his hands. just look at them

Among the Crowd (Soulmate AU)

Summary: Soulmates’ worlds go from black and white to colors when they are in the same room for the first time. Bucky is a famous actor in the middle of a convention, trying to find his soulmate, you.

Word Count: 2,232

A/N: This is a re-write of a Dean W. fic and I hope you all like it :D 

Originally posted by v-writings


Bucky took a swig of water, tightening the cap on the bottle before setting it to the side. His meet-and-greet was about to start. He could hear the bustling of the crowd right outside the door and took a deep breath. Alongside him was Clint, a co-star.

“You doing okay, buddy?” asked Clint, eyes concerned as he placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

Bucky smiled. “Yeah, I’m alright.”

After a few minutes, Nat Romanoff and Sam Wilson took their seats next to each other and the writer of the show, Bucky’s oldest friend, Steve Rogers, emerged from behind the black curtain that had been put up behind the actors.

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Forbidden Love | Pt. 9

▷ Jimin Angst

❥ “I think about you a little more than I should..”

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

You read the last text message over and over again, each time sobbing harder because of the pain in your chest.

You never thought that leaving him would be so painful and hard for you. Each passing day, you felt weaker and weaker, the longing for his love and touch growing every second.

But you had him now. He needed you, just like you needed him. He changed your whole life, making you realize that you could love someone even more than you’ve ever imagined.

He made you realize that you had to be strong. For him and for yourself..

You snapped out of your thoughts when your felt the bed beside you dip slowly, two arms wrapping around your body and squeezing you tightly as much as he could.

Smiling softly, you hugged him back and closed your eyes, relaxing to the feeling of his soft and warm touch.

He belonged to you and you belonged to him. And you were ready to do everything not to change that.


Jimin sighed as he looked at his phone screen. It was another day and he had send another text message, just like everyday since you left.

At first, the text messages were expressing his anger and disappointment he felt towards you. But as time flew by, his anger turned into pain and the disappointment vanished away as if it had never been there before. He started missing you like crazy and hoped to find you as soon as he could.

But just like everyone, he had times too, where he felt like he was losing his hope, fighting for something no one could guarantee he would achieve someday.

Nonetheless, he believed in his love and promised himself every single day that he would find you.

Standing up from the bench, Jimin tucked his phone into his pocket and started walking with heavy steps towards his apartment.

Suddenly, he felt something bump against his leg and heard a silent whimper.

Turning his head around, Jimin looked down and saw a little boy sitting on the ground. The little boy was observing his knees carefully with his teary eyes, making sure not to touch the wound that was forming on his them.

Jimin crouched in front of him immediately. “Hey, are you okay?”

The little kid looked up at him with his teary eyes without saying anything and in that moment, Jimin felt his heart break into million pieces.

Reaching out for his purse, he took out two bandaids and covered the wounds with them so the little kid couldn’t be able to see them.

Patting his head, Jimin smiled at him. “Next time, be a little bit more careful, okay buddy?”

He watched how the teary eyes of the boy in front of him turned into amazed and happy ones. “Buddy? Can I really be your buddy?”

Jimin smiled widely at the question and nodded immediately. “Of course! But first, we need to find your mommy or daddy so you can go home safely, ok?”

Just before the kid could answer his question, they heard a panicked voice nearing them, making them turn their head towards the voice.

“Jihyun! You promised me you wouldn’t run away like that again! You scared the crap out-”

“Mommy!”

Jimin froze the minute he saw your face and heard the words coming out of the little boy’s mouth.

You, on the other hand, looked at Jimin with widely opened eyes, your heart beating furiously against your rib cage.

Just before you could say anything, Jihyun spoke again.

“Mommy look, this hyung looks just like my daddy you showed me in the picture!”

Thoughts on Nursey’s Parents

So a while ago in the stream chat, the “Nursey has two moms” headcanon came up, and N was like, “That’s wild. I mean, it’s always been that Nursey’s dad is white and his mom is black, but okay.” (That’s paraphrased.) And obviously his parents have never appeared or even really been mentioned in canon, so headcanon away with the 2-4 moms, etc., but I’ve been thinking about how the more canon-based version of his family could give us the character we see enter Samwell as a frog.

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Little Notes

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Masterlist

Request: “A cute little Bucky X Reader idea popped into my head today. How about the reader always writes reminders/her To Do list on her hands, so she always has writing in them. She’s so busy all the time that she often falls asleep wherever she sits down in the tower. When she wakes up she sometimes finds new notes written on her hands written by none other than the Bucky Barnes. Do what you wish with this little idea, I trust your creative genius! Thank you always for writing 💜” - @lovelyladylilac

Word Count: 1972

Warning: little bit of fluff

To @lovelyladylilac, thank you for requesting the cutest ideas, and thank you for checking in on me when I’m absent for too long. Even in my writer’s block and overwhelming life you’re always there to make my day and help me focus on what makes me happy. You mean the world to me! <3

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Opera

Pairing: Lin x Reader

Requested?: Yep! Taylor requested this quite a while ago and I finally finished it! (you dug your own grave, twin)

Prompt: “This is my official request for you to write a fic based on those tags.” aka Lin takes you out to the Opera for date night but, he looks ridiculously good in a tuxedo and it’s all you can think about.

