and try not to have your brain melt


A/N: So me being 5′2 I kinda have a size!kink and this gif does not help me at all so I kinda had an idea and here ya go! 

Dean x Reader

Warnings: flirting, swearing

Word Count: 750

You clutched the cool metal of Baby as you watched Dean walk towards you. It took all of your self-control to calmly and nonchalantly wait, even when all you wanted to do was jump into his arms and wrap yours legs around his waist – fuck. The jeans he wore today seemed to accent just how tall he really was, sending a delicious thrill down your spine that had you licking your lips. Dean didn’t know about the obsession you had with his tall broad frame, didn’t know that you constantly held back whimpers every time he strode confidently, and how the way his shoulders and arms engulfed you and made you so damn small, was probably the best feeling in the world. So of course, while you’re supposed to be keeping watch, all you could do was stare at your man and imagined all the ways you would climb the hell out of him.

“I guess I was just imagining it or something, there was nothing back there,” he stood beside you, unaware that your breath was caught in your throat and the way you tried so damn hard not to smile. “Wanna get going? We’re still a day out before we meet up with Sam,”

“No wait,” you called out, quickly latching a hand on to his wrist and tugged him towards you. With a raised brow, Dean watched warily as looked down at you. “Let’s just take a break, I’m getting a bit car sick and it’s really nice outside,” With a slight jut of your bottom lip, you knew it was only seconds before Dean would cave and agree with you, however, what you didn’t expect was for Dean to clutch your waist and hoist you up on the hood of Baby. A small groan escaped your lips, immediately grabbing the attention of Dean.

“Now what on earth was that, sweetheart?” With a lick of his perfect pink lips and a calloused hand brushing away the hair from your face, you were done for.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it,” You couldn’t stop the ever increasing blush, not with the way Dean was smirking at you. Cocky bastard.

“Nope, tell me. I want to know,” Nuzzling his way down to the underside of your jaw, he softly planted kisses on your skin, melting your resistance completely. Dean Winchester knew he had you in the palm of his hand. It took you a few moments before you could even think about forming a coherent sentence, your brain having turned to mush and the overwhelming presence of him not being of any help.

“It’s really stupid,” you breathlessly whined, sounding pitiful in terms of trying to put up a fight against his charm. Dean merely waited, knowing that he’d get it out of you soon enough. “I just… you’re so damn- god this is gonna sound ridiculous. I really really like how big and strong you are,” If you could have died of embarrassment, you would have gladly done so. You’re cheeks felt like they were on fire as you refused to meet Dean’s eyes. The silence from him was mortifying, chastising yourself for revealing such a liking in the first place.


“God, Dean. You really just love seeing me suffer,” You groaned, “It’s pretty damn self-explanatory. You’re like a freaking giant, with legs that just… and watching you is like watching a freakin’ god walk before you. And don’t even get me started on your arms, or your hands, or your back – fuck. It’s just, you’re so damn big and I really enjoy it all too much, okay?”

“So… you have a size kink?” he grinned widely, feeling all too smug with himself.

“Yes, dammit! You happy? Can we just get on the road please?” You begged, trying to hop off the hood but Dean had you trapped with his legs placed on either side of you. His right hand slowly made its way up to the nape of your neck and gently threaded his fingers in your hair, tugging slightly to force you to look up at him.  

“Hey, you don’t need to get embarrassed. It’s really nice knowing my girl still has the hots for me after all these years,”

“I’m glad I could help your ego, babe,”

“Now let me tell you the hundreds of things that drive me wild about you, sweetheart,” he drawled, briefly planting a fierce kiss against your lips that you swore placed you on cloud nine.

Top Ten Awesome Fanfics *

* yep, not “all-time favourite”, because I cannot choose in all objectivity only ten fics. This list is a list of ten fics* chosen in my five main fandoms that I love and feel like they should be read, but it could have been ten others … It’s very hard to choose. One day I’ll do a real masterpost fic rec …
* yes, I’ve cheated. There are waaaaay more than just ten fics here … Sorry not sorry.

The lovely @justkeeponthegrass had a brillant idea : to make a collection of our favourite fanfics to show writers just how much we appreciate, respect and admire their work. I personally owe a great deal to fanfic writers, especially in the Merlin fandom, for they helped me get through a very hard period of my life. Fanfic writers have been and are constant companions of my life, whether I’m sad, happy, tired or feeling excited, they always deliver, they are amazing people who do an amazing work just because they like it. I admire the hell out of any of you, and the following ten titles, plus the special and honorable mentions, are me trying to tell you how much you mean. Very, very long post incoming …

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Preferences: Giving Him the Cold Shoulder

Requested by Anon~ Thanks for the cute request :)


Originally posted by inacatastrophicmind

At first, Dean was deeply concerned why you suddenly began to ignore him. Then, a week later, it became very annoying. 

“What’s wrong with you?”, Dean finally asked, impatience in his voice.

You crossed your arms. “You know well why, Dean Winchester.”

Wordlessly, you point to the empty pie tin on the kitchen counter. “That was my pie, Dean.”

With a sigh, Dean turned around, rolling his eyes.


Originally posted by artemiskitsune

Sam was pretty upset when you gave him the cold shoulder. He racked his brain for hours trying to remember what could have set you off.

“Y/N, are you mad because I threw out your old pizza?”

You glare at your boyfriend with mallace. “Yes, Sam. You know very damn well that the pizza was still good.”

Sam runs a hand over his face. “What if I order you another one?”

Grinning, you nod, all your anger melting away.


Originally posted by caa-s

When you ignored Cas, he felt like his heart was breaking. You were his everything, and he can’t figure out what upset you so much.

“Y/N, why are you upset with me?” Cas asked you, his blue eyes swarming with sadness.

Without saying anything, you point to your slightly puckered lips. The realization that he forgot to kiss you good morning came to mind as he sighed in relief. Slightly annoyed, he still places a gentle kiss on your lips.

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Characters: Frank Castle x Reader

A/N: My (very late) entry for @howlingbarnes Languages of Love Challenge. (again, so sorry this was so late, but due to unexpected circumstances, i haven’t had wifi in a week and a half, and today was this first day i got away to post. sorry again!) 

My word was Querencia, which is defined as a place we feel safe, a ‘home’ from which we draw our strength and inspiration.

**inspired by the lovely, wonderful, and gorgeous @bigbadfrank

Warnings: just fluff, like two curse words…some sappy Frank

Words: 1626

tags: @bigbadfrank @ravengirl94 @jonedwardbernthal @feelmyroarrrr @daybreak96 @sistasarah-sallysaidso @blessedbebucky @monsterfootprints @brandnewberettaa @anotherotter @samwinjarpad

A soft, high pitched noise slowly pulls you out of a deep sleep, and you sigh. Your phone must have ended up under the bed again, muffling your alarm.  You roll over and try to pry the dead weight of Frank’s arm off of your body, but during the struggle you see your phone on the nightstand, no alarm going off.  

You collapse back into Frank—who immediately makes a happy noise and drapes himself back over you—and stare at your suspiciously silent phone, groaning when you see the time on the alarm clock.  So much for sleeping in. 

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Delirium related Prompts/Starters

“Go to bed already. No, your bed! That’s the pet bed!”

“If you didn’t worry about taking too much aspirin, I’d think you were on dope.”

“Calm down, you’re just a little mixed up right now.”

“No, no, _____ isn’t here. It’s me, _____.”

“Okay, that was barely even a sentence…”

“I can’t even see what you’re seeing and it’s freaking me out.”

“Your brain is melting, isn’t it?”

“No one is trying to hurt you, that’s just your doctor.”

“So you won’t eat my soup but you’ll eat that old candy you just found on the floor.”

“This is really scaring me! Stuff that isn’t even here is making you cry!”

“What do you mean you have to go home? You are home, we’re in your bedroom!”

“Please stop hiding in the bathtub.”

“Oh crap, _____ escaped!”

“I know you didn’t mean it, you’re just spooked because your fever’s messing with you.”

“This is exactly why you need to be in bed right now.”

“Tell whatever is freaking you out that I’ll kick its ass if it doesn’t stop.”

“Uh…That is definitely not something you have to do. Not at all, ever, but especially not right now.” 

“I’m gonna call an ambulance if you can’t tell me something coherent in the next ten seconds.”

