i just want to start a flame in your heart

Maroon (M)

→ Baekhyun Smut Drabble

Word count: 776


“Y/N?” 

You turned hurriedly at the smooth sound of a familiar voice, a quick pain appears in the muscles of your neck at the sudden movement but you payed no mind to it. Not when you noticed who exactly spoke your name; Baekhyun. 

“Oh my god- Baekhyun, it’s really you.” You smiled widely at your old friend, receiving an equally wide smile in return before you’re buried in the embrace of the holder of those pearly white teeth. 

It had been so long, so long since you’d seen Baekhyun. Three or so years, and recalling it, the only message left for you: a note after your last time together, was an outstanding, bitter memory;

“Be back soon, hopefully. Will miss you.”

In the beginning, his absence was mostly hard for your shallow pleasure and burning desire, but as two years without him went by, something else started - something more genuine triggered a tightness in your chest at the sheer thought of him. Your sweet, oblivious, fuckbuddy. But now, having him before you again, so suddenly - your heart didn’t race as you had imagined it do. 

He hummed as you let your own arms wiggle around his waist, your hands falling down against his lower back. 

“I missed you Y/N.” He started, loosening his hold around you slowly before departing completely. “No one was as good as you were.” 

You scoffed, startled, punching him lightly in the shoulder while your cheeks flushed at his sexual innuendo. “Stop, Baekhyun, you’re just here to get laid again?” You chuckled and Baekhyun shrugged, smirking. 

“Depends.. You want to reignite the flame?” Your cheeks lost their warmth and color as a feeling of neutrality, perhaps light excitement, filled your body. You smirked lightly, shrugging your shoulders with an easy said “Sure.”

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Stormy Weather (M) – Jungkook

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Summary: You take up on Jungkook’s offer to meet him at the bonfire, but an incoming storm causes you to change your plans. A continuation of Shades, but can stand on it’s own

Word Count: 5.3k

Warning: Smut, oh lordie

A/N: This kinda got… out of hand… yeah.

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I don’t want to set the world on fiiire…
I just want to start, a flame in your heart
—  Empress Emily (singing to herself and looting an apartment while making clinking noises from the fifteen bottles of highly flammable Orbon Rum stuffed in her jacket pockets to deal with bloodfly nests)

anonymous asked:

Sole wakes up from a terrifying dream in the middle of the night. They absolutely cannot fall back asleep so they snuggle up to the companion and ask them to sing or hum them a lullaby :) Romanced companions (as well as Maxson's please??) reactions?

Cait: She is kind of confused at first, Sole knew she couldn’t sing - Why do they want to try and get to sleep now to the sound of her god awful voice? Cait sighs but brings a hand up to their head, stroking their hair slowly and beginning to sing. “One more tomorrow…” she starts, quiet and a little out of tune. Sole closes their eyes and buries their face into her chest. “Filled with love the whole day through…” Cait continues. She couldn’t believe she was kind of singing, it seemed to help Sole so she didn’t care if it was a little out of tune. “And then tomorrow I’d beg… For one more tomorrow with you…”

Curie: “Do even adults use a lullaby to get to sleep? Interesting.” she says, fascinated by the fact that humans could get to sleep thanks to some song or small tune. Sole chuckles and asks again for Curie to sing something for them. “I’m not sure that I can sing that well… I am sorry…” she says, feeling kind of upset she may not be able to help them. However, she does begin to hum a small tune, with her arms around Sole, which soon (and rather surprisingly) sends them to sleep.

Paladin Danse: Danse groans and rolls his eyes. Was this another ploy to get him to sing? He asks Sole and they really do sound serious this time. Yeah, they did just wake up from a nightmare but you could never really tell with them. Danse, sorry that he thought they were joking, starts to softly sing the only song he could vaguely remember from the radio. “I don’t want to set the world on fire, I just want to start, a flame in your heart…” His voice was slightly deep and calming, Sole smiling and closing their eyes, resting against his chest. “In my heart I have but one desire, and that one is you, no other will do…”

Deacon: “A song?” he asks, sitting up in bed slightly and chuckling. “You asked for it…”
Sole sits up with Deacon and holds him tight, their hand on his chest. “Wish on the moon, and look for the gold in the rainbow, and you’ll find happy times..” Deacon begins, smirking the entire time and taking it half seriously. Sole laughs and covers their ears, “Stop! It’s making my ears bleed…” they joke. Deacon rests his head against Sole’s and stares on ahead at the wall. 
“I told you…”

Hancock: Hancock chuckles and rests his chin on Sole’s head. “You are funny, ain’t ya sunshine?” he coos, hugging them. He doesn’t give them a song, not just right now and instead starts to hum a small tune. Sole can feel the small vibrations of his deep voice as he sings something they don’t recognize. Him and Sole laugh a couple of times, realizing that this whole lullaby wasn’t working and they just stay up all night anyway - Neither of them sleeping.

MacCready: “You want me to sing to you? At what, three in the morning?” he asks, already becoming incredibly cautious of their surroundings. They chuckle and nod. “I’m serious Robert, please…”
Hearing the urgency in their voice he looks at them and tries to think of something, anything to sing. 
“So bongo, bongo, bongo I don’t wanna leave the Congo, oh-no-no-no-no-no” he blurts out, already regretting it. Sole looks up at him and laughs, giving him a kiss. “Stop.”