Warnings: public sex, biting, unprotected sex, Lin in a suit

Words: 2.9k+ (literally like 20 words from 3,000; holy shit)

A/N: Welp, my first Lin imagine and it is smut. Oh well! Thank you again to @helplesslylins , @diggs4life and @tempfixeliza for reading this damn thing like 3 times and encouraging me to post! Enjoy it you sinners!

Tags: @linsnavi  @alexanderhamllton @secretschuylersister @fragmentofmymind

Originally posted by yayhamletnonstop


It was one of those rare times when Lin was not running from country to country working on projects. He was there when you woke up in the morning and actually listened when you asked him to stay in bed for a few more minutes. You learned to cherish these times and take advantage of it, so when you suggested a “night on the town” Lin was on a mission to find the best thing out there.

“Do you mean casual dress? Or an all out black tie affair?” Lin asked, looking up from his computer as you entered the bedroom.

“Uh, well, black tie! It’s been awhile since we got all fancy.” You replied after some thought, laying next to him and raising a brow as he quickly minimized his window.

“It’s a surprise.” He stressed, kissing your forehead. “Don’t give me that lip.”

You sighed, getting off the bed and heading to the door.

“Fine, fine! Get to planning, I expect to be dazzled!”

And a week later, Lin told you to clear your schedule for Friday night.

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do not ask me where this came from. it just appeared in my mind fully formed and i wanted to write it and considering i haven’t wanted to write anything properly in months, well… i decided to go with it.

basically, this is how i imagine the post-reveal discussion happening once the dust has settled and the fighting has stopped (aka how i dream it happening because lbr we won’t ever be this lucky!)


He stood in the doorway, watching as Aaron slipped out of his jeans and climbed into bed. They hadn’t spoken in an hour. Robert knew because he’d been glancing at his watch every few minutes, waiting for Aaron to erupt and kick him out. He had been expecting it all day, but even as Aaron raged, hands balled into fists, eyes watery with tears, he hadn’t told Robert to leave.

A miracle.

“Stop hovering and get over here.”

Robert jumped, hitting his shoulder off the door-frame. Aaron glanced up for a moment and then slowly, cautiously, patted the duvet. His feet moved without him, desperate to be closer to his husband even if he was just waiting for the rejection he knew was coming.

He clambered onto his side, limbs awkward and gangling, feeling like a teenager waiting to be scolded. Even in the narrow bed there was still a gap between them. Robert felt sick.

Aaron sighed and then slid further under the covers, lifting his arm and looking to Robert who just stared back.

“I’m not gonna bite. Come on.”

He stayed staring for a moment, too dumbfounded to move, and then felt himself falling into Aaron’s embrace, gravity doing the work. Tentatively, he pressed his lips to Aaron’s bare, tanned chest and then pillowed his head there, listening to the heavy metronome of Aaron’s heart just beneath his ear.

“We’ve gotten through worse,” Aaron said into the darkness, his voice a low rumble and a little faded at the edges, drowsy. Robert rested a hand on his shoulder, squeezed out of reassurance for them both - I’m here, we’re here, together - and tucked his nose into Aaron’s neck.

“You shouldn’t have to put up with this. With me,” he whispered into soft, warm skin, and Aaron’s arm immediately curled tight around Robert’s waist, pulling him in closer.

“Don’t say that.” It was a warning, a hazard light flashing, but Robert pushed on.

“It’s true. You could be happy right now and instead-”

“Who says I’m not happy,” Aaron cut in, pushing himself further up the bed into a half-sitting position, dragging Robert with him. And even in the darkness Robert could see the stubborn set of his shoulders, the sharp line of his jaw jutting out. It was at once endearing and heartbreaking, the sheer strength of will Aaron seemed to possess, his utter refusal to give in even when… even when it would have been better for him.

“Aaron,” Robert began, elbow digging into the mattress so he could keep his balance, “don’t play it down. Don’t make out like your okay with this.” It was one thing to see Aaron resilient, but it was another to have him forcing a smile. Robert couldn’t cope with anymore lies, and especially none that were designed to spare him pain or guilt.

He wanted to feel it. He needed to. It was currently the only thing keeping him anchored.

“I’m not okay,” Aaron answered, and even though Robert knew it already, the raw honesty of the words lanced through him, sharp and merciless.

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anonymous asked:

Ok but you guys comparing how big your hands are on your first date and then he ends up holding your hand and kissing it to test the waters before kiss you

“So small!” 

He sounds positively appalled but he’s smiling delightedly as he looks at where your hand is with his stretched wide in comparison.

“It’s not that small!” 

You laugh softly and stretch your fingers out as wide as they’ll go, but their spread is still dwarfed by his. Any size hand would look small next to his, though, you think. He’d effortlessly juggled his wallet, car keys, and two bottles of water before (one for him and one for you, “F’you want it…”), and that’s no small feat. 

“Very small,” he shakes his head, but he’s speaking quietly and warmly. “C’mere, lookit.” 

Your stomach flips a bit when he grabs your hands gently and picks them up. His thumbs run along the backs of your knuckles before he turns them over in the same fashion and spreads his palm out against yours. The length of your fingers are no match for his, and you lean against his hands momentarily. “See?” he asks, still smiling slightly. “Tiny little things they are.”

You pout a bit but the corner of your mouth is still lifted in the faintest of smirks. Neither one of you makes a move to break the contact, and you absorb the warm feeling of his skin against yours. His hands are strong, and the very pads of his fingers, which you’ve crept up to touch, are slightly calloused from the guitar, but not in a way that feels unpleasant. Suddenly, his fingers slip between yours and he closes them gently around your hands and he’s got a warm look in his eyes as if to ask is this ok?

