from the mouth of the man himself

fallynephemeron  asked:

“Do you think we’re bad people?” Eric & Owen

Eric flung himself onto their bed with a heavy sigh, burying his face in his pillow. His husband couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. Usually he was the one displaying such dramatics. What’s wrong, baby? Owen chuckled, rubbing the blond’s back comfortingly. 

Another loud sigh came from the pouting man. “Do you think we’re bad people?” he asked, his voice muffled by the pillow that still covered his mouth. 

Well I know that I’m not, but you… Owen teased, nudging Eric with his elbow playfully. The blond groaned loudly in response. Honey, I’m just kidding. We are not bad people.

Then why do our children hate me? Eric whined, rolling onto his back & staring up at the ceiling with a frown. 

Owen laid beside him, wrapping his arm around the man’s slender waist. Our children don’t hate you, Eric. They love you very much, just like I do. 

They DO hate me! Eric insisted, shaking his head in despair. When Sawyer is home, he’s locked in his room, Soph doesn’t want anything to do with me, Kins is moving across the country in a few weeks & Archer obviously has some kind of daddy issues.

Owen burst out in a fit of laughter. Honey, he chortled, laying his head on the man’s chest. Archer does not have daddy issues, he just fell in love with someone who happens to be quite a bit older than him. Kinsley has an amazing job opportunity. That, if anything, means we did well with her. Sawyer is a typical teenager & Sophie is right behind him. If you were a 12 year old girl, would you want to spend all of your time with your boring, old dads?

I suppose you’re right, Eric mumbled, wrapping his arms around his husband’s shoulders & kissing the top of his head softly. Plus, at least Lathan still likes me. 

No one made a move to help him, and she struck him once more with her power. The red marble splintered where he hit it, spiderwebbing toward me. With wave after wave she hit him. Rhys groaned.

“Stop,” I breathed, blood filling my mouth as I strained a hand to reach her feet. “Please.”

Rhys’s arms buckled as he fought to rise, and blood dripped from his nose, splattering on the marble. His eyes met mine.

The bond between us went taut. I flashed between my body and his, seeing myself through his eyes, bleeding and broken and sobbing.

 I’m just. Going to curl into a ball and cry myself to sleep okay? “No one made a move to help him” is just so…painful yet justified on their parts. Rhys has carved out this place for himself, this no-man’s land. And it’s what I talked about before with the question of how far he went and whether it was ever too far. And he walks an incredibly thin line here to truly fall in a neutral zone whereby no-one will help him…but they won’t help Amarantha either. But he’s alienated himself and I wonder about that over the last 50 years. With no allies but no real enemies either. Just emptiness. It’s not difficult to see how Feyre and Rhys bond so closely in ACOMAF with the similar experiences that they’ve had. 

And I also love that the follow-up to this, to Feyre realising that no-one was helping Rhys…is to reach out and help him herself. Amarantha has shattered her bones at this point, tortured her far beyond anything she’s ever endured…and she lies on the floor, bloody and battered and exhausted and she asks her to stop…She asks her to stop hurting Rhys. 

There’s some really painful parallels going on here? Rhys slaved for Amarantha for fifty years and didn’t dream of killing her for himself. He didn’t pick up that dagger for himself. He was content to let Tamlin have that final kill; he’d already told Feyre that. He picked it up for Feyre. He picked it up for his mate. Amarantha hurting Feyre was what pushed him into action. And that’s just. So important for their dynamic. Rhys saves Feyre in ACOMAF. But as I’ve said before, she’s already saved him in ACOTAR. 

