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Reaction for MTMTE Whirl and Megatron if the human on lost light just kind of casually says they love them often

Whirl

  • The first time you say it he’s weirded out like “aren’t you kinda… young for me?” 
  • When you explain he rolls his optic and tells you to stop being mushy.
  • When you say it in front of other people he responds with “gross.”
  • He gets mad and snaps at you after you keep saying it. Why would you say that? You don’t mean it. And if you do you shouldn’t. He avoids you for a while.
  • Eventually he gets used to it, giving you a “yeah, whatever.” when you say it.
  • One day, when you’re alone and Whirl is buzzed, he says it back.

Megatron

  • The first time you say it he’s in shock. You toss an “I love you” over your shoulder as you head back to your habsuite one night. He freezes. Later, Rung finds him stock still in the hallway and has to escort him to his quarters.
  • Whenever you say it after that he’s embarrassed and smiles softly, but doesn’t return the sentiment. 
  • He doesn’t think you understand just how awful he is. He destroyed worlds. There’s no way an innocent little thing like you could love him in earnest.
  • One night he says it back as he carries you to your habsuite to tuck you in.
  • He’s eventually able to say it back when there are others present, but he’s quiet about it.

Pandemonium buzzed and twirled around him, the party winding down and people beginning to leave as the bells had been and gone ringing in the New Year for all. Alec had taken up watch at the end of the bar since his capacity for social interaction had been reached a while ago and the flirty fae woman manning the bar had been steadily feeding Alec colourful fizzy cocktails for the past hour. To say Alec was was feeling pleasantly buzzed was a bit of an understatement.  

Alec’s hands felt fuzzy like a layer of static fluff under his palms making everything feel soft and furry when he touched it. He tried resting his face on the bar because his head felt heavy and because a fuzzy nap sounded nice.

Ow.

That hurt.

Alec frowned. That didn’t seem right. His hands resting against the bar felt nice. But his face hurt. There was a connection there, a failed one but one nonetheless. Something buzzed at the back of his mind with an answer like a frayed sparking wire.

“Alexander are you alright?”

Alec used the bar as leverage to twist his head towards the speaker. 

“Magnus!” Alec cried out a touch to loud. He shushed himself because he was polite like that. His mother raised him to be polite. Alec frowned. He needed another drink. To drown out his mother’s face and words and voice. Alec stretched out his hand for a glass near his head and almost knocked it off the bar with his clumsy fingers. Alec pouted and tried again. The glass was picked up and moved out of his reach with a fond chuckle. 

“I think you’ve had quite enough darling let’s get you home shall we,” Magnus said softly running a hand through Alec’s hair. Alec’s eyes shut as he purred under the attention. 

“Yeah, home,” Alec mumbled happily. 

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Destined To Be

Lucifer x Reader (Supernatural)

A/N: So, this takes place during Season 5, Episode 10: Abandon All Hope.


Fear filled the air like a foul stench. It was not your fear, however, but the fear of your friends.

Castiel had disappeared with barely a word. Hellhounds had begun closing in on you, Sam, Dean, Ellen, and Jo. As far as you could tell, everything was hopeless.

Then why weren’t you afraid?

Why did you slowly walk away from your friends and follow that little voice that had been buzzing in the back of your mind since the moment you arrived in this hellish town?

The answer was simple: Lucifer.

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To: ALL YOU PITIFUL MEATBAGS THAT I SOMEHOW CREATED ATTACHMENTS TO

From: A CERTAIN CHAOS GOD WHO’S NAME STARTS WITH A “B” AND ENDS WITH AN “ILL”

Happy Valentine’s Day! 

