glistening hair

Ok guys, we need to talk about J.C.Leyedecker, and how its a fucking travesty that no one has made a film about him yet.

So Leyendecker was an illustrator during the 1910′s-1940′s. His work was absolutely gorgeous and highly ubiquitous at the time, and his llustrations for the Arrow shirt company created one of the most iconic images of male beauty of the early 20th century. But this icon came with a delicously romantic twist.

So this image of The Arrow Man was both incredibly macho and well built, but also ethereally pretty and dapper. But the model who the drawing was based on cropped up in A LOT of Leyendeckers work. In many he was engaged in casual social scenes with other men, in others he was shaving in the bathroom or getting dressed, broad shouldered, skin glistening, dark blond hair perfectly in place, jaw sharp as a fucking shovel, but with a slightly rounded chin. In one ad for war bonds he even appeared as the statue of liberty. This same man appeared in hundrereds of drawings, each with the same sharp care and attention to detail which makes looking at him almost feel voyeristic. 

So this mans image is EVERYWHERE during the early 20th century, and he is a fashion/lifestyle icon for men on par with the female gibson girl. He was the celebrated symbol of male strength, virility, and power. 

And man who modeled for Leyendecker’s iconic univerally adored macho man? That would be his lover, Charles Beach.  

so all this gorgeously homoerotic artwork defined the image of hyper macho masculinity during the interwar period. Leyendecker painted Beach onto the face of the world, that was his love letter. He basically immortalised the love of his life by making the whole world adore him as much as he did.

Leyendecker’s work would go on to influence the likes of F. Scott Fitzgerald and Norman Rockwell. After his death in 1951, when people figured out that the unmarried man he’d been drawing and living with for decades, right up until the time of his death, was actually his lover, Leyendecker’s name has sadly been pushed out of the history books in favour of more wholesome characters.

And that fucking sucks

I would like to request a full length movie, with all the jazz era glamour and steamy romance that this genius deserved. During a time when homosexual men where thought of as weak deviants, this man not only had the nerve to use his lover as the model for all his great works, but he made him into the STANDARD of what it was to be a man. 

J.C. Leyendecker and Charles Beach deserve your rememberance. 


Isnt it amazing how beautiful people are. Like just look at anyone and study them and their features and how their lips tort and eyes glisten and how their hair falls or sticks or lays. How their eyebrows flex and the way their arms fold, how expressive their hands are. The way their body moves and how their chest rises and falls so subtley with their pulse. People are beautiful even if we dont find them attractive. The fact that they’re a living being is unbelievably magnificent.

Taking a shower with Chris Evans

⚠ NSFW content below ⚠

• Taking showers with Chris when he gets back from the gym is your priority! He’s so adorable when he’s exhausted that you want to hold him.
• Usually, you would sneak inside and surprise him in the shower… which is a great one.
• You both prefer and privilege bath together on dates or lazy Sundays.
• When Chris asks you to take a shower with him, it’s in the morning most of the time. It wakes him up and having you by his sides when he emerges from sleep is all he needs.
• The hot water running down your bodies is a real stress reliever.
• You have different shower puffs and his is blue obviously. That’s his favorite color, after all.
• Chris doesn’t like strong chemical scented body washes or shampoos. It’s very fresh and fruity for him and classic with vanilla or caramel for you.
• When he’s naked like this, you can’t contain yourself and you kiss his tattoos! Their meanings are very beautiful and/or inspiring and honestly, they suit him very well.
• Chris washes your body softly when you are too tired and he secretly loves the way you smile, eyes closed every time his fingers massage your scalp.
  - “Y/N, stop squeezing your eyes shut like this, it feels like you have soap in your eyes.”
  - “There is soap in my eyes! Quick, water!”
  - “Oh, man… I’m so sorry, sweetheart!”
  - “Stop laughing, you dork!”
• Chris loves singing in the shower! He just can’t stop himself!
  - He uses the shower head as a microphone, which makes you laugh all the time, but you end up joining him in his joyful mood, anyway.
• You make fun of him when you turn off the hot water and he lets out a high pitched scream.
• Chris pokes your sides because he enjoys hearing you yelping and laughing. Let’s be honest, he likes tickling you, so this is a good excuse.
• You wash his body as well when he comes back from a set and you secretly love brushing your bare hands with the shower gel on his back. Is there any need to explain why?!
• Sometimes, Chris surprises you when he steps into the shower and wraps his arms around your waist. He begins to kiss your shoulder and every inch of your skin until he finds your earlobe while his curious fingers finally reach some other sensitive spots of your body.
• Shower sex!
  - It’s such a great excuse and peaceful moments for you both, so you want to enjoy this fully.
• Usually, you prefer going down on him in the shower instead of receiving oral pleasure.
  - Once again, just imagine this glorious man: the way his beautiful blue eyes flutter close and his lips go slack, and the moment his hands grip his hair dripping as you make him come in your mouth. It’s worth everything!
• Chris adores backing you up against the glass and taking you just right there. He can’t have enough of this sight where your body is hot with your surface glistening and your hair wet. He finds you so freaking sexy!
• Having your back against his chest while he thrusts and holds your breasts is an inexplicable sensation with the combination of the water and the steamy environment.
• He moans in your ear because he knows how you react. He repeats your name, praising your body until you can’t take more and he makes you come undone. Oh, my God… you can’t even explain how you feel when he does this and whispers all the dirty things you like.
• When you hydrate your skin with your favorite body moisturizer (because water dries it), he admires the way your hands massage the cream into your skin and he just can’t stop himself from staring. That’s his thing!
• From your side, you admire how the drops of water cascades down Chris’ chest to the towel he always wraps very low around his narrow hips.
• He knows exactly what he’s doing, by the way. You don’t mind, though.


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Caught by the Sea

AN: AGAIN. THIS IS NSFW. This is for @illyriantremors , and I promised I’d write this for her like two weeks ago and I kept procrastinating LOL. But this ended up being SUPER FLUFFY and is based on a headcanon that Feyre and Rhysand kind of have a thing for public sex? And they did it in the Summer Court and got caught and now have to be reminded every time they visit NOT TO GO TOO CRAZY. So here’s some fluffy smut wherein Tarquin catches them having sex. Enjoy!!!

Feyre pursed her lips as she gazed at the palace of the Summer Court, something deep within her aching at the thought of being away from home for an extended period of time. She hadn’t left the Night Court for more than a few hours at a time since she’d returned from the war with Hybern, since she’d brought the Spring Court to its knees.

At least she had Rhys with her.

Not that they could do anything, she knew. Not with their relationship with Tarquin being so newly healed, so precarious. They’d been invited to the Summer Court for three days as a gesture of goodwill—three days of meetings and a parade and a festival celebrating the end of the war. She and Rhys could make it three days. She’d been able to go weeks without touching Isaac Hale. Surely, they both had enough self-control to make it three measly days.

Rhys tapped on the wall of her mind, the essence of him dragging a single finger across her barriers, knowing exactly how and where to press to beckon memories of black silk sheets and silver handcuffs into her mind. She dropped the wall immediately.

You seem on edge.