And I love that it’s at this moment that Feyre becomes fully aware of that bond and how closely it binds her to Rhys. She still thinks it’s the bargain, the tattoo, but she feels it in this moment. As they reach for each other. As these two neutral people, the ones that weren’t worth either helping or harming beyond what was happening, these two battered, broken souls made to feel worthless by the world, who won’t lift a finger to defend themselves, reach for each other, help each other and take that first step together down a very long road to healing. 

imagine Hux being captured by the Resistance and they’re so desperate for the war to be over that they use the Force to manipulate Hux’s mind to make him break, by using his love for Kylo as a weakness

imagine them showing Hux images of Kylo betraying him, first betraying the Order and then betraying Hux with another man

but Hux is resilient

but one day, he wakes up to Kylo standing in the corner of his cell and Hux is ecstatic because he’s come to save him, his knight has come to save him–but Kylo doesn’t look happy he tells Hux how weak he is for allowing himself to be captured, how Snoke thinks he’s tattled their secrets to the Resistance, and how Kylo now despises him and Hux crumbles, not being able to handle the dispicable hate that’s coming from Kylo’s mouth, the mouth that’s soothed him in his darkest moments

and outside the room, General Organa and Master Skywalker watch as their Force-decoy Kylo tears General Hux’s soul in half until he’s nothing more than an empty shell

when the real Kylo comes to save him, he can’t understand why Hux is so quiet, his eyes so empty, his body unresponsive to Kylo’s kisses. It takes scanning Hux’s mind for Kylo to find out what’s wrong, and he swears his bloodiest revenge on the Resistance for turning the one person he’s ever loved against him

what we learned about how the mcelroys laugh from the episode

Justin: cannot keep a straight face for love or money. will fall apart at the slightest goof, face shrinks immediately. cannot even contain himself enough to call ellen degeneres.

Travis: good at not laughing, but his smile is inescapable. smiling 24/7. a shining boy.

Griffin: the best straight man of the three, either due to professionalism or social discomfort. but when he cracks, he bursts like a water balloon. wide mouth.

Things that I want more of:

Marmora raised Galra Kieth and papa Thace

tbh im so sad that I found this show so late. i missed all the theories of keith’s parents and now im stuck with this canon southern dude when i could have spent all this time believing in papa Thace and tiny, japanese mama kogane with all my heart…

i spent the drive to class this morning thinking about little human mama kogane being the pilot of another mission intercepted by the galra.

meeting thace and falling in love with this deceptively sweet undercover Galra man who tries his best to keep whats left of her crew alive and safe from the guards that like to rough them up to pass the time.

somehow they find the time to get her pregnant, she’s a regular little spit fire hotshot pilot and she loves mouthing off to the other guards and he’s beside himself because wow she’s great but holy shit that mouth is going to get her in so much trouble and it does.

haggar and the druids have been studying her and the rest of the crew since this is probably their first encounter with humans? idk, in my head her crew was like practice for what happened to shiro and his cybernetic arm. anyway thats how they realize she’s pregnant

they don’t realize the baby’s half galra tho, they think she was pregnant when she got there cause she’s pretty far along when they start these tests because the druids are evil scientists and they’re just like lets see how hard you can squeeze until it pops,

and that puts the baby in danger so she has to get out of there. she’s already decided she’ll die for this kid no question

so Thace coordinates an escape, sets up an escape pod and gives her the coordinates to the Marmora outpost

and honestly i really want to write and draw tiny bad ass human mama kogane heavily pregnant with baby keith escaping from the Galra, shooting and flying like a freaking ace because Keith had to get his pilot skills from somewhere, all the way to the Marmora outpost while she’s pm in the middle of labor.

I don’t even know how that timeline would work but i love it??

and once she gets to the outpost she’s in full on labor right?

she stumbles out of the pod and Ulaz, who’s probably received updates from Thace about this resilient little human pilot that he’s totally gone over and is like just ‘holy shit, what do?’ so she coaches him through the delivery cause she’s the definition of badass, and she finally gets to hold her little ass kicker and she knows what he’ll be a part of, knows what he’ll do and she also knows that she won’t be there to see him do it

but it’s ok cause she watches Ulaz clean him up so carefully and tenderly with this spellbound look in his eyes because it’s been so long since any of the Galra have seen children and there’s something hopeful about watching something so pure and innocent be born in the midst of war and she knows that her kid will be fiercely protected by the alien resistance

She tells him to name him Keith after her brother and her copilot who didn’t survive the druids experiments and she kind of just slips away because you have to kill your darlings.