They all look like they’re having fun
Joe’s drink seems to be really tasty🍻😊
Oli’s buzzing in the back😊
Anth’s into the photo
Conor… who ever know what the hell he’s doing😂😂😂
Jack… same😂😂
Josh isn’t really into this picture😔😒
Caspar looks like he’s just farted😊😂
And Mikey’s just smelt it😂😂😂😂

Birthday Wishes // Lin-Manuel Miranda

Authors Note: Yes , I know Lin’s birthday was yesterday and I started this yesterday but of course I didn’t have the time to finish it. Anyways, this is a one shot tribute to Lin turning 37 yesterday!
(Also a little side note; in this Lin was never with Vanessa, and I don’t know who and who doesn’t have a Twitter in the cast since I don’t get on often, so don’t mind me)

Word Count: 1,583

Plot: You and the cast go all the way to make a surprise party happen for Lin. In the end you guys finally succeed at confessing and shit

Warnings: Cussing

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Lost in The Wild || TBS

Originally posted by sangsterworld

Request: hey i love you’re writing!! could you do an imagine where you just found out that you’re bf cheated on you so you’re flying home and thomas is in the seat next to you and you guys talk and stuff but you’re deathly afraid of flying so he calms you down and then y'all go for coffee in the airport after or something? lots of fluff and cuteness!! ❤ much love 😌😌

Requests are open.

Note: just because the reader lives in London doesn’t mean she’s British. ;)

A buzz on your phone stopped you from turning it off for the flight.

Baby, I’m sorry. PLEASE come back.

Buzz.

I’m not worthy of your forgiveness right now - but you’re the only one for me, Y/N. I won’t be able to fall in love again.

You ignored the third buzz and turned your phone off.

Flashes of last night haunted your head.

Your boyfriend, Jack, hovering over a blonde girl.

Half naked.

Him kissing her passionately.

How he held her protectively when you caught them.

As if you couldn’t get more overwhelmed, the plane began to move.

You froze in your seat.

“Miss?”

You turned to your left. “What?”

“You’re trembling,” he said matter-of-factly. “are you alright? I have pills for-”

“No,” you cut him off. “I’m just… afraid of flying. I never flew alone before.”

He nodded. “Well, you’re not alone anymore,” he smiled. “I’m Thomas.”

“Y/N.”

He handed you his neck support pillow. “Try clutching to that… maybe it will calm you down.”

Desperate for relief, you forgot your manners and took it, holding it to your chest.

After a few minutes of him watching you in silence, you broke it. “Thank you, Thomas.”

“No problem.” he smiled. “Can I ask you a question? You know… maybe I can distract you.”

“Yeah. Go ahead.”

“If you’re so scared of flying alone… why are you alone?”

You shut your eyes, losing control of your breaths.

“Bad question?”

Not being able to be impolite and refuse him an answer, you replied, “My boyfriend cheated on me last night so I’m going home. I mean, I don’t know how long he’s been cheating… but we’ve only been together for a few months.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

You nodded.

Silence.

Thomas stayed silent for a long time, too.

Too long, in fact.

You looked to him, trying to see if he had fallen asleep.

He looked back at you and smiled.

You handed him his pillow back, but he refused.

“You may clutch to it all you want for the remainder of this trip,” he reassured. “Do you have a place to stay in London, Y/N?”

You nodded. “That’s where I really live. I only flew over to visit him.”

“I thought you were scared of flying alone?”

“He came to London just to accompany me back to America.”

He offered you a sad smile.

“It’s okay… I mean…” you sighed shakily. “No, it’s not okay.”

He rubbed your back soothingly this time; but didn’t respond.

You fell asleep for the rest of the flight.

And drooled on his sweater.

You hid your face in your hands when you found out, but he insisted it was okay, and that he was glad you got some rest.

Thomas exited the plane with you.

“Thomas… your pillow-”

“I put it in your backpack,” he replied. “I’ll get it from you after I get you something to eat. No buts.”

You settled for a little cafe in the airport. And after fighting over it, you let Thomas pay.

He didn’t even let you see how much he had to pay.

“What are you planning on doing now that… you know,” he asked once you were sitting face to face, sipping your cups of coffee.

“I quit my job since we were planning on moving in together - so I guess I’m going to look for a new job. I won’t be able to pay rent.”

Rent.

Oh, no.

What is it?” Thomas leaned forward. “You’ve gone pale.”

“I haven’t paid rent yet…” you cursed under your breath. You checked the day on your phone. “I have to get my stuff out by tomorrow.” You rested your face on the table, sighing.

“Hey, hey, relax,” Thomas sighed. “You can stay with my sister for a while. She lives in the same building I do, she won’t mind.”

“No, Thomas. Absolutely not. No buts,” you quoted him.

