i love this kind of posts

A Little Elriel Fluff

I kinda did a thing because @throne-of-omg-the-feels absolutely killed me with this post and I couldn’t stop myself… (might have gone off on a tangent but I hope you all enjoy it)

Azriel had always had trouble sleeping, especially in the pitch black of the night. It surprised most people, that a shadowsinger like him should have so much trouble in the dark. But the dark… the dark reminded him too much of the cage of his childhood. It reminded of cold rags on the floor, of constant, gnawing hunger and the agony of freshly burned hands.

Even five centuries of freedom hadn’t completely purged him of that little spark of irrational fear, that fear of the dark. It was for this reason he always kept his curtains open the tiniest bit, so that the gentle light of the stars filtered through. Enough of a reminder that he didn’t destroy his bedroom every time he ripped himself out of a nightmare. (For Azriel could walk in darkness and shadow, could dance in it, could listen to its song… but sleep, sleep was another type of vulnerability entirely. Sleep was dangerous.)

Still, even this small precaution wasn’t enough for Azriel to let his guard down and let someone sleep next to him. Oh, he’d had lovers over the centuries - sometimes even ones that stayed for longer than one night. But he’d never laid beside them. (For so long he’d hoped, dreamed, that one day Mor might be the first by his side - glorious, free Mor. But she’d since told him that this dream was impossible… and so he had let it go, in little bits until the last vestiges of it had faded into a beloved memory.)

And then there was Elain. Unexpected and utterly beautiful in every way. She came into his life, into his heart, slowly until one day it hit him, what this feeling that had grown inside his chest was. And she was like him. Different. Different in a way the others couldn’t understand. The seer and the shadowsinger. What a pair they would make. And by the Cauldron, he’d longed to be a part of that pair, a half of a whole… to be something to Elain Archeron that he never been to anyone else before. He longed for her body lying next to him in the cursed dark, quiet and at peace. But he didn’t deserve that kind of happiness, that kind of companionship. Certainly not from someone as wholly good as Elain.

So he hadn’t dared hope that she might pick him, not after Mor and not when she already had Lucien Vanserra for a mate.

And yet she had. She’d picked him over her Cauldren-chosen mate.

And Azriel, damn him, couldn’t refuse her. Not when she looked at him like he mattered.

The second their lips met for the first time, the shadows retreated from him completely for the first time in centuries. They stayed away all night, when he learned her body so thoroughly with his. (She was so heartbreakingly lovely, delicate in a way that was uncommon among their kind… but despite appearances she was not weak. Never weak. Too often did people forget the kind of strength it took to stay kind in a cruel world. And she was a curious creature too, as eager to learn him as he was to learn her. Azriel also quickly found that her shyness did not extend to the bedroom, not with him - Mother above, she would truly be the death of him, one of these days… but he would would only be too happy to go.)

And when they were finally sated, and Elain slid into his side, draping her naked body over his, he did not find it in him to move away. To his eternal surprise, he drifted off into peaceful sleep.

His sleep remained completely undisturbed, to the point that when he finally opened his eyes, he was utterly disoriented. He sat up slightly in the pre-dawn light, running a hand through his ruffled hair and catalogued his surroundings with a shocking lack of panic.

He was home and-

“Elain,” he murmured softly, voice gruff with sleep, as he spotted her lying in his bed with him. Unharmed by his night terrors. Still so devastatingly perfect.

He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her, the bare skin of her back aglow in the light of the slowly rising sun.

Azriel moved closer to her without hesitation, curling his naked body around hers and using a hand to pull her firmly into him, her back curved perfectly into his chest. She sighed contently against him, still fast asleep, and Azriel found himself pressing light kisses to the apple of her cheek, peppering them down and down until his face was hidden in the crook of her neck. His hands roamed freely over her sides with no real intent, simply touching her to revel in the feel of actually having her here with him.

He pressed another soft kiss under her chin, to her throat, her shoulder. Again and again and again, until his mind was filled with nothing but Elain, Elain, Elain.

Azriel immediately felt it when Elain finally awoke in his arms, despite the fact that she kept her eyes firmly closed. A small smile played at her lips, as if she couldn’t quite suppress her happiness.