I’m just saying this sounds better that whatever explanation they’re planning to give me for Tim Mcgraw over there…. (even though mama galra is a super awesome idea :))) )

and you love me til my heart stops

one of @lukeshea anons talked about lukas taking a bullet for philip and since i cant mind my own damn business i did the thing!


There have been moments in his life where Philip wondered if he was going to die. Nights where hunger coiled and stretched inside his belly. Mornings where he wasn’t sure if his mother was going to come home. Minutes pressed against bricks in alleys, hiding from people he’d stolen from to provide for himself when his mother disappeared. 

But none of them are anything compared to this.

He doesn’t quite know how he ended up here; probably because of whatever was on the fabric the man pressed to his mouth.

He remembers being shoved into the car, and he remembers riding in the trunk with Lukas. He remembers being cold. Then, being pulled out and dropped to the ground. Lukas, next to him. 

That’s all there is until now.

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His eyes… says otherwise?

Is that what you would have wanted to say Doumeki? Regardless of what the most accurate meaning of that little inner thought bubble is.. for me the context is generally telling that since early on Doumeki has never been convinced that Yashiro is someone who can’t love or who doesn’t want to be loved… whether it came from other people’s opinions or it came straight from Yashiro’s mouth himself. Since early on Doumeki is so sensitive, perceptive and attentive when it comes to Yashiro… all his little expressions, nuances and subtle emotions. Doumeki is really the perfect man for Yashiro - someone who understands and accepts and sees through him beyond twisted words and other absurdities.  

Home, Part Three

Pairings: Peter Quill x Reader, Steve x Reader

Warnings: mild language, angst 

A/N: This was only suppose to be a very long one shot. No beta this time.

Summary: Your best friend in the whole galaxy is coming to visit to help out with Thanos. When he arrives, Steve finds himself jealous of the close relationship Peter and you have. Will this stop the man from telling you how he feels? Will old feelings be brought up once Peter arrives? Does first love truly fade?    Part One   Part Two

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Imagine Negan taking a liking to you and Rick not liking it.

——— Request for anon ———

Not liking it was an understatement. Rick absolutely hated it, but what was he to do? Going against Negan had proven to be a bad idea, and he wasn’t going to risk the thin line of patience the man had after he’d finally turned his violence in a direction that wasn’t towards Rick’s group.

So Rick kept his mouth shut as Negan flirted with you, trying to keep his eyes anywhere but where Negan followed you around Alexandria, teasing you with half-threats that he’d take you with him this time, “Maybe I’ll take you home with me this time, sweetheart. What do ya’ fuckin’ say?” Negan maneuvered himself quickly in front of you, blocking you from continuing to load his truck with his half of Alexandria’s supplies, “Speak when you’re spoken to.”

“No, thank you, Negan,” Rick watched you reply timidly, gripping the box of medical supplies in your hands a little tighter as you tried to read if you’d made Negan mad past his signature smirk.

“Ah, fuck,” Negan breaks the silence, and Rick watches as you take a breath that he hadn’t noticed you’d been holding as Negan pats you on the shoulder gently before gesturing to the truck, “I’ll just take the goods, then. Load her up.”

Rick hoped Negan wouldn’t notice how pissed he was.

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Imagine Dean pretending to be happy when he sees you with your new boyfriend

Watching you turn and run into the arms of another man was heartbreaking but Dean couldn’t bring himself to look away. Instead he watched your every movement, his body leaning against the cool exterior of the Impala. His stomach dropped as your arms wrapped around the new man, your lips meeting his in a sweet kiss.