He sighed. “Okay, Y/N,”

“Anyway… I have to get home. You know, pack up.”

“You want some help?”

“You could be a murderer,” you teased.

“At least you’ll get out of your apartment on time,” he shrugged. “I’ll help you out. I’ll drop my stuff at your place first, I have some errands to run.”

“Thank you, Thomas.”

He winked at you.

He’s kind of handsome…

To your surprise, Thomas paid for the taxi fare as well.

“Don’t start without me,” he warned. “relax a while. Get changed. Do what you need to do. I won’t be out long.”

“Okay.”

You showered first, then you got started on a midnight snack for Thomas - sandwiches and tea would seem to suffice, for now.

It has only been twenty minutes when Thomas returned.

“The tea smells nice, Y/N. Thank you.”

You smiled.

“I have a surprise for you.”

You eyed him suspiciously.

“You don’t have to pay rent… for now.”

He handed you a check, amounting to  £10,000.

“Thomas. No.”

Take it, Y/N. I know how much you need it.”

Desperate once again, you took it carefully. “I’ll pay you back,” you swore.

“Whatever.” he shook his head. “It smells like vanilla in here… it’s not the tea, is it?”

You shook your head, sniffing your hair. “I think it’s my shampoo.”

He chuckled.

You began to pour tea into the cup, when Thomas shrugged his jacket off.

Oh, my…

HOT… literally.

“Y/N!” Thomas shouted urgently, pointing to your chest.

Apparently, due to your ogling, you had spilled hot water on yourself.

Your senses returned to you slowly. Your skin burned at the sensation, and instinctively you lifted your shirt to your head, taking it off.

This is embarrassing.

Thomas looked conflicted on whether or not he should look and help.

He helped anyway, his eyes on your face the whole time.

He told you to dab your… chest with a damp rag, but it hurt too much.

“Let me do it.” he suggested. “May I?”

Well… he didn’t look like a pervert.

He was gentle with you, his eyes on yours the whole time.

The perfect gentleman.

“I have a shirt here, it’s big so it won’t irritate your skin.”

You nodded, letting him put his white shirt on you.

“I’m so sorry, Thomas. This is embarrassing.”

“Hush, Y/N. You’re… lost. It’s okay.” surprising you both, he took you into his arms.

You didn’t cry.

This surprised you, too.

“Thank you,” you muttered into his shirt.

You felt him nod in turn.

“Would you like me to serve tea instead?” he asked. “No, don’t answer that. Go do something else while I clean up.”

This was what you wanted.

Someone who would take care of you when you’re broken.

Someone who loved you enough to clean up after you when you can’t.

Love?

Oh.

When you were with Jack, you saw paradise. Sitting with your children in the front porch, visits to the beach, romantic nights…

But with Thomas, you saw reality. His heart when all things go wrong. When you’re at your ugliest.

Thomas finished cleaning by then, facing you with that damn dazzling smile.

You kissed him.

He kissed back.

Not bliss, but real life.

You felt the muscles on his back as he hoisted you up and off your tip-toes.

“Thank you,” you muttered against his soft lips.

Blind Dating||Part Two {S.M}

requested// a part two to my imagine, Blind Dating

author’s note// literally all of my second parts suck maybe this one will make a difference ayo hope yalike!

masterlist || link to part one

You were in Shawn’s truck. Which felt weird, cause you never got into strange men’s cars. Of course, no one should do that, but this felt weird. And not the bad kind of weird that made you feel like you were about to be cut into a thousand pieces, the kind of weird that gave you butterflies. His hand was on your thigh, and that also felt weird. But again, the good kind of weird. The kind of weird that confused you, since you had never even liked anyone’s hands on your thigh before. You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket, which caused you to shift and that caused him to remove his hand from your leg. A pang of sadness washed over you, and you almost instantly pushed it away, mentally scolding yourself. 

He could do the same thing as the last one did. Don’t get too close. Don’t fall too deep. 

You picked up your phone from your back pocket. It was Joey. 