He kissed her cheek again, lingering there as he spoke. “I’m afraid aren’t quite stealthy enough to fool me just yet,” he whispered, grinning when she sighed with faux disappointment.

Elain blinked her eyes open then, turning her head slightly so she could gaze up at him. Her gaze was soft with sleep, sparkling with quiet, gentle mischief. “I didn’t want to risk you stopping,” she told him, reaching up to trail light fingers down his jawline.

Azriel kissed her behind her ear in response, still grinning like a fool. He didn’t deserve this, he didn’t. But he couldn’t let go of it, of her, either. So he would stay with her, for as long as Elain found him worthy. He would stay for her.

His wing curled in around them then, cocooning them gently until their world narrowed down to this beautiful moment. “Then I won’t stop,” he said.

And he didn’t. He didn’t.

Vixen Muse - Jughead Jones

 Request: Hiiii ! I have a really cute idea in my mind, and I was wondering if you could write an imagine, where reader’s mom is English teacher, and she suggested Jughead to tutor him, help him with his work, improve his writing style, and when she go to her house he met his daughter, a sweet, lovely and kind River Vixen and he falls for her immediately ? <333

Well look at that I actually did something productive, I’m so sorry for the wait on this request <3 I hope it was okay :)

NOTE: PLEASE LOOK AT A POST THAT FOLLOWS THIS ON MY BLOOOGGGG <3

Words: 2,132

Warnings: Didn’t proofread, I’m honestly so dead / mild mild swearing

“You’re writing what?” Archie raised an eyebrow.

The ginger and his beanie clad best friend were sat in a booth at Pop’s, drinking the evening away with rounds of strawberry and chocolate milkshakes.

“A novel,” Jughead replied simply, sipping on his straw.

“About Jason Blossom. As in the Jason Blossom who got shot this summer?” Archie had to clarify. Jughead tried to refrain from rolling his eyes.

“Last time I checked there was only one,” He reached under the table and emerged with his laptop bag. “Although a clone would make a thrilling plot twist.”

“Are you sure that’s healthy? Writing about a murder? I mean, it’s all you’ve been talking about for the past few weeks and maybe it would be better just to drop the subject,” Archie tried to advise, ignoring the shaking of Jughead’s head in disapproval.

“You know what maybe I’d have more stuff to talk about if you were around this summer,” He scoffed, the bitter tone is his voice taking Archie by surprise. “I don’t need your opinion on the context anyway, I need help on my writing and the words I use and the structure. It all flows in my head but when I try to put those words on paper, my mind just clouds over and all I’m left with is unnecessary rambling.”

“Speaking of rambling, there’s no point talking to me about this Juggie. There’s nothing I can say to you in this situation that would actually help you out rather than annoy you with my irrelevant comments,” Archie shrugged, leaning back into the booth and slumping casually.

Jughead rested his head in his hands. He’d been suffering with writers block for over a week now and it was killing his novel. He needed something inspiring and he needed it fast. 

“What about Mrs (Y/L/N)?” Archie suggested and Jughead’s head snapped up, his attention having been caught.

“What about her?”

“Isn’t she offering small after-school tutoring sessions because the school offered to pay her?” Archie took out his phone and pulled up the school website, showing Jughead the ‘news’ page which informed them of the opening.

“Why would she even do that?” Jughead took the phone off of Archie and quickly scanned the article, picking out key information like contact details which he proceeded to write down on a napkin.

“I think the school is offering her a pretty decent amount, they’re having to secure their teacher reputation record because of…. ya know,” Archie trailed off. “Anyways, she’s a pretty nice teacher right? Smart too, I’m sure she’ll give you all the artsy, angsty advice you need to fuel your supposed novel,” He reached over the table and took his phone back, leaving Jughead to think things through.


“Mrs (Y/L/N)?” Jughead stayed behind after class, now standing at the side of the teachers desk. The aforementioned woman looked up through her glasses and smiled warmly at the boy.

“Yes Jughead, how can I help?” She put down the papers she was grading and gave him her full attention.

“Well, it’s nothing really just something stupid,” Jughead scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. He was almost ashamed in himself for not overcoming his difficulties alone and having to ask an English teacher for help. Archie was probably right anyway, the concept was stupid. 