“Keep staring Dean, like it wasn’t already obvious.” Sam snapped him back to reality as he handed him a coffee cup.

“Shut up Sam.” Dean grumbled, the words leaving his mouth in a muttered breath, his jealously shining through. He made no attempt to hide his true feelings from his brother, Sam already knew.

“She gave you a chance.” Sam pointed out. You and Dean had been a thing before, he knew all about the feelings you had for him and you knew to some extent what he felt back.

“And I blew it, I know.” He ran a hand down his face, the conversation one he’d already had with himself. With you both being hunters, the two of you living together you’d decided that it was best to be friends and nothing else, no matter how much you both wanted more. Initially it had been his choice, and you’d tried your hardest to make him see sense, to see that there had to be a way you two could make it but eventually you’d given up hope too. “Trust me, I know.”

“Maybe if you just talked to her-” Sam suggested but Dean cut him off with a humourless laugh.

“Not a chance.” His eyes were on you again, every bit of sad emotion he felt showing in his features. Leaving you to it, not interfering was the best option for everyone. It had to be. “It’s better for her this way.”

“You really love her, don’t you?” Sam looked over at his brother, realising something he hadn’t before. Understanding he wasn’t going to get a confirmation from Dean he gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder before climbing into the car.

Dean continued to watch you a little while longer, a million thoughts and ‘what ifs’ running through his mind. He forced a smile when you looked over, his hand coming up to give you a small wave, and then when your back was turned again the smile vanished. He sighed before whispering an answer to Sam’s question. "More than you’ll ever know.”

He thinks he could love this man, with his wide eyes and the crinkles that surround them. And maybe Bodhi could love him back, despite the harshness and cold he emits on the outside. Despite what he’s done in the name of peace and justice for everyone. Despite his crimes and his mistakes, which still leave a bitter taste in his mouth, he knows it would be an honour for Bodhi Rook to love him back. Bodhi, with his smile honest and genuine and his hands, calloused and scarred from years of servicing the Empire. He thinks Bodhi could love him back.

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[ Every time I see this scene, I notice that Ravus, upon noticing Ardyn, lowers his head the slightest bit, moves out of his way, and turns his back to the scene unfolding feet from him as if it is none of his business. 

A mere moment before, he was ready to fight a young man imbued with the power of some of the most powerful kings in their world’s history. Ravus is a man who is quick to anger, and he loathes for his position in Niflheim to be questioned. He serves no one. He commands. He loves to display his power, reiterating that he deserves respect. This is a man who holds himself in high regard.

But this is also a man who has been taught when to shut his mouth and step down. Not for the King of Kings. No. For Ardyn. His body language isn’t as defiant as it is obedient. Ardyn even flicks his hand in what, at first, looks like a wave to the Lucis king and his group, but, no, he’s shooing Ravus like a servant who has overstayed his welcome.

I serve no one,” huh? Methinks ya do. ]

Endless Nights, Endless Cries

To say that Atsushi was surprised…was an understatement.

In fact, he was far too shock to even recognize the mixture of feelings dwelling up inside his chest, throbbing, aching, shouting. It had only been a few minutes since his mind registered the soft yet broken sound lingering around his ears, though the pain in his heart felt like it had always been there from the very beginning. The white-haired teen felt himself shaking, losing his breath even—and all he could do was stare at the young man, his mind as blank as ever.

Beside him, Akutagawa was burying his face on the palm of his hands. A few hiccups escaped his lips, followed by string of coughs, but to Atsushi it sounds more like an excuse to try to hide the sobs coming out from his own mouth. From his view, the detective could not see the tiny droplets of tears soaking the other’s pale face, or how it painted his cheeks in an inartistic portrait. The muffled sobs he heard was heartbreaking enough that Atsushi thought he’d break down as well if he saw the other unclasp his hands from his face.

