aw look i made something again!!!!

Sketch || Jughead Jones

Request from @carmineofmidgardHey !!i was wondering if you could write something with artist!reader x jughead fluff ? These are some Van Gogh quotes that I like, you could use them as like prompts: Art is to console those who are broken by life.

A/N: This my first oneshot ever written! I hope this fulfills your request!

Gif by @juptern

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“Art is to console those who are broken by life.” -Vincent Van Gogh

Saying you’ve had a tough life was an understatement. Your father had left the family when you were very little to be with his secretary leaving you and your mom alone. Your mom, while you adored her, kept pushing for you to become a doctor. She wanted you to have a successful and self-sustaining career; one that she never got to have. You on the other hand wanted to be an artist. Ever since your dad left, you loved to draw pictures of fantasy. Castles, dragons, princesses, and princes. Anything that could draw your mind away from your mom crying at night and less frequent phone calls from your happy father was a plus. Eventually, your drawings evolved into portraits. Well, secret portraits. You drew almost everyone in the school, but no one more than Jughead Jones III. Jughead fascinated you, and truth be told, you had a crush on him. How you could crush on someone that you knew nothing about and who didn’t even know your name was anyone’s best guess. As far as you could tell, the only thing you and Jughead had in common was the fact that you were both loners. That’s it.

You and Jughead had off fifth period and you both spent that time in the library, but not sitting next to each other or even near each other. Unfortunately, Reggie and his group also hung out in the library. It was an average Friday and you had just sat down in your chair in the library when Jughead came in, sitting in a chair across the room from you. Just as you pulled your sketchbook to draw, he pulled out his laptop to write. What he was writing, you had no idea. You began to draw the simple outlines of his face, gently moving your pen along the paper. You bit your lip and furrowed your eyebrows and you attempted to capture his facial structure and his emotions. You were so immersed with your drawing that you didn’t notice Reggie peering of your shoulder wearing a wolfish grin. He waited for the librarian to leave the room to copy some papers before he stood up and made his way over to you. Within the span of a second, Reggie quickly pulled the sketchbook from your hands, loudly proclaiming,

“Well, what do we have here, Y/N?”

Everyone in the library looked up from what they were doing, including Jughead. In a flash, you were on your feet, attempting to get your sketchbook back from Reggie.

“Give it back, Reggie!”

Reggie chortled as he looked through your sketches. He had struck gold.

“Everyone, look! Y/N’s got a thing for Norman Bates over here!”

Reggie held up your sketches for everyone to see. Panic and embarrassment flooded your senses and tears began to well up in your eyes as everyone began to laugh at you. Everywhere you looked you could see people laughing. Then you made eye contact with Jughead. He wasn’t laughing. He wasn’t even smiling. He was looking at you intensely, but he wasn’t glaring. There was a look of concern there as well. It was too much for you to bear and you quickly ran out of the library, down the hallway, and out of the school. Knowing you couldn’t go home without your mother knowing you were skipping class, you began the trek to Pop’s.

Pop knew you were upset the moment you walked into the diner. You were always so exuberant, always saying hello and asking him about his family first chance you got. But now? You were silent. Pop looked over at you and smiled softly.

“You want the usual?”

You nodded and sat in one of the booths, your back facing the door. Pop came over with a chocolate milkshake.

“It’s on me.” Pop said and winked.

You smiled gratefully at him and slowly sipped the milkshake, the familiar taste bringing you some relief. Then you remembered you left your backpack in the library. Your sketchbook. Reggie probably still had it. He was probably running copies of your sketches of Jughead to put up all over the school to humiliate you as much as he could. You felt the hot sting of tears coming back as you remembered the laughs and Jughead’s stare and quickly wiped them away. You didn’t know how long you were sitting there, just thinking about the day’s events before a jingle sounded out around the diner as the front door opened. You didn’t pay much attention to it, swirling your straw around the almost empty glass before you heard something being placed down on the floor beside you. You looked to your side and saw your backpack along with a figure standing right next to you. You knew those black pants and shoes. You froze as you realized who it was and slowly looked up, making eye contact for the second time that day with Jughead Jones III who had your sketchbook in his hand.

“I believe this is yours,” he said as he handed it to you.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you shakily took the sketchbook back.

“Y/N, right?”

You nodded.

“Yes.”

Your quiet voice was raw from crying and Jughead took notice. He gestured to the seat in front of you.

“Can I sit?”

You nodded, not trusting your own voice. With a quiet “thanks,” he took a seat and the two of you were silent for a moment. You swallowed again. You had to say something.

“How did you know where I was?”

You mentally smacked yourself. Really, out of everything you could’ve said, that’s what your brain came up with? Jughead raised his eyebrows at you.

“I didn’t actually. I came here because I was gonna grab a bite to eat before dropping your stuff off at your house.”

Your cheeks became bright red as you imagined Jughead in your house. Not that you’ve fantasized about that way too many times.

“Well, um, thank you. For giving me back my sketchbook and backpack and all,” you said. “How did you get them back?”

You remembered Reggie’s mean laugh as he held the sketchbook above your head and flinched at the memory. Jughead chuckled at your question.

“It wasn’t easy, let’s just say that.”

You smiled for the first time since the morning and looked down.

“They’re really good,” Jughead said.

You looked up at him inquisitively.

“Your sketches I mean.”

Your heart plunged to your stomach again as you remembered his stare across the room. You looked down again.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “It probably looks like I’m some weird stalker or something.”

You were silent as you waited for his response.

“Aw, that’s a shame,” Jughead said and you looked up at him again, confused by his nonchalant response. “I was kinda hoping you were. Would’ve made a great storyline for my novel.”

He smirked at you and you, realizing he was joking, smiled along with him. Jughead pointed at your empty glass.

“Can I buy you another milkshake?”

You smiled.

“I’d like that.”

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A/N: I hope that was okay! Let me know what you thought!

Yoongi Scenario: I’ll Give You The Sun.

Request: I wanted to request a “proposal”, where Yoongi asks y/n to marry him. Thank you girls + I’ll put both my requests in one ask! My first request is a late night trip with yoongi (like he calls you in the middle of the night for a car trip and takes reader to the sea [and there he propose to her])

Genre: Romance.


You woke up a bit startled, not expecting Yoongi’s lips just above your right ear making you tingle and confused at the same time.

-What is it babe?-

He kissed your ear making you have goosebumps. -Wake up-

You opened your eyes completely and sat. -But what is it? Yoongi it’s like… the middle of the night- you said not even knowing what time it was.

-Come on, get up and get dressed- he smiled when he turned on the lights and then you noticed he was fully dressed, jeans, a black t-shirt that exposed his collarbones if he leaned forward and a denim jacket. 

You were on a little vacation retreat in Jeju Island, it was your second day on the island and you had big plans for the rest of week, several activities typical of Jeju and of course lots of sleep, both of you needed that. So it took you by surprise that Yoongi was so eager to go out in the middle of the night. But then it made you remember that you used to do it a lot when you started dating, late night trips around the city. A smile came to your face and you got up from the bed, your boyfriend was such a low-key romantic. 

-Give me a second then-

You wondered what you should wear for this night late night extravaganza Yoongi had in mind. You giggle at the thought, he’d frown and grumble if you told him that. You went for a a little summer dress, you were in an island after all, so you had brought mostly shorts and dresses, but you wanted to be comfortable so you threw on the pretty black dress with purple and pink flowers print, the sleeves were long but they got wider from your elbow to your wrist making the simple dress have a trendy cut, you saw the rather low v-neck and decided that you had to also throw on a jacket just in case the night was chilly.

-Where are we going Yoongi?- you asked when you walked out of the bathroom. You had rushed on the light makeup and your hair since part of the emotion of the late night trips was the rush and the unexpected, but you still wanted to look nice.

-It’s a surprise- he said not giving anything away.

You pouted. -I just want to know if I’m good-

Yoongi came closer to you, and this time his smile didn’t fit on his face, it was contagious as you found yourself smiling back. -What?-

-You are beautiful Y/N- he leaned down and pecked your lips. -Let’s go-

You went together hand by hand, the hotel was well illuminated this late, but it was lone aside from some occasional personnel you encountered as you walked your way out of the building, it was a chilly night as you had suspected, you walked through the gardens and the pools the hotel had just before you found the exit to the beach. 

-Yoongi, what is this? where are we going?-

He smiled more and squeezed your hand as you started to walk in the sand, it slipped through your sandals and it was all over his shoes.

-You’ll see Y/N, just follow me-

You laughed. -I’m following you babe, but this…-

-Are you nervous?- he teased and you pushed his shoulder making him laugh louder.

-Wait a moment- you said leaning down to take off your sandals. - Yoongi!- you nagged when he snapped a picture of you as you were taking them off. He laughed and you shook your head knowing it couldn’t be helped -You too babe- you said as he complied and took off his shoes. -It’s so weird you came here with those and not your beloved sandals-

-I forgot, I wasn’t thinking about my footwear for tonight-

You sharpened your gaze with a coy smile. -And what were you thinking then?-

Yoongi smiled like a fool and squeezed your hand again, was he nervous? -Come Y/N-

The sand was cold and it was very smooth to the touch, so it was like a having a little massage as you walked through the scattered umbrellas that were closed for the night and the dozens lounge chairs in which you had come earlier to doze off. The hotel was beautiful at day time, but at this hour it had another feeling, more so with your heart pumping fast at the expectation of what Yoongi had in mind.

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[Got] 7 Deadly Sins: Wrath.

Do not be quickly provoked in your spirit, for anger resides in the lap of fools. (Ecclesiastes 7:9)

Originally posted by stanjimiin


Why must He be so unfair? Why did He make them so perfectly? I had never thought that I would come to feel anger for any of my Fathers creations but I had. At one point in time he had looked at me the way he looks down on them.That anger I had towards them, Humans, had become my downfall. My Father’s last words to me as I fell from heaven were,

“Fools give full vent to their rage, but the wise bring calm in the end.”

Eyes breaming with tears, I fell from the heavens, to an earthy place, full of those who I despised, because of my sin, wrath.


It has been a year since my banishment and wandering this earth was painful until I met her. The light in my darkness. The embodiment of the perfection, which, I had despised, had become my alter.  I hadn’t thought that I would ever understand what my Father had seen in such fragile things, but she opened my eyes. She had been the only human being who tried to get close to me despite my insults, and cold exterior. That respect for her persistence quickly turned to a love of sorts. Now here we are, her body lain in my arms, as I slowly trace my fingers along her feminine curves bathed in sunlight.

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anonymous asked:

Hey can you address why you made a comic that implies being mentally disabled is equal to being dead like lol come on. herzspalter[.]tumblr[.]com/post/134087895230/personality-adjustments-i-thought-it-might-be

Good evening!

Yes, I think I can address it, because this is not what I wanted to imply at all, and I think this is based on different ways of interpreting Transformers, so please bear with me as I try to explain and reflect on myself: (this got really lengthy, I’m sorry!)

Please read the whole thing!

So for those who don’t feel like reading the whole comic, it’s an old thing I made about TFA Perceptor and the fact that he erased his personality components in order to make place for science, based on a note in the TFA Almanac that states just that. It’s from the perspective of Red Alert who observes Drift reacting to it and her own thoughts about the thing, and to her and Wheeljack, it feels like they’ve lost a good friend. That’s basically the whole thing, but please feel free to have a look yourself if you’re interested.

Alright so, first of all, I think I need to make something very clear: 
to me, there is a huge difference between mechanical aliens and human beings, and that’s why I wrote this. To me, Transformers are aliens that happen to work like robots, fully mechanical, and don’t work the same as humans. So when I imagine a robot literally removing parts of the machinery that produces their personality so they can put other things in there, I think of it as making space on a computer to install something else. 
To me, this is not how humans work at all, and I would not even think about writing this story about a human character because that would be absurd and ridiculous and, honestly, a dick move. 