He must find all the confirmation he needs somewhere, because he pulses his grip a bit before lifting your locked hands and passing the softest of kisses over your knuckles. He does it on one hand and then the other and you’ve got that fluttery feeling in your stomach that’s all excitement and a little bit of nerves, and he bites his lip just a little bit before he tilts his head and ducks in quickly to share that first kiss. The pressure is soft at first, but when he readjusts a bit he pushes more firmly. You sigh gently, that fluttery feeling increased tenfold, and you unwind your fingers from his only to wrap them around his neck, and those big ol’ hands of his press against your back to draw you in and keep you close.

Cast by the Light 1/? -A Shadow!Killian fic

Notes: Thank you to Liz (  @caprelloidea​ )  for the amazing beta, you keep me right. I’m very excited about this little story. A gift I started a long time ago for a lovely lady @acrobat-elle​ whom I adore. I’m happy I’m actually able to finally give it to you. 

Summary: After Killian sacrifices himself to obtain the Black Fairy’s wand and stop Pan’s oncoming curse it is up to Emma to reunite the pirate with his shadow.  A Shadow!Killian fic.

Rating: Mature in later chapters.

Word Count: 7k

ON AO3

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“I’ll draw it.”

The words had left his mouth without a thought, and he ignored the looks of surprise all around, focused instead on the specter above. Hook hoped they wouldn’t argue the point. Though, he didn’t harbor any delusions the gathered group cared enough about his well being to even attempt such a thing. They knew they needed that blasted wand, and fast. They also knew they were running out of time.

The demon shadow gave a shriek, a threat, a promise, a laughing challenge all rolled up into a terrible cry that skittered down his spine. There was a curse hanging over their heads and only one weapon that could stop it and it was that thought that emboldened him. It wasn’t even a choice really, there was no one else. The Prince had his family, Bae was reconnecting with his boy, perhaps more if Emma wished it, and Tink the promise of regaining her wings, of finally making a life for herself. What did he have, really? A pirate ship in a small town of a realm he didn’t know, and several barrels of rum. No purpose, no course set. He had always been quite adept at diversions at least.

Hook sucked in a fortifying breath, and stepped forward.

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Invisible, Chapter Eight

Summary: Cursed as a child, you have lived your entire life invisible and alone. When deaths start happening in your town, the Winchesters come rolling in to investigate. What will happen when Dean is the first one who has been able to see you since you were a kid? Will Sam believe that you’re real? Will Dean believe you when you tell him you haven’t killed anyone? And why, after all of this time, is Dean Winchester the only one who can see you?

Invisible Masterlist - Previous Chapter

word count: ~1650

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helena1205  asked:

Okay, so I see that we get a lot of Daddy Keith appreciation from the Voltron family (which I love)...but can we also get a Daddy Shiro appreciation day or something? I feel like he deserve one. Where Keith and the kids go all out for him and for once let him take as many pictures he want without them complaining. Thank you for doing this whole Voltron family au, I love reading them almost every day.

[The Voltron Family] Shiro was in the kitchen making his tea when Keith came down to wrap his arms around Shiro’s tummy, kissing the back of his neck and then his cheek.

Shiro: *turns to keith to give him a proper kiss* Good morning. *smiles*
Keith: Hmmmm. Good morning indeed. 
Shiro: *hands Keith a cup* Tea.
Keith: You’re too good to me. Thank you. *takes his cup* *pulls Shiro towards him* *kisses* However, I’d like you, Mr. Nice Guy, to just sit down. *pushes Shiro to the stool by the breakfast table* 
Shiro: *takes a seat* *grins* And what will you do, Mr. Bad Guy?
Keith: *snorts at the nickname* I’ll make you breakfast because it’s Daddy Shiro Appreciation Day. 
Shiro: *blinks in confusion* What?

As if on cue, Hunk, Lance and Pidge entered the kitchen wearing their pyjamas. One by one they passed by Keith who gave them their little aprons to wear that had “Shiro’s Angels” in front and Shiro couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at how adorable it was. Then he noticed that Keith wore the same apron and honestly, Shiro was just endeared. They were his angels. 

Pidge: Daddy Shiro, what would you like to eat for breakfast?
Shiro: Just anything, sweetheart. I could just eat you! So cute! *squishes Pidge’s cheeks*
Pidge: That’s cannibalism, Daddy Shiro. *pouts*

Shiro watched them cook their big breakfast and he offered to help but Lance kept pushing him back to his seat so he could “leave it to the chefs.” It was such a good breakfast that Shiro felt like his family wanted him to burst.