It wasn’t the first time Atsushi saw him had nightmare, and he’s certain it would be far from the last. And though he had seen him struggling to forget loads of bad dreams in the past, that was the first time he saw Akutagawa cry, show vulnerability in front of someone he had considered a rival before all these secret meetings ever happened.

Atsushi didn’t even know how it all started—or how his supposed enemy Mafioso became his lover after declarations of hatred and promised revenge. All he knew was that one day, Akutagawa let him see past his stoic face and nonchalance, lips against lips in a comforting rhythm he allowed himself to listen to. And though they might be in different sides of values, or even grew up believing different versions of what’s right, their hearts still beat for each other’s name and maybe, that was all that mattered—for now.

Akutagawa inched closer to his lover, prying his hands away from his eyes. He snuggled his face over the other’s chest, seeking for certain comfort he’d been yearning for ever since the night chased the sun away. The white-haired male wrapped his arms around the other’s waist in retaliation, whispering soft promises to his skin in the fortress of their shared futon.

The former tipped his head back, revealing his swollen eyes for Atsushi to see. Black irises slowly rose to meet heterochromatic ones, silently pleading him to tell him everything’s going to be okay, that there’s still something human inside him.

He held his hands.

“You’re still with me, Akutagawa. I’m here for you, okay?”

He kissed him on the forehead.
“Your scars will remain scars, you can’t erase them. They’re a part of you and the only thing you can do is prevent them from ruining what you are now. It’s going to be okay, trust me.” A smile appeared on his face, on normal occasions it would have been returned with equal fondness from his lover, yet today was not the day. Instead, Akutagawa snapped—creating some distance between them.

“How can you say everything’s going to be okay?!” Ironic. Because just a minute ago, he’d been dreading for Atsushi to say those exact words. “You don’t understand. Unlike you, I’m unwanted. Nobody cares about me.”

His face broke into a laugh, bitter tears spilling from his black orbs in queue. For a moment, Atsushi wondered whether he said the right words or if he just made it worse. He clenched his fists, enough to draw crimson red from his palms.

“You received Dazai-san’s acknowledgement effortlessly. One thing I’ve always wanted, yet…I’m still here. Still too far for him to see.” He closed his eyelids, feeling the liquid warming up his entire body. He might be powerful, but he’s still a human. He might be nonchalant, but he’s still a human. He might be considered heartless, but he’s still a human. He might be a Mafioso, but he’s still a human.

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke is a human, yet he’s a monster to people’s eyes.

A monster, undeserving of love.

“I wish I can take your pain away. I really do.” Atsushi whispered, burying his head on the former’s torso. There it is again, his soft voice soothing the rage within Akutagawa, something touching his stoned heart. He’d always been weak for Atsushi, always searching for the warmth only the man-tiger could provide. Their hands locked together as if they had done the same thing a million times before. Through the touch, they burned—though they can never pull away.

“You told me my past doesn’t have anything to do with me anymore, right? The same could be said to you. You have to let go, Akutagawa…” He breathed the other’s scent. “Let go, and I’d be here to catch you.” The detective promised.

The tears escaped once more, accompanied by the red tint on his cheeks.

“I love you. You know that, right?” Atsushi‘s voice held sincerity, and wasn’t that the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard?

He met his lips on a chaste kiss then, breathing nothing but each other’s honesty. He touched his cheeks tenderly, sweeping away his bangs to tuck behind his ears. Everything seemed beautiful, perfect even—and in their own little world, nothing existed but the two of them staring at each other affectionately. No past, no Dazai-san, just Atsushi and Akutagawa in the confines of their love and comforting words.

Atsushi fell asleep just a few beats after the exchange. He ran his his fingers through the other’s fluffy hair, feeling the soft tendrils tickling the palm of his hands. His warm breath touched the bridge of his nose, easing, calming.

And maybe outside their shared bedroom, there were wars. There might be people fighting for their lives, or struggling to find the home they never had. Someone out there might even be getting himself drunk, waiting for his lover to come back, but really, who cares? As the past may continue to hurt the both of them, or how ghosts chase him in the dimness of his existence, he knew. He knew Atsushi would always be there for him—and no amount of scars was going to change that.