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NCT 127+ Ten Reacting To Their Girlfriend Straddling Them In a Non-Sexual Way

Anonymous:  HI I was wondering if you could nct 127 + tens reaction to you walking over to then, straddling them and running your fingers through their hair. Not in a sexual but in a “making sure you’re real/comforting” way. I really love your writing 💕💕 (ps sorry if this got sent multiple times. I didn’t know if it went through the first time)


Taeyong:

Taeyong was having a bad day. Nothing was going to plan and he hated everything. But then he saw you, wearing his oversized T-shirt and smiling at him. When he didn’t smile back you walked over to him and sat on his lap. He groaned, “Not now Y/N.” He sounded to tired. You ran your fingers through his dark hair and kissed his forehead, laying down on his chest. He felt a smile creeping on his lips as he stroked your back.

Originally posted by taeyongd

Jaehyun:

Jaehyun sighed, putting his work away which was only half done. Stress was getting to him but he was trying to tone it down and not get too worked up. You were busy working on your own assignments when you saw him slouching with his head in his hands. You instantly put away your laptop and walked over to him. “Jaehyun?” You asked. He looked up at you, his eyes tired and watery. You pushed him back gently and sat on his lap, straddling him. He smiled at you and hugged you close as you ran your fingers through his hair.

Originally posted by j-jennie

Doyoung:

You surprised Doyoung at his practice room. He was dancing alone and looked really frustrated. He slumped against the wall and looked at you in dismay. Before he could react you already sat on his lap and straddled him gently. You kissed his nose and ruffled his hair, trying to comfort him. “You’ll get there, don’t worry,” you said softly. He nodded as he pulled you close.

Originally posted by taesyong

Johnny:

Johnny had just come back from the studio. You looked at him excitedly as he lazily dropped on the couch. You slowly got up to sit next to him and straddle him. He had initially thought your intentions were leading somewhere else and he told you he wasn’t in the mood but he was proven wrong as you played with his hair in a loving way. Your touches made him feel lighter, less stressed and when you started to get up, he pulled you close, not wanting to let go.

Originally posted by nctinfo

Yuta:

Yuta stared at his screen, looking distant and weary of his surroundings. Your eyes fell on him, a single bead of tear trickled down his left eye and he quickly dried it away, smiling. You went up to him and witnessed him staring at the picture of his mom and him. Your heart hurt to see him this way, it must be hard for him to be so far away from his family. You took him by surprise by sitting on his lap and straddling him. He only stared at you in confusion as you placed yourself on his chest. “It’s okay,” you whispered. He held you close and rested his chin on your forehead, happy that at least you were here.

Originally posted by suhyngho

Taeil:

Taeil sat on the sofa with his guitar on his lap and a pen between his fingers as he worked through melodies, composing and humming. You stared at this beautiful human in awe and kept on listening to his melodious voice feeling dazed and drunk at the same time. You tiptoed in his direction, careful not to startle him. “Taeil,” you cooed. He smiled at you putting his guitar away. You quickly took your spot on his lap and played with the glistening strands of his hair. “I love you,” you said. He smiled bright at you and rested his head on your chest as you stroked his hair and kissed his forehead.

Originally posted by moonlighting94

Winwin:

Winwin sighed loudly, breaking your concentration as you typed in your assignment. He sat back, closing his eyes. “Why is Korean so hard,” he said in Korean. You giggled at this strange boy and walked over to him. He looked down in surprise as he saw felt you straddling him and resting your head on his chest. He smiled a you and played with your hair. “Thank you,” he said and you held him tighter.

Originally posted by nctinfo

Ten:

Ten missed his family and when he did he made sure everyone knew. Not that he said it out loud, he just mentioned his mom’s cooking and his sister’s banters a lot and looked distant. You would know if he’s feeling that way instantly, considering you had been dating him for quite some time. You sat on his lap as he rested. “What,” he mumbled, sounding tired. You kissed his cheek and played with his hair. He just stroked your back and smiled to himself, glad that you were here with him.

Originally posted by tenchittaphonsnose

Mark:

Mark was a blushing mess when you played with his hair and comforted him. “You don’t always have to be the best Mark,” you said. He just stared at you in awe, convinced that he hasn’t seen anyone more beautiful. He gulped hard and nodded. You smiled at him, resting your head on his shoulder. After a while his hands found your back and gently stroked you, still blushing and shook.

Originally posted by neotechs

Haechan:

“Get off me you filthy human!” He said, hiding his apparent blush and stress. “Oh my god you’re blushing!” You laughed. He looked away, embarrassed. You ruffled his hair. “Its  okay.” He squinted his eyes at you and he pulled you in for a hug. What a cutie.

Originally posted by haenyan

distractions » jjk » m

» request: plus size reader w jungkook ?? maybe kookie is a basketball player and the reader is a cheerleader? also: smutttt, thanks !!!

» genre: smut

» author’s note: i love plus size reader fics tbhhhh. i need more of them. also this felt so long to write but it’s not even that long :/// and i might make a plus size reader series if you all like this enough, so be sure to let me know! i love you honeybuns~~

» word count: 3.6k+

» warnings: plus size reader, basketball au, body worship, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, etc.

[nsfw under the cut]

A discontented groan sounds from the back of your throat as you pull your uniform on, a frown gracing your features as you realize the skirt is too small. The length is almost an inch too short, leaving your ass free to see. You swear under your breath, striding to the front of the locker room where your coach stands, chatting with the cheerleading captain.

“Coach, do we have another size up in the bottoms?” You ask, frowning as her eyes travel to your exposed rear end. She shakes her head with a scowl on her face, “Wear your safety shorts, Y/L/N.” She instructs, waving you off and turning back to the captain. You sulk back to your locker and look through for your safety shorts, sliding them on. Even your safety shorts have grown a bit too small, the very bottom of your asscheeks peaking out from the bottom of the thin white cloth. 

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Hometown Weddings | Part 2 | TOM HOLLAND X READER

Description: After Tom promises Jacob that he’ll tell the reader his feeling at the wedding if  he can get proof that she likes him back, Jacob works tirelessly on trying to get a confession out of the reader.

Word Count: 1839

Part 1| Part 3


Jacob’s eyes zeroed in on (Y/N) who was leaning against the lockers talking to Zendaya animatedly. Today they were filming on location at a high school in New York City. Right now, however they were on break between takes.

“Why are you staring at (Y/N) like you’re going to eat her?” Tom asked his friend, looking up from his script for a moment. They were sitting underneath a nearby window reviewing lines for today’s scenes.

“I’m just… thinking,” he replied looking away from his female costars.

Tom raised an eyebrow and put his script down. “About what?”

“How you’re going to tell her that you like her,” Jacob answered, smiling cheekily.

Rolling his eyes, Tom once again picked up his script and went back to reading. “You are absolutely insufferable,” he mumbled with a strong accent.

“If you would just tell me how you’re gonna do it then I would stop pestering you about it,” Jacob said.

Tom sighed. “Jacob, I already told you, I haven’t thought about it because you’re not going to come through with your end of the deal.”