Shiro: So what’s this Daddy Shiro Appreciation Day? How come I wasn’t informed of this date?
Hunk: Because it’s supposed to be a surprise!  
Shiro: You got me there, poppet. *finger guns at Hunk*
Lance: *drinks his milk* It’s Make Daddy Shiro’s Wish Come True Day at first but Daddy Keith said it was too long.
Keith: *drinks tea* Because it is. Same banana though. 
Shiro: Is it really? I can ask for anything? 
Lance: Yeah! *frowns* Well, maybe not all. I don’t have money to buy you the moon or the stars, Daddy Shiro. And I know you love stars. I only have *counts with his fingers* *looks at Keith for help*
Keith: 50 cents.
Lance: *looks back to Shiro* 50 cents! I don’t think stars cost 50 cents. 
Hunk: They probably cost like two dollars. *nods* That’s… a lot of money.
Pidge: Stars don’t cost two dollars, Hunk. *rolls eyes* I heard from Gretchen they were five dollars—each
Hunk: *gasps* *covers mouth with his hand* That’s so much money.
Lance: *frowns even more* I don’t have enough money then.
Shiro: *chuckles fondly at his kids* It’s alright. I don’t want the stars. I do have a request though. Can I make a request?
Three kids: YES. Anything! *nods*

That was how Keith and the kids found themselves wearing blue and white sailor outfits outside by the pool. Shiro was wearing a white captain uniform and he was beaming, a camera around his neck.

Keith: This wasn’t what I expected. *adjusts his outfit*
Shiro: Awww, you guys said I could request anything! 
Keith: And you had these outfits ready for some reason? *raises eyebrow*
Shiro: I just knew this day would come. *wipes fake tears dramatically*
Keith: *smiles while shaking his head* *bents down to fix Pidge’s hair* Don’t move too much, baby girl. 
Shiro: *bents down to fix Lance’s outfit* You look so dashing, buddy.
Lance: *beams* Heard that Hunk! I’m dashing!
Hunk: *chuckles* *squeezes Lance’s hand* Of course you are.
Shiro: Alright, places, family. Places. 

For once, they didn’t stop Shiro from taking way too much photos than necessary. They had solos, pairs, trios, etc—all combos! And of course there were photos with the Captain Shiro wooing his Admiral Keith and the kids wouldn’t stop giggling. 

When they got back inside to eat snacks, Shiro was looking at the photos he had taken and he couldn’t stop grinning. 

Keith: You okay? *places hand on Shiro’s shoulder*
Shiro: *looks up* Yeah. *takes Keith’s hand and kisses it* Thank you for this.
Keith: *smiles* It was the kids’ idea. Well, mine initially but don’t tell them I told you that. They like taking all the credit. Selfish kids. *rolls eyes in amusement*
Shiro: You four are so wonderful. *chuckles* *looks at his camera* I think I just found us another family portrait. 

Next week when Keith came home, by the living room was the new family portrait hanged along with the rest. It was the photo that had Lance sticking his tongue out at Keith who also did the same, arms crossed. Hunk was their mediator, both hands in front looking panicked. Pidge was being carried by Shiro who was pointing at Keith, Lance and Hunk while laughing so hard. And Shiro… Shiro with his eyes closed, one hand on his forehead looking so done. 

It was taken when the timer was too early. 

Keith was so in love with the photo. It described their family perfectly.

The Night Ahead (Part 2)

summary: bucky came out of cryostasis after just a few months. with the help of steve, he’s trying to piece the fractions of his mind back together. while flipping through old HYDRA files, he remembers something from his days as the winter soldier: you.

pairing: bucky x reader (sort of?? it’s complicated)

series contains: angsty angst, sadness, bucky reliving memories as the Winter Soldier, violence, people die a lot, bucky trying to cope, really awful translations of German, Russian, and Romanian (thanks to google translate i apologize in advance)

a/n: thank you for all the nice comments and love for this fic! i appreciate it and love you all for it. hopefully this part is just as enjoyable as the first, and it’s now from the reader’s perspective. also, i had issues with the tags last time. almost half of the people didn’t end up getting tagged? so hopefully tumblr isn’t an asshole this time. MASTER LIST | PART ONE

Originally posted by multi-fandom-imagines13

The Belmont Inn sat in solidarity upon one of the many hills located in rural Montana. Looking upon the Inn from the town nestled in the valley below, there’s a single winding road that reached the Inn’s entrance. The Inn itself had been around since the early 1900s but received a facelift a couple of years ago. It was one of those buildings that were created with the intent to merge with the surrounding environment rather than stand out. Made from spruce wood, both the inside as well as the outside reminded people of the old country. It was impressive, but an overall simple architectural feat. It was one of my favorite places.

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Without a doubt ♡ Ethan

Request: ‘’can you do one where ethan is dating a girl who’s not a size two she’s a little bigger and when they are out fans stop them and one girl calls her fat and saying she probably can’t even wear his clothes like a normal gf cause they don’t fit so she goes back to the apt and cries and he is panicked cause he can’t find her and he rushes home and asked what happened and cuddles her tells her that’s she’s perfect he doesn’t want a size 2 girl her loves her and falls asleep in his shirt happy‘’

Response: Thanks for requesting :) I am finally done with school so I’m going to start posting more regularly now! I hope you like it xx (I suck at titles but oh well haha)

Warning: I don’t speak English so if there are any vocabulary/grammar mistakes, please ignore them. I try my best :)

Tonight had just been perfect. The stars were out and shining, the city was bustling and your stomach was full of delicious food you just ate at your favourite restaurant. You brush your head against Ethans large arm why he strokes his thumb over your entwined fingers. With closed eyes you inhale the cold but fresh air while Ethan and you walk down the street, on the way back to his apartment. It felt like the world was at peace and there were no problems. Of course there were, but you liked the illusion.

‘Are you tired?’ Ethan asks softly. The sound of his voice vibrates through his arm to your ear that was pressed to his arm. ‘A little,’ you respond, letting out a deep yawn. Ethan chuckles and tightens his grip around your waist. ‘Just hold on, baby. We’ll be home in a few minutes.’