“Let’s see what the thermometer has to say about this.”

“You don’t even know what day it is!”

Gone (Part 1)

“Can I have a request about dean and his wife the reader are fighting about whatever and dean says something about regretting marrying her and she says fine and leaves. He’s devastated and it’s up to Cas and Sam to save the day and reunite them”

“It can be a two part if you’d like”

Requested by: @nervousmemzie

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester

Warnings: Angst

A/N: Here I am! For one thing, I’m sorry it took me so long to write your request; anyway, there you go. I hope you like it, and how you asked, is divided into two parts. The second part I will publish it in a few days. Promised. So .. have fun to read!

Word Count: 1234

*flashbacks in italics*

4.35 a.m.

This is the time that I see light on my phone; a loud noise woke me up suddenly. I get up quickly from the bed and I go out of my room. I know exactly what causes these strange noises. Indeed whoever. I go into the kitchen, and there it is, my husband Dean Winchester, with his head inside the refrigerator. Dean and I have been married for three years; I would have never imagined that he would make me the proposal, we never talked about marriage, and, with our very ‘busy life’, marriage is not something we think about every day. Instead, Dean asked me to marry him with a ring, and he is kneeling. I will never forget that moment; I thought he was joking.

“Hey, Y/n.”
I raise my eyes from my plate, and I see his eyes fixed on me Dean. This is a special evening; after all this time, Dean and I decided to stay a little ‘alone, and to live a night like a normal couple. And so, he took me to dinner at a nice restaurant by candlelight. Perfect.
“I though .. you marry me?”
The water I’m drinking from the glass I almost go sideways, I begin to cough; without giving him an answer, I look at Dean, and I start to laugh, convinced that he is joking. Suddenly, Dean gets up from his chair and walks over to me. As he kneels in front of me, I’m out of breath. I try to talk, to say anything, but in vain. I am too shocked and surprised by what is happening.
“Y/n, will you marry me?”

I approach Dean, and he, hearing the sound of my footsteps, looks up; when he sees me, a smile forming on his face.
Dean comes to me, but he loses his balance, and nearly falls to the ground.
“Dean, what are you doing?”
He tries to kiss me, but I avoid him, and walk away from him. I cross my arms over the chest, and I stare at my husband with angry look.
“Y/n.. come here. We can drink together.”
“You’re joking, right?”
Dean looks up at the sky, and going to one of the chairs at the table, he sits. My husband puts his hands near the head, and began to complain. I roll my eyes, and I get close to him, ready to make him a scolding.
“It’s always the same story with you. You go out, go to drink, and then go home. Heck Dean, by now, you will always smell like alcohol!”
“And do you care what I do?”
I open wide my eyes; the alcohol must have melted his brain. I’m his wife, it is normal that I care for him! It do this a wife who loves her husband? I pass my hand through my hair, and I try not to scream, not to wake Sam.
“For God’s sake, I worry for you. I’m your wife, Dean! ”
“Yeah, maybe I was wrong to marry you.”
I freeze. The breath begins to miss, as I hear the words of Dean that keep buzzing in my head. I look down, and without saying a word, I go striding from the kitchen. I, at first, I headed to the bedroom where Dean and I sleep together, but during my walk in the corridors of the bunker, I change my mind, and I go to my room. As the door closes behind me, the tears start to fall on my face. At first a few sobs, but in the end I burst into tears. I feel my legs weaken, and slowly I sit on the floor, my back against the door. I can’t believe I heard those words from his mouth. Yes, we had some disagreements, and sometimes we fight, but all married couples do. In the end we could always forgive each other. I need him by my side, and not locked up in some seedy bar to drink always. But he really thinks what he said? Dean regretted of marrying me?

When Dean wakes up in his bed, the first thing he notices is the severe headache. Right now, it looks like someone is hitting him with a hammer, just behind the center of the head. Dean turns in his bed, and the second thing he notices is that his wife Y / n is not at his side. The part of the bed where she normally sleeps at the moment is empty. The hunter leans on his elbows, and rubs a hand over his eyes; his head still hurts. Despite the pain, Dean sitting at the edge of the bed, and tries to remember what happened the night before. Dean remembers that he went into a bar, not far from the bunker, and drinking, and many more. A girl had come to him, and had flirted with the hunter, but Dean had not thought twice about sending her away. He’s married, and he loves his wife. In the end, Dean remembers coming home, and that he had spoken with someone.. with Y/n.

.. you get out, go to drink, and you come home late!
.. you smell like alcohol..
..what do you care..
..I matter, I’m your wife!
..maybe I was wrong to marry you..

Dean opens his eyes, remembering his words.


The hunter quickly gets up from the bed, and heads to the kitchen; he hopes to find his wife there while is drinking coffee. She will be very angry with him, maybe she does not even speak with him. How the hell has thought Dean to say such a thing? He loves his wife more than anything else, and he never repent of marrying her. She’s his life.
Dean finally arrives in the kitchen, but the only person he sees is his brother Sam. The smaller of the Winchester brother is sitting at the table with a book in his hands; when he feels the presence of his brother, Sam looks up from the book, and frowns, not understanding why Dean is so upset.
“Did you see Y/n?” asks Dean breathless. Sam gets up from his chair and walks over to his brother. He tells to Dean he doesn’t see the girl from the night before, and suddenly, Dean feels the panic and fear invade his body. The hunter tells what happened with Y/n to Sam, and without thinking twice, both Winchester brothers begin to look for the girl down the bunker. Dean and Sam look for in any room, as long as Dean can’t think of a place where Y/n may be hiding. What a fool not to think about her old room from the start. Arrived in front of the door of the room where slept Y/n before, Dean knocks a few times, but no response is received.
“Y/n? Please, answer me! I’m sorry.. for what I said.”
Dean decides to force the doorknob to enter, but he realizes that the door is not locked. He comes quickly into the room, but it soon becomes clear that it is empty. There is nothing in that room, just him.
Dean turns to his brother, he feels the tears filling his green eyes; is not really happening, Dean thinks to himself.

This is just a bad dream.

“She’s gone. Y/n is gone.”

Gone (Part 2)

Forever Tag: @hotwinchester

Supernatural Tag: @27bmm

Dean Tag: @love-charmer-sketch

Old Sparks, New Flames - Part 4: Flames

Characters: Y/N Y/L/N, Danneel Harris, Jensen Ackles, Genevieve Padalecki.   

Pairing: Danneel x Jensen, Danneel x Reader,

Warnings: Confused feelings, F/F sex, oral, scissoring.    

Word Count: 2500ish

A/N: I had a crush on Danneel before writing this series. This did not help things lol. Anyway I am having fun. I hope y’all are too!!

This series is written for my free square in @spnpolybingo

Thanks to my amazing lil sis @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this series for me.


It wasn’t easy but somehow you had calmed yourself down enough to stay. At first you couldn’t think of anything worse than staying under the same roof as the couple you spied on while they were having sex. Right up until you were halfway out the door, realizing leaving so abruptly would mean admitting to the woman you were in love with what you did. The thought of the wounded expression on her face hurt you more deeply than the thought of pretending like nothing happened ever would. So you kept yourself busy at the studio, staying away from Danneel and Jensen as much as you could. You knew they were noticing. Jensen had tried to get you to talk to him a few times when he was home from filming in Vancouver, but you had played if off, telling him he knew what it was like being busy. He hadn’t believed you, you knew that and you felt terrible. Jensen was a great guy. You really liked him, but now he was starting to think you hated his guts.

Danneel was no better. She asked you if you were okay pretty much every time she saw you, but it wasn’t until she had changed her tactics, basically cutting you off from your path from the stairs to the door, that you actually listened to her.

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A night on the town, part 1

Pairing: McCoy x Reader

Word Count: 1487 (a little longer than I planned)

Warning: Brief mention of sex

Maggie waved her hand in front of your face as you stared aimlessly at the screen before you.  “Earth to [Y/N].  You alive in there, girl?”  The movement startled you, as somehow you had not heard her walk into your office.

“Umm yeah, Maggie. What are you doing here?”  You straightened yourself up in your chair and pulled on the lapel of your lab coat in an attempt to look like you weren’t half-asleep with boredom.  She put her hands on her hips with that mother hen look she often got with you.

