he is such a gorgeous human being!

so… when is finn wolfhard getting a modeling contract? he’s a work of art 

ACOTAR characters and their cakes

1.       RHYSAND

BECAUSE HONESTLY, HE’S THE HIGH LORD OF THE NIGHT COURT AND HE WANTS HIS CAKE TO BE PRETTY, NOT TO MENTION IT’S REALLY SWEET. NORMAL HUMAN BEING WOULD BE HAVING DIABETES BY NOW.

2.       FEYRE

SHE’S THE HIGH LADY. THE FIRST HIGH LADY OF THE NIGHT COURT OF ALL HISTORY. And this cake reminds her of Starfall and all its glory. She likes to share her cake, and guess what CASSIAN EATS THE WHOLE DAMN THING.

3.       MOR

YO IT’S THE MORRIGAN. SHE LIKES HER CAKE TO BE GORGEOUS AND FABULOUS AND PRETTY. NO ONE GETS A CHANCE TO TASTE IT. Probably Rhys stole one of those glitters just to make her mad. “I DON’T CARE IF YOU ARE THE HIGH LORD, PUT IT BACK RHYSAND OR I WILL STEP ON YOUR CAKE NOW I SWEAR TO CAULDRON!!”

4.       CASSIAN

HE’S THE BEST COOK IN THE SQUAD, AND HE MADE IT. HE LIKES HIS CAKE TO REPRESENT HIMSELF. DO NOT JUDGE. THIS CAKE IS THE MOST DELICIOUS THING IN THE WHOLE VELARIS. YOU JUST WAIT. He gets comment from Nesta like “What the fuq is that thing, Cassian” “Is that you on the cake, Cassian?”

5.       AZRIEL

HE SECRETLY LOVES THIS CAKE AND ALL ITS GOLD GLITTERS. When Cassian gets near it, he would hide his cake. HE ONLY OFFERS IT TO ELAIN DUH. “It’s okay Elain, you can have it all, I don’t need the cake”

6.       AMREN

OF COURSE THERE ARE JEWELRIES IN HER CAKE. SHE LIKES IT TO BE SPARKLING. IT’S HER FAVORITE CAKE EVER. One time Cassian put chicken feathers on the peacock’s head. Cassian end up banned from Amren’s apartment FOR LIKE 20 YEARS.

7.       NESTA

“WHO DARE COME NEAR MY CAKE? YOU SEE THAT PRETTY KNIFE? YEAH IT WILL BE ON YOUR NECK. CASSIAN, NO. GET OUT”

8.       ELAIN

The prettiest cake in the world. SHE SPENT A WHOLE WEEK TO DECORATE IT, WITH AZRIEL’S HELP. Elain and Azriel eating the cake, and they ended up kissing and smearing all the frosting on each other. And on Azriel’s wings.

9.       LUCIEN

Somehow he didn’t put the Fire Dick on the cake. Surpise surprise.

10.   TAMLIN

No one make him cake. No, but here’s the flour and he can make it himself.

ALSO THRONE OF GLASS AND THEIR CAKES HERE!!

Lock the Door

Jungkook
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 3980-ish
In hindsight, maybe you weren’t that sorry for not locking the door.

A/N: Holy fuck, this is some extra shit. Read at your own risk. The Kook thirst is real. I had this half-written for a while, and then I got a request that was quite similar, so I thought I’d finish it. I might have a thing for the way Kook says ‘noona.’ Shit.

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

You knew it was a bad habit, not locking the bedroom door. But locking doors inside your own house had never been required before – growing up, it was discouraged (courtesy of living in a one-bathroom house) – and you didn’t really expect anyone to come barging into your bedroom when you lived in your own apartment.

Then again, you hadn’t expected to have seven rowdy boys hanging out in your small living room that evening, and that happened so…

Okay, you should’ve locked the bedroom door.

But you didn’t.

And that was how you ended up scarring Jeon Jungkook for life. Ish.

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I was at a con recently. And while looking at some of the art, I made a comment to a guy who had a collection of cat avengers prints that he was missing the best avenger. So he goes, ‘oh and who is that’ and I just kinda look sideways at him and say 'hawkeye, the only one you don’t have’. To wich he of course smirks and says 'is he really the best or is it just cause of jeremy renner?’

First of all… Jeremy Renner is a gorgeous human being and he is more than enough reason for Hawkeye to be awesome, so why the hell you got that smug look on your face like I’m just some random ass fangirl who don’t know shit about comics. I was fuckin dressed like Captain Marvel, 100% comic accurate costume thank you very much.

So my dad starts laughing cause he can see I got my 'fight me’ face on. And I proceed to list each and every reason why I have loved Hawkeye since waaaaay before the movies and why he gets even better with new movies and comics.

NUMBER ONE, he is the only fully human Avenger in every single story line.