Unfortunately that’s not going to happen, you think as you see a group of girls walking down the other side of the street. Most of them were busy on their phone, but a few weren’t and recognise Ethan. Their eyes grow big and they stand still so abruptly that the girls behind them bump into them. ‘Ethan? Ethan Dolan?!’ They don’t even look if a car could ride them over when they run towards you and your boyfriend. A few seconds later you are surrounded by a whole group of giggling excited girls.

‘Ethan, Ethan! Can you make a selfie with me?’ several girls ask him, but before Ethan answers he focuses his eyes on you. ‘Is it okay?’ ‘Sure, E! Don’t worry ‘bout me,’ you say. He smiles at you lovingly before he pays attention to his fans. You let go of his warm hand and take a few steps back so could give him and the fans some space.

You absolutely loved seeing E interacting with his fans. He took the time for every single one of them and tried to answer all of their questions, always staying kind and polite. You didn’t even felt uncomfortable when he kissed a fan on the cheek, because you knew it was only because they asked and there was no meaning behind it. And you could know, because damn, he kissed you in a whole different way. Your cheeks heat up at the thought of his soft kisses and the touch of his hands. The entire time Ethan was taking pictures with the girls his eyes would flicker from them back to you, making sure everything was okay.

Suddenly you notice a few girls who already got a picture standing a meter away from the whole group. They were whispering while looking at you from head to toe, which gave you an unpleasant feeling. Were they judging you? One of them, a beautiful tall, blond girl, walks up to you. She doesn’t even say hi. ‘You are Ethans girlfriend, aren’t you?’ The way she said it made you feel even smaller than you already were next to her. You frown your eyebrows, surprised that she talked like she was so much better than you.

‘Yes, I am.’ The girl clicks her tongue disapprovingly. ‘Oh,’ was all she said. You knew you shouldn’t care, but you did anyway. ‘Why?’ The girl let out a small, humorous laugh. ‘Have you even looked at yourself? It surprises me that Ethan still wants to walk next you. I bet you don’t even fit into his clothes.’ It felt like someone just smacked you in the face. ‘What do you mean by that?’ The girl rolls her eyes. ‘Are you dumb or something? You look like a pig. Ethan deserves a girl who is just as pretty as him, and you definitely aren’t.’

Wow, that hurt. Really bad. You don’t know what to say, so just stare at her. How in the world could someone say that? Doesn’t she have feelings? Just until now you realise you were crying; your sight was getting blurry. You look at Ethan who was laughing at something a fan said to him. You angrily wipe the tears from your cheeks and start walking back to the apartment. You just couldn’t stay here anymore.

You were running up the stairs, going to Ethans bedroom. You crawl onto the bed and burry yourself under the covers, trying to hide yourself from the negative thoughts that were now filling your head. Most of the time you were pretty confident, but when someone said something like that to you your self-esteem was hard to find. You knew you weren’t the skinniest girl, but you had never considered yourself as fat.

Yes, you weren’t a size two and you were little curvy, but Ethan always pointed out he liked that about you, just as everything else about your appearance. Now you start thinking that he only said that because he wanted to make you feel good. And perhaps the girl was right; maybe you should tried to lose weight.

When Ethan realised you were gone, he apologized to the fans and quickly went home. He didn’t even want to think about what could have happened to you or what he would do if you weren’t at his apartment. When he reaches his apartment he’s totally out of breath, but still runs up the stairs with to steps at a time.

‘Y/N?!’ Ethan yells. ‘Shit, Y/N!’ he says when he sees you on the bed, wrapped in his sheets. ‘Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving? I was scared that something had happened to you!,’ he says loudly, sounding a little angry. When you don’t answer because of your uncontrollable crying, he lowers his voice. ‘Babe, what’s wrong? What happened?’

‘Nothing, please leave me alone,’ you say with a muffled voice. Ethan walks up to the bed, sitting down at the side. ‘I’m not leaving until you say what happened. Please,’ he adds when you don’t move or answer. He sounds miserable, like it was his fault you were crying in his bed. With a sigh you pull the sheets back and look at him. His face is worried and his mouth is a thin line, but of course he still looked amazing.

‘Do you think I’m fat?’ you quietly ask. Ethan blinks his eyes a few times as if he didn’t heard what you said. ‘What?’ ‘You heard me.’ Ethan shoots closer to you. ‘Of course I don’t think you’re fat! Who even made you think that?’ Your lips tremble, trying to hold back the tears. ‘T-This girl said… That I’m…’ You start crying again, hiding your face behind your hands.

‘Hey, hey… Come here,’ Ethan says softly while he puts his arms around you, pressing you gently against his chest. He smelled heavenly. He smelled like home. ‘Sshh… It’s okay,’ he calms you down. When you slowly stop crying, he pulls back and rests his large hands on your thighs. ‘Y/N, you should never let people get to you… I know it’s hard, but they are just jealous. Believe me. You are stunning and I love your curves! No one can tell me otherwise.’

You look at him. ‘Even my thighs? And my belly?’ you ask, looking up to him. ‘Yes,’ Ethan answers immediately. ‘Even when my hair is a mess and I look like a panda?’ you ask. ‘Without a doubt,’ he chuckles and leans in to put a sweet kiss on your nose. You put your hands on his cheeks and kiss his warm lips.