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anonymous asked:

Read your tags, and the dangerous mission first kiss one sounds damn good I'm up for an essay honestly

*rubs hands together* i really hope you knew that i meant essay when i said essay (aka, more proof that you should never ask me about these two) 

i listened to this 

  • the war may be over, but it’s practically impossible for a demigod to go months without being thrown into some dangerous quest and with percy, annabeth, jason, etc. busy, all heads turn to nico di angelo
  • who of course attempts at getting out of it with his incredibly valid doctor note, except even that is not going to convince chiron this time
  • and as he’s packing to leave, will comes by the hades cabin and just stands in the doorway, not really doing anything besides letting his eyes rest on nico, who hasn’t noticed yet
  • maybe he’s drinking in nico—his figure, his movements, his little gestures, perhaps in fear the he won’t return from his mission.
  • when nico does notice, both of them perhaps look at each other a bit too long before will cracks a smile and nico reciprocates before busying himself with packing aka not letting will’s unbelievably blue eyes distract him from this 
  • and then will approaches him and they just do a lot of cute banter that’s light and carefree as if nico might not die today
  • near the end of the packing, there’s a lot of silences and parting lips as if they want to say something to the other but choose against it and instead exchange glances that look so adoring but with these worried undertones
  • eventually, the dreaded moment finally comes after they walk back together
  • it’s kind of awkward and neither of them know why. maybe it’s cause will has these words that are in his throat that he’s desperate to confess but instead he just swallows them down. maybe it’s cause nico is more fidgety than normal and his lips keep getting dry
  • if it’s going to be the last time will sees him, then his heart insists on embracing the smaller boy and getting used to his figure and warmth all too fast. except he knows nico really hates physical contact, and he isn’t sure what they are exactly
  • little does he know that nico really wishes he could bury his face in will’s neck as well
  • but they both settle instead on a few closure comments with half-hearted smiles and pursed lips and nods before nico turns away with a sole backpack slung over his shoulder and his iron sword securely around his waist
  • and as nico’s figure fades, the panic settles like a fire and it sinks in low until will feels sick to his stomach at the thought of nico getting hurt or even worse-–dying.
  • but he waves that thought away because that is the last thing that he needs to dwell on, and instead he walks back to the infirmary, perhaps shaking a bit, and finds excuses to stay there
  • will takes on all the patients at every given opportunity, leaving his siblings worried but unable to do much about it because will is far too stubborn when he’s nervous
  • and when there’s nobody left to heal anymore, he takes out his medical tools and organizes them all and skims over each book on his shelf but learns nothing because there are thoughts that are racing across his mind
  • will he be okay? will he be strong enough? will he shadow travel himself too much? will he know how to deal with injuries if he’s alone? 
  • and then he hates himself, because he might never see nico again and he didn’t have the guts to even tell him how he felt. 
  • in the process, will falls asleep with his face pressed against his arm and an open medical book on the desk. (kayla and austin have to drag his half-conscious ass to the apollo cabin when they find him) 
  • nico, on the other hand, is doing a bit better since he’s kind of distracted with trying to stay alive, even if he hadn’t seen much of anything for the past few days
  • he finds his target’s general location and when he gets sleepy, he decides to camp it out in the natural veil of a forest
  • nico ests his head on the back of a tree and closes his eyes, sighing.
  • the first image that comes to his mind is the sun kissed mop of blonde hair. it glimmers in the sunlight, and he isn’t sure if it’s a memory but the simple sight of it is comforting
  • eyes still closed, he can almost touch will’s tan skin and gaze into the never ending blueness of his eyes that darken like layers of the ocean. he can feel the presence of will, just the gentle and honest warmth and kindness that seems to circulate around
  • (it’s an easing thought to nico, especially in the dark of night with grumbling clouds above and the wetness of the dirt from an earlier rainfall)
  • just as he feels himself drift off to sleep to will’s voice, a simple creak makes his eyes snap open, and he’s immediately pulled from his thoughts
  • nico surveys the forest, grasping at his sword and holding his breath until the monster lunges from the trees and suddenly nico feels his entire body being crushed, the metallic taste of blood instantly trailing across his lips and all the air in his lungs being squeezed out of him
  • he can’t see well, but his grip on his sword is strong and with a jumble of movement, he’s able to roll free from the monster’s grip and stand on his own two feet, immediately going for a direct slash
  • everything is a blur to him but the groans of the dying creature are enough for him to confirm that he’s done his job before he falls unconscious 
  • will, on the other hand, hasn’t heard a thing from nico in a week by now. he keeps going to chiron, asking him if anyone has heard of him and his heart sinks every time chiron denies it
  • he’s tried his hardest to keep his chin up and act normal, but eventually kayla and austin see his condition and force him to get some rest at the cabin
  • in the silence of the cabin, will realizes that rest is the last thing he needs because it makes his thoughts wander and so he sits up on the bed and takes in a deep breath before considering his situation
  • it’s been a week and he hasn’t given any notice that he’s okay. 
  • will imagines a pretty horrible scene in his head of nico and that’s enough to jog memories of nico’s laughter and smile and he realizes how much he misses that
  • so he takes his pillow and he buries his head in that and lets his worry channel through his tears, and it isn’t long before his tears become more like sobs as he whispers things out to nico
  • please be okay. i can’t do this anymore. please let us know. please be alive. please be okay.
  • nico wakes up in a daze. the first thing he notices is that he’s alive and actually breathing despite the sore throbbing of pain that’s pulsing in his ribs. 
  • there’s still the taste of blood in his mouth and his vision is a blur for a few seconds before it becomes a bit too hard to breath correctly with his face stuffed in dirt
  • so nico tries to sit up a few times and fails before finally balancing himself on trembling legs and looks at the creature long dead before him, the knash in it’s abdomen prominent
  • nico puts a hand over his ribs, wincing at the pain and realizes that a certain son of apollo will be furious at him when he returns
  • the thought of will makes his throat tighten and he wonders how long it’s been since he last notified the camp
  • he’s worried sick about how worried will might be, and he trudges to camp, fighting his urges to shadow travel and get it over with because he knows that if he even tries, he’ll be dead in seconds
  • but eventually, he goes through camp half blood’s entrance and a few faces turn to aid him but he waves them off, insisting that he’s fine.
  • of course, he can’t have them worrying now. he needs to get to will. he doesn’t care what happens to him afterwards. 
  • the thought scares him, but that’s the last thing on nico’s mind at the moment.
  • so he limps along the path to the infirmary, getting more numb to the pain along the way and his heart swells when he see’s that blonde hair glistening in the distance
  • will is sitting down on the steps of the infirmary, and nico notices that his eyes are stubbornly focused on nothing in particular, and for will that means he’s thinking deeply about something
  • the simplicity of that is enough to make those familiar skeletal butterflies flutter across his stomach and there’s a sudden bundle of energy that bursts in his chest
  • he keeps watching the peacefulness of the sight and wants to, forever.
  • “hey” is the only thing that nico can choke out with a pathetically wide smile plastered across his face
  • will’s head shoots up to that voice that he’s been wanting to hear for such a long time now, and tears instantly prick at the corners of his eyes when he see’s nico, in all his torn and scratched up glory
  • he’s okay. he’s okay. he’s okay. he’s alive. he’s okay. he’s alive.
  • those are the only thoughts that are in will’s head at the moment, and he doesn’t know what to do with the sudden ball of happiness and relief in himself besides running up to nico and collecting him instantly in his arms.
  • will lets his head fall into nico’s neck, and he could care less that the smaller boy can feel the wetness of his tears. nico only lets out a light laugh that hurts a bit and he tangles his fingers into will’s hair, breathing in his scent.
  • will’s holding him a bit too tight, his fingers grasping at the fabric of nico’s jacket and he doesn’t want to ease up—he’s too afraid that nico will disappear if he lets go.
  • they part, both unwillingly, but before nico can speak, will captures his lips in a kiss with his own. nico’s lips are slightly cold and chapped, but will couldn’t care less because they’re his
  • nico, on the other hand, offered no hesitation and instead melted into will’s arms further feeling his heart swell with a sense of deliverance.
  • he couldn’t think of anything besides how warm will’s lips were and the taste of coffee that came with them.
  • for a few moments, they stay that away until both boys part and realize that they’ve actually kissed—which is huge considering they were pining nerds who couldn’t even brush hands without turning into every shade of red
  • and of course, they proceed to turn every shade of red when the realization kicks in, but it fades away as quickly as it comes because nico’s alive.
  • forehead touch!
  • …and then they kind of realize that nico has a pair of very possibly broken ribs and that he’s kind of slowly dying and now will is red, panicking and angry at him for every reason on the planet
  • nico couldn’t be happier

