted into a smirk as his hand comes to rest on her thigh, “Harry. I’m warning you. Stop being naughty.” 

“Please?”

“Maybe tomorrow. You’re drunk and very liable to pass out as soon as you hit the bed,” she giggles softly, “don’t need you falling asleep when we’re having sex,” she admits, cupping his face in her hand as she leans forward and presses a kiss to his nose, “shall we get you into bed? I think you could use a good sleep. You’re going to have a killer hangover in the morning.” xx

10 | Tomorrow

BTS MAKNAE LINE X READER AU

WORD COUNT: 3,265

WARNINGS: SWEARING, ANGST, FEELS, ETC

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Sweat beaded your forehead as you ran through the sea of people flooding the airport, your breathing was erratic and Jungkook was nowhere to be seen. Your heart hammered angrily against your chest, where was he? There you were, willing to drop your life for him and he didn’t have the decency to even answer the phone the 14 times you’d called.

Close to giving up your eyes wandered the busy scene desperately once more, much to your surprise you saw a tall, broad figure wearing all black holding what looked like to be a Louis Vuitton luggage bag. Your Louis Vuitton luggage bag. That had to be him. You ran up to the man who was speedily walking away, his wide strides almost impossible for you to catch up with.

“Jungkook!” You shouted, earning a stare from a dozen pairs of nosey eyes in the process.

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Who owns me? (part two)

Bucky x reader

Notes: mentions of past trauma, violence, past torture/brainwashing, fluff, smut, discovery of past self.  

Summary: when Bucky’s in hiding in Romania, he finds a girl he’s sure needs his protection. He doesn’t remember who gave him the mission; but he’s so sure some one gave it to him. After setting it all up, he notices that there’s more to this girl than meets the eye. She might need him watching over her more than he initially thought.

(This takes place after TWS and before CW)

A/N: Hi guys! second part! might do more, might not. I’ll have to think about it ;) Enjoy! x

Originally posted by caps-bucky

Bucky wakes in Vienna, Y/N gently rouses his shoulder to wake him and smiles when he instantly opens his eyes and sits up.

“We’re here” she says softly, and he feels a strange tingling sensation in his belly and chest at the sound of her voice.

Before she’s able to pull away, he grabs her hand the way she did his the day before, unwilling to break the connection he feels when she touches him. Y/N only smiles and squeezes his fingers before she pulls away to grab her backpack.

The loss he feels when they disconnect is imminent and he rushes to grab his own backpack from the floor, just to be able to be closer to her and get off this train and just hold her hand again.

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Sparks Fly

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*Requested

Imagine: In 1919, while looking for ripper Stefan, who went missing nearly a year ago, you have a very pleasant meeting with one the oldest vampires in existence: Klaus Mikaelson. 

Warnings: slight smut, bad words and, oh, well, it’s a vampire imagine, there’s gotta be a little blood. haha

N/A - Not quite as you requested, but I hope you like the same way, anon. :) Also, you guys could read this while listening to Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. I heard it repeatedly when I was writing this one. 

Word Count: 2326 

Dear Damon,

I am aware of the promise I made to sent you a letter every month, so you know that I’m alive, but things have been a bit messy lately. Moving from one place to another has not given me much time to write; actually, my only true focus is finding our brother and getting him back to his oldself. Perhaps I’ll be able to do that here in New Orleans, which, by the way, is a wonderful city. You should be here to see the night lights and cheerful dances.

Oh, shucks! That reminded me I have got to meet up with my friend Lexi in twenty minutes at this famous pub. Apparently, the Original family is here (yes, the one who created all other vampires) and goes there every evening, she thought it would be a cool way to blow off some steam while we don’t find Stefan.

She might have a solid point.

Well, I will not extend myself, for I have to leave, however, don’t worry about me, everything is fine and I got the feeling this it. So, soon enough, we’ll be joining you in Paris.

I miss like crazy those cold winter days…

Anyway, kisses and hugs to you from your loving sister

                                                                                                    Love you,

                                                                                                                      Y/N.


You dropped the exquisite pen on the table and sighed, thinking that what you were telling him was more than enough. Sure Damon would be pleased to hear you were still breathing, because, in his mind, chasing emotionless Stefan was dead end job. Not that he was wrong, but you were never the kind of girl who would leave someone behind, especially if that someone was your own flash and blood.

“Y/N Salvatore!” A voice cut through the silence of your house. “I can’t believe you’re not ready yet.”

“Hey, Lexi.” You smiled and stood up, moving smoothly towards the majestic mahogany wood wardrobe. “I completely forgot we were supposed to go out tonight! That’s why I’m not…”

“Don’t make excuses!”

“I’m not making any.” This time an angry huff slipped, as you diverted your eyes to the well hung dresses, not being sure which one you were going to pick.