“Good night, Atsushi.”

And in that moment, Akutagawa prayed Atsushi will be forever his.

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NOTE: So here’s my contribution for the Akuatsu week, Day 3: Recovery! Um, I hope you guys like it and I’m so so so sorry for how shitty this is. //hides

Fever Pitch

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV
Pairing: Ignis Scientia/Noctis Lucis Caelum
Rating: NSFW
Canonverse A/B/O

If there was anything Ignis loathed more in this world than hot weather, it was tardiness, and today was already threatening to feature both. Dazzling as the Crown City palace may be, it’s many halls and windows meant warm days were exceedingly so, to the point that Ignis was already a touch overheated at merely half past eight. Though he’s always wont to look his very best, he was silently cursing the hug of his dark, expensive suit. He’d already rapped several times on the Prince’s chamber door, electing to wait patiently before tossing a few more knocks its way.

“Highness,” he calls authoritatively, knowing the sound of his voice had a formidable foe in the form of Noctis’ drowsiness, one he’s come never to underestimate. “Please, we mustn’t keep His Majesty waiting. Again.” The last word issues from his mouth like a projectile.

Ignis fancies himself an exceptionally patient man, the likes of which are more than necessary as the Retainer to the Prince of Lucis. Much as he’d enjoy throwing the door open and barging in, rousing the Prince from his bed with his bare hands, King Regis strictly forbade entry to his son’s chambers as he slept, even to Ignis himself. As an alpha in service to the House of Lucis, Ignis was given utmost leniency in his comings and goings, but on this singular issue even he could not elude the King’s order. It was unanimous and absolute.

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PSSST. friendly reminder that:

hux respects kylo ren’s abilities. ( and can read his moods. )

    > General Hux was waiting for him. As expected, the interrogation had not taken long. The senior officer did not have to ask if it had been successful. No matter how determined the prisoner, no matter his or her individual resolve, Ren’s questioning invariably produced the same results. (pg. 31)

    > Hux turned to face Kylo Ren. Unable to see past the metallic mask, unable to perceive eyes or mouth, one had to rely on subtle changes in voice and tone to try to descry the tall man’s mood. Hux knew immediately that mood equaled if not exceeded his own consternation. (pg. 41)

    > It unnerved Hux that Kylo Ren had managed to ascertain the identity of the rogue trooper before the ship’s own command staff. But then, Ren had access to a great many aspects of knowledge from which ordinary mortals like himself were excluded, Hux knew. (pg. 42)

   > Hux turned away from the trooper’s holofile. He respected Ren and his abilities, but he was not afraid of him. (pg. 49)

 phasma respects and somewhat fears kylo ren.

    > Awaiting [Ren’s] pleasure, the senior officer in overall charge of the special squadrons drew herself up at his approach. (pg. 22)

    > Ren’s voice darkened to a degree that caused Phasma to take a step backward. “I do not think I care for your implication, General. You would be wise to keep such thoughts to yourself. You would be wise not to think them.” (pg. 49)

snoke considers kylo ren a potential masterpiece of an apprentice.

    > “I have never had a student with such promise — before you.”
        Ren straightened. “It is your teachings that make me strong, Supreme Leader.”
        Snoke demurred. “It is far more than that. It is where you are from. What you are made of. The dark side — and the light. The finest sculptor cannot fashion a masterpiece from poor materials. He must have something pure, something strong, something unbreakable, with which to work. I have — you.” (pg. 90)

kylo ren can and does maintain his composure 99% of the time.

