faded sunsets

anonymous asked:

Could you write number 80 bare toes for Nalu?

I could have made this a foot fetish thing. But I didn’t. Because I’m not evil.

Natsu stares out over the water, leaning back with an arm tossed across one of his knees, his other leg tossed carelessly over the side of the pier, bare toes skimming across the chilly water. Beside him, Lucy sits with her knees tucked against her chest, staring vacantly over the ocean, her eyes locked on the horizon and the bleeding sunset that casts a violet shadow over the water.

For a long while neither say anything, simply watching as the sunset fades to darkness, the pier lights flickering and fighting back the shadows. The noises from the earlier carnival have died down, the pier falling as silent as the pair of them. 

Lucy doesn’t say a word as she shifts, uncurling her legs and sliding closer to the edge of the dock. For a moment, his heart stutters, terror creeping through his veins as he remembers the previous summer, how the water sucked her down and down, swallowing her and nearly refusing to spit her back out. But she doesn’t slip into the water, she barely lets her bare toes skim the surface, a shiver wracking her body, causing her to tremble almost violently.

A sob tears from her throat and Natsu slides in closer, winding his arms around her and dragging her onto his lap, pulling her from the chilly water and holding her close to his chest. Cold, wet toes end up shoved under one of his legs, chilling his thigh through his pants, but he ignores it, murmuring gentle nonsense to Lucy until she quiets, her sobs dampened into hiccups. 

His lips press to her temple, still moving, making promises and spelling love against her skin. 

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Take a Ride with Me, Baby

Take a Ride with Me, Baby by evansrogerskitten

Dean Winchester x Reader 

Dean has rebuilt a  cherry red 1954 pickup. He convinces his girl to take a ride with him one summer evening. 

Warnings: Smut, of course. Language. Fluff. Dean being way too adorable and sexy. WC: 1610 On AO3 Photo credit: Clif Kosterman ig

Happy Galentines Day! ♥


The loud, repetitive honking made me laugh, as I looked through the living room window. I was surprised to see a classic red truck parked out front, Dean hanging out of the door.

“C'mon, baby. Get in the truck.” Dean hollered at me through the open window. The light of a summer sunset was fading  behind the houses across the street.

I walked down the driveway to the 1954 pickup, it’s cherry red paint shiny from the recent wax Dean had applied.

“Sweetheart, I only have her tonight. Take a ride with me.” Dean pleaded, his hand beckoning me.

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let go of your grudges. forget. make yourself happy and let unimportant people fade like sunsets into night. your life is for you, not others. listen to your heart. go drink some tea. wake up early. listen to your mother. write a poem. analyze every instrument and melody in your favorite song. go outside and feel the sun warm your lonely skin. learn to feel again, and learn to feel stronger than ever. do it for yourself