To which of course I get 'well what about Black Widow’ well sir you must not know your comics very well because in the Earth-616 universe she has the Red Room version of the super soldier serum which gives her enhanced physical abilities as well as a very long lifespan.

Then comes the 'well Scott Lang is human’ well yeah but he’s got a mother FuCkiNG SUPER SUIT. What does Hawkeye have? Spandex or leather, not quite the same thing. And you take away that super suit, is Scott still a super hero? No he is in jail for being a thief. You take away Hawkeye ’ super sui… oh wait that’s right HE DON’T GOT ONE.

'But what about Black Panther he is human right?’ Do you know anything about comics dude? The dude eats a magical plant and is gifted his powers by the Wakandan Panther God and has enhanced speed, strength, agility, healing, reflexes, stamina, etc. NOT FULLY HUMAN he also is proclaimed King of the Dead and is granted the power and knowledge of past Black Panthers and gains the ability to control the dead… so awesome but still not human.

Hawkeye is 100% human 100% of the time (except a very brief moment when he borrowed pym particles just to help out on a mission) and still manages to keep up with super humans, gods and guys with fancy super suits.

NUMBER TWO, he is deaf, canononically.

'Well Daredevil is blind’ his accident enhanced his other senses… and not an Avenger… so your argument is not even relevant.

NUMBER THREE, he shoots a bow, usually a recurve, in battle with people that have magic and laser guns and other shit and he can shoot it with out even looking!

'But he has trick arrows’ wich are guaranteed to be weighted terribly and that weight changes depending on which arrow it is. So he not only has to compensate for the strange weight but he has to do it on the fly in the heat of battle for each individual arrow. Not to mention when he shoots multiple at once.

And come on, have you ever tried to shoot a bow and arrow, it’s not easy. It takes a lot of practice patients and skill. Especially to get as good as him.

NUMBER FOUR, I mean have you read the guys backstory? If you looked up tragic backstory in the dictionary, you would see a picture of Clint Barton. He was orphaned after his abusive father got into a car accident that killed his mother as well. Was sent to a children’s home, ran away to the circus, was trained by Swordsman and Trickshot who were not the best mentors, was betrayed and abandoned by Swordsman and his brother and left for dead, ended up severely injuring his brother, had to leave Trickshot, when he tried to do the hero thing he was mistaken for a criminal, was manipulated into trying to kill Iron Man, kept falling in love with women who didn’t love him back, left the Avengers at one point believing he was unwanted, was passed over because he was not super human, watched his brother die, was forced to leave the Avengers, had a bounty put on his right arm, lost former mentor Trickshot to cancer, split with his wife then watched her die saving him, sacrificed himself and came back, was almost assasinated, went to prison so the rest of his team could go free, was shot and conducted a suicide mission that saved the planet but killed him, lost his memory, was vanished into nothingness, doubted he was himself or even alive, faked his death, and that’s just the short list.

NUMBER FIVE, he ran the West Coast branch of the Avengers, as well as other treams.

NUMBER SIX, he took on the mantle of Captain America for a short time.

NUMBER SEVEN, Caw Caw Mother Fucker.

So yeah, suffice to say that I left the guy speechless surounded by his friends who were nodding along and adding in their own bits of info and laughing hysterically at him. I turned to walk away after that mic drop and heard him mumble, 'well I guess I’m making a cat hawkeye’

“More Than Roommates”

Request: I saw you asked for prompts. This one is pretty smutty. Can you do one where Sebastian and the reader are roommates and she comes home and catches him jerking off, which leads to more. Or if not Sebastian, then one of his characters. Thank you love your writing!

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader

Warnings: GRAPHIC SMUT, sub and dom relationship, little bit of fluff

Word Count: 2067

A/N: gimme a lance anon. i need it. i wrote this at school at someone stopped to read it and it was at the dirtiest part. 


Originally posted by blurredmelancholy

Lance Tucker was a pain to live with. He left dirty boxers on the floor and had no idea how to wash a dish. And not to mention the plethora of women he had exiting his room each night. He was your classic athlete. He could get all the girls and would never have to spend a night alone. Why you were living with him, you had no idea. He had been your best friend since you had moved to that small little town when you were six. You were there for him at every trial and you cheered his name as he won the gold and silver medals at the Olympics.

He didn’t know that you had a huge crush on him. You would never tell him. He wasn’t the type of man to do relationships. It hurt that you had to hear him fuck a different whore every night. None of the women he ever brought back were classy. In all honesty, they disgusted you. They sounded like pornstars or strangled ducks, but you still stayed with Lance. You would rather have him as a friend than nothing at all.

You were not looking forward to the sleepless night ahead. Work had been kicking your ass and today your boss yelled at you for no reason. You didn’t even get to drink your coffee, which was the most tragic thing of all. You slowly trudged your way up the steps to your shared home. In no way were you ready for the night. All you wanted to do was pamper yourself, but Lance’s fuck of the night would probably ruin that for you.