“Please Jughead, I’m sure it’s not as stupid as you say,” Her voice was smooth and reassuring. Jughead slung his arm so that his backpack fell off of his shoulder and onto the floor. He took out his drafted manuscript, which had been kept under lock and key for weeks. He wouldn’t let anyone see his work until he was sure it was up to his own standards.

Mrs (Y/L/N) didn’t seem to be giving away much with her facial expressions as she nonchalantly skimmed through the pages, nodding her head and humming. After a few minutes of awkward silence, she put the pages down and looked up at the nervous brooding boy before her.

“W-What do you think? It’s just an early draft, I just wanted to know if you could maybe help me improve it. I don’t mean to waste your time or anything though, of course!” Jughead scrambled to pick up the manuscript and shove it back in his bag, refusing to meet the English teacher’s eyes.

“It’s great Jones, very interesting take on the whole ordeal. Very real,” She reached out a hand, stopping him in his path. Mrs (Y/L/N) stood up and neatly tucked in her chair before coming round to the front of the desk and perching on the edge. “I’d love to discuss it with you in more detail, if you would be okay with that?” She had already pulled out her diary from her desk and started to scribble some notes down in the dates of this week.

“Yes, that would be great. Umm when and where Miss?” Jughead didn’t want to sound too eager but he couldn’t help but feel a flood of relief.

“I’d have you come in during a lunchtime but sadly I have reports to do and papers to mark for the seniors. I’ll send you my address and contact details over school email okay, we’ll try and meet for afternoons for a week and see where we go from there,” The teacher scribbled all of this down whilst Jughead just made a simple mental note. He was on a laptop 24/7 anyway, he didn’t need to be promoted to check his emails.


“She must really want to help you then,” Veronica laughed as Jughead explained his daily English plan also now known as ‘his excuse for not turning up to group days at Pop’s for the next month or so’.

“Guys she’s just interested, it’s actually quite nice to be offered some professional support considering it’s been weighing me down,” Jughead sighed, picking at his fries. The Sad Breakfast Club were all gathered by the bleachers eating their lunch and just sticking to their casual weekday routine. 

“You’re making it sound as if she’s your therapist,” Kevin pointed out and the others nodded with smirks, much to Jughead’s annoyance.

“Wait, doesn’t she have a kid?” Betty perked up, finally chiming into the conversation after just simply observing. There was a brief moment of silence as everyone contemplated her question.

“I think so…” Veronica didn’t sound so sure.

“If she does, she probably goes to another high school. I’ve never seen or heard of anyone like that around Riverdale high,” Jughead simply shook it off. Boy, he didn’t know what he was getting himself into.


He’d been knocking for almost five minutes now. Perhaps it was the determination to just finish the chapter that kept him standing at the (Y/L/N) doorstep that Wednesday afternoon but it was slowly seeping away, seeing as nobody was willing to answer. Or maybe it was fate, because if he left a little earlier, there was a chance he may have never met her.

“Hello?” That honey voice Jughead recognised came from behind him but it sounded even sweeter, soft and innocent almost. Perhaps even angelic if you wanted to go that far. He turned around, his expression irritated but his features quickly softened when he took in your appearance.

You were stood there in all your beauty, gym bag slung over shoulder and River Vixen uniform proudly on display. Your hair was tied in a tight high ponytail that could rival Betty Cooper’s, adorned with blue and gold ribbons. 

“Um, hi. I’m sorry, do I have the wrong house?” Jughead stuttered, his face changing from pale to tomato red very quickly.

“Oh no, this is the right house. You must be the boy my mother told me about,” Her confused expression instantly shifted into a warm smile, her eyes bright and welcoming. That smile could melt an iceberg. “She said you’d be stopping by, for help with your poem or novel or whatever it was. She’s out right now getting the groceries but luckily I have my spare key so you can come on in and binge some snacks with me,” She giggled heartily, skipping past him and unlocking the door. She beckoned Jughead to follow her as she dropped her gym bag off by the stairwell and ran into the kitchen, emerging with bags of popcorn.

Jughead grinned, following her into the living room where they both sat down on the same couch and started to talk.

She had only recently moved to town to stay with her Mum. Her parents were divorced and her Dad wanted time alone with his new family so they could settle in together, to your dismay. Thanks to her prestigious background, Cheryl had been quick to accept her as a River Vixen but other than her five minutes of fame at the audition, she’d purposefully sunken into the background of Riverdale High, keeping a low profile and fulfilling her role as a wallflower.