Piper: “Oh blue, I-I don’t think I will be able to…” she says, stammering and going a little red in the face. Sole kisses her and whispers, looking into her eyes. “Please…? I just need to get to sleep..”
She sighs and gives in in the end. Piper can actually sing quite well and she starts off with “Like an earthquake, starting to roll. I felt my Earth shake, out of control…” Sole looks up in amazement. She could really sing. Piper continues in a low whisper this time, calming and gentle. Sole gets to sleep and Piper soon follows after.

Nick Valentine: Nick looks and Sole and sighs. “I don’t sing, or hum tunes.. Sorry baby..”
Sole gazes into his eyes with confusion. “I’ve heard you sing all the time Nick. Please?”
He shakes his head, “I just can’t…”

Strong: “Strong say no. Human sleep by self.”

X6-88: “Sing? Are you really 5 years old?” he says, holding Sole in his arms. They couldn’t really tell if he was joking or was seriously asking a question due to the lack of tone in his voice. “… We don’t have to sleep if you don’t want to …” X6 says. Sole knew that maybe their request was a little far-fetched - Especially where X6-88 was concerned. Had he even heard song? Sole agrees to not sleeping and they both just get up and spend a while watching stars outside.

Elder Maxson: When Sole asks for a lullaby he gets them out of bed with him and dressed in little more than some undergarments and a little bit of cloth wrapped around them, they step out on the Prydwen’s deck in the dead of night and Maxson pulls them into a dance. He twirls them around and hums a few lines of a song before starting to softly sing. After a short while he goes back inside and they both settle down again, exhausted. Placing a kiss on their forehead he asks if they were ready to sleep again yet. They wanted nothing more. That tired them out. 

So I have been looking for this gif for a long time and it’s because it’s a very symbolic way to show depression. In this seen howl slumps down into the chair and says “I see no point in living if I can’t be beautiful.” Then he starts oozing out green slime. The green slime represents depression. It feels like everything is weighing down and you want to give up. Depression leaves a trail and can be hard to get rid of. Pulling us down, covering up our being and Consuming our hearts (or calsifer the little flame). I think everyone can relate to this in someway. We can feel as if we want to give up on everything just because of what someone said or how we felt about ourselves. But howl got threw it. If you’re going threw some shit with yourself and depression is in your way, keep going. “They say that the best blaze burns brightest, when circumstances are at their worst.” (-sophie hatter)

venus in sagittarius: a playlist

8tracks link here. this was fun and also a hard self-drag

1. big time sensuality - bjork (it takes courage to enjoy it / the hardcore and the gentle / big time sensuality / i don’t know my future after this weekend and i don’t want to)

2. one too many - kaytranada ft. phonte (all i really want is just a night at home with her by candlelight / but until i find that girl i’m gonna hit the floor and we gon jam tonight / just can’t settle down, not right now)

3. moth to the flame - chairlift (i should know better than to take your love letters to heart / when the game’s already lost before it starts / but hope hides inside a cliche)

4. stop desire - tegan and sara (i didn’t wanna be so invested / i played it cool and then i overdressed it.. you know i’m ready for anything to happen / take this passion turn it into action)

5. boy problems - carly rae jepsen (i think i broke up with my boyfriend today and i don’t really care! / yall already know this song)

6. you’re not the one - sky ferreira (seasons bring truth / when i found mine it was summertime / it’s the middle of the night and i’m so gone / and i’m thinking about how much i need you but you really want somebody else / YOU’RE NOT THE ONE!)

7. flesh without blood - grimes (i don’t see the light i saw in you before / and i don’t care anymore / baby believe me / and you had every chance, you destroy everything that you love / if you don’t need me just let me go)

8. bunny ain’t no kind of rider - of montreal**** (eva, i’m sorry, but you will never have me / to me you’re just some f*ggy girl and i need a lover with soul power / and you ain’t got no soul power)

9. white lightning and wine - heart (sweet little one let me love you some / take me or leave me alone / the gooder they come the harder they fall / turn around you are a nasty joke)

10. to your love - fiona apple (please forgive me for my distance / the pain is manifest in my resistance to your love / i would’ve warned you, but really, what’s the point? / caution could but rarely ever helps)

11. extreme wealth and casual cruelty - unknown mortal orchestra (if we were just strangers then we would fall in love again / abandon extreme wealth and casual cruelty / and now i can see why everyone acts weird to me)

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****note: i only included this song despite the slur bc im a gay bitch and i am reclaiming it as a fun lesbian injoke, having put it on multiple playlists about girls i no longer mess with due to their lack of soul power, but i dont endorse kevin barnes or anyone using it

anonymous asked:

What about some nessian fics? Or headcannons

Hi Nonnie,

Bless you for helping me procrastinate on my evening work load :) There has been a huge wave of Nessian. I have a feeling it may, just may, have something to do with a little statement from Cassian about time and regrets.

@getalittlecountry she is blessing us with Shape of You. Her chapter 12 has me a little nervous, that letter has me wondering. If you want your heart completely ripped out read her Address in the Stars

@rufousnmacska wrote Cloudberry Jam and my heart just melted.

@tntwme has started a wonderful piece I’m Never Going to Leave You

@catastrophicallyinlovewithbooks gave us a gut busting Illyrian Sunbathing I am really hoping for a part 2

@writevswrong is working on an untitled nessian piece. 

@cataclysmic-star​ is writing an Nessian adventure A Court of Flames and Curses 

@fuzzballsheltiepants is keeping me greatly entertained with  Night Swimming (Family Vacation Part 2). Start with part 1, part 4 had me rolling.