From your message I assume you mean to say that I wanted to imply that human beings who can’t express emotions or feel are basically dead, yes? (and if I misunderstood and you meant something else, I apologize, please let me know what you meant in that case) 
This was really, really not my intention and didn’t come up in my mind a single second while I was writing and drawing that comic, because again, this is not how humans work and I wanted to write this story about robotic beings, not humans. Something I love about Transformers is that they work so differently, and that you can write about mechanical proceedings and processes from the viewpoint of a machine that lives. 
I do get where you are coming from, there’s a lot of things in TF that pretty much directly represent something we humans experience or do. And I think this is a bit of a personal preference, but I really really like it more when Transformers do and experience things that are impossible for human beings,which is why i like to write things like this. 

And to me, removing your personality components to make room for science is just that, a robotic ability that I found interesting and alien. I don’t know if you’ve seen the G1 cartoon, but there’s an episode where Starscream builds the Combaticons from old vehicles and he steals personality components, which are these cube thingies he just stuffs into the robots and they come to life immediately with a set personality. That’s not how human beings work at all, we’re not made like that, and that’s how I personally see Transformers as a whole: sort of like humans in some aspects, but very very different when it comes to body, culture and what makes them alive. More “Optimus Prime once died but stored his personality on a floppy disc so it was cool” than “Transformers are like humans” for me personally. I just like aliens a lot.

A human being who is unable to (or having difficulties to) feel, express emotions or anything similar to that is very much alive and a person, I wouldn’t even think about saying otherwise. To me, it’s absolutely not the same as an alien robot removing something from their storage to add something else in it. 
As I said earlier, I personally prefer it when TFs do things that aren’t possible like that for humans, because you can write stories about different things, about what they mean in their context, and that’s how I went about this.

That’s all I can say about this really, I think? I just wanted to write a story about a robot alien literally removing data from his head to make space for science and his friends feeling sad about it because for this species of very hard to kill mechanical beings, there’s other types of fears and things that can happen to someone. Computer horror, so to speak.

I really, honestly did not even think for a second that this has anything to do with human beings, and I would not ever write something like this with humans. I am very sorry for upsetting you, and I apologize to anyone who felt like I was implying such an awful thing. I honestly did not mean to do that.
The comic, of course, seems like that’s clear to me personally, but that may very well be because, well, I wrote it and I obviously know what I meant in each panel. Looking through it again now, more than a year after, with what you said in mind, I think I could have handled this better. I’m still happy that I made this comic, because again, to somebody who sees TFs like I do, a human connection doesn’t happen, but this is something I could have made more clear. 
Even though I genuinely didn’t intend for this to imply that this is representative of mentally disabled people, I think I can see now how it can come across that way. I will keep this in mind and will try to think of it next time I write something, to make sure what I think is clear on paper and not just in my head, and to not upset or hurt anybody through carelessness, because yeah even if it’s an accident, it can still do damage. 

To summarize: I wrote this with the mindset of somebody who doesn’t like to compare Transformers to humans very much and who saw this as a story about a computer mind instead of a human mind, and nothing more. With that said though, if anybody saw it as a mean-spirited implication, I think I get where you are coming from, and though this was an accident that I was simply not thinking could even happen, I sincerely apologize to anybody who was upset or hurt by what they read. I promise you that it was out of carelessness and not out of ill-will, and I will try to not repeat such a thing again, because I really really don’t want to hurt anybody. 

Anon, I thank you for your message and I hope this explains where I’m coming from. I am genuinely sorry that I upset you, and I will do my best to improve my writing to the point where what I intend to do is clear on paper and to re-think what I want to write about enough times so I can pick up on possible implications like this early enough for re-writes. It’s been well over a year since I made this comic and I feel like I’ve grown since then.
The implication was not my intention, and I think I could have been more careful with how I write this thing. Transformers are not like humans to me, and that’s why I wrote it. 

Nighthawk

I was fifteen when I realised that my imagination was the strongest force I would ever feel.

My mum knew too and she knew I was up to something. I scrambled around pulling on jumpers I owned and then threw them repetitively back onto the floor of my bedroom with an audible angst. I hadn’t eaten any dinner. I had pulled straighteners through my thick curls over and over and filled the room with plumes of smoke as they singed through my tangled hair.

“Sophie has fallen out with her mum again and wants me to meet her in the field behind her house.”

“It is cold, why don’t you just invite her here and we can all talk it through?”

“She’s been crying, she is too embarrassed”

My mum smiled and I blushed.

“I am pleased you girls look out for each other”.

She knew I was telling a lie, she had witnessed the tell tale signs, my wavering shoe gaze and freshly made up face at 22.00 on a school night but having once been a teenage girl herself she kindly ignored my lie and told me to “be careful”, her own sort of blessing.

It was cold. This far into the countryside the stars shone like they were at a party in sequined dresses. The lack of pollution prohibited any heat from the day from lingering and I shivered feeling a direct closeness to the universe. I was fifteen and at the center of it.

I had asked him to meet me four doors down from my house, which I told him was “the one with the most flowers”. I spun a few more lies for fun; I told him I was with friends behind the wooden stile drinking wine. I wanted him to think he flowed into my sociable evening, not that I had been cross-legged on the floor of my bedroom for the last hour reading Anais Nin thinking of this moment. The night was so full and heavy, I smiled knowing I had yesterday eaten all my carrots in preparation but I knew the trees and the brambles like I knew the crack in my bedroom ceiling and so could enjoy the woozy mixture of bravery and fear, which I guess they call rebellion.

I stood in the alleyway in silence and I waited.

After five minutes some headlights slowed and my phone vibrated. There he was in a car on the other side of the road- my future. I climbed over the stile with my hood up; the single strand of hair fell down on purpose. His tall frame was hunched over in the old mini cooper; I couldn’t see his face, just his luminous BFG silhouette in the single street lamp. I tried to open the door but couldn’t seem to get the latch right. He lent over and opened it for me.

“Hi”

“Hey”

I shrank into my hood and turned my gaze to my 15-dernier tights, which I picked at with devout concentration. He didn’t say anything but he didn’t need to, there was music on and we started to drive out of my village towards the town. He’d said he needed to fill up his car so I guessed that was where we were headed. I was so full of awe. I stared at his curled hands on the wheel of a vehicle that could move foreword at a rate of 30 mph or more, a whole vessel rattling along with us enclosed. Driving was the best way to get to know someone, both concealed in the foreword gaze, gaining distance if nothing else. I turned my face to study his, lucky that his eyes must stay fixed on the road giving me a moment to study the corners of his jaw, where the headlights hit his nose, the shaking human hairs that covered it like lit up grass and in its shadow, caved his eyes into darkness. I was trying to take a picture in my mind of the beginning of the rest of my life. I guessed he was thinking of something wild and serene like a renaissance painting or a Keats poem. He looked kind and nervous. In short I was in love.

I had imagined all these scenarios about what might happen if we were to meet. Words would tumble out of our mouths and erupt into bursts of laughter, we’d drive, taking it in turns with no regard for the law to a coastal town where we would crack open a pink lobster on a sun warmed step, the sea water licking our toes. I would write letters to my friends back at school, who would writhe around in jealousy while we discussed real questions that exceeded my age group, good and evil, the teachings of Freud… I had taken everything I wanted out of life and encased it all in his image, the ones I had clicked repetitively over on Facebook. I decided that I would fill him with ideas and polish all of his lacking thoughts so that he could be perfect, and I could be his. Young girls in love were selfless.

We were still driving in silence; I was feeling calmer now and in tune with my thoughts. I took down my hood and hummed along to ‘when the sun hits’. Why wasn’t he saying anything? I wanted to surprise him with my adaptability, my ability to compliment and to laugh. The car pulled up at the petrol station and he swung his long limbs out to pour petrol into the car. I felt it flowing into the engine and giving me courage. The petrol station shone in artificial light like the bar in Nighthawks. I thought, “I will tell this to him and he will be impressed”. I got out of the car and propped my arms onto the roof with my hair falling down my back, I was shaking like a cat in fur. He looked at me and walked in the opposite direction.  I would have done anything for him.

When he came back to the car I compared our scene with the painting. He said he hadn’t seen it and that he thought art was ‘pretentious’. I pondered the word, which I have never liked. Then he smiled with his teeth, put his hand on my head and said:

“You shouldn’t attempt to understand things that aren’t useful’

I smiled back and the corners curled down. If I were a painting I would be wielding a weapon. As we started to drive again I felt a strange new feeling cloud my previous awe it was like disappointment with a backbone. Had I made him up inside my head? I wanted to watch his face say something that would inspire me in the same way the idea of him had so unfairly moved me. I stared at him, like I might look at the taxidermy dodo in Tring museum whose feathers were rotting and frowned. The lights in the road rolled away under us, cat eyes winking with a knowing nod. We were getting closer to my house, my favorite trees a canopy of lit up leaves and I was almost grateful. The music started to interest me, it’s floating shoe gaze words cut through the scene.  A wash of carefully selected notes played on instruments somebody looked at and loved. I came back to myself. We pulled up onto the curb. He looked over with questioning eyes and was different. I smiled and got out. The night seemed warmer now, my vision focused and my head clear and full of wonder.

Through the window in the kitchen I could see my mum, reading in the corner with her glasses on and wild hair tumbling around her face and felt all that awe settle on her in her simple solitude. I went to read with her and felt my heart get stronger.

Waking Days Ch1 - Enter Bill Cipher

A/N: Helllooo and thank you for being so patient with me. I know, I know, with that little joke I had it coming, but look, I’ve finally delivered!

I took a long while with figuring out a title for the long fic, and I may change it later, but this is what I’ve got for now, so feedback is appreciated. (And yes, the chapter title is literally the same one as from Flat Dreams. I am a nerd.) Enjoy, you guys. :3

Warning: Implied substance abuse. 

AU by @doodledrawsthings. Based on Flat Dreams by @pengychan.

“He that sleeps feels not the tooth-ache.”

W. Shakespeare, Cymbeline


Ever since he took that deal, he’d been regretting it.

Looking back now, he would take a million years in that stone tomb over what that giant salamander had subjected him to. He hadn’t expected on getting his power back, not really, but the least that jerk could do was give him a proper form. Hell, or at least keep him a triangle. But he’d never expected this. He’d been thrown into this form with no directions, no explanation except “You must absolve your crime.”

Yeah, great, what the hell did that even mean.

He hated it. He hated everything about this stupid body, about this weak pitiful meat sack that frilly asshole decided to shove him in. He had nothing, no power, no immortality, no means of escape. And if that wasn’t enough, he was slowly dying. He could even feel it. The slow, painful way each cell was loosing its energy. In just a few decades he would degrade, grow cold and end up feeding worms before he knew it, if this sack of flesh didn’t give up on him even sooner. After watching humans for so long, he’d seen just how easily they could die, hell he’d even been the cause of a lot of them. He’d found it funny, how easily they can break.

He didn’t now.

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The Way You Are - Kim Yugyeom


Slow and sensual was his first intent as his newly released song on SoundCloud echoed within the black walls of the practice room. Yugyeom had invited you to see him practice his dance to the song he worked so hard on, and admiringly you agreed without remembering what you’d be getting yourself into. As you walked into the JYP Entertainment headquarters, you bowed a little to the secretary as you began to explain who you were, since you remembered one of the hyungs mentioning there was a new receptionist. But as you were offering your explanation, your name was called out.

“Y/N!” called out Jinyoung. “You’re here because Yugyeom called?” The rest of GOT7 knew about how you and Yugyeom were dating, but as you nodded, Bambam who made his appearance with a towel around his neck became pale.

“Bam, you okay?” you asked, and he bit his lip to keep himself from laughing at your terrible decision. He walked over to you, taking your arm and dragging you to the practice room, only to leave you there alone. Why were they acting this way? But as you opened the door, taking a step inside, it suddenly dawned upon you as you laid eyes on your boyfriend. He was in his sexiest state when he was dancing.

Yugyeom wore a serious face as he danced to his song, lip-syncing along at times. You were so intrigued by his movements that you simply stood there, watching until he noticed your presence. It didn’t take long until the song was over, moving over to the shelf where his phone and his bottle of water were resting. He put the song on pause, taking the water bottle as he looked over to you with a smile. Then and there, your jaw simply dropped. You forgot that this boy could go from the sexiest thing alive to the world’s biggest fluffball in the span of 2 milliseconds.