The blonde woman, who was with arms crossed against the wall next to your door’s bedroom, rolled her eyes and cave in, as usual, approaching to help you get dressed. She always had a good eye for those stuff, making anyone advised by her look hauntinly fabulous.

A short time later, after your friend decided what was suitable for the place, you stared yourself in the mirror, feeling ready to steal any man’s heart because the baby pink gown you had on highlighted your every curve, also giving an insinuating gleam to your once innocent traits. Absolutely perfect to a girls night out.

“We should go.” Lexi blurted out, after checking on the huge clock placed in one corner. “It’s getting late.”

“I’m sure that doesn’t matter” Your reply was gentle, as you worked on your Y/H/C wild curls. “But if it means that much to you, we can go now. And, maybe, we’ll find Stefan there, or at least a lead on his whereabouts.”

“Oh no.” The girl rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “We’re shutting off the ‘get my baby brother back’ thing for a night.”

“Lexi!”

“Shush. Don’t argue with me.” Now her index finger was pointed sharply on your face. “And listen: I know you love him and that he is very important. However, not everything is about Stefan. Or Damon. You are your own person, so live a bit and enjoy the pleasures of life.”

Somehow, you were not able to shout out a rude response. Instead, after a couple of minutes, you exhaled tiredly and nodded, agreeing that she was right. Lexi squeezed the nude skin of your shoulder and you glanced at her, finding her so sweet and so comforting brown eyes.

“Can we please have some fun now?”

“Sure, blondie.”

“Now that’s the Y/N I know.”

You two shared a quick laugh and left the cosy pension room, going to your natural habitat: the darkness.

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BambiBaby_666

Summary: You’re a cam girl who ‘somehow’ managed to convince your neighbour Simon and his friend Negan to make a surprise appearance on your cam show, after a night of long drinking of course. A week after the wonderful experience, you decide to watch the show on your own to let off some built-up steam. (Pre-Apocalypse)

Pairing: Negan x Reader x Simon

Word Count: 4,098 (Got carried away, sorry!)

Type: One shot, smut

Warnings: Pre-Apocalypse, unprotected sex, swearing, excessive drinking, explicit smut, voyeurism, masturbation.

Rating: NSFW

Fic Notes: Long passages of italics are flashbacks/memories, block quotes & italics together are what’s happening on screen.

Italics

Block Quotes & italics 

Author’s Notes: Heya, here is my submission for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash Negan Writing Challenge Round 2! My Prompt was Negan x OC x Simon. I decided to write some awesome smutty three way – are my voyeurism and masturbation kinks showing? For some reason, I was super nervous about this because it was my first time writing with flashbacks ect… Please feel free to give me feedback!

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You lay in bed, laptop resting on a pile of pillows as you scroll through your Tumblr dashboard. The occasional porn gif or image sprouting its head, buried between pictures of cats and the odd aesthetic nature photograph. Your mind wondered to the two people you had been thinking about most the week, Simon and Negan. It had been 1 week since your sensual encounter with them. You hadn’t uttered a word to them since, although there were some sneaky winks and side eyes from Simon’s window that looked onto your balcony – there was never a follow up fuck.

Whether it had been the alcohol that made you instigate the three-way or your dire need to be well and truly fucked, you hadn’t built up the same amount of courage to re-do the wonderful experience. Both Simon and Negan were intimidating in every way possible, and although you always try to come across as confident and in control, those two seemed to steal those traits away from you without even trying.


“Y’know they say drinking alone is an early sign of being a fucking alcoholic.”

Perking up from the hard-wooden chair on your balcony and looking up over the rim of your glass you see Simon’s friend, Negan. He seems to have opened the window of Simon’s apartment that overlooks your small balcony.

“Well, shit. I don’t want that – Guess I need some drinking buddies to downplay this depressing situation?” You yell back, swallowing the rising burp that was in your throat.

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All Black.

Authors Note: Here is something that has been in my drafts for a while, cute, fluffy, caring Shawn.

(Him in an all black suit is the death of me. Bye).

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Your eyes first focus on him as he wanders into the bedroom, clothed in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, a mug cupped in his hand while he shuffles closer to the bed.

He gives you a tender smile before placing the mug on the side table beside you. “Here’s some tea and a kiss.” He pleasantly informs you, his lips pressing to your forehead before he tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“Thank you, but you need to get ready.” You sigh, prompting him of the award presentation he is attending tonight.

He has spent most the day making sure you are nice and warm, showered with many kisses and cuddles, completely disregarding the fact that he has an awards show to attend tonight.

He nods, acknowledging his duties that do not revolve around caring for you while you are ill. “I’m gettin’ ready. Do you need anything in the meantime?” He challenges as he steps towards the wardrobe extending his arms up while you admire his body.

“Go get ready.” You groan, acknowledging that he will procrastinate and proceed to take care of you, ultimately not getting himself ready for his prominent night that is ahead of him.