“Is that Joey or Leo?” He chuckled. His chuckle was absolutely beautiful. Maybe the most beautiful thing you’ve heard, next to his voice. You had stayed up hours the previous night listening to his covers and even some of his original songs. You weren’t even slightly surprised he was so famous. You stared at him, slightly creepily. But you really hadn’t gotten a chance to really take him in. And he was perfect. His jawline was glorious, but it wasn’t so sharp that he resembled a rat. (like some guys you had seem, i.e Jared from The Bachelor franchise) He was very handsome, but not so handsome that he looked like a Ken doll. He was lean, but he wasn’t super buff like a body builder. “Y/n?” He glances over at you for a moment, since it had been a good two minutes of complete silence, and you turned a bright shade of tomato red. Hoping to God that he didn’t notice your stalker like staring. 

“Oh, um, yeah. It was Joey.” You uttered, still praying that he didn’t notice, trying to mask any embarrassment. You didn’t do a very good job. 

“What did he say?” He chuckled again. 

Jesus, that laugh.  

You let out a little laugh.

“He just wanted to know where we are.” You quickly sent a message back to him.

“I said we were just driving around, getting to know one another.” You glanced over at Shawn and smiled. His hand went back to your thigh and your heart skipped a beat.

“Be sure to say thanks to Leo, I’m glad he set this up.” He didn’t have to look over at you for you to know he was suppressing an ear-to-ear grin, and his hand tightened ever so slightly on your thigh.

“Yeah, and thanks to Joey for forcing me to leave the house.” You huffed jokingly. Shawn didn’t even titter.

“Why wouldn’t you leave the house?” You looked over at him, and he wasn’t even trying to push down that frown that was plastered across his face. You started to panic. What if he didn’t want to talk to you anymore? Your heart started beating so fast and loud, you were almost one hundred percent sure that Shawn could hear it.

“Um, I got out of a serious long term relationship recently, and Joey said it is time for me to um, yanno, get back out there. So he uh, called Leo to get us together I guess, before you um, go out on tour.” You stuttered, wringing your hands. He was probably about to take you home, not wanting to get involved with someone still seemed affected by a relationship.

“Yeah, I’m glad he did so! How did you know I was going on tour?” He raised an eyebrow as a thin grin appeared on his face. The weight that was on your shoulders only moments ago had almost completely vanished. He didn’t seem to mind. It made you kinda… happy?

“Joey said you most likely were, with that album coming out. Your EP was amazing by the way!” You complimented, putting your hand on top of his. There weren’t exactly sparks flying everywhere, but it felt so right. It felt like your hands belonged together. Your fingers wrapped around his palm as he loosened his grip just slightly on your leg.

“Thank you! Leo send me the link to your YouTube channel, so I watched a few of your films. They are absolutely amazing!” He beamed, and your heart melted. Your ex never watched one of your films. Even the one he was featured in.

“Really?” You unintentionally squeaked.

“Yeah! My favorite was the true crime one, that made a police station look like a reality TV show. I laughed so hard, it was hilarious!” He started laughing at the memory. That film was your favorite, you had hired some actual actors for that one, so you were proud of it. You even got your ex to watch the first five minutes of it, but he said it just wasn’t even funny.

“Really? Oh my God, thank you! That is probably my favorite one as well.” You chuckled, tightening your grip on his hand, which caused him to let go of your leg, but take hold of your hand, entwining your fingers. You skin felt buzzed, like you somehow got slightly high just off of his skin touching yours. Your entwined fingers lied in your lap, and you were pretty sure you hadn’t felt something feel more right than this did. “Maybe sometime you can be in one of my films.” You suggested. He looked over at you with wide eyes.

“Seriously? Man, that’d be great.” He chuckled again.

God, that laugh of his.

“Maybe you’ll be the muse of one of my songs.” He looked over at you and winked. Your entire body melted into a puddle.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You held back a grin that was so dangerously close to creeping across your face.

“Well, it is almost twelve in the morning, and I would hate to get you in trouble on our first date. How about I run you home.” He smiled, bringing your hands up to his lips and kissing it. You thought you were about to go into cardiac arrest. He was doing small romantic things guys never ever did on first dates without ulterior motive.

“Yeah, but actually can you take me to Joey’s? I’m not going to lie to you, I’m going to sleepover at his house and tell him all about this.” You laughed, your cheeks turning into a blush.