“Jagiya! You made it!” he exclaimed, wearing a grin that could stop the hearts of every iGOT7, if they ever had a chance to see it. It spread to you, moving closer to him and opening your arms to engulf the gentle giant. “Of course I did, there’s nothing better than spending an afternoon watching my sexy boyfriend practice.”

The poor boy’s face went red with your words as he wrapped his arms around you like he was the tortilla of a burrito and you were the filling. He leaned down to give you a peck on the lips before asking you to start up the song again. You watched him stretch out his arms and his legs a little, jumping as he shook himself off. His white t-shirt was sticking to his skin from sweat and his sweatpants hugged his legs deliciously. Could this boy be any more attractive?

The intro of his song started with him facing the back of the room, simply making different gestures with his arms to the beat of the music. But just as he, in the song, began to sing, he turned around, staring you in the eyes as he rolled his body, mouthing the words. You actually had to shake your head, to make sure you knew who and what you were looking at. To you, he just looked like a piece of meat right now, and he hadn’t even started…

As the song kept going, you could feel your face get warmer with every intense body roll and hip thrust he made. You could feel yourself sliding off of your seat by the time the chorus came along, raising your now cold hands to your face to help cool off a little.

“You know

You know…

I just wanted you to know baby…”

By this point of the song, this boy was on the floor, and God, you couldn’t handle it. You didn’t even notice that the other members had filed in to watch, until Mark swan dove on to Yugyeom while he was on the floor, Jackson bursting into laughter as Youngjae made an exclamation you could barely hear on top of the music.

“Aiyah! Maknae, can’t you see that she’s dying right now?!” Jinyoung said, amused as Mark smacked his head lightly. Bambam could only laugh at the situation, Jaebum having walked straight out when he remembered Yugyeom’s dance routine for the song. Leader-hyung didn’t want to see that again.

“But Y/N-ah was enjoying it! I could tell by the look in her eye.”

It was true, you were in complete awe of how he was moving his body, but it made you want something a little more.

“I was,” you state to confirm Yugyeom’s statement. “But he’ll be at my place tonight, is that alright?”

Now it was Yugyeom’s turn for his face to go red before smirking at you confidently.

His plan worked in the end.

#Balm

At first, he thinks she’s pregnant.

It’s not impossible- Not with the amount of time they spend shagging. They may use condoms and the pill but no birth control method is 100% effective (a fact his parents had illustrated beautifully by landing themselves with him.)

It’s not like the notion is an unpleasant one, either: he has occasionally found himself wondering what a little girl with Molly’s eyes and his curls might look like- Just as he has- occasionally- pictured a boy with Molly’s sweet smile and his laugh.

So no, given that he’s now committed to Molly, the notion of offspring doesn’t seem as off-putting as it once did.

In fact, he finds the thought rather… lovely.

Be that as it may, however, he soon deduces that it can’t be pregnancy which causes Molly to scurry into the bathroom as soon as she comes home from work, her head down and her cheeks reddened.

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Exchange

Originally posted by raditudelab

Requested: No

Pairing: Finn Bàlor x Reader

Word Count: 2412

Warning[s]: Alcohol, Angst, Cursing & Fluff

Summary: A few years after breaking up with Finn, he is still in love with Y/N. Y/N has evolved from the person he once knew. He believes that she doing so much better without him, and he will drag her down. In reality, Y/N keeps this facade to hide her true feelings. After a night of drinking, Finn comes to Y/N‘s hotel room unannounced. Y/N let him in and take care of him for the night. Before falling asleep, he reveals his true feelings for her. In the morning, she confront him.

Tag[s]: @wweobsession1029

A/N: This is my very first one shot on here. Please don’t give me too much scrutiny if it’s terrible. Based on the song Exchange by Bryson Tiller. Requests are open!! 


This what happens when I think about you. I get in my feelings, I start reminiscing. Next time around, fuck, I want it to be different. Waiting on a sign, I guess it’s time for a different prayer. Lord, please save her for me. Do this one favor for me. I changed my player ways, got way too complicated for me. I hope she is waiting for me.

Tears welled in my eyes as I read over the text messages on Finn’s phone. 

Emmy: Finn, are you going to come over tonight?

Finn: Of course, I will. It may be a little while though.

Emmy: Why Finny? It’s been a good week since I saw you! 

Finn: I know baby, but I have other things to do tonight before I see you.

Emmy: Is it revolving around that bitch, Y/N?

Finn: Stop referring to Y/N as a bitch.She is one of your best friends, but you still choose to call her that? You know how much it irks me when you call her that.

Emmy: Why don’t you leave her already? You’ve been cheating on her for months. I’m the real woman since I fulfill your needs unlike her. Y/N is nothing more than a boring, naive, little bitch. She gets whatever she wants… However, she is not getting you too! She doesn’t deserve you, Finn, I do.

Finn: You’re out of line Emmy. You know I would never do that to Y/N. I’ll not come over if you keep talking to me like that.

Emmy: Okay… Fine.

Finn has been cheating on me for months… How could I have been so damn oblivious? Emmy is was one of my best friends. I should have known this would happen. Emmy told me I would lose Finn if I continued being “my plain Jane self”. She said someone would swoop in and snatch him up for themselves. Little did I know, Emmy was the very person.

I introduced Finn to Emmy. The worst mistake I ever made… Emmy is right, I a naive as hell. 

The sound of footsteps interrupted my thoughts. “Babe, I made ‘he popcorn.” Finn’s accent filled my ears as he walked into the living room.

I got up from the couch, and I made eye contact with him. We planned on watching Lego Movies for the night. No way that was happening.

“Is ‘here anything wrong babe? ‘hy do you have my phone?” Finn asked. His facial expression showed confusion, but I looked into his blue orbs. Finn’s eyes read a man, who was caught red-handed.

“Why do I have your phone?!” I rhetorically asked, throwing my head back. I tried holding my tears back to no avail. Then, I looked at him, head-on. “Your phone went off. I went to reply, but I saw the message from Emmy. I didn’t think that you would be friends with Emmy, let alone, text her. I looked through the messages, and I was “amazed” by what I saw. You’ve been cheating on me with one of my best friends. And you thought I would never find out?! Do you think that I am really that stupid?! You never meant it when you told me you loved me… Didn’t you? Actually, I don’t need you to answer that since it’s crystal clear.” I grabbed my keys off of the coffee table, and I slipped on my shoes.

“Y/N, I love yer. You know that without a doubt. Emmy means nothin’ to me, I promise yer that. Trust me, babe.” Finn said. It sounded like he meant it, but I am not falling for that crap.

I ignored Finn, and I walked to the door. He grabbed my arm, gently as I opened the door.

“Let me go, Finn!!!” I yelled, looking into his eyes with my tear-stained ones.

“No, Y/N, I can’t let yer go. E’ery time I told yer, I loved yer, I meant it. I will ‘lways be in love with yer. Don’t let my mistake changed e’erythin’ between us. Please, don’t ‘eave me Y/N. I’m pleadin’ wit yer.” He pleaded. Finn looked remorseful and apologetic, but I won’t budge. There is no way in hell I will fall for his tricks. This has to be one of those tricks.

“I don’t believe you, Finn. You’re nothing more than a lying, dirty, cheater. I’m not falling for your silly games. Go be with Emmy because I am breaking up with you. I hope you have a nice life with Emmy.” I told him, and I pulled my arm back. I was able to get out of his grip since his grip on my arm softened. Then, I pulled the bracelet he gave me off of my wrist, and I threw it on the ground. 

Finn had a blank expression on his face. It was as if he was in a trance-like state. This is a side I never saw from him before. I took this moment to leave. Once I ran out of Finn’s apartment, I ran to my car. When I was in my car, tears flowed out of my eyes like a waterfall. After a few minutes of crying, I started up my car. I drove out of the parking lot…

“Who in their right mind hates pizza? Everyone loves pizza.” Sasha exclaimed. 

“Believe me, my cousin hates pizza. She threw up the very first time she ate it.” Bayley said.

“I don’t think I can believe you. There is a kind of pizza for everybody. I don’t think she has found the right pizza for her.” A giggle fell from my lips. Sasha equated finding the right kind of pizza to finding the right person.

“I think pizza is not for her.” Bayley shrugged her shoulders. “I’ve accepted it, and I thnk you should too Sasha.”

“No way.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Y-” I had to interject before they got into a full-blown debate about pizza.

“Stop, Bayley, Sasha, we aren’t arguing about pizza.” I interrupted them. Almost in unison, they pouted. I couldn’t help but laugh at the women.

“Alright Y/N, Sasha and I are planning to go out on the town after Raw. Do you want to come with us?” Bayley asked. Before I could give my answer, I saw Finn in the distance. He was walking down the hall. The moment we made eye contact changed my mind.

“No- I am going to just stay in my hotel for the night.” I stated, turning on my heels and walking away from the women. Three years later… and I still can’t handle being around him. One reason is because I am still in love with him. Why?! He cheated on me. I should have moved on by now. He’s moved on too… Finn’s moved on by now…

I felt someone’s hand on my shoulder, "Finn-” I began, but I turned around to see Sasha.

“Y/N, Y/N, it’s been three years. You will have to make peace with everything that happened sooner or later.” Sasha told me.

“I know, I know…” I shrugged my shoulders. “I’m going to head out since I have no other commitments tonight.” I said, hugging Sasha.

“Okay, but text me when you get to the hotel.”Sasha stated, as I pulled away from the hug.

“You know it.” I said, “See you later.”

“Bye!” I began walking away. Once again, I saw Finn. He stared at me in awe. It was like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t know what to say. I looked away from him. Whenever he is around, I try saving face. However, I know I am failing at it.

Hours Later

The nightly marathon of Forensic Files was on, which I tune into every night. I sent Sasha a text message once I made it to my room. That was a few hours ago, now it’s nearing two in the morning. I have to go to bed or I will risk being  crabby when I have to get up. Just as I leaned over to turn out the lights, I heard a knock on my door. Who could it be at this time of night? A huff fell from lips as I got out of bed. Then, I opened the door, and my eyes widen at the site of the very person behind my door. It was Finn…

“Y/N… ‘ts been sooooo long. We need to talk.” Finn slurred. He was intoxicated, and I couldn’t leave him out in the hall. Who knows what could happen to him. If anything bad were to happen to him, you wouldn’t forgive yourself.

“Finn, come on in.” I said, taking his hand, guiding him into my room. He was stumbling slightly. A chuckle fell from his lips. 

“Yer hand is very soft.” He chuckled again, and I shook my head. Then, kicked the door closed with my foot.

“It’s time to lay down Finn. You’re drunk right now, and you need to sleep it off.” I told him, as I sat him onto one of the beds in the room.

“I’m not drunk Y/N. I’m just feelin’ good.” Finn insisted, still slurring his speech. 

“We’re not debating this.” I said, guiding him to lay in bed. Then, I put then I put the cover over his body.

Finn pouted, “Yer light ‘ts on. Yer must be stayin’ up. Why can’t I stay up wit yer?” He asked, still pouting. I sighed, and I turned my light out.

“The light is out now Finn. I am going to bed as well.” I insisted, hoping he would believe me.

“Fine Y/N.” He huffed, before rolling to the left side,his back facing me. Hopefully, I will get some sleep. Then, I walked up to my bed, climbing into bed. 

After twenty, I believed Finn was asleep at this point. I haven’t heard his voice in a good ten minutes. My eyes began closing, and I felt myself doze off when I heard Finn’s voice.

“Y/N” I heard the man say.

“What is it Finn?” 

“I love yer, so much. After all ‘his time, I still am in love with yer. I wish yer could know ’hat. I regret ‘hat I did e’ery day.” My mouth widen in shock. He still loves me? I can’t believe this. Drunken tangents does mean sober thoughts… Right?

“F-” Before I could say anything, I heard snoring. Shit. The alarm had 2:45 in red, so I should go to sleep anyway. I closed my eyes once again before dosing off.

When I woke up in the morning, I heard a groan. I opened my eyes, seeing Finn with his hand on his head.

“Fuck…”  Finn groan. He didn’t realize I was up. 

“Morning…” I began, and he turned his attention to me, “ You need some aspirin for that headache of yours?” I asked while grabbing the bottle off of the nightstand.