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Listen fam, I know we’re all upset about there not being any Ganondorf in Breath of the Wild, but Nintendo knew what they were doing. By the time most players get to Hyrule Castle, Link is buff, rich, beautifully outfitted, and a master chef. If Ganon had even a tiny bit of humanity in him, he would have seen that gorgeous young man ride through the castle gates on a white horse bearing armfuls of flowers and pastries, and he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from getting down on one knee and proposing right then and there.

I know this sounds crazy, but I don’t make the rules. Nintendo makes the rules, and the rules say that every creature in the game capable of fully sentient thought immediately falls in love with Link. The only way to avoid the awkward situation of Link and Ganon running off into the sunset together was to remove all traces of Ganondorf entirely. Thus was the glory of Ganondorf’s perfect hair sacrificed for the sublime beauty of everyone’s perfect elf boyfriend, alas.

NEWT SCAMANDER X READER

HEARTBEAT

desc: Newt is unable to grasp why you would ever find fascination in observing him, which is followed by a heartfelt moment, and admittance of love. 

Kisses and lots of FLUFF! <3 (gif not mine, creds to owner)

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Newt Scamander was an absolute work of art, and simply studying his features helped you relax, so you did. He sat at the polished oak table, his right leg shaking as he focused, his honey colored locks sprawled across his forehead. When he focused, these little crinkles appeared from the furrow of his eyebrows, and he would chew his lower lip whilst deep in thought. A golden beam of sunlight twinkled across his button nose, rosy cheeks, and brilliant blue-green eyes. He reached for his steaming mug of tea, letting the curls of steam crawl over his face before taking a careful sip. Then his lips twitched ever so noticeably, and you could make out the little dimples of his curious smile.

“Why are you staring at me?” he asked, his head still bent into his leather notebook, his white feather quill tight in his hand.

You sat across the table from him, head in palm as you examined him, “because you’re very nice to stare at, Newt.”

This split his lips into a wide grin, and he gently set his quill down before giving his full attention to you. “I can’t focus when you’re devouring me with those eyes.”

You shrugged, giving a small grin, “you’re always staring at me, too.”

Newt’s glimmering eyes crinkled, “well, that’s different.”

“Oh yeah?” you teased, “how so?”

“Well, you see, with you - okay, but - you’re very, well-” New continuously tripped over his words as he fumbled to piece together his thoughts. 

“Go on,” you encouraged, stretching your hand across the table.

Newt brought his eyes down, his hand coming up gently to rest in yours, his fingers intertwining with the most cautious ease. He strung his fingers between yours, his eyes looking over your hands for a good while.

“Newt, you’re doing it again,” you giggled, when he’d gotten distracted and removed his hand to draw patterns all over your palms.

“What? Oh, oh, yes, right,” he sighed, putting his hand back in yours. He looked back up, his cheeks flushing a soft pink. “Erm, well, you are the most fascinatingly charming girl I h-have ever had the pleasure of coming upon,” he began, his cheeks reddening at once. “So y-you see, when I study my creatures, I am always discovering more of their hidden wonders, as I am with you. Sometimes the sunlight will cross different crevices of your face, sometimes your eyes are darker than usual, sometimes a strand of hair falls loose, a-and sometimes you’re smile is so wonderfully mesmerizing that I must always…watch. I can’t miss a moment, you see, I have to study you until I know all you’re little quirks like the back of my hand.” Newts eyes had drifted onto a patch of table around halfway through, unable to hold your gaze.

You squeezed his hand really lightly to get his focus, “Newt.” 

He released your hand and brought his own back down into his lap, shifting in his chair and looking very flustered when he looked back up at you.

“Newt, you’re too good to me,” you whispered, feeling ridiculous for wanting to cry. 

“I’m just so lucky to have you, please know this,” he mumbled hurriedly.

You shook your head with a faint laugh, “what makes you think I have no reason to admire you?”

His jaw clenched a little, and you saw his face droop, “my love, there is nothing special to see.”

That physically pained you to hear.

“Newt!” you gasped, “Please, never say that again.”

He grew instantly worried, “Oh-I’m so sorry, please forgive me, I-”

“Shh,” you cut him off and stood up, heading around the table and taking a seat right beside him, turning your chair toward Newt. He half-heartedly turned to face you as well.

“Newt,” you smiled sadly, raising your palm up to graze his cheek. He twitched nervously under your touch, but you reassured him and rested your hand against his freckle dotted skin.

“Newt, you are the kindest and most amazing person ever, and I hate to see you doubting yourself like this. You are so special Newt, and I wish you could see yourself the way I do; as a sweet, loving, and most definitely heart stoppingly beautiful human being. Yes there are kind folks out there, yes there are gorgeous folks out there, but never have I found someone who is both as gorgeous and compassionate to the extent that you are, which is why I am so deeply in lo-”

You stopped short, realizing you had spoken too much and instantly freezing over. You had never exchanged the three magic words with Newt before, and suddenly it seemed nothing but terrifying.