“Ah, perfect! I actually know where that is!” He replied, taking a sharp turn. “It’s just around the corner, coincidentally.” He pulled his hand away, which cause another pang of sadness to enter your body, but you pushed it away.

Jesus Christ, Y/n. He has to drive.

“Ah, here we go.” He pulled into Joey’s driveway, and you were so glad that Leo’s car was not in the driveway. You had walked in on Leo and Joey once, which was one too many times.

“Thank you so much.” You grinned, clicking off your seat-belt. “You have my cell phone number, right?” You were hoping that was a good enough hint that said ‘call me.’

“Yeah, I’ll call you tomorrow.” He replied, grabbing onto your hand.

Mission accomplished.

“Okay um well, then I gue-” Shawn cut you off in the most amazing way you could’ve asked to be cut off in.

Shawn leaned in and kissed you. Again, you didn’t feel the sparks or fireworks, but you were almost one hundred percent sure that that was just for the movies and books. But it felt right. It felt perfect. It felt like your lips and his belonged together, and maybe they did. And you for sure felt incomplete when his lips left yours.

“I’ll um… Talk to you tomorrow.” You somehow stumbled out of the car, seemingly drunken just from Shawn’s lips. You managed to get yourself to Joey’s front door. The door was locked, so you knocked on it, lightly of course, hoping not to wake his parents. Thankfully, Joey opened up the front door, wearing Leo’s hockey sweatshirt and his own pajama pants.

“Hey, can I sleepover tonight?” You giggled, basically falling over in complete giddy lovestruckness.

“Come on in and spill the tea, love.”


author’s note// HEY GUYS so i tried a new thing with the texts idk if i like it but yanno we will see tell me what you think!!! also send me asks for bulletpoints and questions please im desperate and wanna answer stuff ahhhh okay i drank so much coffee AHHHHH!!

This is the third time you have been 'sick' this month Maggie...

Summary: Maggie texts Alex repeatedly until she convinces her to come over and take care of her.

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*Bzzzt*

Alex ignored her phone and continued to stare through her microscope at the sample that had been collected at a crime scene earlier that day. Thirty seconds later, her phone buzzed again. She sat back and glanced at the device, biting her lip. One text is probably nothing, but two?

She removed her rubber gloves and rolled her chair over to where the phone was sitting several feet away. Both of the unread messages were from Maggie.

Alex I’m sick

Danvers did you get that? I’m sickkkkkk

Alex sighed and typed out a response.

This is the third time you have been “sick” this month Maggie.

The instant that the message was delivered, three blinking dots appeared on the left side of Alex’s screen. A new text appeared soon after that.

I’m serious this time babe.

A second later, the phone buzzed again. This time though, it was a dark picture of Maggie lying on her couch with a bright red and runny nose and flushed cheeks. Alex examined the picture for a second and then stood up.

Okay, I believe you. For now, but so help me, if aren’t severely ill when I get there, I will kick your ass.

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Why do I keep getting back together with him, you ask?
Have you ever gotten so drunk off of vodka that the next time you smell it you feel nauseous?
And yet, you still drink it anyways
just for the buzz?
—  endless cycles, excerpt from a book I’ll never write #10
insecure: jealousy;

member- taekook x you

genre- fluff, (very) slight angst, au

words- 1,352

summary- you cant help but get a little jealous of taehyung & jungkook always being toegther. polyamorous!au

a/n- here is the fluffy version! i hope you guys like this one too! i hope they aren’t too similar! 

Originally posted by taekookie-bts

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Usually, you aren’t the jealous type. In fact, it’s crucial for your relationship not to be. But sometimes you just can’t help it. Especially when it’s swim season. 

It started with Jungkook. He likes to be active all the time, which is why he’s on both the school’s baseball and swim team. When Jungkook went to the first optional swim practice, he came back buzzing about how much fun it was and how Taehyung would love it. Next thing you knew, Taehyung was going to practices with Jungkook, which ended up in both of them making the team. Of course, your boys are talented (and they both happen to look fantastic without a shirt on). Once they were both on the team, it was weekends without them and evenings spent waiting for them to come home. And you hate it. 