“Yes, please, Y/N.” Finn stated. I got out of bed, untwisted the cap and poured two pills into my hand. Then, I grabbed a water bottle from the mini fridge. I walked over to him, handing the pills and bottle to him, “Here you go.” I said.

Finn smiled, “T’ank yer Y/N.” He said, patting a spot next to him. My eyebrows raised, and I sat next to him. He took the aspirin while drinking his water. There was an awkward silence for a while. “I don’t remember a thing… I was so shitfaced. How did I e’en get ‘ere?” 

I looked over at him, “You knew must have my room number since you showed up here last night.” I told him. His eyes widen, as if he knew he fucked up.

“Well, I guess it was just a coincidence.” Finn lied.

“Finn… I don’t think it was. Last night, you told me that you are still in love with me. Also, you regret what happened to us.” I looked him in his eyes. A hint of fear showed in them.

“Damn. I fucked up once ‘gain.” He said, “I know yer hate me. I ruined your friendship with Emmy, I cheated on yer, and I kept yet up wit my bullshit. Hell, I ‘ever deserved yer in the first place. I know damn well you don’t want me back. I ruin e’erything for yer.” Finn got up, “I better go. I placed my hand on his arm, and he looked down at me, confused.

“Sit back down Finn.” He sat back down, next to me. Finn was still confused about what was going on.

“Y/N… What-” He began, but I interrupted him.

“You had your time to speak, now it is my turn.” I said. Then, I took a deep breath. A million things ran through my mind. “Finn, I will tell you, you did hurt me when you cheated on me. Especially since you cheated on me with Emmy. I’m a good actress… I never moved on. I invested more time into wrestling to fill that void. I love you too Finn, I am just not sure if I can-” I started, but he interrupted me.

“I know what you’re going to say. You’re not sure that you can trust me again. I can understand that. I did yer wrong. I’m willing’ to prove to yer that I mean it when I say I love yer. ‘ven if it will take me a thousands years to do so.” Finn said, looking me in my eyes. A smile crept on my lips. It was the affirmation I needed. 

“You know what Finn? I am willing to give you another change.” I smiled.

“Really? Yer giving me another chance? I won’t make yer regret it.” He said looking into my eyes. His eyes are still mesmerizing to me after all this time. I tried holding back the urge to kiss him, but he is like a magnetic… The more I tried getting away, the more I get sucked in. He leaned down, slowly, kissing my lips. I kissed him back, almost immediately. Sparks coarse through me like the first time we kissed. I missed lips. After what seemed like eternity, he pulled away from the kiss. His lips were still on mine.

“I love yer Y/N.” He said, smiling

“I love yer too.” I said back to him, a smile on my own lips. 

The Sun and Moon (Harrison Osterfield)

Originally posted by starkquinzel

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Stan!Reader, Sebastian Stan x Sister!Reader

Warning: Cursing

Summary: Y/N is Sebastian Stan’s little sister, who he decided to bring on set with him since he and his sister are inseparable. And while on set, Y/N finds herself falling for Harrison, her new friend Tom’s best mate, and can’t help but think he doesn’t notice her.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: This cute fic was requested by anonymous who said, “oooh 😊 can you please do a fic with Harrison where maybe the reader is the younger sibling of one of the avengers cast and she doesn’t think he notices her ? thank you 😊😁💓”


Masterlist Request a Prompt


“You know, it’s rude to stare.” Sebastian stated from behind you.

You pulled your eyes away from the boys that stood far before you and looked at your older brother.

“I wasn’t staring.” You replied. “I was just observing.”

“Well, then you were doing some creepy and rude observing.” Sebastian mocked. “Just go talk to him, Y/N.”

“No, no way. I’m not talking to him. He doesn’t even know who I am.”

“You sound like you did when you were in high school.” Sebastian said with a shake of his head. “Just go up and talk to him. I mean, Tom’s with him and you guys are friends aren’t you?”

“Well, yeah but-”

“But nothing. If you want Harrison to notice you, you just have to talk to him or make an ass of yourself like you always do.”

You gasped and playfully slapped your brother’s arm. “I have never made an ass of myself!”

Sebastian arched an eyebrow and gave you a look, a devilish smirk on his lips.

“Oh, really? What about that time you tackled the school mascot-”

“That was a dare.”

“Okay. What about the time you got wasted and projectile vomited-”

“You’re the one who got me drunk!”

“Ugh, fine. What about the time you took a nose dive down the stairs and-”

“You tripped me and I broke my nose!”

“Quit making excuses!” Sebastian exclaimed.

“Quit getting me into trouble!” You replied.

“Just go talk to him! My god, Y/n, if you don’t talk to him sooner or later I’ll just tell him about the little crush you have on him.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, but I would.” Sebastian remarked.

“You are the worst.”

“But, you love me.” Sebastian chuckled. “I got to go film, but you have to talk to him. You just have to.”

“Why do you keep pushing this?” You asked with a raised brow. “Is there something I don’t know?”

“You’ll never know if you don’t talk to him.”

“But I like admiring him from afar.”

“Y/N, you creep, just do what you’re told. I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, Seb.” You sighed, placing your chin in your hand as you watched Tom and Harrison joke around, debating on whether or not you really wanted to talk to them.

“Y/N!” Tom hollered, his voice pulled you from your train of thought.

“Yeah?!”

“Come here!” He replied, motioning for you to come to where he and Harrison were standing.

You arose from your seat and ran over to them.

“What’s up, Holland?”

“Nothing much, Stan.” Tom said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Harrison and I were wondering if you wanted to go get dinner with us.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Tom. Sebastian said something about wanting to go get take out and watch movies with Chris and Anthony.” You replied, your eyes not on Tom, but Harrison.

“Come on, Y/N, we never hang out and you always hang out with the guys.”

“Well, yeah. Cause they’re my brother’s friends. I’m better friends with Chris than Anthony, but you know what I’m saying.”

“Can’t you ditch the guys for one night and hang out with us? I want to get to know you better.”

You thought about it for a moment, you really didn’t want to hang out with the guys and Tom and Harrison were good guys. You also thought about Sebastian telling you to talk to Harrison and not make an ass of yourself, but your stubbornness was definitely making you seem like an ass.

“Okay, fine. I’d like to get dinner with you guys.” You agreed. “Besides, it’s not like the guy’s will miss me that much. We hang out all the time.”

“I bet Chris will miss you.” Harrison spoke up.

“What makes you say that?” You asked, wondering why he was bringing up Chris.

The first time you’re going to hang out with the guy you have a thing for is the first time he asks you about another guy.

“Well, you guys are dating, aren’t you?”

You laughed. You laughed hysterically.

“What? Me and Chris? God, no! He’s like my brother. Hell, he acts like my brother!” You exclaimed with laughter. “Me and Chris aren’t dating.”

“Oh.” Was all Harrison had to say.

“I should go tell the guys that I won’t be having dinner with them. I’ll be right back.” You stated.

“I’ll come with you. I need to talk to Sebastian about a scene were doing tomorrow.” Tom said, following you away from Harrison and towards your brother’s trailer.

You two walked in silence before Tom spoke up.

“I know about your crush on Harrison.” He said softly.

“Let me guess, Sebastian told you?” He nodded. “Figured. He can’t keep a secret to save his life.”

“Well, neither can I because I had to tell him a secret to get that secret out of him.” Tom explained.

“Well, what was the secret?”

“I can’t tell you because it’s a secret.”

“But you told Sebastian! And we have the same DNA, so we’re like the same person.”

“I won’t tell you the secret, but I’ll tell you this,” Tom started, “You look at Harrison like he’s the sun and he looks at you and thinks you’re as beautiful as the moon and it’s a fucking tragedy cause you both think the other is looking at the goddamn ground.”

You internalized Tom’s words for a moment, too shocked to know how to respond as you approached Sebastian’s trailer.

“Wait, so Harrison likes me?” You asked. “How? I thought he didn’t notice me.”

“It’s cause you both don’t talk to each other! You’re both a couple of pansies let me tell you.” Tom exclaimed, annoyed.

“Goddammit. I’m an idiot.” You shook your head before you opened the trailer door and climbed in.

Sebastian and the guys were seated on the couch in the trailer, all three looking at you expectedly.

“So, are you going to hang out with Tom and Harrison?” Sebastian asked.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” You looked between Sebastian and Tom.

“They’re in kahoots.” Chris spoke up. “Come on, kid, did you really think this was all an accident? They’ve been planning this shit for a week.”

Sebastian jabbed Chris in the ribs with his elbow. “You weren’t supposed to tell her all that.”

“Sorry.” Chris mumbled, rubbing his side.

“You guys should probably go, wouldn’t want to keep that boyfriend of yours waiting.” Sebastian said.

You crossed your arms over your chest and blushed. “He isn’t my boyfriend.”

“Not yet.”

“Let’s go.” Tom said, grabbing a hold of your arm and leading you out if the trailer.

You walked in silence, lost in your own worlds until you made it back to where Harrison was waiting for you.

Tom coughed as you guys approached Harrison. “You guys should go ahead. I’m not starting to feel well.”

“You bastard.” You whispered so that only Tom could hear.

He stifled a laugh as he coughed again. “Yeah, I’m just going to go lie down or something. But, please go on without me.”

“That’s an awful impression, mate.” Harrison said. “I thought you were an actor.”

You laughed as Tom’s expression changed from a look of fake pain to a look of insult.

“Well at least I don’t have a crush on a girl who I just got the guts to talk to today.” Tom countered before turning on his heel and running.

“Don’t mind him, him and my brother are the reason we’re going to get dinner now.” You said, looping your arm around Harrison’s, a new found confidence washing over you.

“We’re getting dinner?”

“Hell yeah, we are. I didn’t just go through all that to not go to dinner with you.”

“You’re amazing.” Harrison said softly.

“And so are you.” You blushed. “Now, let’s go before all the good places get busy.”

Easter Pick-Me-Ups

Pairings: Dean x Reader


Warnings: Implied smut, (i think that’s it), maybe some light swearing???


Summary: Dean’s been feeling crappy as of late. Some vamps dented Baby, broke her windows, and slashed her tires, not to mention the fact that Dean lost two shoes( from different pairs too.) Y/N sees this and, being the good girlfriend she is, decides to help him out a bit by dressing cute and doing some cute things for easter.(Mostly fluff with a little implied smut at the end for yall)


A/N: heyyo this is for Elsie’s @sleepywinchester easter challenge. Let’s pretend that I’m not 3 days late. Sorry bub, I had so much hw and it’s end of year tests. I’ve literally had the blurb for this written for over a month but i didNT HAVE TIME TO WRITE💔💔. I considered posting the blurb but I felt like that was a cheat so here we are, 3 days late but hey, better late than never right? This was gonna be a full smut but I felt awk so I couldn’t do it :-( Hope ya’ll enjoy anyways!
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To put it frankly, the past two weeks have sucked for me. A lot.

The ‘hellish period’, as I decided to call it, started on a hunt. When we got to our motel in some small town in Nevada that I already forgot the name of, I noticed that I only had five shoes, total. Meaning I had lost one of them. The next day, I had four, but only one full matching pair. After that annoyance, came the actual case. It wasn’t even anything difficult either; just some vamps, nothing major; a milk run, really. Or it was supposed to be a milk run but all of a sudden there’s way more vamps than we thought, and we all have this brilliant plan to take cover in Baby, and then it really went downhill. Grimacing at the broken window of my car, I scratched the back of my neck and tried to think up a way to fix her. So far all the dents and slashed tires are gone but the window— that might take a few more days to get done.

I sighed, running a hand down my face, and decided to take a break from it, leaving to get a beer. Once I exited the garage, the smell of food slapped me in the face and my stomach growled to remind me that I haven’t eaten in a few hours. Making my way to the kitchen, I figured it was Y/N cooking since Sammy was out.

“Hey, Y/N are you-” I stopped in my tracks upon seeing her, wearing a pair of loose athletic shorts and my Zeppelin shirt. That’s not what got me though. What got me were the pastel pink bunny ears she was wearing, along with the pie she was taking out of the oven. She turned to me, a smile lighting up her face, eyes sparkling.