Ethan could taste the salt of your tears. He kisses them away while stroking your thighs. He knew you weren’t in the mood now, so after a minute he slowly pulls back, looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing his eyes had ever seen. ‘Do you want to stay tonight?’ he whispers, stroking your cheek. ‘I would love to, but I don’t have any clean clothes with me…’ you answer.

Ethan stands up, walks to his drawers and comes back with a clean t-shirt. You raise your arms and pull your sweater over your head. You notice Ethan staring at your chest when you unclasp your bra.

Ethans fingertips stroking your arms while he helps you putting on his shirt made you get goosebumps on your whole body. You both take off your pants and get comfortable in bed, laying down in a spooning position. ‘I love you, E,’ you whisper. ‘I love you so much more. Good night, Y/N,’ Ethan says and places a sweet kiss on your cheek.

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Cold

Summary: The Gallaghers and Mickey go outside on a snowy, winter day. Being that Mickey forgot a coat, he shares with Ian and ends up falling asleep.

Word Count: 1426

Notes: This was another request from my messages. I thought it was so cute :)


The Gallaghers and Mickey, of course, had all been comfortably lounging inside with a movie in. It was the middle of winter, and the first snowfall had just come around. They were all dozing off over the course of the movie.

Mickey was wearing a long sleeve shirt, unlike his boyfriend, so he felt warm enough. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of Ian with such a big blanket around him. Mickey used the blanket as a pillow, and tried to sleep so he could dream about the summertime. Ian hated the coldness of the winter, and so did Mickey, but not everyone in the room thought that way.

Liam loved the winter. He always wanted to be bundled up with a warm cup of hot cocoa in his hands. “I think the snow stopped,” the little boy said causing Mickey and Fiona to jump up from their near slumber. “Can we go outside?” He asked.

“I ain’t fuckin’ going outside,” Mickey said without missing a beat.

Fiona rolled her eyes. “Sure, bean,” she said to her youngest brother. “I’ll take you outside.” She stood, but Liam crossed his arms.

At the age of seven, it wasn’t a surprise that Liam was going through a stage with such a terrible attitude, by it was getting somewhat comical. Liam was always a good kid, so seeing him lash out and be rude was undeniably funny even though it should be. “I want everyone to come with me. Mickey, you have to come too,” he insisted sternly, causing Mickey to roll his eyes. “Ian, make Mickey come outside.”

Ian laughed at Liam’s consistency. “Mick?”

“Fuckin’ fine,” the Milkovich boy said and stood up.

Lip, Carl, and Debbie couldn’t help but grin at the way Mickey did anything that Ian asked of him. It was kind of cute. Those three led the way outside, with everyone on their heels. Everyone besides Ian and Mickey had thick sweatshirts on or a blanket around them, so they didn’t bother grabbing a jacket. Ian, on the other hand, got the biggest winter coat that was in the house from the closet before joining his family outside.

When everyone caught sight of Ian’s choice of clothing, they started to cackle. “You look like a fuckin’ eskimo,” Lip let out with a snort, and everyone agreed.

“Shut the fuck up,” Ian said and took a seat on the patio next to Mickey.

“It’s too cold out here,” Debbie stood. Before Liam could protest, she spoke again. “Does anyone want me to get them a coffee?” Only Fiona, Lip, and Ian say yes to that question. She goes inside and get a few mugs and makes the coffee.

While everyone is waiting, Liam runs inside and gets a pair of gloves. He also puts on snow boots and a winter coat. When he comes back out, Debbie’s right behind him. As Liam plays in the snow, they all sit in a slight silence, just watching.

Of course, Mickey didn’t bring his coat out. He didn’t know why the thought didn’t cross his mind that he would need one, but he definitely felt like an idiot. He was also too tired to get up and get one, and too stubborn to admit he was cold.

Everyone else seemed to be exhausted as well. Carl was leaning against the side of the house with his feet out in front of him. Every so often the kid’s eyes would close. He was awaken though when Liam hit him with a snowball. “What the fuck, Liam?” He groaned and wiped the snow off of him. Fiona scolded him as well.

For a while, they were relatively quiet. They were trying to relax in the coldness of the winter day. Suddenly, Debbie started to shiver, and that’s when Mickey decided to give up his stubborn front. “It’s too fuckin’ cold,” he grumbled.

Ian smirked as an idea popped into his head. He opened up his big jacket. “Wanna come here then?” He motioned for his boyfriend to come inside of his coat.

“Fuck yes,” he said. At the moment, Mickey didn’t even care that there was the whole entire Gallagher family surrounding them— they’ve been together long enough for this type of interaction not to be weird. He sat between Ian’s legs and leaned sideways onto him so his head was resting on the redhead’s chest. He let out a quiet hum as Ian wrapped the coat around the both of them.

Fiona looked from Ian and Mickey to Lip. They were both smirking at the sight. Despite the fact that it should not be weird, they couldn’t help but be surprised seeing Mickey seem so small and innocent. In Fiona’s mind though, it was adorable, and from the look on Debbie’s face, she thought so too.

Ian wasn’t taking notice to his siblings expressions; he was completely focused on Mickey. He was soothingly running his hand up and down Mickey’s back. The steadying breath that he felt on his chest let Ian know that Mickey was falling asleep, which made him grin.