@tragically-broken​ just started Blind Date

@sarahjtrash​ Just wrote Washed Away


I’m sure there are more that I have not mentioned, that are equally as wonderful. These are the fan fictions that I really have enjoyed reading while attempting to overcome my acowar hangover. 

Long Live the Queen (Part 2 of ?)

Originally posted by jonnmurphy

Warnings: mention of death and crying

Words: 441

Tags: @angelaiswriting   (If you want to be tagged, give me a message!)

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I just arrived in the throne room, where every ruler from every clan was. While everyone tried to find a spot to stay, Gaia was lighting the flames of every hero. I wasn’t looking at anyone or anything, but Roan’s flame. And then, the battle started.

I was so nervous when the first one died. But I was a little relieved when I saw it wasn’t Roan. I wanted to see what happen outside. I just can’t stay here, knowing my husband is in danger out there.

While I was lost in my thoughts, Clarke came to me.

“So… I heard Roan is Azgeda’s hero. I think you’re very nervous.”

I didn’t pay attention to her, because Gaia said another one died. She was so close to Roan’s one. And then she just went to the flame next to Roan’s one. I think she wants me to have a heart attack.

“Our hero is Octavia. We had someone else in mind, but she just…”

“Shut up, Clarke. I don’t want to hear any of your words.”

She looked so shocked at me, then she went next to Bellamy. In my mind I started to imagine Octavia dying by Roan’s hands. Hope my love will make my wish come true.

*

Hours passed and to my happiness, Roan is still alive. The throne room was now more free. And now, just three flames are still burning. Roan, Octavia, and Luna were still alive. I was so nervous knowing how Luna fights. I wasn’t afraid of Octavia at all. I know Roan can kill her with his bare hands. But I didn’t know what to say about Luna.

Then I heard Gaia’s voice.

“Another hero has fallen!”

When she passed by Luna’s flame, I started to shake. That means it’s Octavia. It has to be her.

Then she was in front of Roan’s flame.

“King Roan of Azgeda is dead! Long live the Queen!”

They were all looking at me now. All I hear now is “Roan is dead”. The whole room turned around me and my vision was blurry. Immediately I felt myself touching the ground.

Bellamy came to me in a hurry and tried to help me get back on my feet.

“I will take you to your room. You can’t stay here no more.”

“Leave me alone!”

I started to cry. He can’t be dead. He can’t. He promised he will come back to me… What am I gonna do now without him? I can’t live without him!

I suddenly fell on the floor, and I felted my head hurting like hell. Then I felt a pair of arms around me.

Fallout 4 “Diamond City Radio” Sentence Starters

Lyric starters from the various songs on Diamond City Radio in Fallout 4.  Feel free to change pronouns & etc.

“You’ve got to spread joy up to the maximum and bring gloom down to the minimum.”

“But now, God knows, anything goes.”

“The world has gone mad today.”

“Good’s bad today, and black’s white today, and day’s night today.”

“There’s nothing else like her anywhere you go.”

“Man, you’re anything but calm.“

"You’re a regular pint sized atom bomb.”

“You’re just the way I want you to be.”

“You’re a million times hotter than TNT.”

“Atom bomb baby, sweet as a plum.”

“You carry more wallop than uranium.”

“Crawl out through the fallout, baby.”

“I’ll hold you close and kiss those radiation burns away.”

“I’ll love you for all your life.”

“I’ve got a dream house I’ll build there one day.”

“I’m gonna hold my baby as tight as I can.”

“Hey, sister, ain’t you glad?”

“Everyone tells me he’s no good.”

“He doesn’t love me like he should.”

“But then he turns on those charms and there I am in his arms.”

“Why do I love a guy I ought to shoot?”

“He’s a demon, he’s a devil, he’s a doll.”

“I’m as corny as Kansas in August.”

“I have found me a wonderful guy!”

“I’m a cliche coming true.”

“I’m in love.”

“If it tells the biggest lies, wears the loudest ties, it’s a man.”

“If it’s as stubborn as can be, mean and ornery, it’s a man.”

“It’s all over but the crying.”

“I can’t get over crying over you.”

“One more tomorrow to see heaven in your eyes”

“Tomorrow I’ll beg for one more tomorrow with you.”

“Lay that pistol down.”

"You’ll holler: ‘Please don’t stop!’”

“Don’t they know it’s the end of the world?”

“It ended when you said goodbye.”

“I’m the type who’ll never settle down.”

“They call me the wanderer.”

“First you say you do, and then you don’t.”

“Make up your mind!”

“Have a rockin’ good time and throw it all away.”

“Baby, you can’t go wrong.”

“Love is passing me by.”

“I’m so painfully shy.”

“Baby, I’m a fool about love.”

“I found out that I’m the worrying kind.”

“The things that one can buy are not worth a lover’s sigh.”

“I just want to start a flame in your heart.”

“I just want to be the one you love.”

“Sure, I’m crazy.  Crazy in love.”

“I say I’ll go through fire, and I’ll go through fire.”

“Like the wind that shakes the bough, you move me with that smile.”

“I say I’ll care forever, and I mean forever.”

“It’s easy to live when you’re in love.”