Newts mouth opened, his skin warming beneath your fingertips, “What?”

“N-nothing,” you mumbled, dropping your hand nervously.

Newt grabbed your hand gently before it could fall, and took it in his own, bringing it right up to his chest. You could feel his steady heartbeat rapidly quickening beneath the fabric of his soft clothes.

“Do you feel that?” he gulped.

You nodded shyly, “Yeah?”

“That, (Y/N), is what one who is madly in love feels,” he smiled nervously. “This here, i-is physical proof of how I feel when I’m with you, and how it feels to be head over heels for y-you, my darling.”

You felt your own heartbeat falter before quickening, and Newt asked, “Do you love me too?”

He had said it so quietly that you almost missed it. His lips quivered, his slender fingers trembling as his face sunk into a state of absolute sadness and worry. You couldn’t even speak at the sight, so instead you brought his hand up to your own chest, and lay it against your heart. Newt stretched his fingers slowly across your front, his palm taking in the rapid and intense thrum of your heartbeat.

“You tell me,” you breathed quietly.

He brought his eyes from your heart to your painfully nervous gaze. Once again, his lips twitched and broke into that familiar smile. The sun sent flares across his warm features and illuminated his overjoyed expression.

“I would very much like to kiss you right now, if you would allow me,” he proposed shyly.

You couldn’t help but laugh, your smile stretching wide as you gave him a nod.

Newt pulled a stray hair of yours affectionately behind your ear before tracing down to your jawline and resting his hand beneath your chin. He gave you one last look before tilting his head in with a flutter of his eyelids. Your eyes closed at the moment where your lips made contact. It was only for the briefest of moments, but was plenty enough for you to feel intoxicated by the taste you were given. He was soft and gentle with you, as if you were a fragile piece, and his lips were full, warm, and tasted of delightful sugar sweet joy. You could feel his hand quivering beneath your chin, but you pushed your lips in a little deeper to show you were at ease with him. You felt a rolling crystal droplet trickle down from his eyes and down onto your lips, but the taste of salt in the kiss was one that you knew was from tears of joy. Newt’s timid lips twitched upwards against yours, and he pulled back a second later, forgetting to breathe for a moment. He gulped down the lump in his throat and took a deep breath in whilst opening his bluish green eyes again.

“T-that was-” he stuttered.

“Wonderful,” you smiled and bent forward, dropping a light peck against Newt’s nose. You brought your own head down to Newt’s chest, and burrowed into the crevice of his neck, where you breathed in the scent of flowers and, possibly, niffler. He brought his hand up to hold your head, his free arm coming around your waist and giving you a squeeze. You smiled against his skin and let your eyes come to a close.

Newt sat quietly, formulating sentences but only coming up with one, “I’m just… so lucky to have you,” he whispered again.

Hate To See You Go (Grayson)

Summary: Based off of this ask. You’re a teacher at Grayson’s daughter’s kindergarten and it’s Mother’s Day.
Word Count: 4,463
Warnings: Actual daddy!Gray. Daddy kink (if you squint).
A/N: I swear, I received this ask 3 weeks ago and it’s still stuck on my mind. So I hope you like this, leave feedback if you want to!! This turned out to be longer than intended, yikes xx


The first time you saw Grayson Dolan was when his daughter, Penelope fell off a swing during recess and scraped her knee. She’d cried as you stroked her hair, pointing at her bloody knee while telling you of how she’d tried to stand up on the swing, her foot slipping in process which had caused her to fall off. It wasn’t that bad. In fact, it was a small scrape but it still made your heart squeeze in your chest when you looked over her tear-stained face, her hand squeezed into a small fist as she rubbed her eye.

You’d taken her to your own classroom, calling her father in the process. His voice had sounded deep and it kind of shocked you for a moment. It had been two months since the term had started and Penelope had been brought to kindergarten by her Aunt Cameron. You’d been so curious as to why her father was never around, but Penelope had explained how her father was working early hours and he never had time to take her to preschool; which, you never frowned over that because there were plenty of parents who worked their butts off, having a relative or even a nanny drop their children off in your classroom.