“You need a break. All these patients and boring files are going to melt that big brain.  Come on we are going out tonight.  Dancing, a few drinks, then we can walk home looking at all the pretty lights of York Town.  I promise I won’t try to pawn you off on some random stranger.  Even though you do need to get laid sometime this century.” Shaking your head, you stood up walking around your desk.  

“Let’s not talk about that. The last time was horrible and I have no desire to repeat it.”  Maggie looked like she was going to stomp her foot.

“That is what I am saying! We go out have fun and go home a little tipsy and tired.  No pressure for anything more.  What could go wrong?”  Your brow rose in her direction.

“I can’t believe you just said that.  Something awful is going to happen now.  I will blame you if I end up here with a broken anything.”  She laughed as she jumped up and down.  

“Oh we are going to have so much fun.  Come on Doctor Boring I have a dress that will look perfect on you.”  Grabbing your hand, she dragged you through the door of your office past your commanding officer, who eyed the two of you warily.

“I probably do not want to know.  I need you in one piece for your next shift Doctor [Y/L/N].”  Your cheeks flushed.  Doctor Baush had seen you arrive many a time, for your shifts, hung-over after nights out with Maggie.

“Yes sir.  I will be here, I promise.  I have never missed a shift.”  The man nodded once then went back to his PADD.  She dragged you all the way back to her assigned quarters. Refusing to let you go home because she knew you would probably back out if given the chance.  The dress she handed you was better than you had imagined. It was not trashy or revealing. The knee length dress, had a light skirt that twirled when you moved.  It was a pretty aqua number with a black sash at the waist that accentuated your hips. You had to give it to Maggie she knew what you liked.  She pulled your hair up in a pretty and easy bun then just put a little flair of makeup around your eyes.  That was the reason she had become one of your closest friends.  She knew when to push you but never pushed too far.

The two of you walked arm in arm towards the busy central commercial streets of Yorktown.  Laughing and talking as you made your way through the crowds.

“Well, there must be shore leave.  Look at all uniforms out tonight.  Too bad we aren’t looking for some sexy Commander for you.” Maggie wiggled her eyebrows at you.  You could only laugh and pinch her arm gently.  

“Come on you promised me dancing and a few drinks.”  You pulled her into one of the lesser crowded bars.  Lesser, being it was still packed but there was not a line around the corner to get in.  A few shots for the both of you before you ended up on the dance floor for a few hours. While you were not drunk, your body felt warm and you had that normal pink tinge to your cheeks that happened just before you reached that point.  That was your cue to cease the drinking.  It felt awful waking up in the morning with a hangover.  So you quit while you were ahead.  You looked around for a few minutes for Maggie before finding her leaning back against a wall talking to some tall redheaded man.  They looked to be in deep conversation so you made your way back to the bar.  Just before breaking through the wall of people, someone tapped your shoulder.  As you turned, all you could see were startling blue eyes and a mess of blond hair.

“Hello, beautiful. Want to dance?”  The words were slightly slurred and he did not seem all together stable on his feet.    

“Oh no, pretty boy.  I am getting some water and taking a seat. My feet are killing me.”  You walked off leaving the surprised man in your wake.  Thankfully, one seat at the bar was open between everyone trying to cram into the small space.  As you sipped on your water, you turned back looking at the crowd and sighed.  This was not your scene.  It was getting to be too much.

“How come you aren’t out there dancing with that guy?” A voice asked from next to you.  Looking over you found a dark head of hair and a half smile looking into his liquor glass.

“Oh you mean the pretty boy? Umm no.  He is drunk and I don’t do the whole sleeping with a random stranger thing.  I really don’t need to wake up with some form of the clap either.  The hypos for that are not fun.”  The man choked then spit out his drink.  Raising a brow at him.  “Are you alright?”

“Yeah.  Yes, I’m fine.  Just uhh, the drink went down the wrong pipe there.”  You knew it was a lie but he was smiling wide now.  He looked handsome with that smile too.  “May I ask you a question?” You nodded at him, interested to see what the question was.  “Why are you in a place like this with people like this?  It’s a bar and people come to bars to drink and make fools of themselves.  You don’t seem like someone who would come here to do that.”

“Well that wasn’t what I was expecting.  But, I’m here because I needed a break in the monotony.  I’ve been bored and needed a bit of drinking and dancing.  Not looking for my soul mate or anything.  Just something letting me know I am still alive. You ever feel like that?”  The man sat up straighter on his stool looking at you in a way that made your cheeks flush more than they already were.  It wasn’t rudely, just searching deeper.

“Darlin’ you have no idea. I’m Leonard, by the way.”  He held his hand out.  You shook it with a dip of your head.  

“[Y/N].  Want to go outside, and talk?  This place feels like it is closing in.”  Leonard smiled again, setting a credit chip on the counter.  

“Lead the way.”  You couldn’t help but grin at him.  After a moment to let Maggie know where you would be, you walked out towards a bench that looked over the lights of Yorktown. The two of you talked for hours. Finding it funny how much you had in common.  You had attended the academy just two classes behind him and each of you had heard the others names in passing.  Leonard had even read your report on Xenobiological sampling; published last year.  There had always been rumors about the grumpy southern doctor in the medical circles you knew.  However, he laughed and smiled easily with you.  Before you both knew it, the sun was coming up.

“I can’t believe it. We have been talking for six hours. The time just flew.”  You stood up realized how stiff your body was from sitting for so long.  

“Me either.  But it was wonderful.  After I get some sleep today, would you have dinner with me?  I want to see you again.”  Leonard had been holding your hand for the past few hours and now he gave it a quick squeeze.  The hopeful look on his face made your heart melt.

“I want to see you too. I will meet you here at 1900.  You better not be late, Leonard.”  You leaned up on your toes and kissed him lightly on the lips.

“No ma’am.  I will be right here waiting.  1900 hours.”  He said quietly as he looked down at you.  You fought the urge to kiss him again.  It would end with you unable to pull away.  You already knew it.  Leonard stood there watching you as you walked off towards your home.  The feeling of his eyes on your back did not leave until you turned the corner.  Your heart was pounding in your chest.  Your mind moving at a million light years a second.

“I need to see that man again.”

part 2

I Will Survive....parody

“I Can’t Survive” (Hannigram Ver.)

At first I was afraid, I was petrified,
Kept thinking I could live without Will Graham by my side
Oh I had spent so many nights thinking how I was so wrong,
The feelings ain’t gone. He’s still the man that I want

And now I’m back. A familiar face.
I need my murder husband here and oh I’m on a chase
The murder husbands you can’t stop
We were always meant to be
Now I’m sailing across the ocean,on my way to Italy.

Hannibal & Will:
Go on now, go. It’s worth fightin’ for
It doesn’t matter now.Without him life is such a bore
And although he might have hurt me several times.
I always loved the trouble.
Laying my life out on the line

Oh, no, not I!
I can’t survive.
Because I dream about him everyday and every single night
There is no alternative
All I need is to forgive.
And I can’t survive,
I can’t survive, hey, hey.

I knew there was something lurking from very start
Can’t say I didn’t find it cute to see him fall apart
Oh I sat back,kinda wanted to watch your brain slowly melt
Oh I didn’t try…but hey,you didn’t die.

You know it hurt me to see you with Bloom.
Oh the jealously only worsened.I’m still in love with you.
I wanted to see your reckoning
A little sniffly,teary plea
Tried to kill you,indirectly,cause you chose her over me.

Hannibal & Will:
Go on now, go. It’s worth fightin’ for
It doesn’t matter now.Without him life is such a bore
And although he might have hurt me several times.
I always loved the trouble.
Laying my life out on the line

Oh, no, not I!
I can’t survive.
Because I dream about him everyday and every single night
There is no alternative
All I need is to forgive.
And I can’t survive,
I can’t survive, hey, hey.

october lies [ bill x reader ]

summary: bill confesses his feelings and get’s rejected :(

words: 1 181

a/n: this is written for @superwolfiestar ‘s “Beauty and the Beast Halloween prompt challenge”! this is day 4 and prompt autumn. also, this is partly a request from @weallhaveadestiny :  Hello again! I absolutely love your work :D could you write something where reader has a boyfriend and bill is her best friend. Things start to get complicated when bill finally admits he has REAL feelings for her. Hope this inspires you! Much love xx


Summer died and autumn came in a blink of an eyelash. With a cup of warm drink you find yourself sitting in your apartment with a brand new book in your lap and a warm quilt hugging your shoulders, dotted with roses and daisies and butterflies of various colors. The light tapping of rain draws your attention from the mildly interesting read to the window: bleak skies, harsh wind and cold rain greet you. Together they blur the world into one grey indistinguishable mass. Somehow, it appears eerie to you at first glance and restless you try to find a comfortable position. When you finally do, however, the doorbell rings and you nearly spill the hot drink in surprise. You do not expect any visitors, your phone doesn’t inform of any unseen messages or missed calls and your boyfriend has the key to your flat. So, who is it?