i am half asleep and this is such crap but i couldn’t stop myself after i started and it’s really long and im sorry and should i put this under a read more tag??

(also thank you for being a cute and reading my tags!!)

The Serpent Queen

Jughead x Reader

In which the reader is the one to go to Jughead’s trailer after the Jubilee and sees him put on the Southside Serpent jacket, and what ensues afterward.

Warnings: There is some straight up SIN ya’ll I said I wouldn’t write smut again but then things happened and now I’m here okay? Okay (although this is probably still just a once in a blue moon thing I have to be in the right kinda mood ya feel?)

Word Count: 3,060

A/N: I needed an ending to this scene and I can’t wait until season two so I wrote one myself.

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The murder is solved, the town slowly healing, the thoughts of anything bad are being to the back of all of our heads, at least for tonight. After the Jubilee we all decide to go to Pop’s for milkshakes, and as we sit there in the moonlight we laugh at the jokes Jughead makes or just silly stuff that we see come up on Twitter.

We have way too many milkshakes, and Jughead’s arm wrapped around my shoulders, my hands around his knee that was up on the booth, and nothing seems to hurt us. As the clock strikes midnight we decided to finally get some privacy.

His trailer is empty, after all.

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Bf! Taeyong

  • Lowkey dumb
  • but very cuddly and cute so you keep him around
  • You both met when you were trainees, you were a newbie and really nervous cuz all of these people were so talented and there you were
  • Taeyong saw you all nervous and internally blushed at how pretty you were but kept a strong face and totally ignored you
  • He kept on sneaking glances at you though, when you weren’t paying attention but other times he would pretend you weren’t even there
  • You would sometimes get reprimanded by your coach or your trainers and he would want to fight them and protect you but he has to conceal dont feel because he doesn’t want any other distraction during his trainee life
  • But then he saw you getting closer to other trainee members, especially Yuta and became so jealous that he became really cold towards you, like lowkey bullied you
  • Like that one time you asked for the directions to the boys’ dorm (cuz u wanted to give yuta his vitamin water) and he told you to ‘find it yourself’ and shoulder bumped you
  • you almost fell 
  • He felt really bad about it the whole day though and wanted to apologise but had too much of an ego to do so and he was still pissed that you were closer to Yuta than him
  • He didn’t know why but he was always agitated around you two and just wanted to push yuta away
  • Your debut was nearing and you were in the practice room working on your dance moves.You had improved a lot and everyone loved you. The only problem was Taeyong. He was so beautiful but so cold you almost shivered every time he was around. Yuta was friendly and out going but it was Taeyong you wanted to get close to
  • You felt down as you lost your balance on the cold wooden floor
  • “aisshhh how does he even have friends” you said to yourself while massaging your foot
  • “there are ice packs in the fridge you know” you heard a voice. Turning around you saw Taeyong standing against the door, his face make up free and glowing against the brilliant lights of the room
  • You stood up slowly but Taeyong was quick to react. “Stay” he said as he lunged towards the small refrigerator and pulled out an ice pack. He walked over to you and placed the cool material on your ankle 
  • You stared at how beautiful his skin was and how ethereal he looked up close. He looked up into your eyes and you blinked. He was close, too close
  • “Thanks,” you stuttered, your breath held in. It felt as if you would implode
  • “You should be more careful,”  he said. He looked so soft, so human. You wanted to touch his face and play with the glistening strands of his hair. How would anyone believe that this angelic boy was actually so cold and closed off
  • You both sat in silence, his hand still holding the ice pack over your foot. You inhaled deeply, wanting to escape this situation but wanting it never to end
  • “You know I-” you both started and he smiled to himself. “You can go first”
  • “No its ok” you smiled at him. He stopped to look at you for a while as his heart beat sped up
  • “I’m not doing anything this Saturday, do you want to join me for a coffee?” he asked. You nodded instantly which caused him to laugh. “So cute” he whispered to himself and you looked away, blushing
  • Taeyong seemed like a different person that day. Laughing at your jokes and smiling at you, he even held your hand when walking you to the dorms. You kissed his cheek as you left. He smiled like an idiot the rest of the night
  • Thats when it all began, Taeyong and you
  • Taeyong had never even imagined that you’d say yes when he asked you to be his girlfriend, upon asking “didn’t you like Yuta?”  and hearing your loud “NO HE’S JUST A FRIEND” he almost cried with happiness and also at his idiocy that how stupid he had been 
  • With Taeyong its endless messages and calls, he always so bored when you’re not around or when you’re too busy to reply and attend his calls
  • You both sneak out of your dorms to just walk together and eat together
  • His day gets a hundred times better when he has plans with you and annoys yuta by asking him what kind of sneakers suit him
  • “Taeyong they’re all white”
  • “But do you like the ones with the blue logo on them or should I get new ones with a darker blue logo”
  • Such a mom towards you tbh
  • Like when you weren’t wearing your coat he kept on nagging you to wear his or “should’ve worn a coat” “why don’t you take care of yourself”
  • Offers you his food and you’d be dying cuz you’ve eaten so much but he’s like “no eat”
  • Doesn’t appreciate it when you’re on a diet because that means you cant eat out with him
  • Sulks a lot when you don’t pay him enough attention
  • Like he’ll become to quiet and needy and attach himself to your arm and look at you with puppy dog eyes
  • “love me y/n”
  • loves hugging you, enjoys your warmth and your smell
  • loves the fact that your smaller than him and a lot softer 
  • cooks for you a lot like you’ll just be at your dorm and he’ll show up with homemade food that his mom taught him
  • He wants to explore all kinds of food with you and wants you to have all the food he loves and vice versa
  • he takes an active part in celebrating your life like when you debuted he showed up with cake and candles to celebrate it
  • and on your birthdays he goes out of his way and has a surprise party for you, such a cutie
  • he’s so dumb around you too like people think he’s a suave playboy of sorts when in reality he’s just a really confused and excited pup
  • like he’s really happy around you and also really clumsy and he loses his energy really quickly
  • he prefers having a day in with you and just cuddling and watching movies
  • STUDIO GHIBLI MARATHONS
  • WITH A LOT OF FOOD
  • Whenever you’re sick or sad or worried his mom mode activates and he tries making you feel as comfortable as he can 
  • He can’t stand you crying and is always there when you’re having a hard time
  • The good thing about him is that he’s always there to cheer you up and hear you out and give you good advice
  • Taeyong is a really insecure person so he’s always scared you might leave him and gets depressed really easily
  • Especially in the first few days of his debut he was getting a lot of hate and ended up being really closed off and didn’t even reply to your texts or calls. He thought that the world, including you hated him
  • But then you had to physically go up to his dorm and comfort him and he just laid there in your lap talking about nothing
  • He was a little assured then that you wouldn’t leave but still tries really hard to make you happy so you wouldn’t leave
  • And you won’t leave him because you love him to bits
  • You two fight sometimes on the fact that he can become really closed off when he’s depressed 
  • And especially when he’s jealous
  • Because of his fear of losing you he becomes jealous really easily and gets all cold and mean and you both fight about it
  • but he ends up giving in and cuddling you at night because he still needs all the warmth, it gets cold on his side of the bed
  • makes you pancakes in the morning to have you forgive him
  • and then you give him a long lecture on how you’re his and no one else’s and his smile is so content and oh wow your boyfriend is so beautiful
  • He loves it when you sit on his lap and he pulls you closer to his chest and nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck
  • and then it turns into a make out session
  • his kisses are so soft and he holds you so close and treats you so delicately and he always smells so nice
  • gets annoyed when your dorm is messy and goes on a cleaning rampage, its annoying sometimes but its just how he is
  • You both go on many long walks along the river and late night snacks at the convenience store
  • He wants to travel the world with you someday
  • Like you both going to Kyoto for your honeymoon
  • and then smacks himself thinking that you both are too young to get married
  • daydreams about you a lot
  • when he’s really busy with his comeback he feels as if he’s missing something and then remembers he hasn’t texted you
  • and then goes like oh fuckOH FUCK while looking for his phone and finding many texts from you saying “good luck” and “i know you’re busy but dont forget to eat and drink water” “dont overwork yourself”
  • and he smiles so wide and jaehyun in the back whistles and he ignores him and just keeps on smiling
  • like a literal text from you to him can brighten up his day so much
  • your relationship is so slow and peaceful and he’s so passionate and loving
  • he’s never bored around you and sleeps peacefully next to you
  • Taeyong is a bottom in bed, he prefers you taking control and being all dominant
  • He loves it when you’re confident and bold
  • but when he’s mad or jealous and wants to punish you god almighty i hope you’re alive child
  • but most of the time its slow and passionate and you both end up cuddling after
  • he later told you that he bullied you the whole time cuz he had a crush on you and you couldn’t stop laughing
  • “let it go ok”
  • “BUT YOU MADE MY LIFE HELL CUZ YOU LIKED ME AWWWWW”
  • And then he blushed and his ears went red 
  • He wants to adopt a dog with you, he would legit marry you if the company allowed him to
  • cuz with you he feels like he’s home, he feels accepted and loved
A Court of Fire and Dreams