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anonymous asked:

thoughts on phanthony collab? i thought it was so good and they worked well together. i'll admit i was kind of nervous because phil's chemistry can be hit or miss with people but this was so nice and calm i loved it

yessss omg these american youtubers are the only ppl who apparently truly understand fan service and keep giving the people what we actually want!!!!!!! this vid was just 10 mins of phil being soft and fawning over a cute dog and also a cute boy :( i love it so much. their sense of humor actually rly did blend so well, and anthony was so receptive to phil being his quirky self and phil was so calm and gentle and not over-performing!!! plus like just the aesthetics alone are top-notch, the way anthony colors his videos is gorgeous, and they’re both beautiful humans, and phil in that jacket is nearly painfully lovely hahaha. i just wrote out thoughts on my fav moments while watching so i’ll paste those: 

  • lmao @ anthony smooching the drawing of phil right on the mouth. why is he so flirtatious with both dan and phil it’s genuinely so funny 
  • phil sounds .. so good …. over the phone
  • ‘phil, i was trying out a new nickname for you. phil .. me up’ damn anthony is relentless, i need to take notes
  • that firm hug when phil first arrives, wow what a man
  • at 3:48 when they’re figuring out how they’re going to make the sweater and phil just starts barking and tickles anthony’s neck .. i love that he is just so phil and doesn’t rly try to filter that, like he is so unique and somehow mixes that in w being touchy and cute whenever he’s around people and it’s so fun to watch how other ppl react to it tbh. i love that anthony just rolls with it and giggles and plays along. this + all the flirting is why the chemistry is There people
  • i love that the first things phil thinks of for how to make the sweater special are glitter and sparkles
  • phil can’t whistle. did we know that? i don’t think i knew that
  • phil’s shaky hands :( he’s always had shaky hands when he’s slightly under pressure and you can see it in videos sometimes and i think it was so cute that he kind of pointed it out himself here and then just laughed and brushed it off :((( i love him 
  • 4:26 instantly iconic moment of phil almost calling anthony ‘dan’ but cutting himself off at the last moment hahahaha tragic
  • ‘pet me anthony’ ok i can’t fault my mans for availing himself of this opportunity to just go all out and flirt w a pretty boy in his distinctly phil style
  • anthony joins the legions of men before him who have touched phil’s skin and instantly commented on how soft it is. phil immediately offers up that he moisturizes in the same proud tone as always and i am more in love than ever before and more bitter too bc when will phil do an actual comprehensive run-down of his skincare routine
  • ‘let me phil you in’ … apparently he crossed a line with that one anthony looks disgusted ahahaha .. same tbh
  • 5:53 phil listening to anthony talk with his hands pressed to his cheeks is maybe cuter than anything in this video 
  • phil refusing to even write the word bitch and anthony nearly crying with laughter bc of it is a Big Mood
  • phil adding a doodle of some lips to the ‘chic bitch’ is an even bigger mood he’s so fucking funny and good omg
  • phil saying ‘helloooo’ to the pup :(((( end me :( 
  • the cute high pitched voice he uses when he says ‘we made you a little sweater’!!!!!!!!!!!! fuck!!!!!!!!!! little sweater!!!!!!!!!! there are tears in my eyes!!!!!!!!
  • phil’s assessment: roux hates the sweater bc it has foul language and no glitter, and it’s made out of something anthony’s crotch has pressed against djfksdfjskdfj his  mind is a marvel. this video is a marvel

i loved everything so much it was so soft and good :( feelin nothing but grateful to anthony for including dnp in such nice lil videos :((( truly a talent i owe him my life now

Bad Intentions (M)

Originally posted by t-yong

Part 2 of 2

Read Part 1 here

Vampire Taeyong x Vampire reader (female)

Genre: College au!, fantasy, jealousy angst, fluff, smut

Summary: Jung Jaehyun was the epitome of everything you wanted…or so you thought

Warning: Contains graphic sexual content and various mentions of blood

Length: 12K

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All The Things I Love About You {S.M}

non-requested// imagine where you feel as if you aren’t good enough for someone as great as shawn and he tells you everything he loves about you

author’s note// did you guys know LITERALLY all i fucking care about is taylor swift she is the ONLY woman i will ever love go buy look what you made me do on itunes RIGHT FUCKIN NOW

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Shawn was perfect. It didn’t take a genius to understand that Shawn was overall the perfect man. He was the best boyfriend any girl could ever dream for, and he was fucking famous for crying out loud. He had countless fanfiction shit and stuff on the internet, and it was all so accurate. All of those dumb ridiculously gross relationship goal stuff all of the twelve year old girls wanted, was exactly what he did. He posted pictures online with you, much to his publicists dismay as she said it may cause a slight uproar in his fanbase if he were to announce he was in a relationship. He didn’t care at all, he posted photos with you, of you, posted mushy captions, all of the stuff teenage girls make edits of and post on tumblr. He took you on dates, but weirdly personal dates. Like he would take you on a picnic to a little hill by your house or that italian restaurant that was tucked away in the western corner of your town that you just loved. He took you on tour, when you could of course, and he always made sure he made time for you whenever he possibly could. 

But it was all just… way too good to be true. 

You considered yourself to be incredibly average. You didn’t have an extraordinary job, you were an architect. You had a pretty great job at a firm, which was amazing for your age and the fact you were a female but it was nothing compared to your chart topping pop star boyfriend. He was absolutely stunning, one of the most beautiful man you had ever seen in your whole life. His body was perfect, there was seemingly no flaws. Even the scar on his cheek he had gotten using his dad’s razor when he was younger that bothered him so much was the cutest thing ever. He was hot as all hell, girls wrote friggin sex fantasies about him online. You thought it was super weird, yeah sure, but still they existed. He was genuinely perfect in every single way and you were mediocre at best. 