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Sleepy Kisses - Part Two (William Nylander)

Masterlist  Part 1

Word Count: 1104

Team: Toronto Maple Leafs

Warning/s: Mild swearing, Fluff

A/n: Part 2 for @pookie-cleary, gif from T-User @ttessavirtue

That evening you ended up spread onto your couch like a starfish. You had pushed back all of your thoughts hoping he wouldn’t come over that night so you had time to figure out what to say.
He couldn’t be offended on a personal level, could he? The sound of your phone buzzing got you back into reality, realizing that the show you had been watching had switched to the next episode.
You quickly grabbed your phone seeing you had two messages.

Scott: Yeah maybe next time. I talked to Josh on the phone. He promised to behave.

Nyler: Can I come over?

Your heart stopped beating for a very long second. So long that you were basically planning your own funeral. But when it continued beating like normally you realized that you were fucked. 

To Nyler: Sure

Nyler: Ok, gonna be there in ten

You put your phone back onto the table, trying not to freak out. Mentally checking everything, from your shorts and shirt to the way your hair looked, you controlled if you could actually confront him the way you looked. The conclusion: You looked okay. Perfect.
So for the next ten minutes, you tried your hardest not to have a panic attack. You couldn’t focus on the show at all and your mind was all over the place.
You were losing it over something you did when you were half asleep. Nobody could judge you.
RIIING.
The way to the doorbell was as if your feet didn’t want to move. With a nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach, you took a deep breath and opened the door.
Greet him? No, too weird to say hi. Joke? Good idea.

“Look who finally decided to ring like normal people.”, you grinned, opening the door enough to let him in, taking a step back.

“Very funny.”, he replied sarcastically while entering.

“So how was practice?”, you asked, trying to sound casual as you walked back to your spot on the couch and turned down the volume of the TV.

“It was good. Gonna play against the Caps this Friday. And your meeting with Y/BFF/N?”

Small talk seemed okay to start so you just went along and told him about how Y/BFF/N was freaking out because of her midterms and how she had met a guy in a bookstore, which was actually what she had told you a few days ago, but you didn’t want to mention the situation.

“Huh, seems like she wants to go out with him.”, he concluded.

You were about to say something when his expression turned into a small grin with a slightly raised eyebrow.

“Or kiss him, huh?”

And there it was. The topic was there and you could do nothing but to roll your eyes and bite your lip in embarrassment while you blushed. And he saw it, you knew he did, that’s because he kept grinning.

“So you actually do remember. Wasn’t sure about that!”

“Yeah, I do.”, you admitted.

“Just being a nice person, wishing you a good night and you smooch me right on the mouth. Seems like you have fallen for my charm.”

Okay, he was having way too much fun with watching your cheeks get even pinker.

“Oh shut up. That’s not fair! I was so tired that I had a debate with myself if hair can be adorable and I’m pretty sure I thought it was a noun at first. So it doesn’t count! Besides, I didn’t smooch you right on the mouth.”, you said, erupting in laughter.

“So you think my hair is adorable?”, he asked.

“Hey, Mister, who said I was debating over your hair? Don’t be so proud of yourself there.”

“Have you seen my hair? I can be proud of that!”, he insisted

A moment of silence washed over the two of you, as you awkwardly focused your gaze on the phone on the table.

“Can you stand up for a second?”, he asked.

“Uh- sure. Why?”

You stood up, standing in front of the couch, your arms hanging on both of your sides. You were ready to ask again when he didn’t reply but you couldn’t get your head to work, almost like the night before. You just watched, with a mix of nervousness, fascination, and curiosity, as Will got up himself and closed the distance between the two of you.
You watched his hands as he positioned them on your hips. When they had found their place you looked up with Will’s face just inches from yours.
His light blue eyes were almost glowing as you watched them. Waiting for what he was going to do. A part of you wanted to kiss him again and another part of you, the part that was worried your friendship was at risk, wanted to hug him and say sorry.

“What are you doing?”, you faintly whispered, still captured by his eyes.

“Just to make it count.”, he whispered.

He leaned in for his lips to catch yours, coming even closer to you. And this time it wasn’t just the corner of his mouth but his lips. And they were so soft that you practically melted into the kiss, putting your hands around his neck.
Your eyes were closed and all you could think about was the warmth of his body that was so close you could feel your bodies touching.
Will actually deepened the kiss when he felt that you were kissing him back. He separated his lips from yours, a smile appearing on his face.
He didn’t bring any space between the two of you, so you just stood there for a second, looking into each other’s eyes and enjoying the closeness. 