Lazily you roll out and throw the constraints of the blanket onto the couch, approaching the door. The bell chimes again and annoyance spikes in you, “Coming! Jeez…” You finish voiceless, in one swift motion unlocking the main entrance and prying it open, “Oh.” You blink, eyes meeting familiar blue ones, “Hey, Bill.” You finish with a smile, opening the door wider for him to step in. He gives you only a faint grin back, running a cold hand through his wet hair.

Once the two of you are inside you hand him a towel, offer to fix him a drink but he simply refuses, “Feel free to make yourself one if you change your mind.” You tell him, throwing the blanket over your shoulders and jumping on the couch to the spot you sat before he had showed up. You and Bill are friends, good friends, you met when you and your boyfriend had just started dating – Bill is a part of his massive group of friends, and out of all the ‘best mates’ you bothered to remember his only name. “What’s up?” You inquire, finding your mug of warm drink and blowing on its scorching surface.

There is something about Bill. Something odd you have noticed since the first time seeing him. Your boyfriend had said he is a tad antisocial, but you doubt that is true: Bill, just like many of your boyfriend’s friends, loves a good party or a night out with the boys and he’s fairly talkative, does funny faces and cracks jokes at moments that are appropriate and not. No, it is something else. Even looking at him now, he appears strangely distant – he looks at you, but through you, as if there is some kind of interesting object behind your back when in reality it’s only a pillow. Wistful, perhaps that’s how you best would dub him. Brooding, maybe, when he thinks no one can see him.

The rain continues to pour, casting a ghostly glow on yours and his faces, “I wanted to talk to you, (Name).” He states simply, no note of seriousness or playfulness – it almost seems like he isn’t that sure how to feel or react, either – “But” His eyes sharpen, “I don’t think you’re going to like it.”

You would be lying if you said you aren’t intrigued. You lean forward, just a bit, enough to hold eye contact with him and shorten the distance between the two of you, even if there’s a coffee table separating you. You try to lighten the mood, pull a lopsided smile on your face and say, “Dude, come on, you can tell me everything.”

He appreciates your enthusiasm, but something in him refuses to even pretend to be happy. He appears cold and unreachable, almost like a marble statue with those bleak mirages from outside playing on his face. Perhaps he knows that his confession will lose you once and for all; perhaps it’s the sting of past heart-breaks that confine him to the façade of indifference, boredom even.

He looks at you and he sees a person that is treated kindly, though unfairly at times. He looks at you and sees a person that’s not the prettiest in the world, but in his eyes – most definitely. He looks at you and he sees a person that loves someone else, while he, in turn, the shadows of cold autumn rain, harbors love for you and you only.

It takes a moment for him to get his thoughts in line; though he had pondered long and hard what he will say should he chose to say it, it all came out as a jumbled mess of words and misunderstood feelings. In his mind he either spoke too quick or too slow, said little or too much, danced around the subject or was harshly straightforward. He chose to walk to your apartment complex despite the rain, despite the cold weather. He figured that perhaps a splash of water will clear his head, magically offer some sort of a solution. He could not stay quiet any longer. It was impossible to see you with someone else and not even having the courage to say how he feels.

“I like you.” He finally says. The world freezes for a moment; reality melts away from a few vowels and constants, the only thing left is the ever darkening sky, his words and the tickle in your palm. You fail to understand, you try to reboot your brain a couple of times but each is futile. I like you. How? As a person? As a friend? No. the realization slowly dawns to you once you meet the look in his eyes: the cold blue irises portray certain vulnerability. His face doesn’t show anything. “I like you, (Name).” Your name hits a cord in him, as if it is almost painful to say.

Like a dear caught in headlights you shy away, press your back to the pillow and gulp; the lump in your throat forbids you to take a deep breath, “I-I…” You glance down, “I don’t understand…”

“You’re different.” Bill’s voice loses the robotic touch, seeps with genuine emotion. “So different from the rest. He doesn’t know how lucky he is…” He trails off with a faint smile, “I don’t expect anything, if you are to wonder. I just…needed to tell you.”

“Get out.” You whisper with an inhale.


“Get. Out.” You repeat through gritted teeth, shutting your eyes tightly as if that would help delete him entirely, “You can’t just…Can’t just walk in and-and…” There is turmoil inside you, an unruly storm of feelings and confusion and you let it get to your head.

“I understand.” Comes his hollow reply. He doesn’t say goodbye. Simply leaves you to your misery and silence, doesn’t try to change your mind because he knows that he can’t. He thinks you love your boyfriend, not him, never him.

That night, when your boyfriend does finally return to you, you have long calmed and said nothing of his friend’s visit. Said nothing about the confession or how it made you feel. But couldn’t bear to look him in the eye, either.



ART SCHOOL | Q & A with Brian Donnelly (Toronto)

Toronto based artist Brian Donnelly paints and “unpaints” his portraits into something that is strange and eerie, yet beautifully mesmerizing: His portraits often start crisp and realistic until it is purposely obscured, deteriorated, and altered, using his own mixture of toxic solvents. Not only were we intrigued by his unique work that focuses on issues of human identity, self image and vulnerability, but also his process, his influences and what he has coming up for 2017.  We’re excited to chat with Brian in our newest Art School Q&A to find out more about the guy behind the melty faceless people! 

Photographs courtesy of the artist.

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anonymous asked:

How do you know if you're in love or not. I know she makes my heart melt and every time I think of her I can't help but blush and smile. How can I differentiate from liking someone or loving them? Also how should I figure out if she already has a girlfriend?

Kyoya: A budding romance, hm~?

Originally posted by wuts-going-on

Tamaki: Ah, love! A beautiful princess has stolen your heart, has she? Does she take your breath away with a glance? Do you find yourself daydreaming about her? Do you want to spend time with her and protect her and support her? Do you want to give her the finest clothes money can buy? Do you -

Originally posted by nicorobin

Twins:  *interrupting Tamaki*  want to smooch her~?

Originally posted by a-n-i-m-a-t-e

Haruhi: What are you guys, five? Real, mature.

Originally posted by loveandjustice

Kaoru: But seriously, that sounds like how you react to Haruhi, boss.

Tamaki: What?! That is different, that’s a…familial love! Why wouldn’t I think that way about my precious daughter?

Originally posted by loveandjustice

Kyoya: You do tend to spend more of you waking hours in dreams, rather than reality. Although I believe Hikaru is guilty of this occasionally, as well.

Originally posted by sushii-ttrash

Hikaru:  WHAT?!?!  I don’t think of Haruhi like that?  She’s our toy, nothing else!  Yeah it’s fun to mess with her, and dress her up as a girl, but that’s totally unrelated… 

Kaoru: Very convincing, Hika.  

Originally posted by boyatheist

Tamaki:  Mother, those nasty perverts are insinuating horrible things about me and my baby girl!  AND HIKARU IS THE WORST OF ALL!!!!  *brain melting; gross sobbing*

Originally posted by loveandjustice

Kyoya:  There, there, Tamaki.  You had to face this one day… 

Honey: Sorry, it looks like Tama-chan and the others are distracted. But to find out if someone has a girlfriend or boyfriend, you should just ask! Isn’t that right, Takashi?

Originally posted by shokasonjuku

Mori: *nods*

Honey: It sounds like you like her enough to try, so you’ll have time to work out your feelings as you hang out together more!

Originally posted by viflorido

Haruhi: That’s pretty insightful, Honey-senpai. And apologies anon for the others. I’m not sure why you’d want their input anyway, they’re pretty clueless when it comes to that kind of thing…

Originally posted by kaijohs

Honey and Mori: *looks at Haruhi in disbelief*

Haruhi: Hm? Did I say something?