“Hey, De!” She exclaimed, rushing towards me. My eyes racked her body, focusing on how those shorts made her thick thighs look so damn good and the way that my shirt clung to her chest, making her curves more prominent. That’s one thing I loved about her, her curves and the way she had all those little stretch marks on her body. I licked my lips, putting my hand on her hip and pulling her towards me.

“You made pie?” I asked, eyes staring into hers, trying to control myself from the swell of emotions that I felt, knowing that she most likely made that for me. She nodded, long hair flowing into her face. I knew she’d been meaning to get that cut, but we’d been working cases nonstop for weeks so she hadn’t gotten the chance yet. A small blush spread to her cheeks as she spoke.

“I know the past few weeks haven’t been the easiest for you, and knowing you, easter is not on your radar… but I thought it would be a good excuse to eat sweets and do some fun things so-” She cut herself off, shrugging lightly. My heart swelled at her words, head tilting towards hers to plant our lips together. Instead of deepening it like I wanted, she pulled away, a childish grin lighting up her face.

“Oh, no. What are you planning?” I teased, knowing what that look meant. She pulled away from my hand.

“I hid easter eggs!” She practically squealed, jumping up and down a bit in excitement. I rolled my eyes.

“Sweetheart, we’re not five anymore.”

“So? C'mon De, you know you wanna!” She said, dodging around my grabbing hands to roam around in the library, looking for eggs, I guess.

“Hey, wait, that’s not fair you’re cheating!” I called, deciding to play along with her. Her laugh sounded through the halls, making me smile by default. Trailing after her, like some lovesick puppy, I noticed her trying to reach a blue egg up on the top shelf. I reached over her and grabbed it, hiding it behind my back when she tried to take it back.

“Deeaaaaaann!” She pouted, crossing her arms. I laughed,

I laughed, “Nope this ones mine, sweetheart. I got it fair and square.” Spotting another one in the lamp shade, I grabbed it, holding the two of them up in the air from her. She groaned, jumping to try and grab them, making me laugh fondly at how funny she looked hopping around in her bunny ears.

A ding sounded throughout the bunker, making Y/N’s head snap towards the kitchen. Abandoning her previous quest of trying to grab my eggs, she bounded away again, making me furrow my brows at her.

“Y/N what else are you-” My breath caught as I walked into the kitchen, seeing her pull out some burger patties from the oven. She grinned at me again.

“Uhm, I kinda thought it would take more than pie to cheer you up about baby so I thought I’d make some burgers too.” She said, scratching her neck, a habit she picked up from me, no doubt.

I stared at her in awe as she got the burger buns out of the cupboard, having to stand on her tiptoes to reach. The action made her shirt ride up and damn I might have to let her keep that one. The bunny ears made her look both innocent and incredibly hot and the fact that she was doing something so nice for me made me think some extremely mushy (but also obscene) thoughts. She turned back around and jumped a bit when she saw that I had not moved, and still stared.

“Uhm… do you wanna eat the food now or..?” She lightly teased, trying to use humor to hide her awkwardness. God she was cute.

A smirk took over my face as I stepped closer to her, arm going around her waist to pull her towards me, our bodies meeting in the middle. I dipped my head down to kiss her.

“Sure, but there’s something else I wanna eat first.”

Clockwork Wings

Samifer Steampunk AU

Sam is the best inventor in the city. Lucifer is a war hero whose wings were damaged during his last fight. He asks Sam to make him new wings.

Read it on AO3

Wordcount: 2.4k

Warnings: Description of hurt wings, porn (though not very explicit and not very much of it), wing!kink

AN: I wrote this because of this post. That’s where the gif is from, too. @i-bleed-salt made a picture of Luci with steampunk wings to go along with it. Check it out here.

Tagging: @brieflymaximumprincess @annechuu @sassysupernaturalsweetheart @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell @coplins

The man had shown up in his workshop unannounced, and Sam was half in his mind to throw him out again. People that expected him to be available at any time were the worst kind of client. There were two things that held him back, though.

First, everything about the man screamed money. The well tailored black suit, the top hat that was adorned with a silver gleaming feather, the cane with it’s silver knob, his shoes that were barely dusty, which meant he must have come here in a steam carriage. Sam needed money right now.

Second, there was the way the man held himself. Like the world belonged to him, like he was used to getting what he wanted. Like it meant trouble to deny him anything.

And if Sam was honest with himself, there was a third reason, too. Those icy blue eyes that seemed to look right into his soul. Their gaze was always on Sam, even when Sam led the man into his workshop with all it’s chaos and half finished projects. All of a sudden Sam felt very inadequately dressed with his dirt stained shirt and pants with holes in them, protection goggles still hanging around his neck.

“Tea?“ Sam asked. He wasn’t sure, if there still was any left, but it would’ve been rude not to offer something.

“No,“ his guest said. “I’m not here for your tea, I’m here, because tales of your inventions are told all over the city. Do you know, who I am?“

Sam shook his head and smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry. I don’t get out much.“

“Name’s Lucifer.“

Sam couldn’t help himself, he gasped. Of course he’d heard about Lucifer. Second oldest of Emperor Chuck the Benevolent, who’d fought in the angel wars and come back severely wounded. Rumors had it that Lucifer’s wings were ruined, but he hadn’t let anyone see them since.

A small less than friendly smile tugged at Lucifer’s lips. “So you have at least heard of me.“

Sam lowered his gaze and shrugged. “Everyone has. And I feel very honored that you seek me out. How can I be of service?“

“I want you to make me new wings.“

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Nadalind | Nick Burkhardt x Adalind Schade

Grimm  1 x 17 |  4 x 20

Two times Adalind loses her powers. First time Nick takes them away. Second time she gives them up. But both times I am amazed by Nick’s reaction. I see compassion from him the first time and he looks so sad for her as she walks away defeated.  And at this time, she is his enemy. Yet, he feels for her.

The second time I see compassion again along with admiration. She came to her enemy, offered to help him and made herself vulnerable to them and gave up her only defense, her powers.  I love that look he gives her. As if he is in awe of her and trying to figure her out. Just when he thinks he knows who she is, she does this. Something so selfless.

Another reason why I love these two.

anonymous asked:

Hello, I really enjoy your writing. I was wondering if you can do 40 or 41 with Nalu please.

Thank you and of course! I couldn’t fit both into the same drabble, sorry, so I chose 41: Will you marry me?
                             (prompt from here)

Lucy slammed her laptop shut bitterly, an ounce of regret at the odd wheezing sound her computer made as it shut down, but it’s gone as her annoyance returned with a vengeance. “I can’t believe this,” she muttered, covering her eyes with her hands and gritting her teeth with frustration.

She’s not hurt exactly, but she might be upset. After all, Lucy had spent months on that story and the lack of anything from her employer about it had ruined her week. Then, when her employer did get back to her, it was to tear her beloved work to itty-bitty meaningless pieces. If it was criticism, she would understand, because Lucy was her worst critic and if she wasn’t then dear Levy was, but her employer had found fault in every little thing, in every character, in every motivation, and written it all off as trash as though Lucy had slaved over it meticulously for months.

“I hate this job,” she said, slapping her hands down on the counter. It stung some, but the slight pain intensified her anger. “I hate it. I quit. I’ll become barista at Starbucks. Ghost writing or whatever, what was I even thinking?” Truthfully, it had made sense to her: write her favorite stories and allow somebody else to publish it under their name for a cut of the royalties, all in the name of avoiding her father and his name and everything that he tainted just by existing. 

A yawn cracked through the air and she jolted, forgetting that her boyfriend had the next few days off. She pushed her laptop aside, straightening up as his arms folded around her, tugging her back to kiss her cheek and then releasing her slightly. “Mornin’ Luce.” 

“Hey, sorry, did I wake you?”

“It’s breakfast time anyway,” Natsu replied, lips brushing against her neck. 

She snorted. “I’m not breakfast.”

“Of course, of course.” Despite his words, he still pressed feather light kisses against her skin, trailing along her neck till he meet her shoulder. She sighed when his hands trailed down her sides to her back, thumbs pressing expertly against a forming knot, and tilted her head to expose her neck. She could feel a smile form on his face. 

Her worries drifted, too focused on him to bother thinking of anything else. “Mm.”

“You know, you could become a barista if you wanted,” he murmured, his lips near her ear. She shivered as his breath brushed her face, minty from his tooth paste, but then she frowned as his words registered. 

“I’m sensing a but there,” she said, confused. 

“You could ditch your job and publish under your name– ”

Lucy interrupted. “You know why I can’t.” 

His lips quirked as he pulled away from her completely. A slight chill swept over her at his absence. “I know, he might find you if you publish under Lucy Heartfilia, but… I’m thinking Lucy Dragneel has a nice ring to it, don’t you?”

Her breath caught in her throat. Did he…? They had talked about it before, sure, on those nights where there was nothing to do except talk, tangled together in what was becoming their spot. It hadn’t come up since then, content with the knowledge that the idea was a welcome possibility in the future. 

The future being now. She whirled around on her stool to face him, lips trembling when she saw him kneeling down. “Did you…?” Lucy asked, words choking off. “Are you…?”

Natsu laughed. “Lucy, every day has been an adventure with you, but it’s one I’ll gladly go on every day and every time if you’ll let me – and probably even when you don’t.” She giggled, tears pooling in her eyes and a fond smile on his face. “Marry me?” 

She nearly fell out of her stool, throwing herself at him with a cry. Natsu stumbled back, catching her with one hand and pressing the other to the floor as support. “Yes, yes, yes,” she repeated, kissing his face once, twice, three times. Her last ended on his lips, clinging to him as their mouths moved against each other. 

Finally, Natsu broke away, breath coming in pants. “Let me put the ring on before I drop it,” he told her breathlessly when she tried to dive in again. Lucy stopped, chest heaving and face streaked with happy years, realizing that her finger was oddly empty without it there. She hadn’t even worn it once either, but a part of her knew it was supposed to be there. 

He settled down on the floor and she leaned against him, holding out her left hand where he slid a ring onto her finger. It was a silver band with a single diamond on the top and she twisted her hand under the light, fingers flexing, in awe of the sparkles. “It’s beautiful,” she murmured to him, right hand reaching for his and holding tight. “When did you decide to do that?”

“When I heard you talking to yourself,” he said, grinning, both of them looking at her hand with happiness. “I’ve had the ring for a while though, I wanted to do something more special than this, but I think we’ve had enough of cliches, huh?” Despite his bravado, there was a touch of worry in his words. 

Lucy giggled, eyes flickering to his, waiting till he made eye contact before she spoke. “This was perfect,” she assured, kissing him again. “Thank you – and you’re right, I think Lucy Dragneel does have a nice ring to it.” 

TEENAGE DREAM

Authors Note: OKAY GUYS THIS IS MY FIRST IMAGINE (Or fanfic or whatever you want to call it, like I said I AM NEW.) Please be gentle with me, and truly any feedback would be great! :)

You waited in line for your first “meet and greet”. You weren’t exactly sure how they worked or what was going to happen or even how much time you would even get to talk to him, but you felt excited for your best friend. Celie had loved Shawn for years, she loved to talk about how she knew about him before his MAGCON days, whatever that was. If you were being completely honest, the only reason you were actually at this concert was to accompany Celie as you watched all her dreams come true…And the fact that he was the making of a young John Mayer didn’t hurt. As the line inched up you played with your hair, noticing your horrible split ends. Celie on the other hand was wired, you could practically hear her heart beating from a mile away.

“Girl,” you said lightly touching her arm, “you better quit it, you’re gonna start to sweat off your make up.” You said to her with a light giggle.

“I know, I knoooow.” She said with pleading eyes, “But you don’t understand, I can’t believe we are about to meet him!!!”

You laughed, you loved seeing Ce this excited. You inched up in line, only noticing you guys were next because you realized you reached the red tape on the floor. Looking up you felt like you almost had the wind knocked out of you. Your eyes widened staring straight ahead.

“Is that him, Celie?” You said half pointing over at probably the hottest guy in the room.

Celie rolled her eyes, “Yes Y/N, come on now, I’ve showed you soooo many pictures and videos!” She wasn’t lying, she had shown you. But it didn’t do him justice.

“Common, you’re up!“ the bald man shuffling girls along said to us.