    > [Hux] would have inquired further, but the taller figure had already turned and headed off. Ren’s indifference was far more unsettling than would have been anything as common as a straightforward insult. (pg. 42)

    > [Ren] spoke calmly, as if his mad, destructive rampage had been nothing more than a brief interlude: an illusion. (pg. 63)

    > “I perceive the problem,” Snoke intoned. “It isn’t her strength that is making you fail. It’s your weakness.” The rebuke hurt, but Ren didn’t show it. (pg. 132)

    > A great deal of his education had been devoted to learning how to live and move forward in the absence of emotion. (pg. 136)

    > A strange sensation touched the younger man’s cheeks. Something long forgotten. Dampness. Tears. (pg. 155)

many troopers are rightfully in awe of kylo ren.

    > Halting, Ren slowlyl scanned his surroundings. Even though they knew what he was doing, the troopers still marveled at the display. (pg. 153)

kylo ren doesn’t like invading minds.

    “True.” He rose, resigned. “I would have preferred to avoid this. Despite what you may believe, it gives me no pleasure. I will go as easily as possible — but I will take what I need.” (pg. 126)

The Best Hugger

Summary: Just a quick little blurb about Harry and the amazing hugs he gives.

THE BEST HUGGER

When Harry pulls the hat from his head, his fluffy hair splays in every direction. It almost reminds me of a troll doll’s, except shorter. Him getting it cut a while back was a good change, but it still needs the amount of attention his shoulder-length hair did. Both styles have to be finger combed throughout the day to keep it from resembling a mad man’s.

A sheepish laugh leaves his mouth when he realizes my eyes are on him. His cheeks and ears are tinted pink from being out in the cold. “Don’t mind it. It has a mind of its own,” he says, in reference to his hair. “S'gettin’ pretty cold outside too.”

I nod. “I can tell.”

He stumbles a bit as he toes off his boots and puts his hand on the wall to steady himself. Those boots still look brand new. They weren’t his usual tan ones, but they looked similar and happened to have more insulation for wearing in colder weather. That way, he could be both warm and stylish at the same time; which is ideal for him.

His fingers pause in the middle of undoing the buttons on his coat. “Wanna help?” He asks with a smile on his face. “You don’t have to, but the offer’s out there.”

I’m almost surprised by how swiftly I stand up and allow my feet to carry me to him. My fingers take over from where he left off, his eyes following as they venture downwards. When I finish he he thanks me while shrugging the coat from his shoulders, and hangs it on the rack.

Only then do I realize he’s wearing the sweatshirt I got him for his birthday. It had been just as cold as it is now. Winter has never owned a spot in my heart, but if it means I get to see him bundled up I can make a space.

The room grows quiet. There was nothing in particular we needed to say to each other. We had long gotten to the point in our relationship where moments like this would happen. They didn’t worry me though, because they weren’t awkward; they were actually quite comfortable.

The older I get, the more I realize how important silence is. The sound of the heating system kicking in is what breaks the air with its initial rumble.

Without uttering a word, Harry pulls me into his body and wraps his arms around me. I’m immediately welcomed by the heat radiating from his body and the faint scent of herbaceous cologne lingering on his skin. It’s an open invitation and excuse for me to nuzzle my face into his neck.

“You give the best hugs,” I murmur.

“S'that right?”

“Mhmm. You’re warm and snuggly. And you smell really good. And you’re arms feel quite nice around me,” I ramble, quietly.

He then rests his chin on top of my head. “You’re full o’ compliments, pet. Tryin’ t'make me feel fuzzy inside?” he asks. “S'workin’ pretty well.” I feel him press his lips to the top of my head.

If only this moment could last forever.

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Thanks for reading! Check out my Masterlist for even more stories.

Btw, I’m loving the whole facial hair thing Harry’s got going on. He’d totally look hot and sophisticated if he grew it out.

-Nic 💗

RWBY Fic: Drinking

Request from @once-upon-a-salty-empress sent to my other Tumblr a while back and answering here. Enjoy!