You didn’t consider yourself super hot, and you weren’t super tiny, which is apparently what everyone thought Shawn needed. Someone considerably shorter than him, and tiny overall. You weren’t that. You were shorter than him, sure but it was due to the fact that he was more of a tower than a man, but you weren’t super tiny. You didn’t look amazing in a bikini, you don’t wear a size extra small, and overall, you just didn’t think you were what Shawn deserved. He deserved the perfect girl, and you didn’t deserve him. 

But, that was just what you thought, not what Shawn thought. When you met Shawn at gross little coffee shop in Texas, he thought you were absolutely radiating. He thought you were the prettiest thing he had ever seen, with your glowing caramel skin, and long deep ebony hair. He was dumbfounded by your beauty, how your body wasn’t one of a super model but you made it look absolutely lovely. What he loved most was that you had no idea how absolutely gorgeous you were. He hated seeing all of these admittedly stunning women at events and parties, who just know they are one of the most gorgeous human beings in the world. You were even more stunning than all of those girls he had ever seen combined, and you weren’t even aware. 

He tells you ever since then he has been absolutely smitten. So in love with you, maybe even disgustingly in love with you. You just didn’t find it realistic. You didn’t find it realistic that this perfect human being saw you as an equally perfect human. You didn’t vocalize it too much, but he knew. He knew you felt insecure. Sure, he wasn’t sure of the extent of the fact, but he knew. 

“C’mon honey, please? You haven’t sat in on Q&A in forever.” Shawn whined, trying to pull you off of the couch that you were firmly planted on in Shawn’s dressing room for the venue that night. 

“I don’t like them, I feel uncomfortable. I’m not even semi ready. I’m wearing one of your sweatshirts and shorts. I can’t go, and I don’t want to.” You told him for what felt like the eightieth time in the past five minutes.Yet, he continued to try and pull you up. “Shawn, seriously I don’t want to.” You stated as monotone as you could physically could manage. You couldn’t show any weakness in a situation like this, he was the type to call of his Q&A to talk to you and make you feel better. You hated when he did that, you hated when he would put you before that kind of stuff, it made you feel like a controlling bitch, even though every single time he told you that it was his decision, not yours, and he is more than willing to tell anyone who asks that very thing. 

“Honey, come on. They love you they always do.” Shawn knew he was lying right through his teeth. They never loved her. At best, they completely ignored her, which is what Shawn considered ‘love’ even though it was just not being a complete asshole. 

“They literally never love me, Shawn. Last time a girl told me to hang myself with one of your broken guitar strings.” It was actually incredibly sad that you weren’t exaggerating, she had actually said that. She had used her question to ask if you could do that, which was the fucking saddest thing you’d ever heard. 

“It won’t happen this time, I promise.” He let go of your hands, knowing for a fact that you wouldn’t be going with him. He looked at you with sad eyes, pulling his blue button up sleeves up to his elbows, his muscular forearms tensed up a bit and you felt a knot in your stomach. 

“Shawn, they’re right.” You groaned, pulling yourself up and somehow dodging him, which was impressive since he was such a tall muscular guy. He scoffed a little, folding his arms as you started to pace around his dressing room, your socks picking up some static electricity as you dragged your feet across the carpet. 

“If you’re saying you should hang yourself…” He chuckled, and you quickly whipped your body to face him, a glare on your face. 

“No, Shawn. They are all right.” You started, pulling the ends of your hair that was up in a ponytail to your fingers, fiddling around with the ends of it. His arms dropped to his side and his head tilted to the side a little bit, a few of his curls falling into his eyes. He started to look sad, and he knew what you were about to say was going to break his heart. “I’m not good enough for you.” You whispered, looking down at your feet. 

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” Shawn hissed, taking small careful steps towards you until he was only inches away from you. 

“Shawn, I’m just not good enough for you. You’re fucking perfect, you’re the perfect man and I’m just…” You tried to think of the correct word to use but it just wasn’t coming to your brain. “me.” You sighed, looking up at him. You could feel his breath on your forehead, he was that close to you, yet you weren’t touching. His arms were shaking just a bit, so you could tell he wanted to pull you close and hold you badly but he was scared. You were glad he didn’t though, you may have started crying. 

“Do I need to list every single thing that I love about you?” He simply stated, looking you straight in your eyes. You shook your head quickly, not wanting him to waste anymore time on your insecurity than he already has. 

“No Shawn, it’s fine, i’ll get over myself, it’s ju-” He cut you off as he grabbed both of your hands. 