Being Yoongi’s Best Friend:

Originally posted by syubbie

  • Insults 24/7
  • Stank face 24/7
  • Judging you 24/7
  • But honestly, he wouldn’t give a single fuck if you’re into crocs or have a pokemon bag because why would he? You do you.
  • Lowkey being clingy af because he’d be so protective of you but wouldn’t want you to know.
  • Getting him Kumamon merch and literally losing the ability to breathe because he’d be hugging you so damn tight and grinning like a little 5 year old. Istg Kumamon is the only one who can make this grump become a cuddle monster.
  • Hanging out with him would literally involve not moving a single inch from the couch.
  • “Grandpa.”
  • “Ugly.”
  • Unenthusiastic cheer whenever you show off something even though he’s probably really proud of you inside.
  • Not seeing him for days on end and then suddenly he’d show up at your doorstep, barging into your house, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding eye contact.
  • “Aww did you miss me?”
  • “Fuck no. I just want food.”
  • Asking you to come to his basketball tournaments.
  • Would lowkey be trying to impress you the entire time.
  • Always trying to protect him when you were young but then it turns right around when you’re older and he’s the one protecting you from literally any and every bad thing around you.
  • Would subtly push you into the inner side of the sidewalk so you’re not close to the main road.
  • Glare at anyone bothering you from behind you so you won’t notice.
  • When puberty hits and his voice gets deeper and you don’t know why suddenly your cheeks flame red and your heart beats faster whenever you talk to him
  • Him staring at your chest when your breasts start growing then walking away like nothing happened but you notice the tips of his ears turn red.
  • Calling him whenever you have a problem with your computer
  • Him asking for something as payment, “Only if you don’t disturb me for 3 days.”
  • Calling you randomly at 3am just to talk about literally anything. 
  • “Why are you calling at this hour, normal people sleep at this time.”
  • “I don’t know, I just wanted to hear your voice.”
  • “…”
  • He’d cough and crack a joke to divert your attention away and act like he never said that.
  • You probably being the only person he would talk to for hours on end.
  • When he’s a bit too straightforward/blunt and unintentionally hurts you. Would beat himself over it for days and do his best to make it up to you.
  • But would still never forget a single argument just so he can avoid it in the future because seeing your hurt face just makes him feel so damn awful.
  • Being your #1 supporter and fan in anything you do
  • Borrowing his beanies while he complains that you’re just a petty thief which would just end in a to-the-couch tackle from you
  • Would surprisingly laugh and enjoy it when suddenly you’re both a bit too close and scramble away quickly, him looking away but smiling like an idiot
  • Always there to listen to your problems even if he sighs all the time, cause really, he’s probably listening very intently and trying to think of ways to cheer you up while also giving surprisingly good advice.
  • But he’ll also be very real and call you out when you fuck up because ain’t no way he’s letting you get away with something wrong.
  • Asking him favours and him doing it without hesitation even if he complains the entire time
  • Barging into his house without worries and chatting with his parents or older brother while he whines about you invading his personal life, “I’M ALREADY IN YOUR PERSONAL LIFE”
  • Listening to him confide in you about his dreams of becoming a full time musician and encouraging him to follow it.
  • Sending you his songs asking for your opinion because it matters a lot to him.
  • Won’t show it but is probably hella nervous whenever he sends you a song
  • Teasing him “MIN YOONGI PD-nim WHERE’S THE REMOTE?”
  • Always sending him selfies which would rarely get a reply but one day, while borrowing his phone, you’ll see all your pics saved on his phone.
  • The most loyal friend you could have ever asked for. He’s the type to make friends that last for a very very long time, and you can sure as hell count on him being there for you till your both old and wrinkly and poking each other with your walking canes.
“I don’t want to set the world on fire, I just want to start a flame in your heart.”

A one shot in which Newt attempts to impress the reader, but his efforts result in a disaster.

Word Count: 1687

Warnings: none


The talons of the Ukranian Ironbelly swiped menacingly at the frightened man as he dodged them by a mere inch. Although it was only a young dragon, about the size of a fully-grown Labrador, Newt found that he had underestimated the sheer power that it held as he kept trying to calm and tame the beast. He had worked with this breed before, knowing their habits and in which way to approach them, but this poor creature had been abused by the ones who used it to protect their treasures, and so was greatly wary of any who approached. He knew he should’ve let someone else handle it, knowing that the Ministry had countless methods at their disposal they could use to ensnare the beast. But as soon as you had said that dragons were your favourite magical creature, well the freckled boy couldn’t contain himself as he found out about this newly hatched baby. He had been tracking it, relaying his information to the higher ups knowing that he could not tackle such a task by himself. But when it slipped that the Ukranian breed was one you had only dreamed of seeing in real life, he was determined to rescue it and bring it home to you. It had been a long night, with both of you collapsing on the couch with a huff after finishing the rounds of feeding and putting all the suitcase bound creatures to bed.

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Let It Snow-DracoXReader

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!!!

Request- Okay so I saw your post about Draco loving Christmas and I feel the exact same way! Like if he had a girlfriend/boyfriend he would always make mistletoe appear just so he could kiss them and ah! okay I have a request that i was thinkingaout on my car ride home yesterday and if you did this I would die. Okay so I was listening to Let It Snow (any version) and Iwas thinking to myself ‘oh my god this would be such a cute Draco imagine.’ and even though its November ad Christmas is like a month away, it would be nice if you could do a Draco imagine based on this song?? Please?? um also im sorry for my terrible grammar and everything im just very excited and I love your blog and you and yes! have a good day

  I love Christmas so much. Enjoy! -Madi

Originally posted by crazylifelittlemonkeybitch

Oh the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we’ve no place to go
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

“Draco, quit hogging the blankets. My feet are getting cold!” You whined, tugging at the small quilt the two of you are sharing. He always hogs the blankets, both when he’s awake and asleep.