Honey: …No, nothing, Haru-chan! Anyway, good luck, Anon!

agesavage  asked:

Um hi? My name's Adrian, I got a voucher in the mail for a free mulligan at your company? I dont want to like, invent anything or steal anyone's music... No I've... ive got this really good idea for a tv show, but i think its too late to ever make it... I don't have anything else except just my blog, can you go back and like, make my younger self, like, rhink of all these ideas way earlier in life? I want to be a famous filmmaker already by now!

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The woman looks you up and down with a smile: “Very well. You’re actually the first to ever use one of these vouchers. Here you go. Please follow me into the lab, where a time specialist will write down what you want to change about the past.”

You look at the woman in surprise. This seems a bit easy. You want to ask her where the catch is, but she’s already on her way and gesturing you to follow quickly. You do just that and are led to a small office with another woman sitting on a desk. You sit down on the other side.

“So.. Adrian is it?”. The woman has a cold attitude. “You want to put some ideas in your younger version’s head so that he can be successful earlier in life? It’s a common request honestly. I take it you do understand that with using the coupon you agree to take place in some more experimental procedures here at the company?”

“Experimental procedures?”, you ask. You hadn’t thought about that, but now you understand - why would they just give you access to such a costly technology for free? “What kind of experiment?”, you stammer.

“It’s nothing to worry about really”, the woman assures you. She looks up a few documents on her computer and seems to be browsing a list. “I do have some interesting experimental extras for your trip that fit your situation.”
“Will you tell me what they are?”, you wonder. The woman looks you up and down realizing that you’re about to bail out on the new information. “Really. I told you.. nothing to worry. One of the experimental methods is that instead of you actually writing down ideas on a sheet of paper, a machine will read your brain waves and automatically send everything to your past’s self. Isn’t that nice? You don’t have to do anything. We’re just trying to improve your experience.”
You feel a bit easier now, even though she has only revealed the meaning of one of the several checkboxes she has clicked. But it seems like they really only want to do the best possible service, so you agree to the terms. You’re led to the door and step through it.

The room behind it is completely white, like in sci-fi movies. Only a man in a white suit is inside waiting for you. You slowly move towards him. As the door closes behind you, you almost expect not to be able to breathe. That’s how alien this room looks to you. The man has a syringe in his hand. He tells you that he’ll need to inject you with this state-of-the-art anesthetic. As he does so, you feel the world get blurry and everything starts to spin slowly. It’s like being high, but soon your body loses the battle against the sleepiness. You fall on the floor and the last thing you see is more people in white clothes coming in to pick you up. Then everything goes dark.

“Welcome back to Jinkxed! The show where bimbos are made!” The crowd roars. Our candidates today have been more than interesting. Peter - a football coach - hasn’t started with a lot of IQ points, but has been able to keep more than our special guest Adrian - the original creator of this show. After five seasons he has finally admitted that when creating this show, all he really wanted was to be a candidate himself. He has been going to the randomizer four times every round so far and has been suffering the most amount of transformations I’ve ever seen somebody get this early in the game. Maybe he has been losing on purpose?” The camera is pointed at you. “How are you feeling Adrian?”

“Uhmm… like… super”, is what your mind scrambles together like on auto-pilot as the camera moves close to your face and you can see the reflection of a ditzy blonde bimbo with heavy makeup.
Your brain feels slow. What the hell is going on here? You vaguely remember the time travel service and the experiments. Oh shit! They must have messed up the ideas you had for tv shows and instead made your younger self interested in the same erotic fetishes you write up on your Tumblr blog. And now you are in the same situation - getting transformed into a fetish bimbo sex slave - and even worse, you chose to do so yourself. You feel a rush of horniness shoot through your body. The situation you’re in is both terrifying and extremely sexual. The fear of what you’ll turn out, in the end, is too much for you and a strong orgasm shakes your whole world. You want this. To give up control. To be transformed into your deepest darkest desires.

You realize you just had an orgasm on live tv. The tv host laughs and finally says: “Wow. The random orgasm card has really done a number on you. Anyhow, are you ready for your next path to the randomizer? Just hit the big red button in front of you, babe.”
As you hit the button you feel excited. What perverse fantasy of you will become true next?

“Aaand the slots are running. What will it be? Ohh there’s the first card - the high heel. Well looks like it’s game over for comfortable footwear for you. Your feet will be genetically altered so they always only fit in high heels. And here comes the second slot. Oh my.. another IQ drop. I don’t think I’ve ever seen somebody go this low on their IQ. Oh my god it wasn’t finished. It’s a double .. noo a triple IQ drop. Is this even possible? Can somebody backstage confirm that we are even able to drop her IQ more than it already is? Wow.. the randomizer just keeps going so I guess it’s fine. And it’s one of the cruelest ones we have - the radar vision. Your eyes will forever only be able to focus on the biggest dick around you. It will help you find it so you can be an even better little bimbo. And the last one… uh, this is a special one. The leash. You’ll see what it does soon enough.

You’re brought backstage to the transformation machine, that you vaguely remember inventing yourself, because of your commitment to the bimbo fetish community from your early childhood. You always wanted to be a scientist just so you could invent this machine and your subconscious always wanted you to become the biggest bimbo there ever was. You started wearing women’s clothes and a chasity when you were just thirteen years old. Your mind must have been flooded with bimbofication porn. You’ve become a total sissy in this dimension. You think about how remarkable it is that you could’ve turned out to be in such a different position in this reality, but you cannot complete the thought because the machine starts its work on your brain and melts all thoughts away. You try to calculate simple math equations in your head to see if you’re still capable of basic thinking, but no matter how hard you try you cannot add one plus one together and soon you forget the concept of math or the idea that there is a “one” in the first place.

Only sexual energy remains. Horny. You’re so horny. Sex. “Fuck me”, you hear yourself say not sure to whom exactly, but your eyes are locked on the trousers of a man close to you.
You hear some strange mumblings that you cannot put into any words. Only the audience understands the language the presenter uses anymore and that your last card has been making you unable to walk. Instead, you’re bound to walking on all fours. As the next game continues nobody is able to stop laughing at you. They don’t see you as human anymore. This game has to do with some kind of forms on little fields, but you don’t understand.

Finally, the tv show host announces that you’ve lost this game as well. You’re brought to the randomizer a final time. This last game gave only one randomizer slot to you. It’s something no one in this show has seen before and even the production team look at each other in horror. Weeks later, you lay on the bed in the local brothel, getting fucked hard by a stranger. You are unable to move because your arms and legs have been removed. You’re so helpless and you love it. This is where you were meant to be. You feel like you’re nothing more than an expensive sex toy getting fucked by strangers several times a day. On the tv, there’s a news report about someone named Adrian - the inventor of a tv show and that apparently he has been cheating by preprogramming the randomizer. Of course, you don’t understand a word, but the guy behind you says: “Oh my god. The bitch did this to herself on purpose? How fucked up is that?”, but he doesn’t stop fucking you for a second.

Suddenly everything is dark again. You’re yourself again and you can think clearly. You hear voices in the distance. “Finally. We’re through. We’ve made it. We can take him back.”

You scream: “No stop… this is what I’ve wanted. I want to stay here.”, but it’s too late. You are sucked through the wormhole again and are back in your original reality - in your original body. You feel frustrated because you will never be able to feel the same bliss again in your life ever again.

Apparently, the company has been experimenting with a new technique that allows them to transport you back. You tell them that you didn’t want to go back and that everything was going exactly as you had planned it to go, but they only tell you that you can only get back by paying the regular amount of money, which is around a few million dollar. You are left here with the absolute need to become her - your perfect vision of bliss. Instead of falling into depression, though, you feel determined to go through with it and become the ultimate bimbo sissy in this reality as well. The future is yet to be written and you will be a dumb bimbo whore in it.


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anonymous asked:

can u do a exo reaction like u are bestfrens for a long time and he likes u secretly and u have like this big event to go and u bought a dress that is thigh and u dress up to show the guys and he think out loud smt like "I love how ur ass look is this dress" and everybody look at him ????? idk if u can understand hop so


His cheeks would instantly redden, with all eyes on him he’d know everyone else had heard something that was meant to be privet. Even though you smiled sweetly for a second he’d still be worried to talk to you. It already took all he had not to become a goofy giddy freak when you sat next to him, he didnt need to have the conversation of how hot he thought you looked too. He’d be appreciative that you were so cool about it and didnt tease him like the others did and it would give him just enough confidence to talk to you with a little but more flirt in his voice than usual. 