The room started spinning. I took a deep breath and felt my body walk forward. Everything felt like it was in slow motion. I watched him turn around to face us, his dark brown eyes locking with mine immediately as Celie ran up to him giving him the biggest hug I have honestly every witnessed. God his eyes looked like chocolate, I thought to myself. Celie squealing brought me back to real time.

“SHAWN. I’m Celie. Wow, I’m sorry I can’t believe I’m meeting you. I brought my friend along as a witness, she knows how long I’ve waited for this!” Celie said jumping up and down as she spoke. It felt like Shawn and I hadn’t taken our eyes off of each other since I walked up to him.

“Aw hey, so nice to see you Celie!” Shawn said breaking our eye contact looking down at her. Then he looked back up at me again, GOD those eyes made me melt, “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” He said to me, making my heart skip several beats.

“Y/N, nice to finally meet the guy my best friend is always gabbing about.” You say playfully bumping Celie with your hip. It was something about him that made your jaded heart go thump again. You felt so silly, like a 6 year old fan girl, not that there was anything wrong with that but…about SHAWN? Common Y/N, you said to yourself. You just got out of a horrible and scary relationship, maybe it was just the attention from a kind male that got you hot and heavy.

“You guys excited to hear what I got for you tonight?” He smiled with his stupidly perfect teeth, not breaking eye contact with you. Him staring made you feel compelled to answer, even though Celie was already rambling off about her favorite Shawn songs…

“Beyond.” You said tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, flashing back a smile. “I have a couple favorites off the new album. It’s practically on repeat in our apartment.” You said to him with a laugh. Wow, this boy was really doing things to you…

“Alright ladies, smile!” The photographer said forcing you three into a picture pose. Shawn wrapped his giant arms around your waist resting a hand on your hip. Goosebumps immediately surfaced on your arms which made you blush as you half smiled for the camera. He let go of Celie, then slowly slid his hand to your lower back.

“It was so nice to meet you,” he said looking at you, “And you too, Celie.” he said looking over at your best friend. He said something else to Celie but your head was spinning from his hand still resting on your lower back. Was that on purpose?

“Well, we will see you soon! We have SECOND ROW tickets!!!” Celie said to Shawn matter of fact-ly.

“Amazing,” He said turning back to me with a little grin, “Soon then?”

“Soon.” You said back, hoping there was more meaning to this.

You listened to Celie ramble about Shawn the whole walk over to your seats, “Yeah, he was pretty amazing Ce. So genuine, and sweet.” You said to her still in a daze. He couldn’t have meant more by ‘soon" right? That’s silly. Your head is in the clouds. He’s not going to like a girl he met at a meet and greet. You repeated over and over in your head.

“Y/N,” Celie said grabbing your arm, “as much as I hate to admit this, and it sounds a lil crazy but he seemed a liiiiiiittle bit interested in you, girl.” You snapped out of your daze hearing this.

“Celie, don’t be ridiculous” You said with a half hearted laugh. “I- no, there’s just no way. He probably does this with every girl.” You said shaking your head.

“Hey, I just calls ‘em how I sees 'em.” Celie said shrugging.

So, it wasn’t just you? Celie saw it too? You guys arrived at your seats, wow they were really REALLY close. It was inevitable you would really see each other again. The lights dimmed and the concert stage lights went nuts flying over the crowd showing everybodys faces. Shawn stepped out, looking just as handsome as you remembered 30 minutes ago. Your heart pounded as he began to sing



“I won’t lie to you…..”

Shawn sang as you listened and sang along lightly, but mainly just listening to his voice. Everything about him seemed to be special and unique to you now. His eyes panning the crowd, a huge grin on his face the entire time. You wanted him to look down at you so badly, but he was 500% in the moment and you actually loved that too. He cared about his music and his fans, he really did.

Shawn announced the last song and you felt your heart sink a little, partly because you knew this was going to give you post concert depression and also partly because the little Cinderella story you created in your head never really came true. You quickly snapped out of that though, you were at an amazing concert with your BEST friend having the time of your life.’ Live in the moment, Y/N.’ you said to yourself. You began dancing with Celie, and right before the lights went down you sore Shawn looked at you. The concert ended and everyone shuffled out of the venue. Some girls still screaming, some crying, some wearing their newly bought concert t-shirts. You and Celie walked outside letting the cooler air hit your flushed skin, it felt amazing.

Walking down the steps of the venue you felt Celie grab your arm,  "Ummmm, Y/N….“ She said pointing with her other hand at a man holding a sign that read 'CELIE + Y/N.’ You stared at him with confused eyes, had somebody called you a car? Your mom and other friends knew you drove but that was the only logical thing you could think.

“Uh, hi, we’re Y/N and Celie.” You said walking up to the man holding Celie’s hand.

“Oh, perfect! So glad I found you girls!” The man said, like everything was perfectly normal. “Follow me please.” He continued folding the side and walking back to the venue.

“Wait what? I’m sorry who are you and what’s going on?” You said to the guy squeezing Celie’s hand, a little excited and a little scared.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you girls knew!” He said with a chuckle. “Shawn has kept the venue rented for the night, it’s one of his good buddies, Geoff’s, birthday and they’re throwing a bash inside. There’s a bunch of bounce houses, dancing, you know what all you kids do.” He laughed, “and he said he would love if you could join. I know it’s bizarre but he said you guys were cool.” He shrugged looking between the two of us. I was beside myself, was this really happening, my head went dizzy again.

“YES. WE ARE SO DOWN.” Celie said squeezing my hand practically cutting off my circulation and then yanking me closer to the man almost pulling my arm from it’s socket.

“Sounds good…” I said smoothing my hair and looking down at my outfit. You weren’t sure if jean shorts and a white crop top with converse was appropriate gear for a birthday party but hey, live in the moment. You two ran inside after the guy passing girls who were staring you down, seeming to know the guy who was leading you back into the venue was.

You walked back into the arena, which looked totally redone in the 40 minutes you were outside. There were balloons EVERYWHERE and a good amount of people ages 18-28 hanging out, running around, drinking, playing in the bounce houses, and doing the obstacle courses. It looked SO fun, you were immediately happy with your decision.

“Ahhh, here’s the birthday boy!” the man said grabbing another guys hand pulling him into a hug, “This is Geoff. Geoff this iiiiis…….” he looked down at the sign, “Celie and Y/N, they’re Shawns guests.” He said patting Geoff on the back, “Have fun!” He walked away over to another group of people.

“Celie and Y/N, eh? Nice to meet you two. I was beginning to think I was Shawn’s only friend.” He joked.

“Well, we are very new friends if that counts.” Celie said with a laugh touching Geoffs arm. “Hey, what do ya bet I can double bounce you higher than you can double bounce me….” She said eyeing Geoff.

“Whoaaa are you challenging the birthday boy?!!” He said throwing his hands up, “That’s mighty bold of you Miss. Celie.” He joked. “You’re on.” he said tilting his head towards the bonce houses.

“C'ya later, Y/N!!!” Celie said running over into the sea of bounce houses.

You gave her a half hearted sarcastic wave standing alone in this giant arena. You stood looking around for a minute before you followed your nose to the cotton candy stand. You grabbed a pink tuff, examining your cotton candy you took a fluffy piece in between your fingers. Smiling you put it in your mouth as you swiveled around running into someone, “OH, shit sor-” You said looking up. At Shawn. Fuck.

“Didn’t know 'soon’ meant you trampling me down, cotton candy in hand!” He joked running a hand thru his mildly curly hair. You didn’t remember it being this curly earlier, but you loved it.

“Well, I didn’t know I would be here….with you….eating cotton candy.” You said looking down at the giant pink fluff ball you were holding. He picked a piece off and popped it in his mouth. “Oh yeah, thanks for inviting us by the way. Totally gets you cool points in my book. Especially for having a bounce house. Haven’t seen one of those since…..maybe 5th grade. Shame honesty.” You said snapping back to your sassy sarcastic self.

“Well, you must lead a boring life, Y/N.” Shawn said raising a brow. You couldn’t help but notice the quick up down he gave your body. It made you bite your lip, and pull your shorts down feeling a little self conscious.

“I want to know about you…” Shawn said smiling down at you. 'WHOAAAA!!!! You thought, where is this coming from? Why me? Is he being serious? Is this for a show, there sure are a lot of cameras here. Was this a joke?’ were all questions running thru your mind. He touched your arm, bringing your mind back to reality, “Is that okay with you, Y/N? I know it seems, well, out of left field, but it’s something about you, I dunno. Sounds corny. I know.” He said with a huff looking at me with sort of embarrassed.

“I used to bite my nails?” You said lightly, looking up at him. THAT was the only thing that you could think of, ugh. The two of you started to laugh, “I’m more exciting than that….I swear!” You said trying to revive yourself. There was so much you could tell him about, but your nails? You couldn’t have said your favorite color Y/N? UGH. And the only other thing that was on your mind that month was your past relationship…'That is NOT something you bring up the first time meeting someone. Especially since your ex is well…..terrifying.’ you thought to yourself.

“So tell me….” He said walking over to the stands patting the seat beside him. You looked up followed and sat down looking into his eyes. It was that moment where you just knew this boy was going to change your life forever.

Come to Bed (Always 1/3)

Characters: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Summary: Bones has a ton of work to do, but you miss your grumpy doctor and try to get him to come back to bed.

Warnings: None? just fluff here

A/N: hey look another Bones fic! and this one’s a three parter! Yay! also i’m shit at summaries, sorry

Word Count: 967

Part Two

The first thing you notice when you wake from your nap is that the right-hand side of the bed is still empty.  And cold. You sigh and flip onto your back, staring at the smooth metal ceiling of your small bedroom.  If he hadn’t come to bed by now…You roll over to check the time on your PADD.  

1:30am

You groan.  Goddamn his commitment to his work.  You push off the blankets and shiver as the cool air hits your bare legs.  The door to your room is open, and you follow the faint light into the main room of your small shared quarters.

Bones is there, sitting at his desk, his back facing you.  You sigh and shake your head.  Your bare feet are silent on the cold hardwood floor as you make your way up behind him.  Once you reach him, your hands immediately go to his shoulders, attempting to rub out the obvious tension there.

As soon as you touch him he jumps.  “Jesus, sweetheart you’re tryin’ to kill me.”  

You giggle, still half asleep.  “Sorry, baby,” you hum, resting your forehead between his neck and shoulder and bringing your arms around to hug his chest.  

He leans back and chuckles.  His hands come up and rub your arms.  “Christ sweetheart, you’re freezin’.”

You hum and close your eyes, snuggling further into his neck.  “I wouldn’t be cold if you’d come to bed, Lee.”

He smiles and kisses your temple.  “Sorry darlin’, but I have a ton of paperwork I need to finish before tomorrow’s mission.”

“You should come to bed anyways.  I feel like I haven’t seen you in days,” you mumble, planting gentle kisses along his shoulder.  He’s been with Jim and Spock preparing for this away mission for the last few days as we approached a new planet.  It was exciting, but between all the personnel checkups you hadn’t spent any real time with him in days.  

He groans and leans his head to the side, giving you more room to work with. “Come on, Lee.  It’s late, the rest of your work can wait.”

He grunts.  “C’mere,” he gently tugs you around to face him.  “You can sit in my lap until I’m done working.”  His grin is less than innocent as he scans you, wearing only one of his old baggy t-shirts and a pair of underwear.  His arms go around your waist and tug you down.

You shuffle in and sit with your legs draped across his lap.  You wrap your hands around his neck and press a gentle kiss to his scruffy cheek.  “Don’t be too long, Doctor,” you whisper, then settle your head on his shoulder. He smiles down at you and rolls himself back to the desk to get back to work; one hand writing while the other rests on your thigh, his thumb tracing small circles on your bare skin.  

Ten minutes later he pauses to watch you on his lap, your face buried in his neck, your mouth slightly open; you had clearly fallen asleep.  “Sweetheart, wake up,” he whispered.  “I need you to help keep me up,” he teased.

“’m not asleep,” you mumble.  “Just resting my eyes.”

He chuckles, then starts writing his reports again.  He continues on in silence for a little while, occasionally stealing glances down at you, but you were either fiddling with the fabric of his shirt or staring at his hand on your thigh.  

He’s deep into a personnel clearance file when you speak up again.  “You know our anniversary’s on Friday.”