“The way you smile, the way you laugh when I say something that isn’t even remotely funny, the way you get so passionate about those fucking blueprints for some class that I can’t even begin to understand, how you get so emotionally invested in those Grey’s Anatomy characters to the point of tears over the fact that Christina and Owen broke up, how you taught yourself piano because you wanted to be able to play while I sing, the way you smell like peaches every single day, how incredibly aware you are of social issues, how you literally went to a black lives matter protest on your birthday because you said that was the real important stuff, how the music on your phone literally only consists of my stuff, Taylor Swift, and Billy Joel-” You laughed a little, cutting him off. 

“I also have the whole season one of Glee soundtrack.” You swung you and Shawn’s hands back and forth a little bit. It made your whole body feel warm and happy over the fact that he saw all of these little things about you and thought about how much he loved you. He noticed things more than your body and the way you moaned his name. He noticed all of those little things, those dumb things you had barely even thought about. “Shawn, I love you so much. I seriously do, and you mean everything to but I-” He took one of his hands and placed his pointer finger over your lips. 

“But nothing.” He pulled you into a big bear hug, his arms wrapping completely around your body, making you feel like you were in a huge cocoon of love. You wrapped your arms around him, trying to make your hands meet so you can fully hug him back. “It doesn’t matter if I am a pop star or a dumpster diver or if you’re an architect or a screamo lead singer. It doesn’t matter, I love you and you love me. Literally, the only thing that matters. I don’t wanna hear anymore of this ‘not good enough’ shit, got it?” He stated, trying to sound somewhat powerful and dominant. He wasn’t always good at seeming dominant and scary. 

“Sh-” 

“Got it?” He boomed, squeezing you just a little tired. 

“Got it.” You grumbled, “I’m still not going to your Q&A”

author’s note// this was deadass just me going on about how hot shawn is also buy look what you made me do on itunes

Gabriel

Yes, of course this is a post praising him… :)))  

….But could we just take a little moment to appreciate how, behind that dorky and annoyingly playful mask of Gabriel, he is, in fact, such a wonderful angel? Literally and figuratively? ^-^


I mean… He hates disputes and arguments, between any kind of supernatural or even human beings, as he really only wants just peace…


….and he trusts and believes in people, he appreciates their effort to improve themselves, admiring their qualities, instead of trying to promote his superiority, like mostly other angels do…

Originally posted by thatsnotveryladylike

…he constantly looks up to them because he knows what the war between his brothers caused to the humanity…

Originally posted by littlehobbit13

… he did anything that was possible to help the boys stop the apocalypse, including the tape talking about the rings and the cage, which practically saved everyone…

In fact, not only did he help the boys then, but he also, let’s remember, tried to help Sam prepare himslef for Dean’s death, as he will always have a predilection towards teaching people lessons  .. … .. 

 … no matter what, he will ALWAYS care about the others…

… even though he doesn’t want to show it … 

Originally posted by mischievous-maestro

But, in fact, he would do anything for people. He has one of the kindest hearts ever. He confronted his own brother for the humans, he has always tried to mantain the peace, he helped the boys despite all the their past “meetings”, he understood them, he cared, he loved, and like not so many angels, he felt… He was far more than good. And, all these, under that mask he’s tried to keep on, of the goofy, adorable and hilarious angel, who loves to trick people. But that, just to improve their character, make them aware of their flaws, and to make them better… He chose humour as an element to get closer to humanity. 

I know many people have already mentioned everything from above about him, but I really wanted to bring this subject up again as a short reminder of what a great character he really is and why he deserves all this love. Not only for his one-line jokes, not only for his sweetness, not only for his way of acting, behaving and being, not only for him just being simply awesome and great, but also for his gorgeous soul. He could have any other vessel in the world, but him, as an angel, he would still remain this one of a kind glorious character… Which I adore. 

Originally posted by treasureseven

I’ll Wait (1/2)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Words: 3,709

Summary (request): Bucky declares his love for Y/N on a day he shouldn’t. 

Warning: Angst, but some adorableness as well. 

A/N: So this was also a request by a darling who wishes to stay anonymous, she said I could write whatever I wanted and dedicate it to her, so here goes, darling. Hope you enjoy! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated, much love to you all! 

Part 2


“I’m in love with you,” Bucky said as confidently as he could. His steel blue eyes were boring into yours as his heart beat at a frantic pace.

You didn’t answer him, only stared at him with a blank expression. It was only because he knew you better than you know yourself, he could see your lower lip slightly trembling.

“I know I have no right to say this to you,” he quickly added, taking a small step towards you. You didn’t move, only looked at him with stern eyes and lips pressed into a thin line.

“Especially not now,” the sadness in his words lingered hard in the room as he looked at you from head to toe. His eyes met yours again, and he knew his eyes displayed the heart-wrenching sadness he was feeling in his chest.