Originally posted by kyungsuhos


Once it was out it was out and there was no taking it back. He’d look at you looking at him and wink dramatically, that way if you didnt feel the same way about him he could play it off as he was just joking. When you started showing him more attention and was blushing more at his common flirts he wouldn’t punish himself for being dumb like that. There was no reason why you wouldn’t like him and whats a little flattery going to do other than make your brain wrack itself. By the end of the night he’d decide to use it as his game plan for getting you to be his. 

Originally posted by kaysai


Poor Poor baby. If you were already together eh what ever. But since you were a new friend and he was completely infatuated with you it was probably the worst thing that could have happened. Even if you did give him the smile that made his heart melt and say a soft thank you before turning to try and see what it was he was talking about. He’d try to watch you from a distance for the rest of the night as he tried to cope with his stupidity, even after everyone had forgotten about it. He’d appreciate your being kind and almost a little flirty towards him but he wouldn’t be able to get over the fact that he goofed up.

Originally posted by buylosecontrol-moved


He would try so had to pretend like he said it on purpose after he realized his thought slipped out of his mouth. He’d only need a second to regroup and when he did and all eyes were still on him he’d look to the nearest person and say ‘What? You can’t tell me that y/n doesn’t look gorgeous in that dress?’ He’d spend the rest of the night complimenting you quietly, now more because he loved to see the way you blushed at his words. It let him know that he was actually getting to you and he might have a chance to take things a step further. 

Originally posted by baeksilisk


He’d already be looking at you so when your eyes met his he’d just press his lips together and sigh. What else could he to to try and save himself? Nothing. So when he started to be extra nice to you that night even though everyone knew why there was nothing he could do about it. It was time for him to stop watching you from behind and start being the one who got to walk with you. ‘What other better way to ask you to coffee with an inappropriate compliment huh?’ he’d say knowing you’d laugh at the put down on himself.

Originally posted by vogueksoo


His hands would come up to wave you away before they covered his eyes in embarrassment that his thoughts came out. He wouldn’t be able to hide how mortified he was around you and it always seemed like his cheeks were bright pink when ever you even walked by. You’d tell him it was okay and that you actually liked his compliment, but only since it was from him. That wouldnt work either. You saying that would make his cheeks get darker as an eruption of butterflies were sent through his body. He’d pin it as both a blessing and a curse but once the two of you sat and talked for long enough the burning in his cheeks would definitely go down.

Originally posted by gucci-soo


Like Jongdae he could do nothing but just roll with it. What he didnt expect was for you to start acting different towards him. When he sat next to you to apologize you surprised him by leaning in and letting your knees touch. When it was time for the group to go somewhere he’d grow excited when you chose him to help you maneuver the uneven ground in your heels. He’d go from beating himself up about it to loving the honest mistake. He’d much be with you when you were only giving him your time than when you gave it to everyone else. 

Originally posted by jonginssoo


He’d do this little half laugh half cry thing just so everyone knew that he didnt actually mean to say it. When you awed and patted his arm, squeeing slightly as you told him it was okay and not to be embarrassed he couldn’t help  but feel like there was a hidden message in there, which there was. He wouldn’t follow you around like a lost puppy, but he would sit next to you and give you his undecided attention when ever you talked, just so you knew he was there to listen to you. Even though no one was catching on and there really wasn’t anything to hide he like the secretiveness of stealing glances and eventually winks with one another and it would definitely boost his confidence when it came to asking you out. 

Originally posted by dazzlingkai


He’d be a man about it and try to stuck to his words for as long as he could, but as good as a charade he was putting on the outside there was no doubt that he was freaking out entirely on the inside. Every step from that moment on would be win caution and he’d be mortified, even though you were acting completely normal. When you finally brought it up he’d sigh and apologize, surprised when you told him that was what you were going for. It would lead to soft confessions and a plan for a coffee date within that next week, and for the rest of the night he wouldn’t be able to keep the soft smile off of his lips that reappeared when ever he looked at you again. 

Originally posted by sehurn


Nothing like Home: Chapter 13 (Steve x reader, Bucky x Reader)

Chapter 13 (Nothing Like Home)

Steve x Reader x (Angsty Steve Rogers!) Bucky x reader

Summary: Steve has found Bucky, but the relationship between the reader and Steve has gone sideways. There isn’t a happy ending here.  Steve and the reader have a tumultuous relationship. There is so much working against them at this point, yet somehow hey always end up back at square one with each other.  

 A/N: Relationships get a little blurred and indecisive. I tried to normalize life for the characters a little. I like writing them as normal as possible.

 Word Count: 3095

 Warnings: violence? Swearing?

“Where are you off to in such a rush?” Bucky asks, raising his eyebrows at you.

You hadn’t pulled your t-shirt on yet, it was just over your arms in front of you. You stood there in your bra. Bucky’s eyes went over your body once then back up to your neck, and his eyes widened.

“Are those hickeys?!” He exclaimed, he said it almost angrily, he moved closer to look at your neck and shoulders, you pulled back and quickly pulled your t-shirt on.

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Scenario: S/O coming home by train

You have been on a week-long trip, and are finally returning home. He is eagerly waiting for your train to arrive.


Noctis is a nervous mess. He sends you a few texts to confirm your whereabouts; “Are you on the train yet?”, and asks if the train is on time. Like three times. He really wants to type to you all the time while he knows you’re on your way, but he ends up just biting his cheek and deleting the text. Repeat this for hours until the train arrives. It gets comical if you’re using a chat app where you can see whenever he is typing, and he just keeps suddenly stopping without sending anything. But in truth, you’re probably used to it now anyway.

When Noctis finally has to leave to the station to pick you up, suddenly time speeds up and he ends up on being barely in time, or you see him parking his Audi as you walk out of the front doors of Insomnia’s central station.

Ignis has probably told Noctis to stay in the car when he insisted on coming to pick you up by himself, but he is such a rebel. So, as you walk to him, he will come eagerly to meet you, trying to use the rush of the moment to hug you. But, there is still a slight moment of hesitation before he gives you a quick embrace. Other than that will have to wait since PDA is a no-go for the prince.

However, if you confidently go to embrace him instead, he will just melt into your arms and bury his face on the side of your neck. He might even confess quietly that he missed you. The moment your scent reaches his brain, he realizes just how much he missed you and he can’t wait until you’re somewhere more private.

So unfortunately, the welcome home -kisses will have to wait. But, in the car he might plant a quick one on you if he is feeling daring, or just really, really love-deprived. During the drive, he asks about your trip and really enjoys hearing your voice again live instead of through a phone speaker. Seeing how tired you are from the travelling, he can’t wait to have a nap with you.


Prompto just keeps texting you all the time while you’re in the train. You simply cannot put your phone away from your hand, as it keeps buzzing to the point where you have to mute it so you don’t bother the other passengers. He chats with you just about anything really and unless you don’t provide them on your own initiative, he keeps casually asking for updates. Tell him there’s “Only three stops left before Insomnia!” and he will lose it.

Prompto is there at the station, waiting for you over half an hour before your train is scheduled to arrive. He is definitely standing on the platform, as he has asked you what carriage you are in and in which seat. If you sit by the window, he tries to catch a glimpse of you before the train halts. He also has asked you from which door you will come out, so he can get you in his arms as soon as you step on the ground.

After a sweet hug, most of his anxiousness melts away and he pulls you a bit on the side from the crowd – To take a selfie with you. It happens even if you complain that you look so weary from the travelling. If you have been together for long enough, he plants a kiss on your nose after the embrace. Then, you can pull him in for a proper one. Just say that you missed him and his heartbeat is kicking again.

Prompto is eager to know everything about how your trip went and will ask very enthusiastically about it. He wants to know everything from what new dishes you tried to what souvenirs you bought. Also he can’t wait to see the photos you took! If you walk home, he won’t be able to take his eyes off you. But whatever you do, don’t let him drive in that state.