He freezes and panics for a moment, then remembers that he made plans.  “Yeah I remember, darlin’.”

“Two years,” you mumble.  “That’s a pretty big deal, you know.  Especially since we’ve been in space the whole time”

He grimaces.  “Goddamn space.  Makes everything awful.”  He squeezes your thigh before you can protest.  “’Cept you, darlin’.”

You smile and squeeze his neck.  “So you made plans?” He nods and goes to say something, but you cut him off. “Because that’s two days away, and you’re going on that away mission tomorrow.  So you should tell me now if I need to plan something.” You look him in the eyes, trying to convey your seriousness.  

Bones just laughs again and pulls you in closer.  He kisses the top of your head.  “Oh, ye of little faith!  C’mon, sweetheart, I got this.”

You hum, not completely convinced, but you lean back into him anyways, your drowsiness finally dragging you under.  “I love you, Lee,” you whisper into his neck.

He smiles.  “I love you, too darlin’”

You burrow further into him and he reaches over to grab his PADD.  

2:04am

He sighs.  “Okay, time for bed.” You make a noise of contentment and he laughs.  “Yeah, I know.  You win.”

He reaches over to turn off the light at the desk, then readjusts his arm under your legs and stands up with you in his arms.  His boots make gentle noises on the floor until you reach the soft carpet of your bedroom.  He lays you down gently on your side before covering you with the blankets.  Your hands cling to him, attempting to pull him down with you.  “Stay, Lee.”

“I am, darlin’, just let me get undressed.”

You sit up slightly, watching him as he toes off his boots and steps out of his pants.  He makes his way around to his side of the bed and pulls off his shirt, leaving him in his boxers.  You let out a quiet whistle.  “Hey, sexy,” you tease.

He laughs and shakes his head.  “You are a massive dork, darlin’.”  He climbs into bed and pulls you to his side.  “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

You wrap your arms around him and lay your head on his chest.  “Goodnight, Lee.”

Goodbye’s In The Morning // Chris Evans x Reader

words: 2000+

characters: Chris and You

warnings: fluff

summary: Goodbyes are sometimes just too bittersweet. (shitty summary ik, I’m sorry, I’m tryin’ to be ‘elusive’)


Chris looked at the hotel room and saw you; the most beautiful thing he’d ever be able to see on this earth.

You were radiant in the rays of sunlight that were often rare for January mornings in Boston. Nevertheless, he thanked the gods for those beams of sunlight as they glistened across your morning dew, your puffy lips from a long, well-deserved sleep with your man finally wrapped in your arms once more.

With a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth and covered only by boxer which left him chilly; he felt an overwhelming sense of joy pour into his heart as he watched you, in all your morning glory.

The thing was that; you were nothing special, in your eyes and many- possibly millions of others. You were not an actress or a singer. You didn’t excel tremendously in school or have the body that plastered the magazines and the internet, deeming them as the ‘sexy bod’s you can get in a week’ or the ‘body that she never thought she could get’. 

Well, guess what? You had rolls of fat on your stomach and you always had a hankering for chocolate. You were far from any magazine’s standard of a ‘goddess’. That didn’t mean Chris deemed you less of a goddess, far from it. 

You were his goddess. He cherished the ground you walked on, he loved the way you mismatched your bra’s and panties because you believed ‘matching bras and panties is for pornstars and people who try too hard.’

He was in love with your integrity, humor, passions, dreams, and so much more he’d lose his mind if he listed them all now.

He was just a sick puppy-man in love, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

When you love something, Chris always used to believe you could love only to a certain degree.

There’s only so much a person can give to another, right? Love was one of the most intimate things a human has, and giving that away was like taking your soul and handing it out as a flyer. Chris never wanted his heart handed out over the streets of Boston or any city he visited. He wanted it safe in his own hands, or at least in the hands of someone who he’d know would never do wrong by him. So many times, he gave his heart away. Only to find it in crumpled up forms at his doorstep a year, at most, later.

That was until he met you. Every moment Chris spent with you, he saw more and more of what true love is. It was so imperfect and upsetting, Chris loved every moment he had it, though.

You weren’t perfect, you were stubborn, moody when tired, lazy, and yet all of that could be washed away in a second. As soon as he saw you smile.

True love…

That’s holding someone’s hair back as they continued to vomit into the toilet after bad seafood.

Cleaning up the dishes while they watched a program you hated to hear blasting on the television.

Listening to you along to songs while being out of tune, and never changing the station even if it was Taylor Swift, again.

It was making sure that the car was warmed before someone got in.

That the had been coffee brewed before you’d wake up your significant other.

Watching them show their faults and quirks and never blinking an eye to any of them.

Love was unconditional and that was the best part… you didn’t have to try hard when it came to true love because it was True. Fucking. Love.

The universe made two people for each other, and they fit perfectly together. With faults, weird habits and all.

“Whatcha smirkin’ at over there, Chrispy Creme?” Shrugging, Chris got up and walked over to you laying in white fluffy sheets with a tea being nursed in your cold hands.

He felt a smile rise again to his lips when a giggle came from you watching the hotel’s television where they played a marathon of The Office. Here you were, sitting up with you legs crossed and your hair messily braided into two parts. Your sparkling, morning eyes couldn’t tear away from the television as you saw Dwight bag Meredith’s head with a bat inside it.

There was a marathon of The Office on TBS. Very much to your delight, he may add. You were a fangirl at heart. For The Office, Marvel, Disney; not to Chris’s own extent, but still considered a fangirl.

It was no secret that movies and tv were the escape you used as a child, teenager, and even now in adult life. Your childhood was not one to look back and smile about and school… well, t paid for therapist’s underground pool, let’s say that. Chris hurt to think that all those years you suffered, feeling alone and unaccepted in your tiny world in a small town that was a junkyard, to begin with. You never spoke of the people of your past anymore, never since you told Chris everything about your upbringing, clearly stating you never wanted to speak of it again. Which was understandable, but still. Chris’s heart still tightened up when he thought of you at eleven years old, sitting alone on the grass as the other kids played around with their friends and you broke grass in half, one by one, counting every tear off each strand of greenery you tore apart until the bell rang to go back inside. He wished he was there, him being his eleven-year-old self, offering you to play basketball or go on the swing sets together.

The thought of you all alone tore his heart in two. It left tears in his eyes as he faced his own reality that was slowly seeping back into his brain, sending an emotional bomb off in his chest.

He had to leave you in two hours, alone. In two hours you were going to be that eleven-year-old, stuck all alone on the playground. You were eleven with two braids split straight down the middle, in overalls and a ripped pink t-shirt, getting teased with no one to defend your honor for why you came to school with dirty on your knees and elbows. Hair greasy and shoes with holes in the soles.

“Chris… are you okay? You look like you’ve just seen something awful?” Setting the mug on the nightstand, you got to your knees and wobbly made your way across the bed and over to the man that towered over you. Ironically you seemed to be the tall one now, as tears brimmed his eyes and his hands became fidgety hanging low in front of him.

“N-no. I-I just… my flight.”

“O-oh.” Now it was your turn to become the small one, again. You felt his fingers try to hold your own but for some reason, you let them slip through as you turned around and got back into bed. Denying the fact that he was going to be gone again for two weeks. Having the time of his life while you filed paperwork for patients for the third floor of the Boston’s Child Hospital.

“Common, please… it already hurts enough that I’m leaving-”

“Well, how do you think I’m feeling then!” I burst out at him like a firecracker, lifting my head off the cold pillow that smelled like his shampoo, making me even more upset.

Chris crossed over to the bed and sunk his knees to the floor leaving on the bed with his elbows as he brushed back your bangs that covered your wide-eyed fear of seeing him take off on an airplane once again, leaving you here with nothing to come home too.

“I can’t have you hating me when I leave, Sweet Pea? I won’t. I won’t leave here, goddammit!” His tone came out more comedic than angry which made you smile a tad, letting a bit of light into Chris’s heart again just at the tug of your lips that he saw.

Your face was barely shown to him as you buried it into his pillow. Only one beautiful doe eye peeked out at Chris. Just a corner of your lips was visible, letting him see the small smile. Coming forward to rested his head on the same pillow, your noses were close enough to touch s he smiles at your pinched cheeks from the emotions running through you.

You mumbled into the pillow, pulling your face out so Chris could stroke your burning cheek gently with his fingers.

“You really wouldn’t leave if I was hating you?”  He shook his head, smiling a toothy grin,


“Not if they paid me in the billions, Peanut.” Smiling, I let my demeanor down and twisted my body to face Chris’s, I gave a weak smile that gave Chris’s eyes almost a sparkle at the sight of my small gesture of acceptance.

“What about trillions?”

“Nope, mm-hm.”

“Zillions?”

“Not gonna happen sweets. You’re worth all the gold a leprechaun could ever give me.” 

Okay, I giggled at that one. Chris saw the whites of my teeth start poking out and gave me a wide grin. Tackling me on the bed I yelped in surprise.

“There she is! There’s my girl!” I giggled as Chris kissed my peaked my face all over, finding any spot he could to cover his lips in until he settled on my own warm lips. My lips tasted like tea but overpowered by the hint of sugar, but most of all warmth. The warmth from the hot drink and now warmth from his body pressing into mine. I parted my lips and head his face back, smiling up at those blue eyes I knew I was a goner for the second I saw them reach mine.

“Let’s get you ready for two weeks of being Captain America again, baby.” Chris smiled down at me, cupping my right cheek with his large hand. “It’s a press tour, babe. I’m not gonna be in my suit or anythin’.”

“I know, but the world is gonna be seeing their Cap after a long time. They’ve missed seeing their hero for so long. I know I do, even when you leave for just two weeks.”

He looked taken aback but held back the emotion that was ablaze in his eyes, “I’m your hero.”

“Of course you are! You’re not just my hero, you’re my best friend and the love of my life… even if you weren’t Cap, you’d still be my hero, Baby.” Sniffling, he leaned down and kissed my nose softly, yet lingering for a longer time before finally, pulling himself away which looked like a struggle throughout his whole body.

“God. Can I pack you into my suitcase? Please? I mean you could fit if we leave all my clothes here…”

I gave my hero a grin and shrugged, “Why not?”


(I mean, I had to leave this! It’s Jim for goodness sake!)

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Oh sweet shiva, I just found your blog & I'm so glad coz I'm so thirsty for NoctNyx and you are my salvation especially your Dark at Night fics! They are so good! I'm still at the 10th installment tho. Made me laugh and giggle like a freaking maniac! Also the angst is to die for my heart hurts so much! (1/3)

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“Shiva’s tits, Noct, how do you not know who that is? Even I know who that is and he isn’t on my payroll.”

That was precisely why he had no idea who he was. The royal staff was in constant flux. The amount of employee betrayals weeding out the worst of them, Noctis had learned not to get attached. Part of that self-taught lesson included never getting to know their names. Couldn’t hurt him if he had nothing to remember them by.

So, no. Nyx Ulric was as much a stranger to him as the rest of the immaculately stern faces guarding the Citadel. The Kingsglaive especially was so disconnected from him. He wasn’t the King, after all. They weren’t his – and he didn’t really want them, anyway. Like the Crownsguard, they were just Citadel shadows to Noctis… Better-dressed Citadel shadows, but still. Just shadows.

Everyone seemed to recognize the man leaning against the hood of the Regalia except for Noctis. Gladio marched right up and greeted him like an old friend, clapping him on the shoulder and crowing about all the trouble they were going to get up to. Ignis made a sound that was nothing short of an audible cringe once he spotted him, and Prompto got all starry-eyed, a high, quiet gasp escaping the “o” of his lips. When Noctis asked what the hell was wrong with him, he earned a scandalized gasp and a hasty explanation.

Nyx Ulric was a hero. Daemon slayer extraordinaire. His feats on the battlefield were often talked about within the royal circle. He was an honorable warrior, a valuable comrade to the King, and had a smile that could break your heart. Noctis looked at it now as the glaive smirked at Ignis, saying something that made his spine stiffen. He waited for something in his chest to crack, but alas. Heart still whole.

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After their date, Magnus and Alec take a little walk around the town. With Alec walking in silence, Magnus worries and after a while decides to break the silence.