Mickey didn’t realized the wave of sleepiness rush over him in a harder fashion. He just felt so peacefully being wrapped up in his boyfriend’s arm with the fresh breeze whirling across them. The silence of the Gallaghers was something that never happened, so Mickey utilized it. He shut his eyes and without meaning to, he fell asleep.

Kissing him head, Ian looked up from Mickey. His family was staring at them with, what looked like, a soft expression. “He fall asleep?” Carl whispered, and Ian nodded with his lips curving into a bigger grin.

“That’s so cute,” Debbie said with a scrunched nose.

They sat their for a while like that. Mickey was completely out, and Ian was holding him fairly tightly to make sure he stayed warm. The rest of the Gallaghers were going from watching Liam to the bundled up couple that was leaning against the house. It was undeniable that the sight of Ian and Mickey brought a pang of warmth to their chests. It looked so perfect and blissful, and they did not want to disturb it.

Suddenly though, Liam came running up the steps. “Shhh,” everyone hushed him as he stomped to them. They knew he was ready to start yelling or something.

Liam caught eye of the rested Milkovich and closed his mouth. “I’m got snow in my pants,” he whispered.

Everyone let out a little laugh. Ian titled his head towards the door, telling his siblings to go inside. He needed to wake Mickey up, he just didn’t want to do it in front of everyone because he would probably react crazily.

“C’mon, little man,” Lip said and led him to the door. Fiona, Debbie, and Carl were right behind them. They gave one last look to Ian and Mickey and smiled before walking into the house. They were totally going to watch through the window, but Ian didn’t need to know that.

Ian waited until the door was closed to tilt Mickey’s head up. He planted a wet and sloppy kiss on his cheek. “Mick,” he said in a dragged out way into his boyfriend’s ear.

As expected, Mickey’s eyes started to flutter open. He already looked confused as he realized no one was outside with them. “Did I fall asleep?”

Ian nodded. “Yeah, it’s cold out here,” he said with a slight chuckle. “Let’s go inside. We can go to bed,” he suggested.

Before responding, Mickey nuzzled his head back into Ian’s neck. He let out a tired yet joyful sound. “Okay,” he eventually said and unlatched himself.

As Mickey separated from him, Ian chuckled. There were imprinted marks on Mickey’s face from where he slept. “You look pretty, ‘specially when you wake up,” Ian said.

“Shut the fuck up,” Mickey playfully swatted at him. As the redhead laughed though, Mickey grabbed his big coat and pulled him in for a kiss. “I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” Ian smiled widely. “Now let’s get in the fucking house,” he looked around. “I think it’s gonna fucking snow again.”

Mickey nodded and followed Ian into the house. When they were fully inside, the Gallaghers were leaning onto the table, in the direction of the window. As their eyes caught the couple, they showed their looks of awe. “So fuckin’ cute!” Debbie exclaimed, making the other Gallaghers, including Ian, start to laugh.

“Oh, fuck,” Mickey rolled his eyes and chucked the finger. Fucking Gallaghers.

get-your-vag-together  asked:

Hey doll, if you're taking request, I would totally love to see Devil!Sam being angsty and smart ass Angel!Dean cheering him up with kisses and terrible puns.

“Hey angelcakes-”

Sam’s face, which was already a thundercloud, transferred to typhoon level distress and Dean backpedaled fast and hard.

“I-I mean devilcakes, did it, uh, hurt when you fell from heaven?”

Pause.

Dean coughed.

Then, in a dry, sullen tone, “Yes.”  Sam replied, and Dean really wasn’t doing the best job at cheering up his brother.

“Ha, ha, I, uh, figured.”  Dean said, eloquent, and Sam side glanced him with heart clenching sad black eyes.  Ah.  So it was one of those days.

Some days, Sam took the whole angel-turned-devil thing pretty well, but others, when Sam was feeling particularly self destructive, he couldn’t quite hide the blackness that swallowed his once hazel hues.  Dean found them pretty, like an onyx softly highlighted by the already alluring figure that was Sam.  

He never mentioned this to Sam, because he knew the black eyes were a stark reminder of Sam’s failings and so Dean sat himself quietly by his brother, leaning against his shoulder and draping his wings around Sam’s back and own leathery wings.

He figured today he should.

He clasped one hand over Sam’s, leaning close into his space and trying to catch the demon’s eyes.

Sam looked away, face tinged just the softest pink and Dean lifted his hand from Sam’s to gently touch Sam’s face, directing him to look over at Dean and Dean offered a rare, gentle smile.

“They’re really pretty, you know.”  Dean said, tilting his head to keep his eyes locked with mesmerizing obsidian and Sam’s face looked crumpled, disbelief written all over his features and Dean leaned in to press a soft kiss over each eye, the demon, although larger in stature, shrinking in on himself under each soft gesture.

“They’re, no, they,” Sam stumbled over his words, blush in full bloom and voice catching on emotions that Dean figured he’d rather never discuss.

“I never told you this before, but, yeah, they are.”  Dean reaffirmed, “they sparkle and they’re really cool, and yeah - they might be more proof of what you are, but who says that’s a bad thing?  And ‘sides,” he paused then, when Sam looked to be listening to him over the insecurities screaming loud in his ears, Dean’s face took on a cheeky grin.  