This guy is very chill about you coming home. Of course, he is anxious to see you, but he plays it cool. Like, what is the point in texting you unless you really need to talk about something. The train will arrive as it is scheduled, and panicking won’t make it move any faster. Should there be a problem, you will surely let him know.

When Gladio leaves to come pick you up from the station, he leaves kind of early. He justifies that by telling himself that he has nothing else to do anyway, but in truth, he just can’t focus on anything in anticipation of seeing you again. Even though he knows he has ample amount of time before your train arrives, at every red light his eyes dart at the clock, making sure that he won’t run late.

Gladio texts you sometime after he arrives at the station, making sure that you won’t think that he has been waiting for long. He waits you by the car, leaning on the door, looking cool. As he sees you, a wide smile brightens his face. His eyes glide over your form hungrily as you walk towards him. When you finally reach him, he picks you up in a bear hug and spins you around in the air. He doesn’t care about the stares the exuberant action gets. The only thing that matters in that moment is that you’re back in his arms, safe. This is the perfect time for you to just grab both sides of his face and kiss him. He says “I missed you, babe”, because that is of course the natural thing to say, but your cheeks burn from his intense gaze.

Gladio will carry your bags to the car, no matter how much stuff you might have with you. He will not have it any other way. For the whole car ride home, he holds your hand while asking how your trip was. When you mention your stiff shoulders and aching back from the travelling, he promises to give you a massage later. And, on top that he will show you just how much he missed you.


Ignis probably knows all the details about when your train arrives and on which platform before you do. While you sit in the train, he texts you things like: “I’ll prepare your favorite food when you get home,” just to cheer you up since he knows you’ve had a long trip. He also sends you a sweet text before leaving to pick you up from the station: “I’ll see you in a bit, love.” Hopefully nobody catches you simpering at your phone.

Ignis waits ten minutes early by the platform, not admitting his palms are sweating a bit in nervousness. Or is it just moisture from the flower bouquet he is holding for you? Who knows. He can’t stop smiling as the train slows down and he finally sees you. First, he hurries to help you carry your luggage out of the way of the other passengers, and when you finally have a bit of room to breathe, he makes you stop for a moment.

Ignis carefully examines your face as you accept the flower bouquet. Maybe the flowers were a bit too much? The thought crosses his mind, but it is instantly forgotten as your reach out to peck his lips. And he is relieved to see your surprised, but delighted expression. Ignis then embraces you, asking how your trip was. At first, he is a bit taken aback by your enthusiasm in returning the motion, but then amusement frames his face.

Ignis carries your bags to the car, but if you really insist, he will hold your hand instead and share half of the burden. You might need to remind him that he is allowed some selfish indulgence from time to time and you really missed him. That will make him give up and reach his fingers to intertwine yours.

In the car, Ignis asks inquiring questions about your trip, thoroughly enjoying the sound of your voice. However when you tell him how tired you are from the travelling, he just grazes his thumb over your hand gently. His light humming to the music from the radio really reveals how glad he is to see you.


Nyx has to pull all the favors he can to switch shifts, so he can come to pick you up from the station. After he swears over and over again that he owes one for Pelna, he finally manages to dodge work on that day. He also borrows a car from work because he has no shame and he knows you have too much luggage to carry for a comfortable walk home.

When you’re in the train, you really should try to call him to make sure he is awake and getting ready to come pick you up. Or at least text him to remind him of the time your train arrives. When he is on it, he’ll be there, sharp as ever. There is a slight, relative danger of receiving naughty texts from this man. Though he probably has been sexting you all week already while you were gone. Oh boy, he is already in overdrive before you even arrive.

As your train halts on the platform, Nyx will be there. He will be at the right door, so you can lay your eyes on him the moment the doors open. How can someone look so hot and cool at the same time? Leap at his arms and spice it with a kiss, you’ll make him think that you can’t get home too soon. Also, you will gain some jealous glares, as you walk hand in hand away from the platform. Nyx’s smile is brimming and he can only see you. During the walk out of the station, he can’t keep his hands and lips off you, so you will get some random kisses on your cheek while his hand snakes around your waist. It makes walking with the luggage kind of awkward, but Nyx doesn’t care.

In the car, he realizes how tired you actually are and will suggest something to soothe your exhaustion. Want to get some take out? You got it. Foot massage? He is on it as soon as you get home. And his personal favorite, a hot shower together. Nyx is definitely interested in how your trip went, but he is more interested in making you feel better from all the travelling, so don’t even bother trying to show him the photos you took yet.

Sorry I’m not sorry if this one was a bit biased

Pickup Lines (Jumin x MC)

After being given numerous bits of advice, Jumin tries something new.

Word Count: 534

-I just happen to know a lot of pickup lines so perhaps this was an inevitable prompt but nonetheless, I hope you enjoy! Thank you!


You sat beside Jumin on the sofa, cups of coffee held in both of your hands.

You glanced at him, finding his eyes already locked onto you.

You smiled, taking a quiet sip.

He lowered his drink, clearing his throat awkwardly. 

You didn’t quite understand why his cheeks already seemed to be sprinkled with pink.

“Are you…a magician?” 

You thought for a moment, wondering if you even heard him right at first.

You furrowed your brows with clear confusion. 

It didn’t seem to help his flustered composure.

“B-Because whenever I look at you…e-everyone else disappears.” 

You nearly choked on your coffee. 

Your face exploded into a bright shade of red, barely able to speak.

You stared at him, noticing how the smallest smile crept to his lips. 

“It looks like it worked. I’ll have to do that more often.” 

You lowered your coffee, managing to sputter a response. “Since when do you try pickup lines?” 

“Luciel advised it. I typically don’t listen to much of his advice since it’s not serious most of the time…but he seemed adamant that most people liked them.” 

He gave a nervous look. “It did work…right?” 

You gave an amused grin, unable to hold back laughter. “Yes, but you already ‘wooed’ me, you didn’t have to. But, I think it was sweet.”

“So you liked it?”

You nodded. 

“I’ll be sure to try out more.” 

Your face flushed at the idea, but soon a spark went off in your brain. “Well, if it works for most people, why don’t I try it on you?” 

His eyes widened. “What?” 

“I want to try it out on you.” You said. “I think it’ll be fun.”

He was uncertain, scrunching up his nose.


He melted.


Your mind ran with possibilities, but you eventually settled on one.

You looked at him, barely able to contain your snickers as his face was already reddening despite his cool expression.

“My love for you is like dividing by zero…” You began, watching as Jumin raised a curious brow. “because it can’t be defined.” 

He coughed, clamping a hand over his mouth from shock. 

If he was just blushing before, now he was arguably the same shade as a strawberry.

It did the trick.

He stared at the ground, trying to regain his usual collected self. 

You leaned against him, chuckling softly. “I think that worked too.” 

He simply nodded, muttering through his covered mouth. “Yes, it did.” 

You waited for a moment as he calmed down, unable to wipe the way your smile stretched from ear to ear. 

He let out a deep breath, setting down his tea and instead entangling you in his arms. 

“I can understand why so many people like..pickup lines.” He admitted. “If you couldn’t tell, it had an effect on me.” 

You turned your head to look at him, cupping his face with your hands. “And you know what the cherry on top is?” 

He tipped his head to the side. “What?” 

You kissed his nose, your fingers twirling through strands of his hair as they rose. 

“That they’re absolutely true.” 

He pressed his forehead against yours, gently sighing. “I couldn’t agree more.” 

I Can’t Make You Love Me

…if you don’t. You can’t make your heart feel something that it won’t.

a Tony Stark series; author: @stvrktony | chapter 09

  • trigger: none.
  • word count: 2k+
  • summary: Reader and Tony found comfort in each other while they were trying to mend their own broken hearts.
  • a/n: there’s a huge time jump here because i need the plot to move further, but i hope you still find things easy enough to follow! I’ve already planned something or the next chapter, and it’s so exciting so stay tuned for that!
  • masterlist | ICMYLM masterlist | previous chapter

You retreated to your childhood bedroom after spending a few hours catching up with your family and enjoying a good home-cooked dinner by your mother. As soon as your body hit the bed, you immediately fell asleep and didn’t wake up until 9AM the next morning, which is already Christmas Eve. You can just hear the commotion downstairs. Your parents were well-known for their Christmas Eve party where they invite friends and work colleagues over, because Christmas Day is reserved only for family. Everyone were busy getting ready downstairs, and not even bothering to shower first, you put on the silk robe around your body and headed downstairs, hungry for some eggs and bacon.