Jughead noticed how expressive she was. She would move her hands when she talked, waving them all over the place and gesturing. She could tell the whole story with her bright eyes, which leaked with emotion and passion. The words she used and her way of phrasing things filled Jughead’s head with ideas. The inspiration he’d been looking for was right in front of him and it hit him quick how fast he was falling head first for the charming Vixen.


“And then I told her that it wasn’t fair that ethnic minorities are portrayed that way in this show but she decide- Jughead? Are you alive? Helloooo Earth to Juggie?” You waved your hand in front of his face since the boy seemed to be lost in a trance. The two of you had been talking for almost an hour now and you’d been concealing your blush whenever he stared at you. It was undeniable he was kind of cute and different to most other boys you’d met. To him though you were probably the perfect girl next door. Untouchable and innocent. Not with your history, no. Nobody is ever perfect in Riverdale.

“Sorry I was just thinking about how pretty you look,” Jughead smirked, the confidence coming from nowhere. Jughead even looked surprised himself at his comment. You felt flustered and you looked down so he couldn’t see your rosy cheeks. So… he wants to play huh?

You scooted closer to him on the couch, slowly draping your legs over his lap and leaning back onto a pillow lazily. He was looking at you, eyes wide. You batted your eyelashes innocently, smiling up at him in a way that could only be described as… seductive?

You had no idea where this mood came from and neither did he. Some harmless flirting didn’t hurt nobody though. 

Within the next five minutes you were snuggled into his side talking about your day whilst he was stroking your legs and wrapping his fingers around the curls in your hair. There was just some kind of comfort and butterflies you felt when so close to him and it was clear he felt the same.

“Am I really pretty?” You suddenly mumbled, rubbing over your stomach subconsciously. You’d always been insecure about your weight and it had been your weakness when it came to dealing with high school bitches.

Jughead leaned back and gave you a look. “I’m being honest when I say you’re honestly so pretty, and it’s not all about your looks. You have a great personality from what I can tell. I mean, I can’t really judge you yet but based on the cover of your book you’re funny and charismatic and I would love to take you out on a date,” The last part was barely audible but you’d heard every single word. You sat up quick, mouth wide open. You began to fidget with your hands like you always did when the words just wouldn’t come out. You could just whisper.

“I would love that,” You stared at his soft lips and he blushed, staring right back at yours. You scooted closer once more, leaning in.

“I’M HOME HONEY!” The front door slammed shut and the sound of bags being dumped on the floor was heard from the hallway. The two of you jumped apart quickly as your Mum walked in to find the two of you, sitting on opposite ends of the couch with red faces. “Hey guys, I bought pizza! If you want to stay for dinner Jughead just let me know, (Y/N) can you help me unpack these groceries please,” She smiled at the both of you before walking off to the kitchen.

You reluctantly sat up but before you left the room, you turned around to meet Jughead Jones’ eyes. You smiled bashfully.

“It’s a date.”


i’m so sorry that i’m slow and ew, i hope this was okay + didn’t proofread because i’m dead. Will read tomorrow :)

EVERYTHING

@mrsjugheadjonesthethird @jvghead-jones-iii @thisisnotseriousbusiness @am-i-alive-yet @nafa1604 @khaleeisclifford @mrs-jughead-jones @vegaslodge @tasteofswallowedwords

JUGHEAD
@siaralovesgaming

RIVERDALE
@theselfishllama  

Against the World - Tony Stark x Reader

Request: I completely lost the pure request itself and all the kind things I remember you saying, but this is basically a Tony!YoungReader where he doesn’t like the age difference between them but still loves her!

Warnings: Age difference, (25 year old reader x Tony) kissing.

Words: 2 475

A/N: Sorry for being away for a couple of days! I’ll try and post more next week. Please tell me what you think! (Also I’m sorry for any typos I’m too lazy to read through this one as I’m posting it.)

TAKING REQUESTS!