Title: Drinking
Series: RWBY
Pairing: Qrow/Winter + James Ironwood
Rating: T


“Jimmy, I know going to a bar is my idea of a good date, but to be honest, you’re not exactly the one I wanna be going home with later on.”

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Avengers Preference: Karaoke night

A\N: extended gang included this time!

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Clint: If you’re looking for a fun times, call Clint to the stage. His rendition of “Call Me Maybe” is only complete with cheesy winks and poorly executed notes. What he lacks in musical talent, he makes up for in willingness to let loose.

Pietro: His quick mouth comes in handy for the rapid fire required to keep up with the newest rap hits. He will hog the microphone for song after song until he either wears himself out, or Bruce has to confiscate it.

Steve: Most of his exposure to stage singing is from his days selling war bonds, and it turns out he can still perform “star spangled man with a plan” pretty damn well. He earns hearty applause and even a few flowers tossed to his feet. Sam never admits to buying these and passing them around before hand.

T’challa: No one is surprised that he’s a dreamy singer, deep voice great for love songs. Listening to him is not for the faint of heart. He has been known to make even the grinch swoon from clear across a room.

Tony: This showboat’s performance will be worthy of Broadway with well rehearsed dance numbers. Jarvis will create mood lighting and the props will range from an actual Tonys award he will not confirm the origin of to a lamp shade that looks like it went through the garbage disposal. His go to performance is “Defying Gravity,” only instead of riding a broom, he dons the Iron Man suit and proceeds to belt out the familiar tune.

Scott: Princess songs that have been well rehearsed with his daughter are really the only things he feels comfortable enough to use in front of a crowd. Often, it turns into a feel good sing along that has every donning genuine smiles and relaxing into the warm glow of the evening.

Thor: He is the worst singer, but no one tells him because he’s SO into it.Will not get off the stage until he had full audience participation; everyone must sing along when the chorus comes around for the last time in order to appease him and coax him down from the microphone..

Bucky: Has to be quite tipsy to do so, but once he is you’d have to drag him away from performing an entire Celine Dion album. The words are often too slurred to make out, but meager applause and a pat on the ass from Natasha are usually enough to coax him back to his seat.

Sam: Drags steve into doing cheesy 80s duets. It is all shenanigans and choreographed kick lines. More often than not the words to the song are forgotten altogether. Sam doesn’t mind freestyling when this occurs. Girls Just Wanna Have Fun is one of their more well known covers.

Wanda: She may hide behind her hair for the majority of the performance, but her voice stands out above all the others with its soft and simple rasp. If she can be convinced to bring her guitar up there as well, not another singer will dare steal the stage for the rest of the nights. It turns into a smoky performance that ends in snaps of appreciation every time.

Natasha: Think lounge singer, stealing hearts, maybe picking a pocket or too while she’s at it just to keep things interesting. She likes to mingle with the crowd and rub up against the nearest bystander as she hits a particularly long and sensual note.

Peter: “Thrift shop” with his own sound effects. A backwards ballcap, a missing belt, and an oversized t shirt provide adequate effects for his performance. Completed only when he takes at least a dozen bows and blows twice as many kisses, this is one of the more memorable events of the night.

Bruce: He is the announcer, the keeper of the book on what to sing. He is quite good at keeping a nice balance between the goofy performers and the people with actual talent. Abrasive Thor followed by a soulful Natasha appeases the majority of his audience. He has yet to be coerced into giving his own performance, but Tony is relentless and Bruce is secretly composing a ballad for when the time inevitably comes.

Sexually Compatible

Summary: Phil dumps his boyfriend and hooks up with Dan.

Warning: Smut, Light bondage, Daddy!Kink, Praise!Kink, Dirty talk, Spanking, Dom!Top!Dan, Bottom!Sub!Phil, Hickies

Word Count: 2,245

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Dan has fancied Phil for a very long time. He had a crush on him before they even met. They more they got to know each other, the harder Dan fell. Before he knew it, Dan was completely and utterly in love with Phil Lester.

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