As you descended the stairs, you can see people walking back and forth in your house setting things up, meanwhile your parents, grandparents, and your siblings are enjoying a good breakfast. Everyone greeted you good morning and you joined them for breakfast and it was a fun day all around. You helped your mother with organising the house and then you went to the mall with your sister and her children before finally getting ready for the get together with your parents’ closest friends. And by closest friends, there were almost a hundred people who had attended. Everyone had a great time, and that’s when you received a text from Tony.

How’s DC?

You smiled a little and quickly replied,

Cold and dull without you.

You continued to stare at the screen, waiting for a reply which showed up a second later.

I’m glad.

You giggled to yourself while you thought of a reply before you were surprised by your best friend who you haven’t seen since graduation. And just like that, you forgot to reply to Tony’s text. 

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Starry Eyes

ask : can you do 1 with Nico ?


1. “Do you want me to leave?”

This is giving me a more angsty ‘Mar de Cristal’ vibe and I’m loVING IT

listening to Too Good by Troye Sivan while reading this tho??? Will make you fuckin cry

warning : a death implied

Stars were sprinkled effortlessly and randomly through the dark night sky, the color blending in with the trees and earth, in an action where your eyes couldn’t differentiate between the three. Closing your eyes, you sat behind (g/p) cabin at three in the morning, your back against your cabin. Tugging your blanket over your shoulders, you opened your eyes and watched the stars again, a shaky breath escaping your lips. Surprised you haven’t got caught, you let your hand rest on the grass beside you, as you recalled the moments during the day that fucked you over in the worst way.

A stray tear left your eye, as you cursed quietly, getting mad at yourself for letting something like that have such a big impact on you. But, you knew, that something like that wasn’t little. It was big. You hated liars, especially when they made you look dumb, lifted your spirits high then shot them down in a matter of seconds, doing unspeakable things that- that- drove you insane. You dragged a hand through your short, (h/c) locks, chewing on your bottom lip in an attempt to stop the tears you thought as sheepish. You dragged the back of your hand across your cheek, smudging the tear across your face.

“Y/N.” You jumped slightly at the voice, not expecting anyone to be around, especially at this time. You looked up, glassy eyes making out Nico di Angelo in the dark of the night. “Are you okay?” He asked, a hint of concern in his voice. You shook your head, no use of lying now. It was dark, late, and you could use the company before you drove yourself insane. “Do you want me to leave?” Nico asked sheepishly, and you shook your head once more, letting your head hang.

“Stay. Please.” You croaked slightly, not really caring about your pride anymore. You got hurt, and the whole camp knew it. Your fingers traced over the many blades of grass, as Nico sat beside you, eyes trained on the sky. You both sat in the silence of the night, despite the rustle of leaves from the wind, and the various crickets deep in the forest singing their endless songs. Pretty soon the birds would join in their endless melody. You cursed again, voice shaky, resting your head against your cabin.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Nico finally asked, which seemed forced to you, but you didn’t mind. You did guilt trip the kid in staying with you, and the silence was becoming overbearing. A shaky breath escaped your lips, and you looked at the son of Hades, his usual deep brown eyes indistinct in the dark and shadows of three am.

“I’m sorry-” You stopped, pulling your gaze away from the son of Hades, letting it settle on the dark grass blades instead. “-you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to, Nico. I’m okay enough to stay alone.” You spoke. Unannounced to you, Nico frowned, looking out into the forest, pushing a hand through his messy, relatively long black locks. He wondered if he’d have a chance now, since you- no. Nico shook his head slightly.

“I’m staying, Y/N.” Nico spoke firmly, causing your head to rise, wide (e/c) eyes looking straight into his own. “You haven’t told me what’s wrong, and I can’t sleep anyway.” Nico shrugged, plucking a blade of grass and tossing it aside mindlessly. You sighed, choking back a cry from your lips, clamping your hand over your mouth.

“I-Um. Kam-” You cursed at the sound of the guy’s name escaping your lips, and you shook your head slightly. “Kam fucking made a fool of me. He made me-” You stopped again, ducking your head. “He fucked with my emotions so much, made me-” You slammed your fist against the back of your cabin, resulting in small bits and pieces shattering off the wall. “I hate Aphrodite.” You managed to grumble in your blind rage.

“What did he-” Nico’s voice died in his throat, as he watched you shrink away from his body. Nico clenched his fists slightly. “Y/N, he didn’t-” You refused to raise your head. Nico stood up, deciding that a few harsh words and stabs to the heart should do. Before he walked off, you wrapped your hand around his wrist, tugging the ghost king back.

“Stay here. Please.” You plead, and Nico turned, a scowl on his face. Sitting beside you once more, Nico grumbled beneath his breath, clenching his fists slightly. You grasped the blanket around you, and pulled it tightly around your shoulders once more.

“Y/N, you can’t just- you can’t stay quiet about this.” Nico said, a slight tone of anger in his voice. You sighed, tears welling in your dark, (e/c) eyes. A shaky breath escaped your lips, as your knuckles grew white from the grip on your blanket.

“Do you really think they’re going to fucking believe me, Nico? Me? Kam’s popular, he’s likable, he’s- fuck. I can’t say anything, Nico. They wouldn’t believe me.” Your voice became quiet, you hated that boy. He played with your heart so much, that you’ve done bad for him. You, you- You started crying, heart wrenching sobs that sent Nico off edge. You finally gave in, wrapping your arms around Nico’s torso, burying your face in the chest of the shocked son of Hades. “I didn’t want him to die, Nico. He died-Kam made me- He charmspeaked me to kill him I didn’t-” You choked on your own sorrow, pouring out the endless emotion that laid in your body.

Nico buried his hand in your hair, cooing quietly, lulling you back to tranquility. Your cries silenced slowly, and you looked up, grasping Nico’s tear stained shirt in your fists. “I’m sorry-” You croaked, eyes red, “-I tugged you into this mess, I don’t-” You stopped again, and pulled away from Nico’s grasps, wiping your tears from your face. You laughed slightly. “I’m sorry.” You repeated, leaning your head back and watching the stars above. Nico watched you with deep brown eyes. “You’re a good guy, Nico, you know that?” You spoke, and finally your gaze landed on the boy, who blushed.

Effortlessly, you grasped his hand in your own, pulling yourself closer to the slightly tensed boy, as you both sat in a silence beneath the black sky littered with soft, glowing stars. What a scene, you thought, two boys, holding hands beneath the dark sky littered with stars. One, face tear stained, red eyes staring into the sky, messy hair with a blanket draped over them. Another, dark messy hair falling into his eyes, deep brown eyes staring into the forest, a blush spread across his cheeks.

It was the first time, in a few weeks, where you felt, genuinely, okay. You felt cared for, for someone that you knew, and could potentially be in a relationship with, if he liked you back. And it felt good, a fuzzy warm feeling in your stomach erupted, and your eyes glanced over at Nico. The moonlight danced across his olive skin, the blush across his cheeks hidden from your eyes. “Nico?” You finally broke the silence, and watched as he turned, deep brown eyes flicking to your own.

“Hmm?” He hummed, trying to stay as cool as possible, despite his heart racing. It was around four in the morning, and he was holding hands with the one boy that made his stomach in a whirl and the boy’s smile made Nico’s brain melt. He was nervous, for reasons you didn’t know.

“Have I ever complimented you?” You asked, and Nico, in shock, squeezed your hand slightly, as a chuckle escaped your lips. Nico’s face burned, as he stared at the dark grass on the floor. Shaking his head, you frowned, furrowed eyebrows distinct against skin lit by the moon. “Well. It’s four in the morning, the moon is perfect, we’re past curfew, and I wouldn’t want anyone else beside me, I wouldn’t want anybody with me right now besides you. Literally nobody else.” You spoke, and Nico looked at you, a slight smile on his face.

“Really?” He asked.

“Really.” You replied, smiling at the grass.

And there you two sat, eventually falling for each other, and asleep on one another.

Two giddy, teenaged boys with fucked up lives, cloudy minds, and hearts of gold, who found love beneath a starry sky at four in the morning.


- nez