“I like you way too much to just ignore that you kissed me.”, he confessed.

“You like me?”, you mumbled in reply.

“I do.”

You smiled while you kept the eye contact before realizing he was looking at you as if he waited for something. After noticing you didn’t get the hint he opened his mouth to speak, your eyes flashing down to his lips.

“That’s the part where you say something.”

“I like you too.”

Will leaned in for a second kiss, that was way shorter but as sweet as the first. And when he pulled back you started laughing.

“You know you could’ve started the conversation this way, right? Without me blushing?”

“Yeah, I know. But I like the way you look when you blush.”

Like a Little Black Dress

Gabriel x Reader (Supernatural)

Warnings: This is a little NSFW but it’s not really bad by any means.

Originally posted by sophie-in-the-tardis


It all started with a little buzz in the back of your mind. You didn’t think much of it, blaming it on your lack of sleep or the adrenaline still pumping through your veins after your last hunt with Sam and Dean. However, the next morning when you were fully rested and relaxing with a nice book in the bunker, you felt it again. It was like a fly that you couldn’t find but every once in awhile it would buzz past your ear.

You didn’t notice any actual changes until later in the day when you were washing up for supper. Just a quick look in the mirror turned into an all out inspection. You looked good. Really good. Smirking to yourself, you slipped out of the bathroom, suggesting a night at the bar should be in store for the boys. They readily agreed, though eyed you weirdly at the cocky behavior you were displaying.

Gabriel dropped by when you were just about finished up.

“Looking good,” he whistled jokingly, teasing you like the two of you often do.

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stoneboss  asked:

For the minific meme, 479er and Carolina in U?

U. Coming home.

So at the end of the war – ‘The war’. Singular. What a fucking joke. Which war? And when? One of how many real or metaphorical? – Four-Seven-Niner finds there’s a certain level of work available to morally flexible combat pilots with nothing to lose. She comes highly recommended. She comes with her own drop-ship. She comes with a head full of slip-space trajectories and read for flash-jumps through the contested voids between one UNSC system and the next. She has a head for ducking law.

In the end, she’s just looking for a color.

Aquamarine.

She finds it in a space port along the outer systems, eating burgers and fries from a docking cantina, hair buzzed up the back, sticking up on top. Niner taps her on the shoulder. She turns around, blinking green and Niner isn’t sure why this occurs to her: an image of a skyline, a horizon frayed by the rippling green of trees, a long stretch of rolling hills that climb from her feet to the edge of that great wood. She imagines a rocket, no, a single bottle rocket, winding a trail of smoke into the atmosphere. Popping in the sky. The smell of hotdogs on a grill.

Niner’s eyes burn a little. “Hey, there Carolina.”

And the woman with a green eyes, a new massive scar across her cheek, she says, “Fuck you, Four-Seven-Niner.”

Then she lunges out of her seat and Niner’s weightless and spinning. She’s tasting ketchup and salt. She’s kissing a women two steps from SPARTAN, saying her name to make it stick. And home is the sound she makes when Carolina says her name (her real name) in a time of peace.

anonymous asked:

TELL US ABOUT YOUR BEST FRIEND. And be cute.

“I’ve got two best friends if that still counts; Ella Halder and Noah Blackwell. Ella can make me laugh like a hysterical madman any day of the week and I love her dearly. Like, I would drop everything for her if I had to. A lot of people think that she’s unstable or not easy to get along with, but I’ve never had an easier time becoming that intimate with someone, y’know what I mean? She’s great and anyone would be lucky to know her like I do. Noah, on the other hand, can be a pain in my ass sometimes when he’s having one of those days at work or something, but he’s really supportive and I’d trust that guy with my life. Our business relationship could be described as the farthest thing from professional by those who have actually worked with us, however we’re both good at what we do, and we still have enough time to dick around when the opportunity arises. He can be almost uncomfortably serious if you don’t know him that well, but he’s a good guy and I’m glad to share the earth with him.

Was that cute enough?”

@fighting-ellahalder, @nxahblackwell