Originally posted by mamalaz


He took a sip of his coffee, walking down the long, glass-walled, hallway to the lab he had occupied with his current project. He was more than tired. Closer to wrecked. He had slept for three hours in his room at the Tower before he had woken up. Day and night he worked and woke up just as he started falling asleep. It was like he was in a spiral of bad habits and he couldn’t get out-

He lowered the cup from his lips, his jaw dropping and eyes staring into Y/N’s lab where she was sat at a workbench, leaning over her latest project with intense focus. Her dedication to science and tech was something he did not just admire tremendously, but it was insanely attractive. So few women in his life shared his interest with the same amount of passion as he did.

He was so mesmerized by her that he barely noticed her catching him looking and waving at him through the glass wall. He hastily waved back and swallowed harshly, stepping inside the lab he had given her, which was the one as close to his as possible.

“Hey.” He smiled as she took a break from her tinkering. “You’re up early.”

She looked up at the clock on the wall which stood at barely six in the morning. She shrugged, smiling warmly and being much more awake than him. “I went to bed early last night.” She explained and he wished the same would apply to him. It felt as if his body could shut down at any second.

“Oh, likewise.” He huffed, attempting to sound reassuring but only exaggerating his nervousness. “Got some good shuteye and now I’m ready for the day.”

“Really? Those bags under your eyes says otherwise.” She raised a brow and watched the dark and sulking skin under his reddened eyes which were begging for sleep.

He rubbed his free hand up and down his neck, forcing a smile to not let his spirits drag her beautiful soul down. “Okay, so maybe I didn’t get as much as I wanted, but I’m still ready to work.”

She stood up from her seat with a hopeless sigh, walking towards him. Tony froze as she walked around him and placed her hands on his shoulders.

“You need sleep, Tony. You’re always working and it’s taking its toll. I mean, geez, your muscles are ridiculously in need of this right now.” She said and squeezed his shoulders, rubbing her thumbs into the muscles with whatever skill she had learnt from practicing on others.

“Oh yeah, whatever, little to the left.” He said sarcastically whilst putting his coffee down, knowing it’d put a smile on her face.

She chuckled behind him and squeezed a wince out of him by roughing her grip on his shoulders again. “Stop! It’s not funny, okay?” She spoke between her ceasing laughter. “This is about your health and you need to take it more seriously.”

“I am taking it seriously. I’m having you massage my shoulders.” He said just as cockily as before, but this time she didn’t laugh. Instead, she grabbed his shoulders and spun him around to truly lecture him, but the surprisingly close space between them rendered her silent.

Her hands were on his shoulders, her eyes locked onto his lips before moving up to his warm, brown, eyes. He was equally as lost in her. His eyes weren’t able to tear away from her own lips, not even when he noticed how she looked up into his eyes. He was barely in control of his right hand that slowly began to move from her hip and up her side. Her arms reached further and her hands traveled from his shoulders to the back of his neck and he could feel her cautiously pull him down for her but it was there he snapped out of it.

“I’m-” He felt pathetic, tears burning in his eyes and threatening to slip. “I can’t.”

She didn’t know what to say to that.

“You’re-” He didn’t know what to say either. He let his eyes flutter close as if Y/N would go away if he did.

“I’m what?” Her voice broke and his heart ached at her fear of not being good enough for him. If she only knew how opposite their reality was.

“You’re young…” He couldn’t leave her to imagination. He didn’t have the heart. “You’re too young…”

She was at a loss of words at first, but she had always been quick witted, another quality he loved about her amongst the dozens of others. “I’m twenty five, Tony. There’s just…”

“Over two decades between us.” He completed her sentence.

“Why does that matter? Is it because of your own opinion, or because of others?” She retorted instantly. He didn’t want to answer that question. She would end up being right in the end and he would end up torturing himself for submitting.

“Because I’m old enough to be your father-”

“But you’re not.” She closed the space between them again and he couldn’t tear away as she placed one hand over his cheek, using the other one to guide his hand back to her side. “You’re not my father. You’re my coworker, my friend… And I can’t be the only one of us that have felt the electricity between us the past, few months.”

She wasn’t. Every day he would be tortured by her. She felt like the forbidden fruit to him, testing his temptation.

“Please tell me I’m not standing here and you don’t feel a thing for me?“

“God no.” He couldn’t let her continue on that track. “Of course I feel something too, Y/N, but it’s not right. I should know better.”