So if you haven’t read my Sastiel hc’s/fic (Rowaelin x Feysand’s children), I’ve made an easy to follow master post which includes the sequel, Moon of Fire!

Seraphine has never known what it feels like to feel her mother, The Queen of Flame and Shadow’s fire. Ever since she was born, she was living in darkness. Though Seraphine would have never thought that the night—the very thing she was running away from—would set her free.

Prequel: The Hawk and The Moon

“Rowan doesn’t correct her that he’s a hawk. He doesn’t voice the fear in his heart that a bird made of fire would never be able to fly to the moon.”

Part I

“As expected, the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court’s firstborn son is powerful in strength and powers.”

Part II

“Kastiel’s breath stopped as he took in the sight of the silver jewel drop from the sky.”

Part III

““Done,” Kastiel says, already feeling the burn of the tattoo etching on his upper forearm.”

Part IV

“If someone had been looking up at them, they would have seen two people—two lovers perhaps—leaning towards each other’s warmth, enjoying the view from the House of Wind.”

Part V

““Kastiel,” she laughed, and then so did he, aware that they’d already made their way to her bed.”

Moon of Fire: Part i

“Seraphine lost track of time in the darkness surrounding her. The feel of her fire, red, bright, alive seemed like a life time ago. Sweet kisses shared between her and the Prince of Night almost like a dream.”

Moon of Fire: Part ii

““Stand down shadowsinger,” Kastiel said with utter, clear dominance—the spitting image of the High Lord of the Night Court. “Let me get my mate back alone.””

Moon of Fire: Part iii

“Seraphine stood in the cover of trees. Kastiel was waist high in the stream, his dark hair glistening in the water, and his tanned body—strong and chiselled—out in all its glory.” 

Moon of Fire: Part iv

“Kastiel’s lips found hers in the dark—and as they dropped down, down, down—their spirits soared.”

Moon of Fire: Part v

“She didn’t hesitate to follow him. Didn’t hesitate, as they passed dead rose bushes and flowers. Didn’t hesitate, as she followed Fen into the small hedge maze in the center of the northern garden.”

Moon of Fire: Part vi

“I want to,” she said to him, running her hands down his chest. She stared at the deep blue eyes of her mate, “but only if you want to.” He answered with a deep, hard kiss.

Moon of Fire: Part vii

“Kastiel’s heart stopped. It felt as if he was filled up with light as his mate came down the stairs. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He couldn’t believe it—how lucky he was to find her.”

Moon of Fire: Part viii

“Kastiel exploded into the tops of the stairs of the Great Hall—Aures right behind him. “You can’t just disrupt an official court party,” she hissed at him. He ignored her.”

Bonus: Sastiel Edits

(Which has nothing to do with Fen, but I wanted to add a wolf in this)

Deranged: Part 10

“Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.” -Stephen King

Warning: Contains violence, abuse and tense situations

Teaser  Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9

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anonymous asked:

i would give my soul to see your hcs on will and nico getting together

alright kids pile up your souls because i got a few messages to continue this and one particularly interesting review threatening to shove a beloved hamster down my throat if i didn’t so here we go

(part two to this)