“Maybe if you would come closer and cuddle with me like I asked you to, you wouldn’t be getting cold.” 

“You, my friend, are an arse.” Scooting closer to him, you rubbed your cold feet on his legs, hoping to bring back some warmth in them. 

 "A lovely arse. Would you like me to light the fire so we can warm up a bit? Or… we could warm up in a different way.“ He wriggled his eyebrows as he stared down at you. 

 "That’s tempting but I think a fire will do just fine.” You giggled. He got up, going over to the large stone fireplace and lighting it with a simple spell. The flames cracked in the fire place, casting light around us. It was reflected into the windows, causing the snow flurries outside to disappear from view. 

 "It’s starting to snow hard, Draco.“ I said softly, enclosing the blanket around us once he sat down again. 

 "It’ll be fine love, it’s not like we have anywhere to go. Let it snow as long and hard as it wants. As long as I’m with you I’ll be fine.” His words warmed your heart more than any fire ever could.

It doesn’t show signs of stopping
And I’ve brought some corn for popping
The lights are turned way down low
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

“I can make some popcorn, if you’d like.” You said softly, getting up from the couch. Draco nodded and sat back down, turning on the television. Being a halfblood, your mother had refused to live without a TV in the house when you were younger. You had bought one for Draco for his last birthday and taught him how to use it. He was reluctant to it at first, but he soon warmed up to it.

“Find a Christmas movie for us to watch while I make this up.” The smell of melteed buteer and alt soon filled the air as you made the popcorn. A sudden band startled you, making you drop the bowl you were holding, causing popcorn to fly everywhere.

“Are you alight in here, pet?” Draco asked while slightly out of vreath. he must hvae rushed in here when he heard all of the loud noises.

“I’m fine, the noise just scared me is all.” Wand at the ready, you peaked oustide only to notice that the shutters were now closed. You chuckled to yourself.

“The wind made the shudders slam against the house.” You said. With a quick sweep of the wand, you cleaned up all of the popcorn from the floor.

The weather was getting worse and you knew that you had to leave soon despite wanting to stay. Your mother would worry if you came home late with this kind of storm brewing. 

When we finally kiss goodnight
How I hate going out in the storm
But if you really hold me tight
All the way home I’ll be warm

“Draco, I better get going. My parents will freak if I don’t get home soon.”

“But you just made snacks and I started the movie. Can’t you stay just stay a bit longer?” His bottom lip was thrusted out as he looked at you. The way his eyes peered at you made you almost melt. You walked over to him, throwinf your arms around his neck as you pecked his lips.

“I would love to but you and I both know I can’t.” The two of you sat in silence as you rested your head on his chest. His heartbeat speeding up when you started playing the the hair at the nape of his neck.

After a few moments, you pulled him down to you and connected your lips. His lips here plump and soft like always. His fingers tangled in your hair, trying to pull you even closer to him even though it wasn’t physically possible.

The fire is slowly dying
And my dear we’re still goodbye-ing
As long as you love me so
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

Pullinng away, you cupped his cheeks softly. Your cold hands made him shiver.

“I love you but I have to go. Don’t worry, your kisses will keep me warm on the way home.” He chuckled at that and quickly kissed all over your face causing you to giggle. 

“Just be careful, okay?” Worry clouded over his features as he said this.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be perfectly fine.” You kissed him one last time before going to the door and pulling your coat on. 

“I love you and I’ll see you tomorrow.” You said before stepping out into the cold and dreary night.

(I’m sorry this is late but i was having technical problems.)

And Thus Thanatos And Midas Fell In Love

Summary: It starts because you’re you. You’re a crooked tarot card deck that just reads death, handed out with cold eyes and colder heart.

It starts because he’s him. He’s the flash of gold that’s too bright you have to close your eyes even though you still want to look. He’s the softness and warmth of climbing into bed on a cold day, surrounding yourself in comfort.

It ends because there’s still love in your heart, stored away where you thought no one could find it, but he and his stubbornness did.

Pairing: Gavin Free/Ryan Haywood      Words: 1175

[AO3]

A/N: Prompt from @flame-cat: ryan has a mental breakdown? i know thats sort of vague but… do what you want with it i guess. 

This whole thing was a huge experiment in writing style so I hope it pays off.


It starts because you’re you. You’re a crooked tarot card deck that just reads death, handed out with cold eyes and colder heart. You’re the fear of being followed in the middle of the night, the constant looking over a shoulder. You’re the crack of a gun and the few precious seconds you have left of life before the bullet hits right between your eyes.

It starts because he’s him. He’s the flash of gold that’s too bright you have to close your eyes even though you still want to look. He’s the softness and warmth of climbing into bed on a cold day, surrounding yourself in comfort. He’s a siren with his trill of laughter and expert look that seems to pull your heart towards him and you want to hate him but you don’t and that’s where it starts.