“They’re also really hot.  Like - I think I might have a thing for demons.  Mostly you.  Actually, fuck it, just you -  you’re hot like this.  You’re always hot, now you’re just super hot - got the tall, dark, and handsome vibes going on big time.”  With each word to tumble silly and fast out of Sam’s mouth Sam’s blush deepened, the demon’s wings springing open under Dean’s own, feathered ones, and the thin, viper like tail going rigid across both their laps.

“Oh.”  Sam said, black eyes wide and Dean chuckled.

“Yeah, really not fair, too,” Dean gestured to himself then, “I get the ‘nice guy who’ll give the neighbors sugar’ vibe, the one where everyone’s like ‘aw, what a sweet guy’,” Dean fluttered his lashes at the mimed words, tone pitching high in mockery and Sam unwillingly chuckled.  “Hell, others can even refer to me as cute or sweet.”

Dean turned to Sam fully then, gesturing to the broad expanse of shoulders, the horns-tail-devil combo he had going on to add to his already powerful figure, and stuck his tongue out in distaste, “Then you come along and the panties drop and the guys swoon and you’re mister ‘mysterious’.  Lucky bastard, I’d say.”

“You think I’m a lucky bastard?”  Sam said, one eyebrow finally quirking up in humour and Dean draped himself across his lap, stomach first because wing’s got in the way of laying on your back a lot.

“Hm… I would say that, but then again you’re kinda stuck with me, and that’s not so lucky.” 

“How so?”

“Because I kill your cool demon vibe, or, you know what?”

“What?”  Sam asked, now fully playing along and petting through the warm feathers of Dean’s wings.  Dean held back the pleased purr that almost pulled from him.

“We’re like good cop bad cop, ‘cept you’re actually the good cop because you’re so fucking nice but they won’t know that because they’ll be distracted by our combined awesomeness.”

“Dean,” Sam interjected softly into his small rant.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”  Sam said, quiet, and Dean tripped up at that and blushed a little himself.

“Oh, yeah, uhm, any time.”

-

deans skills at cheering others up might need to revisited but it works well enough for sam yea

anonymous asked:

istg.. this run ep was near rookie king levels of physical affection i really don't know what to do with myself!!!! yg was all over jimin from the start and dear god, it looks so natural and comfortable between them??? even when yg was straight up running his hands up and down jm's back, it's all just so!!! and yg got so flustered a couple of times, like his little smile when they're all ~as expected, like he's trying to say 'yeah yeah i know i'm whipped you guys can stop it now' im just!!!

The way yoongi touches jimin has got me so fucked up?? he just casually feels him all over n massages his shoulders n rubs his arms n back n it’s so affectionate yet subtle. And thAts whEn they’re filming. I’m so shooketh I need to write a fic abt y cooking for j bYe 

yoongi (among millions of other things when it comes to jimin) seems to particularly enjoy standing right behind jimin and not at a distance but almost with his cr*tch glued to jimin’s perky behind 👀

yoongi’s arm was behind jimin so much and ever since the mirror incident i dont trust him anymore i need all angles 👀

i just….love that y feels the constant need to touch jm whenever they’re next to each other,,,,its so soft

he’s been doing so much lately !! even at the bbmas he spent a lot of time hovering around and behind him,,,, and if he can unthinkingly do this on camera, just. imagine what he’s like in private. now we know why having them in a team together like this only happens once in a blue moon

anonymous asked:

Reaper with a female S/O who is like him, minus the serious attitude. They balance each other like the perfect Yin and Yang. So, like, after a mission that went south, she takes it upon herself to help him out while he's raging? Maybe singing, cuddling up close, chasing after him via wraith mode.

You trailed after the raging wraith, giving waves to others as you passed them by. He looked over his shoulder before shadow stepping away, you following after him.

The two of you stared at each other on top of the building, Reaper just radiating anger and you sat down on the grimy roof, patting the floor next to you.

He stood there for a moment before sitting down, his body tensed as you leant next to it. Your hand tentatively slid into his and he squeezed it. He murmured his thanks as the two of you sat in silence, Reaper slowly calming down.

fic: a word too often used but not believed (betty/jughead, riverdale)

“I’ve been thinking,” Betty says.

Jughead looks down at her, his mouth curving up into a half smile, and swings their hands a little where they’re clasped between them. There’s near silence in the trees around them, except for the occasional crack of a twig beneath their feet. The lake is one of the few places they can go to be really alone, now that Jughead is living with a foster family, and Betty’s mother is buzzing around the Cooper home as Polly spends her last few weeks of pregnancy on bed rest.

“Oh?”

“I think I should go on birth control,” she says matter-of-factly.

Read it on AO3.

anonymous asked:

What if it was your first time being with harry and you didn't realise just how big he was. He finally removes his pants and when he lowers them down you let out a bit of a gasp and he looks back at you, trying to fight off the cocky smirk on his lips 'what? Whats wrong?' And you're just staring at his cock, standing proudly, long and thick and you genuinely are worried 'will it even...?' you trail off as he grasps his shaft in his hand and slowly strokes it 'don't worry love we'll make it fit'

“M'gonna go slow, don’t worry. Promise I’ll stop if it doesn’t fit, yeah? Not gonna hurt you.”

Fuck

anonymous asked:

Imagine that Kraglin has just started a relationship and he thinks he has the basics down, kissing, holding hands, the works... And them while the crew is going over plans around a table he feels the reader's hand on his thigh, and he should be focusing but how can he when they're tracing the seams until he can't see straight

What he looks like to the others around when he feels your hand :

What’s really going in his mind while it happens :