  • the day that follows that morning is one of the most oddest days they’ve ever shared. it lacks in the normal amounts of bickering and the way their voices are more gentle when they speak or how they are catching each others eyes from the far corner of the room every now and then without glaring is just odd
  • nico wonders at first if it’s a bad thing. he doesn’t feel uncomfortable but he feels like he should because of the sudden shift in atmosphere between them. 
  • he thinks like this, spacing off a little bit while he eats lunch discreetly in his cabin, wondering what exactly happened in the morning because everything is kind of hazy and all he remembers is the warmth of will solace’s neck and the comfortable embrace that felt like the weight had been dusted off his shoulders
  • nico wonders what got into him, why he leaned in and why he didn’t jerk away in the first place. he thinks, locked inside his room, why he even goes to the infirmary every day even when will doesn’t ask or why he’s spending all his free time with him
  • nico also wonders about why will asked him to join him in the infirmary in the first place. he remembers the shock he felt when he heard the words “friendly face”. they hadn’t been that close or anything, mere acquaintances in battle.
  • but what about now? in his train of thoughts, nico gets lost in the thought of will solace. he starts picturing different images in his head from different memories, all with his golden blonde hair that curls adoringly at his ears, and the very light freckles that dust his cheek, the dimples that forms when he smiles and the eyes that look like a crystallized ocean. he thinks about will solace’s voice and how he speaks and his calm gestures or his annoyingly stubborn ones.
  • then it hits him like a truck. an answer as to why he thinks so much, to why he spends all this time with him and why he didn’t hesitate when will had hugged him that morning. the thought about how he maybe likes the son of apollo, no, definitely is gone for the son of apollo sends a shiver down his spine.
  • nico stops eating and just stares off into space, he can swear his heart isn’t beating and his mind can’t think but then everything catches up with him fast and he makes the dreaded acknowledgement in his head that he likes will solace
  • we all remember what happened the last time nico liked a boy, and nico knows that more than anyone else, so instead of calming down and remembering what a kind person will is, he just shuts the door to the hades cabin tighter and tucks himself tightly in bed, hoping the sleep will make this pit in his stomach go away
  • but it doesnt, and he lays, staring at the ceiling, wondering when the hell all of this happened. meanwhile, will solace has taken the obvious notice that nico didn’t attend lunch as the hades table is empty, and at first he shrugs it off but it comes back at him like a persistent bug that he just can’t swat away
  • so he focuses on other things like volunteering to be on healing duty for all the campers who’ll stupidly get themselves injured via capture the flag, and then when he’s done with that he’ll try to relearn archery and fail miserably, and then eventually he'llr retreat to the infirmary and wrap and unwrap a bandage on his hand until he realizes that’s something he does when he’s nervous and he’s obviously not nervous
  • it’s not nico’s absence that’s bothering him, it’s more so him wondering if even a hug was too much. they’d never really ‘touched’ like that before, and he starts to wonder if nico was stiff and tense the whole time and he’d just imagined the light blush on his cheeks
  • but that day passes, and then another day passes, and another day, until it’s been a week and the most nico and will have talked has been an awkward small talk before nico’s retreated back into his cabin or volunteered to go on some dumb mission
  • obviously, by now will solace has the worst feeling. he knows it’s because of him, but he does’t know why exactly and it’s pissing him off. he doesn’t want to be distant from nico, and he doesn’t want their only conversation in a week to be “small talk”, like they don’t know each other enough
  • will is obviously incredibly stubborn and he refuses to believe that nico has been avoiding him for a week now because he could’t handle a small embrace, and he shoves the thoughts that nico might hate him for whatever reason aside to take business into his own hands
  • so he trudges around the camp angrily, looking for nico in every corner of the camp. he yelled at the hades cabin door for a good thirty minutes before he realized nobody was there and the nervousness in his stomach turns into dread
  • will solace asks around for nico, to everyone he can until he’s told by some new camper that they saw him leave camp early in the morning and will solace is just filled to the brink with confusion as to what this kid is doing outside of camp all day
  • nico doesn’t return the next day and chiron doesn’t say much besides the fact that nico’s just taking some time off camp and handling a couple of minor errands, which is frankly driving will solace insane because he knows that’s the dumbest excuse
  • he doesn’t know what to do during the empty days anymore, he’s all fidgety and nervous and something inside him almost wants to cry just because he misses not having anyone to glare at and bicker with and laugh until he can’t breathe with
  • more specifically, he misses nico, so he sits around whispering that thought constantly until it doesn’t sound like words anymore and convinces himself he didn’t do anything wrong. and as he’s sitting in the infirmary,distracting himself with various types of bandages, he remembers how good nico is in the infirmary and how he’s great with kids
  • he also remembers how brown and beautiful nico’s eyes are, with these little specks of gold around the black. he remembers how pitch black nico’s hair is, how his eyes can barely adjust to it’s darkness and how fluffy it can be. will also remembers he way his skin’s been getting that same olive tint again and how nico di angelo’s laugh is the sweetest thing he’s ever heard
  • but will solace’s realization for his feelings for nico doesn’t hit him like a truck. it doesn’t come at full impact and it doesn’t make him terrified. it comes softly and slowly, like honey, before it sets in his stomach in the form of butterflies and he catches himself smiling to himself, aware of the fact that he’s blushing and that he looks devastatingly fond right now
  • after a few days, nico finally returns looking pretty normal on the outside, carrying a satchel of whatever that he gives to chiron, and then tries to blend into the shadows and go back to his cabin
  • will solace can’t hold back the anger fueling in his chest anymore, and he’s so excited at the sight of nico that he immediately calls out his name just as nico is about to get inside, remembering nico’s familiar figure and a cloud of memories flood back into his head. looking at him after he knows how he feels for him is different, it’s nicer and everything else seems gloomy and grey besides nico
  • who is, i may add, looking a little bit scared as he clutches the door of the hades cabin. nico doesn’t know what to think at the moment, because in the time he was away he was in the underworld, moping around and thinking about everything.
  • nico’s aware that falling for will could mean hurt, and he doesn’t want that again after percy, so he’s made up his mind to avoid will until the feelings fade.
  • but right now, when he’s looking at will solace standing in the middle of growing grass in the low twilight evening,with the golden glisten of his hair and the light blue glow of his eyes, his stance is shaken, which only terrifies him more
  • but then will solace smiles, warmly and gently because he doesn’t wan’t to fight or pour out anger when he sees nico’s small figure with the prettiness in his eyes and the slight squint in his eyes and the parting of his lips that will’s eyes can’t help but flicker to
  • will finally approaches and isn’t even on the second step before nico turns to face him completely, breathing in and staring straight in his eyes. he’s rehearsed this a thousand times, but now that will is facing him, he can’t seem to pour out any words
  • so instead, he settles for glaring and frowning and the peaceful atmosphere is broken. he half hates himself and half is relieved that will might go away. but then will solace frowns and his stance is firm.
  • will asks him quietly where he’s been. nico looking away and huffs out a sigh, trying to distract himself with the trees or the sky or anything but will’s burning gaze on him. in the end, he has no choice but to look back at will and state quite idiotically that he went to the underworld for some errands
  • will isn’t having it, so he asks why nico actually went to the underworld, and nico’s starting to get annoyed. he can feel the tension burning between them like a fire and it isn’t long before they start actually arguing, with actual annoyance and actual anger
  • “you were avoiding me for a week before you left for the underworld, nico.” will says, his voice is rising only slightly more now and nico scowls and tries to leave but will puts a hand on his shoulder which feels like its burning 
  • “don’t touch me!” it comes out quick and fast and heavy and will can’t help the anger building in him, so he releases it by shouting a loud of what the hell, nico? before nico just screams at will to leave him alone and he dashes through the door, slamming it behind him
  • will doesn’t know if he feels heartbroken or angry or both. he just stays there, still hearing nico’s words like an echo in his head. they feel heavy, and scared and suddenly will feels like he understands just a little bit as to why
  • nico, on the other hand, sits on his bed and he can fear tears come to his eyes because all of this is so terrifying. all he wants to do is to bicker and banter with will and get lost in all his beauty without knowing that he likes this kid desperately.
  • and now he hates himself a little too, a feeling that is almost surprisingly foreign because he swore to himself he’d never let this happen again, and now it happened again, completely without nico wanting it
  • but then he thinks about will solace, and he remembers how just the sight of him makes his heart leap and how sweet and nice will has been with him for the past few months despite his obviously annoying and stubborn side. he just wants to feel the warmth and the embrace again and he is almost positive that will solace obviously doesn’t like him back.
  • at the same time, he doesn’t want this. he doesn’t want to start what will be a tense proximity between the two and he doesn’t want will to think of him badly. he wants to fight and argue and laugh with will, and because he knows that’s what he wants, in an impulsive action he finds himself walking out to the door.
  • nico is utterly confused and even more scared as his hands grip around the doorknob because he doesn’t know what he’s doing. he’s not going to confess, maybe never going to confess, but he doesn’t want to fight with will and he’s willing to compress his feelings for this one chance
  • and with that thought, he turns the doorknob and leaves the cabin to see will sitting on the steps, leaning onto the side of the railings. will notices his presence, but continues staring into the grass, wondering if he should acknowledge nico or not
  • nico likes it better silent like this, so he hesitantly walks over and hovers over the steps, wondering if he should walk back inside because the fear part of him is telling him to. except, he does’t know why he’s afraid so he tells the fear part of him to shut up and he walks down the one step before he’s sitting on the same one will will, a feet or so apart
  • will solace’s heart is pounding for some strange reason and it mirrors nico’s because nico just can’t keep his chest still or his hands from shaking, even more when will turns his head a little bit to look at nico, who is resting his chins on his arms that are placed guardedly on his knees
  • will solace only gazes, and nico risks a glance back before he properly stares at will, wondering what he’s thinking about. the blush in his cheeks rises and his heart is hammering because will is looking at him in a way he’s never seen before
  • will’s eyes are soft with the slightest hint of squint, his eyebrows are rested and his lips are a small bit pursed. his tan skin is a little blushed as well, and nico forgets abot time when he momentarily gets lost in will’s eyes
  • of course, that is before will slowly moves his head which makes nico blink. will leans achingly slow into nico, who is half shrinking back and half trying to keep his composure still. nico doesn’t know what will’s thinking, but his breath hitches when will only rests their heads together
  • for a moment, they stay like that, wills eyes closed. nico likes the warmth between them, and his chest is pounding and he’s unsure of what’s going on but he lets it happen. after a good few seconds, will moves his head to brush his cheek against nico’s so softly and it’s the most comforting thing nico has ever felt
  • “it’s okay”. it comes out as a whisper, but it feels like the only sound in the damp and peaceful evening. nico doesn’t know exactly what will’s talking about, but he understands strangely and almost feels his eyes water at the thought of this being okay
  • will pulls back just slightly and nico thinks he dreamed it as will’s eyes open. nico keeps his eyes closed, half the time staring at the ground and the other half flickering them closed. 
  • will is waiting for something like a hesitation, but nico keeps quiet, completely confused as to whats going to happen next. seeing as there’s not hesitance, will tilts his head just a little bit before he leans and and take nico’s lips in his
  • everything stops. nico can’t feel his heartbeat, nor the sounds around him, or even his senses, just like the time in his cabin when he made that dreadful realization. except now when everything catches up to him, it feels like a wave of fireworks in his stomach and he can barely breathe but he doesn’t want to
  • will, on the other hand, feels the innocent sensation of nico’s warm lips against his own and instantly wants more. he feels all the feelings rush into his chest until aches in the sweetest way. he reaches up and cups nico’s face in his hands, pulling him closer.
  • the feeling of will’s hands on his face makes a shiver go down his spine before nico finds himself trailing his hands along will’s waist, not wanting this moment to end. will kisses him again, and then again and again, heart swelling every time nico gasps just a little bit in innocent surprise
  • it isn’t long before they’ve completely lost coordination, when it isn’t even kissing anymore and it’s just a mess of mouths and fumbling hands and swollen, tugging lips with months worth of trapped feelings pouring out all at once
  • will pulls away and kisses nico one last time, and it’s innocent and chaste and gentle. he knows, in his heart he knows the fear that nico has within him and he remembers the anxiousness in nico’s eyes, so he lets the kiss be lingering and sweet, a few words of comfort in the press of lips
  • and then will pulls away and sets his forehead on nico’s, both of them catching their breath quietly and feel the heat in their cheeks rising. nico can’t stop himself from smiling, and will notices this which makes laughter bubble in his chest and he giggles and then nico does too and by then, it’s a mess of laughing, blushing boys.
  • in a moment, they’ll maybe talk about this and everything if they can get over their shyness and their laughter, but right now, they enjoy each other’s ringing giggles and the sight of their blushing faces in the evening hue
9