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Romanogers || Lost and Found

There’s always “a first"–a first glance, a first laugh, a first kiss, a first, ‘I love you,’ and now, this. The once steady pulse of Steve’s thumping heart gradually began to climb. She knows you have never done this before; she knows everything. So why are you still so afraid? Notes from Marvin Gaye’s "Distant Lover” drifted through the air like snowflakes slowly falling to the ground, but the cool, nostalgic melody of the piece was not enough to sooth Steve’s mounting state of concern. Sam said Marvin should get things up-and-running, so why isn’t it working? You’re gonna ruin this for both you and her. Stop thinking so much and just do it. But his thoughts muzzled the desires of his heart. They held him tightly in their grasp, desperately fighting to keep him paralyzed. I want this. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath. Get out of your head, Rogers. Why can’t you just let go?

           The dull, jumping flame of the candles illuminated the furrowed lines of his brow, allowing Natasha to notice his unease. “Steve,” she lifted the back of her head up from her pillow and propped herself with her forearms, “You’ve been straddling  me for a minute straight, now. All the blood is starting to rush to my head.” She carefully leaned her back against the mahogany headboard. “You okay?”

           Steve released a heavy sigh and brought his leg over and away from Natasha, allowing her to move freely. He crawled next to her and mimicked her position. The frigid headboard clashed against the warmth of his skin causing a chill to run down his spine. After a long, contemplative pause, he managed to blurt out, “I just don’t want to disappoint you, Nat.”

           Slowly, she turned to face him. Her eyes studied the intensity of his gaze. The flush of his cheeks. The dilation of his pupils. The creased lines that had formed between his brows.

           "You won’t disappoint me.“

           "But what if I do?”

           "Then I’ll pack my bags and leave.“

           "WHAT?”

           "Steve,“ she appeared amused, "I’m only joking. But if you start crying during it or some weird shit like that, I might just have to–” As she gazed at him, she caught a look of alarm, rather than a look of amusement. “Look at me,” she said.

           He angled himself towards her. His eyes hesitantly rose until they leveled with hers.

           "I only want to do this if you do. There’s no need to rush anything.“ Gently, she nudged him in the side with her elbow. "We’re in this together, aren’t we?”

           He breathed a sigh of relief.

           "Come here.“ Natasha motioned for Steve to come sit between her legs.

           Carefully, he situated himself in the open spot. He leaned into her, his back and shoulders pressing lightly against her stomach. The back of his head rested on the crest of her bosom."I don’t deserve you.”

           Natasha chuckles. “No,” she said jokingly as she ran her fingers through his hair, “you don’t.”

           Subtle cracks from the candles disturbed the silence. The music player softly switched songs in the background. What was once Marvin Gaye had now melted into Etta James’ A Sunday Kind of Love­–her longing, hopeful voice adorned the room in conceptual awareness. He closed his eyes, soaking in the ambience. The hum of the speakers. The drum of the rain falling against the window. The beating of Natasha’s heart. They sat in silence, reveling in each other’s company.

           Right, and then left. Right, and then left. Her hands traveled around Steve’s scalp, leaving no area untouched. Relaxed and in a trance, his head swayed in the direction of her movements. He succumbed to her touch. Around and around. Back and forth. The two had developed a natural rhythm.

           For a moment, he opened his eyes and glanced upwards at Natasha. Her head was propped against the headboard and her eyes were closed. Although no words had been exchanged–and even if they had spoke, Nat would never share her true feelings–he could tell she felt comfortable. A soft smile graced her lips long ago, staying there for what seemed like a lifetime. He rarely saw her like this–relaxed, and genuinely content. And in this moment, he realized what he truly wanted.

           “Nat?”

           "Hmmm?“

           "Do you know how beautiful you are?”

           Her fingers stopped swirling around the nape of his neck.

           "I mean, really beautiful. Radiant.Captivating.

           She opened her eyes and looked down at him, searching his face for any indication of deceit. His pupils were dilated. His breathing was slow. "No,” Natasha replied. She gingerly ran her hand down the side of his cheek, “you’re the beautiful one.”

           All at once, he wanted her. Every part of her. He saw himself in her, around her, with her. Every inch of his body screamed for her, begging him to approach the warmth that emanated from her being. To touch her; to feel her. "Do you mind if we try again?”

           Her eyebrows raised, “Of course not, but I just don’t want you to feel pressured to do anything you don't–”

           Steve lifted his head off of her chest, pushed himself up, flipped over on his hands and knees, and threw his legs over hers, straddling her once more.

           "– want to,“ Natasha finished.

           He smiles, "I want this,” he said, “and I want you.” Steve moved backwards on his hands and knees like lion preparing to dine. He took a deep meditated breath in and out, then dropped down, and began kissing her ankles. Slow movement was imperative. He would never dream of rushing a moment like this. “Do you know what else I want?” Steve made his way up her leg, kissing her shin, and then her inner thigh. “I want–” he kissed the curve of her hip, “–to make–” now, her shoulder blade, “–you happy.” Gently, he pecked at the hollow cove of her neck. A paper-thin kiss so heavy that the weight of it resided on Natasha’s skin for what seemed like an eternity.

            He took her chin between his fingers, angling her head upwards. “And the way I do that,” his lips pressed lightly on her forehead, “is by finding out what you want.” The warmth of her flesh was more than stimulating to him. It was an invitation for him to give her what she always deserved: a relationship based solely on mutual respect and trust. No politics. No secrets. Just a genuine connection. “Natalia,” he kissed her left eye, “what is it that I can do for you?” In one fluid movement, Steve kissed her right eye and then the tip of her nose. “Name it, and I’ll do it. I’m here for you.”