He is a sweetheart for wanting to make sure you are comfortable and okay but he does not need to be late for tonight.

He turns back around and meanders back towards the bed you have been lying in all day, a blanket embraced in his hand. He unravels the blanket and thoughtfully launches it over the bed to add a little more warmth for you.

To say the least, he’s astonishingly caring and considerate when it comes down to you being unwell. “Please, go get ready.” You sigh, cuddling yourself up to the softness of the blankets, feeling warm and cosy enough to fall asleep without him by your side. He leans down and kisses your forehead, finally giving in as he notices your somnolent eyes wanting to close.

You watch as he begins to take his shirt off, tiredly admiring every curve his body has, observing as he throws it towards the floor, heading towards the bathroom.

The last thing you remember before closing your eyes is the sound of the shower and his soft hums of a melody you have heard so many times before— your favourite harmony.

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Unworthy - Part 2 - NewtXReader

Read part 1 again before reading part 2 so it makes sense :)

PART 1: here

Info: Coming to the realisation that you weren’t good enough anymore for Newt, you head back to the lonely apartment, were another confrontation takes place..

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“I-I..” newt nervously stuttered, completely unsure of what he was supposed to say. A deep blush hid his freckles, as his eyes grew wide with wonder and his full lips parted in shock. Newt anxiously hovered, time coming to standstill between the two of you. Fear that he had just misheard what you said prevented him from speaking. What if he simply imagined it?

Caught in the heat of the moment you had had finally confessed, worry washing over you as you waited for his reaction. The deadly silence hung in the air until from the corner of your eye a curvy figure approached behind Newt. Confidence radiating every step she took. Just as glamorous as before, before you stood the woman who had been attempting to flirt with Newt all night. Feeling more self conscious than ever, you shrunk back slightly, intimidated by her looks. Upon noticing your presence she shot daggers with her eyes at you, giving you clear signals to leave.

“Newt, are you not coming back inside?You’ll get a cold out here hun ” she seductively purred in his ear, her arm attempting to slither around his.

Newt froze to her touch, although his attention solely on you. He looked completely lost for words, an absolute nervous wreck. How he longed to tell you that he felt the same, but the words wouldn’t form.

You however felt the fool. Here you just blurted out the feelings you’ve felt for Newt, all while he’s in the arms of another woman?

You knew when you weren’t wanted..

Picking yourself off the ground you dashed towards the streets, completely ignoring Newt’s protests. A proud smirk hung on the glamorous woman’s face in victory, now she had him all to herself.

Newt however ripped himself from her death grip, attempting to follow you, but it was too late. Unfortunately you weren’t as simple to track as one of his beasts, no clues left of your sense of direction. You were already gone.

“Bugger”, Newt mumbled under his breath, as he helplessly thought were you had disappeared to.

Ignoring the sinking feeling in your stomach you made your way down the empty street, not daring to glance back for fear of being confronted. Upon arriving at your apartment you dashed into the room completely forgetting to lock the door again. You couldn’t care less, the embarrassment consuming you.

The only relief you got was the satisfaction of removing the painful heels that had been cutting you all night. Although you detested them, you wanted to make a special effort to look beautiful for Newt. Guess that didn’t matter anymore..

Changed into cosy pyjamas, with a mug of warm coco, you sat on the large window frame. Huddled in a heap of cotton blankets staring into the night sky, you willed yourself to forget.

In that moment, the flash of calmness protected you from the pain. Regret washed over like the long slow waves on a shallow beach, each ripple icy cold and sending shivers down your spine. How you longed to go back and take a different path, but now that was impossible. There was no way back, you let your feelings slip. There was no way to make it right.

Staring into the darkness of the night, you softly cried. In the distance you heard light footsteps approaching closer. Lifting your tear filled eyes, your blurry gaze meets the frame of a timid looking Newt, who is completely avoiding eye contact.

“I figured I’d find you here. You always make yourself coco when your upset…” Newt playfully whispered though you saw through his empty smile, his attempt at lightening the mood failing miserably.

“Y/N-” he began.

“Newt forget I even said a word tonight”

Newt remained silent for a period of time, before steadily making his way to the window sill where you lay. He sat down on the other side of the window, however your eyes were trained on the night sky, praying you could just be left alone.

“Did you really mean everything you said tonight” Newt’s tone changed this time sounding more broken.

“Yes” you simply replied, longing to avoid going into detail.

“Even the part-”, Newt shyly avoided being specific.

“Everything” you cut him off.

“What about the ‘not having enough time part’?” He shyly questioned.

Silence.

“So it’s true….” Newt sadly mumbled under his breath. Guilt washed over his features at the acceptance of his flaws. Over the past few weeks he could barely recall a time he had spent with you, that had nothing to do with the publishing of the book. He’d been selfish with your time.