so all of my life I lived in a very sub-urban area and all I knew was “white!! white!! white!!” I was conditioned to believe that “white was beauty and dark skin was dirty”. this ultimately bringing down my self-esteem and making me think that white was superior and that I shouldn’t be black and that it was a curse or something. I remember coming to school after summer break and white kids comparing their skin to my skin saying “look I’m almost as dark as you” or me going to a pool party and them saying “wow your hair doesn’t get wet?!!”. I remember how much these things used to upset me. i recently I’ve moved to a more urban area with many more black kids and for the first time in my life I realized how great my skin color was and how beautiful my people were and how when I am in the sun my skin glistens and how my hair actually DOES get wet because it coils when it is! for the first time in my life I had a black teacher who actually taught me about my skin and the history behind it and why I should love it. my self-esteem has never been higher and I’ve never been happier. now that I realize how great and excellent my skin color is no one can tell me otherwise. HAPPY BLACKOUT!!!!

Moon of Fire Part iii (Sastiel Sequel)

Massive credits to Marie Rutkoski, who wrote The Winner’s Curse, for part of the inspiration of the ending! We are 3/5 of the way through, and today, you get the Sastiel reunion!

If you haven’t read A Court of Fire and Dreams:
Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV and Part V.

Moon of Fire:
Part i, Part ii, Part iii, Part iv, Part v

*****

Seraphine’s eyes fluttered open.
The trees above her swayed in the wind, the sun already set high in the sky.
She was pleasantly warm, laying on her side wrapped in a thick midnight blue cloak, it’s scent so comforting, so familiar that it almost felt like a dream.
But it wasn’t a dream.
Seraphine was out of the mines, she was safe, she was free.
She twisted, running her fingers between Fen’s thick fur.
Kastiel came back for her. He had saved—
Seraphine sat up at the sound of movement near her.
“Who are you?” she demanded.
The fae in front of her didn’t look familiar. He was tall, crowned with dark hair and dark skin. He seemed a little surprised at her voice, the expression sitting unusually on his beautiful, elegant face.
“I’m Azriel,” he says, dropping a log of wood on top of a stack near his feet. “Kastiel’s uncle.”
Seraphine studied Azriel.
He wore black leathers, with blue jewels adorning different parts of his body. Nothing about him seemed even remotely similar to what Kastiel looked like. Except for the wings. Though Azriel’s was noticeably wider and grander in size.
“Azriel?” she asked slowly, dragging out all the syllables of his name, “And… Kastiel?”
Seraphine was awarded with a breathtaking smile from Azriel, and she sensed, in a way she only could, how rare this smile was.
“I like to say that he was named after me,” he said thoughtfully, arranging the logs on the ground to form a makeshift campfire. “Though Cassian would say otherwise.”
Seraphine stared at the pile of logs, before looking around at her surroundings.
“He’s by the stream,” Azriel points out. “He’s been worried about you, and he’ll be glad you’re awake.”
“Thank you,” she replies.
“Seraphine,” he says before she could leave, “are you alright?”
She meets his hazel eyes. “I’m fine.”
Azriel gives her a small nod in reply, as if he knew, exactly how she was feeling—that she bore no visible scars, but the hurt ran deeper than skin and bones. “Could you please?” he asks, gesturing to the unlit campfire.
Seraphine ignited it with a brush of her hand.