                       When his lips came in contact with her cheek, he was surprised by an unanticipated wetness. He stopped abruptly, pulling back to examine her face. The candle casted light on a lonely tear glistening against her ivory skin. “O–Oh my goodness, Nat, I–”

           She cupped the sides of his face with her hands. His freshly shaved skin felt great against her touch.

           "I–I didn’t mean to–did I do something wron–was it something I said?“

           She drew him in closer, motioning for him to continue.

           It was tempting to proceed, to act like nothing was wrong. But, deep down, he knew he couldn’t. He craved to make her happy more than he craved his own happiness. "No,” he stated softly, but sternly, “Nat…what’s wrong?”

           Her hands dropped from his face and she sat down silently.

           "Come on,“ he got up from his position and returned to the spot where he had once sat. He nudged her with his elbow, "We’re in this together, aren’t we?”

           Natasha turned around to face him. “I­–” she lowered her gaze. “I, uh–I just–you didn’t do anything wrong.”

           Steve cocked his head to the side. “I didn’t?”

           "No,“ She replied, "that's­–well–actually, that’s why I’m crying.”

           He opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out.

           "You don’t have to say anything, just–just give me a moment to explain.“ She leaned against the cool headboard and began tracing imaginary lines on the palm of her hand. "When I was in the Red Room,” she took a deep breath, “the success of the mission was the only thing that was important. It didn’t matter how you felt about your assignment. They just didn’t care, and I wasn’t supposed to, either.” Tears begin welling up in her eyes.

           "Natasha, if this is too painful for you, you don’t have to tell me any–"

           "But I want to,“ she wiped the forming tears out of her eyes and placed her hand on top of his. "I want to.”

           "Okay,“ he squeezed her hand.

           Once again, she took a deep breath, then continued. "Many times, while I was undercover, I had to play a multitude of different roles. Sometimes, I was a wealthy estate owner looking for new markets to tap into. Other times, I was a lost tourist asking for directions,” she paused. “But, more times than I’d like to recall, my role consisted of me using my sexuality to get vital pieces of information, and you and I both know how easy it is to get people to do what you want them to do when sex is involved,” she chuckled. “I did what I had to do. And, do you wanna know something funny?”

           Steve kept his hand on hers, moving his thumb back and forth against the smooth surface of her wrist.

           "Even though I was using them in order to gain power,“ she admitted, "I never felt more powerless than I did when I was with them. I knew I wasn’t supposed to care. That it was all for the mission. But I couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that what I was doing was in no way what I wanted to do. I mean, of course I was the one who engaged with them. I was the one who took them into a room and began undressing them, but I never really had a choice, you know?” Once again, tears began forming in her eyes. Only, this time, she didn’t wipe them away. “No one from the Red Room ever gave me any other alternative. No one that I slept with ever asked me who I was or what I wanted. Not the men, not the women, no one. It was always about them.”

           "Nat, I am so sor–”

           She put her free hand up, signaling for Steve to stop. “But, just when I began to think that love was some bullshit concept made up by children,” she drops her hand, “ you showed up.” The tears fell rapidly, now, rolling off of her cheek and onto the cotton sheets below. “You helped me figure out why those missions always left me feeling empty. Love is not one-sided. It’s about losing yourself in your partner and in their happiness. It’s about asking permission; it’s about asking them how they feel. It’s about trust.” Natasha leaned over and intertwined her lips with his.

           Soon, they broke apart.

           "And I trust you,“ she said.

           Steve cupped her face in his hands and brushed the tears off of her cheeks. "I trust you, too.” He opened his legs, motioning for Natasha to sit in between them. “Come here.”

           With a timid smile on her face, she made her way over to the empty space. She rested the back of her head on his chest and melted into him.

           He embraced her, making sure to leave no inch of her skin out of contact with his. A wide grin crept on his face. “And you thought I was the one who was going to cry.”

           "Shut up,“ Natasha playfully slapped his arm and laughed uncontrollably.

           "If that’s what you want me to do, then I’ll do it,” Steve retorted between breathy laughs. He hugged her a little tighter and lightly placed his chin amidst her auburn hair “And now that I’ve got you,” he smiled, “I’m not ever letting go.”


(Inspired by @chalantness  || read her one-shots here)

SCREW SCHOOL

REQUEST:Could you write a one shot about the reader being the winchesters little sister and they drop her off at school while they handle a hunt but she skips and hangs out with crowley/castiel? Maybe gets caught? Please ;3; I love the fics

A/N: Thanks for the request! I feel like if I was a little sister of the Winchesters, that it would take a whole lotta planning to get out of the boys sight. But I literally wouldn’t even think of what they would do if I got caught! The waking up scene is what I go through in the morning. Like, every single morning. I am not a morning person to say the least XD Keep sending in requests guys! I love writing these one shots.

~Jenah

WARNINGS: Swearing

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School sucks. I mean, whose idea was it for someone to get up at an ungodly hour and then be stuck in a social hell hole for 7 hours a day, for 5 days a week. Not even mentioning the fact that all the people in school were teenage wannabe college students, but you know for a fact that only half of them will make it to college. You didn’t even see the point in school because of your current employment. You were a hunter… No, not just any hunter, a Winchester. Sam and Dean want you to get the best experience that you could, they wanted you to be well educated and well rounded, because they never got that chance. You knew that today was no different than any other day this week.

You woke up with your alarm clock blaring some new pop song that you never found interest in. That always woke you up because you just wanted the so called music to stop.

“GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE!!!” Dean burst through your door yelling. You groaned in response. You were not a morning person, like at all.