“I only exsist when you need something Newt…what happened to everything we said we’d do together? As soon as that book became finished, so did the adventure” you truthfully confessed, “Is it even about the creatures in your case anymore?” Your whispered softly. Newt had made you feel unworthy of him anymore, as though his success had made you of less value. That a bond you had once deemed unbreakable was simply a thing of the past.

Newt turned to face you, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. His eyes narrowed, rigid, cold, hard. Anger flustered across Newt’s face, an expression which was a very uncommon sight to see, “how- how could you even ask that? Writing this journal had nothing to do with fame and deep down you know that. You and my creatures are my top priorities in my life”.

“Newt there’s other girls out there.. ones as beautiful as the ones you saw at the party” You softly whispered, feelings of heartbreak coming to the surface, as you came to the realisation you weren’t good enough anymore. Too sad to cry out or wail, you just sat there as still as a statue.

“You make a valid point. In fact there’s 7 billion people in the world Y/N….yet your the only one who matters”. Newt directly locked his eyes with you, something he’d normally be to shy to do. Reflected in his pupils you saw that every word was the truth, looking at you like you were the only person he could see. A small lob-sided grin crept on his lips as his face held a sincere look to it.

“I’m sorry I-I know-w that I’ve been a bit of a mess since the p-publishing of the book and a mess is the last thing you need right now… but this mess in love with you".

Moving closer towards you his large but gentle hand, softly caressed your face, wiping the last tear away. Your eyes widened slightly as Newt rested his forehead lightly against your own, his auburn mop of curls blocking your view slightly and his shaky warm breath against your skin . Leaning closer he pressed a gentle kiss on your lips feeling a sense of fufillment. Although his touch wasn’t fiery, it made you feel safe and protected, reminding you of home. Curling up in his musclar arms, both of you peacefully observed the outside world through the window. The pitter patter of rain sounding from the roof.

It was then you decided that you were worthy of Newt. That you were worthy for each other and success couldn’t change that.

The fame that came from his book hadn’t changed Newt, it just amplified who he really was.

Just a man who was hopelessly in love with you.

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Family

Part eleven of the Good Little Angel series!

Good Little Angel

Good Little Angel part two

Good Little Angel part three

Good Little Angel part four

Good Little Angel part five

Good Little Angel part six

Good Little Angel part seven

Good Little Angel part eight

Good Little Angel part nine

Good Little Angel part ten

Word count: 1,071

Warning: angst

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Summary/Request: Part eleven of the Good Little Angel series!

A plan begins to hatch between Cas and Y/N but Lucifer misinterprets how close they are.

A/N: Sorry it’s a bit short but I’M BACK! Yes indeed I am finally back from my holidays and feeling rejuvenated. Hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by magnificent-winged-beast

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Late. [Bucky x Reader]

summary: bucky’s late to everything and maybe you’re starting to feel like he has no time for you anyways. (very) loosely based on Cleopatra by The Lumineers and look i strayed vv off point.

warnings: death, funeral. pre war bucky? 1940s bucky? people being late? shitty writing?

a/n: this is literally one of the weirdest things i’ve written and it’s been edited so many times pls tell me if it’s okay


“Y/N where are you going?” The voice didn’t even make you jump, It was always calming, always so soothing to you.

“Home,” you answered stoically, turning your head around after your short answer to leave.

“Do you want me to come with you?” he asked in vain, watching as your jaw clenched tightly.

“No. Just leave me alone.” You didn’t even turn to give you another look, leaving him in the dust again. The dull ache in his heart magnified significantly, the burn of embarrassment and helplessness consuming him whole.

How had it gotten to this point?

“I’m not leaving you alone. Not in this state,” he blurted out, propelling his feet to follow you. “You’re not going to be alone.”

Your head turned to give him a steely look, one which would rip the light from the beautiful night sky, freeze the crystal clear lake. But it didn’t deter him.

“I don’t need you.” It shattered his heart; it really did. But it was something he unfortunately he deserved.

“You don’t have to. But you need someone to talk to, and I’m here.” He smiled painfully, taking your hand.

It was like a blow to him personally when you let go of it not even a few seconds later.

How did it get to this point?

The world suddenly seemed a little darker, a little colder. His smile dropped bitterly, looking down as he pinched his lips together in a straight line.

“I don’t need anybody,” you spoke harshly before walking away faster than before, leaving him to stare after your disappearing silhouette.

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No Time Like the Present

Emma found a nice little clearing with a comfortably looking bed of moss underneath a tree. The feeling of seclusion was almost cosy, like this little space was magically protected from the rest of Neverland and all of the dangerous crap it hosted. Just to be sure, she still checked for dreamshade, but there was none in sight.

She plopped down on the moss and sighed. Alone with her thoughts at last.

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