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padlock-ink-deactivated20170426  asked:

can you write something where it's y/n and Harry's first time making out?

You didn’t know how it happened. You both were in the hot tub having a good chat and enjoying the warm water.

But harry caught you by suprise with a small peck on your cheek. Which made you giggle.

But then he placed another peck on your lips, and slowly creeped down to your neck. That’s when You knew this wasn’t just inncocent kisses now.

You tilted your neck to allow harry more access to your neck and you moaned in approval. Harry smirked at your reaction as he kissed over your collar bone which was on full exposure in your bikini.

Wanting to be even closer harry pushed you up against the hot tub stairs. You sat down as Harry went between your legs. You missed his lips on yours so after you repositioned you connected your lips again.

This time you brought your wet hands up to Harry’s hair to deepen the kiss. He bit your bottom lip and slide his tongue between your lips making you moan in satisfaction.

“Har-ry..” you whispered out. You guys have never made out. A few kisses but not like this. Harry wasn’t holding back and you weren’t either.

Harry couldn’t resist how good you look in that swim suit and he had to let you know.

“You look so good in that Y/N.” he said between kisses as he slide his hands down to your waist.

“So good…” You smiled into his kiss because you thought the exact same thing about Harry and you couldn’t keep your hands off him.

Your hands went to his chest and suddenly you pushed him into the wall, Changing your position. Harry chuckled at how eager you were.

You sat on Harry’s lap as you leaned back in and took his mouth onto yours. The warm water surrounding you both.

Harry’s hand went back up to your neck and he slide his hands down your shoulder to your swimsuit top and slowly slide it down. But he suddenly stopped and disconnected your lips.

“Is this okay?” Harry asked you. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable.

As you looked at his now wet hair and glistening body,Your heart leaped with how caring he is.

“Yes Harry. This is ok.” You reassured him and smiled.

You’ve dated Harry for awhile now, and he would always make sure that whatever you guys did that your comfortable and ok.

You guys haven’t gone too far, this being the farthest you’ve gone.

But even your first kiss with him you remember he was centeminters away from actually connecting your lips with his.

When He asked if he could kiss you. The memory still made you feel all warm inside because that was just the type of person harry was. That’s when you knew Harry was a keeper.

You haven’t gone further then that though not because you didn’t want to. But because it just hasn’t been the right time.

Harry’s heavy breathing and kisses brought you back from your memory but you weren’t complaining.

But then you felt it. You felt the hardness between your legs, from Harry.

Harry quickly pulled away feeling the same thing too.

“I’m sorry. We should probably stop.” Harry looked embarrassed and tried to hide his hard on.

“Harry it’s ok.” You said placing a hand on his cheek. You were still sitting on his lap and you could tell Harry was growing.

“Y/N I just don’t want to make you feel like you have too-” You shut him up with a deep kiss to his lips. You knew Harry overthinks everything and he couldn’t help but be concerned about you.

You pulled away and shook your head. “Harry your not making me do anything.”

You leaned in closer and whispered in his ear, “I want too.” You tell him truthfully.

You could hear Harry’s breathe hitch after what you said. As you continue to kiss down his ear and neck.

You became bold as pushed your waist deeper in his groin.

Harry let out a quiet moan and tried stopping your hips from moving because if you continued right now, he couldn’t control himself.

“Ok let’s go inside.” Harry quickly got out of the water not bothering to dry off. As you eagerly stepped out of the hot tub.

You shrieked when Harry wrapped his hand around your waist and picked you up bridal style.

Both of you were still wet and your hair was sticking to Harry’s chest.

“Harry what are you doing! Put me down!” You giggled as he started walking towards his house.

“You were taking too long, Love.” He grinned back at you in his arms.

You wrapped your hands around Harry’s neck and brought his mouth closer to you to kiss him.

It didn’t matter that you both were completely wet and shivering. The only thing that mattered was how you felt for eachother.

“If you keep doing that I’m going to have to take you right here.” Harry teased in frustration as he broke the kiss.

“Well hurry up then.” You both smirked at him.

You both looked at eachother super excited for what was to come.
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“The One” Carl Grimes x Reader

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Carl Grimes x Reader

Summary: Carl’s POV of “Home” (read HERE), except in this version, the reader dies instead of Carl at the lineup.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, implied smut, death

Thanks, @justthoseimagines , for the request!

Flashbacks are in italics.


Originally posted by accio-villain-imagines

 It was Y/N’s hair that attracted Carl first. It was so long and so beautiful, he couldn’t stop staring at it when he saw her. None of the other girls he had met had hair that pretty.

Carl had met her a long time ago, but the memory of when they first saw each other stays stuck in his head. He had finally just recovered from the surgery that Hershel performed on him, and was able to get up and walk around. He was so happy he didn’t have to be cooped up in that room all day anymore. He was sitting at the kitchen table drinking some water when Y/N walked in, not paying any attention to him. Not that he knew of. Her hair glistened in the sunlight, and Carl had thought it was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. He didn’t tell her that, of course.

“Dad, who’s that?” Carl had asked Rick once he left the kitchen. They were standing in the hallway, just far enough out of earshot where Y/N couldn’t hear them talking.

“It’s Hershel’s daughter, Y/N. She’s around your age.” Rick had told him. “Why do you seem so flustered?”

“Because she’s pretty!”

Rick had to stop himself from laughing at the current state that Carl was in. As far as he knew, this was probably the first time Carl had been around another kid his age, let alone a girl, since the apocalypse broke out.

“Just relax, son. Go introduce yourself. She aint gonna bite.”

Carl walked back into the kitchen, and she jumped, like she just realized he was in there. She stared at him for a good moment, and Carl assumed this was the first time she’d heard of him as well.

“I’m Carl.” He told her, trying to remember what his dad said about her not being scary. She really was quite pretty, Carl thought she was the prettiest girl he’d seen in his life.

“Y/N.”

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He was in trouble.
Azriel knew the moment he laid his eyes on the blonde haired witch.
She was miles ahead of everyone, twisting and turning in the air as the horizon opened up to pink and yellow and orange hues.
Yellow like her hair glistening in the moonlight—swaying in the wind as she clawed for his throat.
He despised it—her stubbornness.
Despised the unfiltered, opinionated words that came out of her iron teethed mouth.
And despised her—not from the wound she gave him—but for this wild, unusual thing that’s filled his heart.

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