(A/N: In the show, they had the talk when they reached Magnus’ apartment. In my version, they work things out sooner :P)


Magnus and Alec were currently taking a walk around the town, slowly returning back to Magnus’ place. Their first date was coming to an end and even though it was something that Alec was looking forward to, he didn’t know if he liked how things ended. After Magnus told him how many relationships he had been in, things became awkward between them. And it wasn’t the warlock’s fault at all, Alec was very well aware of that. Magnus was right what he said; he shouldn’t focus too hard on the past and Magnus’ past love life; all that mattered was the present. And while the Shadowhunter didn’t judge Magnus for having so many past lovers, he still felt uneasy. Uneasy as in feeling that he maybe wasn’t good enough. There was Magnus, this magical and beautiful creature. Everything about him was perfect. And he was just Alec; a boring Shadowhunter. He knew that he should’ve had more faith in himself, but he couldn’t help but to feel self-conscious.

Magnus, who was walking next to Alec in silence, didn’t know how to understand Alec’s sudden silence and for the entire walk, Alec barely said a word. He knew that he was a lot to get used to and a lot to take in, but he kind of thought Alec would know that by now. Maybe he shouldn’t had told him the truth about his past love life. It was only their first date and he could see that his answer shocked the younger one, probably making him regret going on the date all together. Magnus then quickly shook his head and glanced at Alec, whose jaw was clenched as there was a frown between his eyebrows. Alec appeared to be thinking hard, so Magnus allowed him to have his peace and quiet, even though he would’ve love to chat for a little bit. But he knew, he shouldn’t push it too hard.

Alec saw that Magnus kept looking at him and he quickly moved his gaze away, making Magnus’ heart drop to the pit of his stomach and his face twisted, making a pained expression. But Alec didn’t see that, of course he didn’t, he’d never let him see it. Alec was allowed to have his own opinion and for all he knew, he might had been even judging him for that. It hurt like hell, but there was nothing that he could do or say that would change the past. Alec, on the other hand, was conflicted. He didn’t know what to say next, without messing something up. It wasn’t a secret that he was bad with his words, so he knew that he needed to be careful with what he said.

Alec opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, so he quickly just closed them back up and let out a frustrated sigh. That made the warlock look at him and he gave Alec a warm smile, but the younger one could tell that something was off with it. Usually, Magnus’ smiles were more… real for some reason and Alec’s heart melted at every single one of them. But not at this one, instead, his heart clenched and Alec cursed under his breath. Magnus was faking it, because as soon as he turned around, he could see how Magnus’ face dropped. Damn it, he was screwing things up again and Alec just shook his head.

He wished to tell Magnus that it didn’t matter to him how many relationships he had before him. He didn’t judge him for that, nor did he think that he didn’t matter to Magnus. He never once doubted Magnus’ feelings for him, they were the realest thing in his life at the moment. Yet, he felt so helpless, because he couldn’t find the correct way to put his feelings into words. To someone, that might be the easiest thing, but to someone like Alec it wasn’t at all.

As they continued to walk, a young couple walked past them and Alec noticed that Magnus’ eyes lit up just a little when he noticed that the two were holding hands and the Shadowhunter looked down at their own ones. For a couple, they were walking too far from each other, so he quickly moved closer to Magnus, bumping into the older’s shoulder with his own one and Magnus let out a small chuckle, bumping back at him, hoping that that would cheer Alec up. But, his heart twisted yet again when he saw the nervous expression on Alec’s face, so his laughter died as soon as it started and he cleared his throat and pressed his lips together.

Alec was nervous, but for a completely different reason. Internally, he was preparing himself to take Magnus’ hand into his own one. He wasn’t really the type that was comfortable with public display of affection, but at that time it needed to be done. Sometimes actions spoke louder than words, so Alec slowly brought his hand closer to Magnus’ and made a fist, feeling his heart hammering hard against his ribcage. A little bit hesitant, he gently brushed the back of his palm against Magnus’ and the warlock looked at him, arching an eyebrow. The Shadowhunter let out a hitched breath and finally wrapped a finger around Magnus’, before he painfully slowly took Magnus’ hand into his own and linked their fingers together, giving Magnus’ hand a gentle squeeze.

Startled by the sudden touch, Magnus’ eyes widened because that was the last thing that he expected from Alec at a moment like that. It took him a moment or two to realise what actually happened and a warm smile cracked his serious and worried expression; a genuine one that time. He quite quickly understood why Alec looked so nervous before and now that he did, he couldn’t hide his smile. Alec was mentally preparing himself to take his hand, wasn’t he? Adorable and precious.

“Something on your mind, Alexander?” asked Magnus, finally ending the awful silence and the fact that his voice was calm and warm made Alec feel less nervous. “You’ve been awfully quiet the whole way back. Something on your mind?” the warlock asked and worry returned again when he felt Alec’s hand gently shaking in his.

“I, um,” started Alec and his voice trailed off.

“You’re freaked out, aren’t you? To know how many people I’ve been with,” stated Magnus bitterly and let out a sad laughter. “Don’t worry, I understand if it shocked you. I would even understand if this is too much for you to handle at the moment. I mean, you haven’t been in a relationship before, so I can’t imagine how big of a shock this must’ve been for you,” said the warlock and his heart made a strange twist. “If you need some time to think-”

“No, never, I want this… us to work out,” blurted out Alec, before he could even think as he panicked. He knew it that Magnus was going to misunderstand his silence before and there was no way that their date was going to end like that. His quick and sharp response made Magnus’ eyes widen, but he chuckled in the end, not saying anything. “I mean,” said Alec. “I don’t mind how many people you’ve been in a relationship before, it doesn’t matter to me at all. You’ve lived a life before I came in it, so of course you have a past and I don’t want you to think that I judge you in any way.”

Magnus’ lips curled up and formed a much bigger smile, feeling his heart warming up. He was happy to hear that, it was good for a chance that he wasn’t being judged for the way he lived in the past. A lot of people liked bringing up only bad things about him, so he was glad that Alec was different. He saw only good in him and that was something new for the warlock.

“Then why are you so quiet?” asked Magnus, his voice small, but warm. “You’re making such a pained expression and you’re making me worried. Don’t hold things from me and tell me what’s going on, why are you so worried?”

“I just,” stammered Alec. “I mean you’re so experienced,” mumbled the younger one and didn’t like the way his body started heating up. “And I’m not. I don’t want to disappoint you, because I lack experiences and-”

“You? Disappoint me? Never,” said Magnus in disbelief and he quickly hook his head, because he had no idea where Alec was coming from with that. His heart dropped again when Alec said that and he stopped walking, stepping in front of Alec and he looked at him gently and the frown between his eyebrows deepened when Alec looked down. He had never seen the other one to look so self-conscious about himself and Magnus gently cupped Alec’s face with his other hand, his thumb gently caressing Alec’s cheek bone. “You could never disappoint me, Alexander Lightwood. Not in any way. What made you even think that? Did I say something?”

“No,” muttered Alec and looked down at their hands, but he then looked back up when the warmth of Magnus’ palm welcomed his face and he nuzzled into the touch. “I just worry,” he then said after a while and shrugged as he forced himself not to look away and he felt how his throat suddenly got really dry.

“About?”

“A lot of relationships mean a lot of experiences, right?” whispered Alec and his voice shook a little bit. Magnus gave him a little nod, but he still didn’t know where in the world Alec was going with that. “And I have none,” he then added. “W-what if I’m not good enough? You know, you could do so much better. I have a lot of baggage, my family is horrible to you,” he then added. “Why waste your time on someone like me, when you could do better? There’s nothing-”

“You truly believe what you just said?” asked Magnus, surprised and his heart was breaking when Alexander finally told him what was bothering him. He was comparing himself to the people Magnus dated in the past. Among them, there were a few great ones, yes, but most of them weren’t. Alec was something different and to him it didn’t make sense that Alec thought so little of himself. Alec slowly nodded and Magnus’ breath shook, slowly sliding his finger behind Alec’s neck and he stepped closer. “You, my love, are wonderful. Don’t do that to yourself, don’t think so little of yourself,” he then added and went quiet for a little while. “Alexander, look at me.”

Alec forced himself to look up at those wonderful dark eyes, firming fists with his hands and his body stiffened as he waited for the other one to continue. Magnus’ words made him feel a little bit, but that tiny voice inside of his head just wouldn’t stop. “Yes?” asked Alec, hesitating a little and he chewed on his lower lip.

“Be sure to listen to me, okay? What I’m about to tell you is very important and I mean every part of it,” said the warlock and Alec slowly nodded. Magnus then took in a deep breath and didn’t look away, keeping his eyes locked with Alec’s hazel ones. “You could never, ever disappoint me. And while I’m aware that your parents don’t like me, I don’t give a damn about that. All that I need is you and nobody else. When I say you’re something special I mean it. You have your flaws, but I have them as well. You’re wonderful and I wouldn’t want anyone else but you,” went on by saying the warlock and Alec’s heart melted into the puddle of goo when Magnus said that.

“You,” stammered Alec and his voice trailed off. The Shadowhunter let out a hitched breath when Magnus’ fingers started playing with his hair at the back of his neck and his face flushed when he realised that they were still outside, some of curious individuals were even watching them. But Alec didn’t allow that to discourage him. Magnus smiled when his boyfriend was struggling to come up with something and he just patiently waited because he knew Alec needed his time. Yes, Alec lacked so many experiences and he was the complete opposite of Magnus, but to warlock that was perfect. Opposites attract each other and speaking from life experiences, they balanced out each other.

“Yes? What’s with me?” asked Magnus with a chuckle, encouraging Alec to tell him what was on his mind.

“You’re wonderful,” blurted out Alec and then stopped talking when Magnus snickered.

“I’m aware of that, darling,” said Magnus playfully and waggled his eyebrows.

“I’m being serious,” said Alec and chewed on his lower lip. “You do so much for me and never expect anything in return. When I’m being an idiot you never get angry with me. You’re just… amazing, Magnus. I could never be so selfless as you are and-”

“I’m not asking you to be any of that,” said Magnus softly and chuckled. “Do you know why I chose you?” he then asked and Alec nodded, his jaw clenched and he didn’t dare to breathe yet as he waited for an answer. “Because you don’t judge me for who I am. Just like when I told you the number of my exes, you could have judged me, but you didn’t. With you I don’t have to pretend to be someone that I’m not,” he said. “You make me feel at ease. For the first time, I feel so loved. This is why I chose you,” he then added and came closer to Alec’s face, gently brushing his lips against Alec’s.

It wasn’t even a kiss, just a simple touch of their lips, but Alec just stood there as his mind was processing everything. Magnus’ words had a big impact on him and his lower lip started shaking just a little when everything started sinking in, overwhelmed looking away. He also felt the same when he was with the warlock, never in his life did he feel so happy and loved. It wasn’t until he met Magnus and he was beyond happy at the moment.

“You do believe me, right?” asked Magnus after a while and Alec nodded.

“Yeah, I just, um,” said Alec and chewed on his lower lip. Of course he believed him, Magnus would never lie. Especially not to him. “I’m just not used to feeling so… happy and special. It’s hard to explain, but-but sometimes just knowing this makes it hard to breathe and I can’t stand how much you mean to me. I-” started blabbering Alec and was quieted down with another kiss from Magnus, who couldn’t keep himself away anymore.

“You better get used to it, Alexander, because I’m planning on staying and I don’t want you to have a heart attack every time you think of me,” teased Magnus.

In response, Alec let out a nervous laughter and Magnus allowed Alec to pull him into a tight hug. As his body was being pressed against the younger’s strong body frame, Magnus just melted against it and wrapped his arms around Alec as well. They stayed like that for a moment or two, until Alec broke their hug and flushed when he saw strangers looking at them.

“Magnus,” he stammered. “We should leave. There’s too many people around.”

It was only then that Magnus actually came aware of the others, previously too distracted by his boyfriend. For all he cared, they could continue to stare. However, it was obvious that Alec was uncomfortable, so he nodded. “Wanna come over? We can continue talking over at my place.”

“With pleasure,” replied Alec and took Magnus’ hand into his own, this time without hesitation and he smiled as they walked towards Magnus’ place.