“Y/N, you need to get up,” He shook you and ripped the blankets off of you. “You have school today.” You shivered at the loss of the warm fabric. “Y/N if you do not get out of the bed this instant,” He scolded. “I will tell sam to get a bucket of ice and for sure get you up.” With that threat, you shot up from your bed and grumbled as Dean walked out of the room, with a accomplished grin of his face. You pulled on some sweatpants and a shirt, then pulled your hair into a messy bun. After that, you went into the kitchen to get some coffee. As it brewed you sat against the counter, almost falling asleep again.

“Is today another one of those days where you just gave up?” Sam asked walking in to the kitchen, you could tell he just got up too. Without lifting your head, you flipped him off, grabbed your coffee, and left to go into your room, leaving Sam chuckling.

You did not want to go to school today. You thought that school was a waste of time, and if you ever really needed anything, you could just ask Sam, I mean, he went through school and part of college. As you did your makeup and sipped your coffee, you made a plan so you wouldn’t have to go through school.

“COME ON SLOW POKE!” You heard Dean say by the door, “IF YOU’RE LATE THATS ON YOUR ASS!” You got your bag and smirked. You went out and into Baby.

“Do you know what you are doing in school Y/N?” Dean asked. You shook your head honestly. “Okay. Sam and I found a case so we won’t be picking you up after school,” He informed you. “Just take the bus or walk or something.” You looked out the window and smiled, that just made your plan a little easier.

The car came to a halt as you pulled into the school. “If you need anything, call Cas. He will be there before we could.”

“Okay.” You said.

“So she does speak.” He joked. You laughed and shut the door, heading toward the school. You turned around to see if the car was gone. After that you ran to the back of the school. You dialed the schools number.

“This is the attendance office number for (NAME OF YOUR SCHOOL). Please leave the students name, your relation, and a call back number.”

“Hi,” You started, “This is for Y/N Winchester, I am her mother, the call back number is 576-857-8697.” Then you hung up. You decided that if you were going to play hookie, you may as well do it right. You knew that if you called Cas that he would just lecture you about how wrong it is that you’re doing this and tell your brothers, so you thought of other options. The first name that came to mind was Crowley. He was fun, and if you threatened him right, he wouldn’t tell your brothers.

You began the spell, by now, you knew it by heart. After the flames died down, you looked around. No sign of him. You sighed and started back to the school.

“Hello, love.” You heard behind you. “Shouldn’t you be in school?” You turned to Crowley.

“Yeah, but school is just another form of hell, right?” You replied quickly.

“Touche. What do you need me for darling?” Crowley said smiling.

“I don’t want to be bored when I play hookie,” You stated, “If I’m doing it, I may as well do it right.”

“What makes you think I won’t tell Squirrel or Moose?” He said with a questioning look.

“Because you wouldn’t want to be in the line of fire if they found out about this.” You said.

“You’re right,” He said with a devilish smile, “Where do we start?”

You spent the whole day anywhere but America. You went to Europe, Asia, and China. Crowley helped you make trouble, but not too much. You actually had fun when you were suppose to be in school. If the boys could see you now, they would probably kill you on sight. But, you were having so much fun that you didn’t even care if they found you. When you finally got a look at the time, you turned pale.

“What’s wrong Y/N?” Crowley asked.

“It’s 6 pm. I needed to be home at 3.” You muttered. “I’m fucked.” You said simply. Before you could get anything else out, you were outside of the bunker.

“Good luck in their kiddo.” Crowley said, leaving you with a snap of his fingers. You looked around to the garage door to see in the boy’s car was there. Sure enough, it was. You immediately began to panic. What was your story going to be? Who were you with? Why?

You opened the door with a shaky arm. You carefully walked down the steps and looked over to the library. Your brothers were there with Cas, looking at you with the most serious look you think you have ever seen. You looked to the floor as you walked up to them, like a scolded puppy. You were surprised to find 3 pairs of arms wrapped around you.

“Y/N, don’t ever do that to us again.” Dean whispered. “Do you know what we thought? We thought you were dead or kidnapped. Where were you?” He said as he pulled away.

“I-I uh,” You stuttered, trying to get an excuse out. “I played hookie,” You finally got out. “I played hookie and went to the library to look up about more lore and stuff.” Okay, maybe that part was a lie, but if they found out about you hanging out with Crowley, you were for sure dead. “I hate school. Why can’t Sam just teach me stuff? The teachers teach for the other kids, not me!” I started to tear up. “It’s so frustrating, because they teach either too slow or too fast, and when I ask questions, they look at me like I’m some idiot.” You were sobbing now. “I never want to go back! They just don’t get what I need to know for the real world.”

Sam picked you chin up so you could look at him. “Y/N, I can teach you.” He said, you knew that he understood what the pressure of school could do to someone. “Isn’t that right Dean?” He said looking at him.

“Sure, why not?” Dean said smiling. “Y/N, why didn’t you tell us this before?”

“Because, I didn’t think that you guys would understand. you dropped out, and Sam was naturally a good student. I just can’t take it.”

“Y/N, if you told us, we would have taken you out ASAP. Just let’s end the chick flick moment with if you ever feel any way uncomfortable with anything, just tell us, it would be a hell of a lot easier.” Dean said. “Now, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m starving.”

You laughed and grabbed your coat, heading to the diner. School may have been hell, but you could finally sleep at night knowing that you never had to go again.