“But I knew I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t tell you,” he took another small step towards you and when you didn’t move, only looked at him with an unreadable expression, he slowly lifted his left hand to cup your cheek. The corners of his lips lifted in a small smile when you didn’t flinch or move. His hand was centimeters from your face when you abruptly stepped back, eyes never leaving his.

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No Happy Endings | Wonho [M]

Originally posted by wonhontology


Warnings: Strong language and implications of sex.

word count: 3,718

“Hey, what ya’ reading today?” The librarian asks with a smile.

Part 1: The Thing About Keeping Schedules

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Aches and Pains

Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: mention of sleeplessness, fluff, ALL OF THE SMUT.

A/N: Titles are not one of my strengths. Anyway, and this was an Anon request that I got a few days ago. I hope it’s okay… Enjoy?

Anon Request – “hello love! i absolutely adore your writing and i wish i had the kind of motivation you do. but i don’t, so i have a request! do you think you could do one about human!cas being tense and sore and having issues sleeping so the reader (who’s like secretly in love with him) offers to give him a massage and some tips on how to get to sleep better??? maybe throw in some smut (teaching him to jerk it??? idk whatever you like) you don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable. thanks doll

The moans and groans coming from the other side of the wall made your stomach sink. For the last three weeks, you knew Cas had been having trouble sleeping, but tonight was the worst so far. You had just ended a big hunt, Cas’s first as a human. He as having a hard time accepting the fact that he wasn’t some tough, invincible Angel of the Lord anymore. And worse, he needed to sleep, which meant nightmares.

You turned over in bed as you tried to drown out the former angel’s cries. But it was no use, he was miserable, and you needed to help him. You loved him, and you couldn’t leave him like this.

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What They like to call you - Avengers

NOTE: You can call this a starter for my non-ending fic list that I’ll be uploading today.

ps: I know this sounds like a huge lie since I’m the one saying it but I promise I promise I promise I’ll be posting around 3 fics today to kinda make up for the mini hiatus I went on. I was sick forgive me but I’m feeling much better now.  I'm rambling at this point…. btw Gifs arent mine.

                                     These Are Alphabetically Aligned.

Bruce Banner:

Mon amour, my love in French. he loved you so much even words couldn’t express how much he did. he never thought he’d find someone that would be willing to put up with him or his burden that he was cursed with. it felt like a miracle to him.

Bucky Barnes:

bear that was his nickname for you, he loved hugging you he basically felt safe and accepted by you like you could never do him wrong, he found you so cuddly, some times he’d call you baby bear when you were acting cute around him it would make him smile.

Clint Barton:

I think he’ll call you dove just my dove every time because of your white innocent soul you remind him of a white dove. but seriously he is bird man what do you expect.

Doctor Strange:

Dimpleface he thought it was the cutest feature in you, he loved how they complimented your smile. you were always so humble and playful around him you just never stopped smiling.

Loki Laufeyson:

he’d call you darling as the world rolled gracefully off his tongue every time he sees or in need of you. you were so dear to him you were the only one that seemed to care about him after all he has done.

Natasha Romanoff:

She would call you kitten. she wasn’t all cuddly and stuff, but seeing you always reminded her of a cute, adorable kitten that she would always love to snuggle with.

Nick Fury:

he wasn’t very sentimental, but let say he’d call you a few names here and there, but his most favorite to call you would be Sunshine since you’re always so happy you’d brighten up his mood.

Odin (bet you didn’t expect that):

Go away, you dead oaf it’s the wrong place mate!

Peter Maximoff:

Peter always thought you were so cute, so he just stuck to calling you cuteness with his sweet sweet accent.

Peter Parker:

Peter would call you Bubbles because you were always bright and in happy mood around him cheering up his whole day you were so bubbly in his eyes and he adored it.

Sam Wilson:

Boo, he always called you boo you were always sexy in his eyes so he just never stopped using it and just stuck to it.

Scott Lang:

Muffins he loved calling you muffins. you reminded him of a blueberry muffin for some reason so he just kept using it.

Steve Rogers:

Doll you were perfect as a porcelain doll in his eyes, you never made mistakes or had flaws in his eyes you are the literal meaning of a complete human being.

Thor Odinson:

Thor always calls you Queen you were a Queen in his eyes, everything you did every move you took, you were still going to be his Queen.

Tony Stark:

Stark would call you every name he could think of Going on from Babygirl, Doll face, Sweetheart, gorgeous even going crazier with names as Hot Mami, the names never stopped with him and they don’t seem to be going to an end any time soon.

T’challa:

Angel, That’s what he’d call you. you were so pure always making him as if you were his angel that he got sent to him from the sky, he loved you so much he would never risk losing you.

Vision:

Sweetheart, it was classic a name you could never go wrong with he adored you for accepting him. he found you a really sweet and you had such a big pure heart that he loved.

Wanda Maximoff:

Giggles you always giggled, making her giggle too, even though you hate the way you always giggle like a school girl around her but she loved it.