“You shouldn’t.” She attempted to pull him down to her again and he gave in slightly, causing her lips to practically move over his as she spoke. “Who says this isn’t right? I sure as hell don’t.”

“Well, the rest of the world does…” He sighed, shutting his eyes and inhaling her calming scent.

“Why would you care about the rest of the world? They don’t have anything to do with us…” She stood up on her tiptoes and reached for his lips with her own, but he pulled back once more, no intention of submitting to her again.

“Y/N, please… This is already difficult for me…” He pleaded and she was beginning to feel how much of a fool she was making of herself by continuing to push Tony. “Don’t make it any harder.”

She felt the embarrassment creep up her cheeks, wanting nothing more than to reverse time and tell Tony she was busy as he had came into her workshop. “Sorry…”

That single word had been like a knife through his heart. He wanted to grab her, kiss her like the world depended on it, but he remained still. He watched the hope in her eyes of something more than coworkers vanish gradually until it was gone.

“I’m gonna go now…” She stated as she began to move towards the door out. He was too lost in his own thoughts to do the right thing and leave her alone in her lab. Instead, he watched her leave him, regretting everything he had said and done.


It had been a week of horrid conversations where they would barely exchange a couple of words. The team had noticed since day one and the anxious awkwardness was starting to leave permanent damages. The more time that went by the more it felt as if their relationship would remain like that forever.

He was sat in his private lounge, slowly sipping on some bourbon and watching the landing slide which hovered above the balcony, when the elevator dinged and the doors opened up.

It was Y/N.

“Hi…” She forced a smile, watching Tony hastily put down his drink and get up from the couch, turning towards her.

“Hello…” His lips parted, barely believing she was speaking to him. He glanced down her clothes which were promotional of Stark Industries, yet she looked as good as ever.

“I was just worried since you missed dinner.” She looked behind him to his drink before meeting his eyes again. She could tell how little sleep he must have gotten. He looked awful, like he hadn’t slept for the entire week since their moment in her lab.

“I did?” He questioned, looking down at the watch wrapped around his wrist to see it was nearing midnight to his surprise. “I- I didn’t realize…”

“I was also wondering what we are going to do about this?” She motioned between them. “I can’t live here if this… Cold shoulder, is going to last. I don’t have a problem in moving I could go back to-”

“Don’t.” He warned her, walking up to the elevator where she remained. “Don’t finish that sentence.”

“I’m not joking, Tony, don’t you realize that? I understand that I crossed the line this past weekend and you have every right to ignore me, but I can’t have this in my life. This… Denial, this neglect…”

He looked down her plum lips, feeling the bourbon wander to his mind and cloud his judgment. “Please don’t move…” He begged, taking yet another step closer and becoming just as close as the time where their feelings had begun to reveal.

“Don’t be so cold towards me.” She bargained, hoping he would accept her offer. She looked up at him and saw how he evidently had his stare glued to her lips and not her eyes, her pure reflexes parting her lips which had became Tony’s invitation.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, feeling the sweet taste of white wine from the long dinner she had surely had with the others. He let his right hand rest beneath her ear and his left one at her back, bringing her closer and sighing as she wrapped her arms around his neck, their kiss deepening.

“Tony…” She attempted but was cut off by his lips wrapping around her own. She couldn’t resist him. She wanted her common sense to take action but she had felt something for Tony for too long to deny his incredibly joyful kisses.

She felt his hands inch down, passing over her behind, before resting at her thighs where he launched her up to wrap her legs around his abdomen. She complied and let him carry her to the backless part of the lounge sofa where he laid her down carefully.

“I love you.” He emitted from nowhere, making her hand push him away from her to meet his stare.

“What?” She didn’t want to believe it.

“I love you… I love you, I love you, I love you. I’ll say it a thousand times more because it’s the truth.” His hips moved down to between her legs as he leaned in for another kiss, savoring her lips.

“However much I want to believe this, you’ve been drinking tonight.

“That’s my first glass.” He answered truthfully, although she found that hard to believe. “I swear to you Y/N, this is me talking, not the liquor.”

“Really?” She questioned. “Then hoe come you changed your mind? Last Saturday you sounded pretty clear in what you wanted.”

She allowed him to dip down for yet another kiss and her stomach fluttered as his tongue slid against her gracing lips, sending a shiver through her body which left goosebumps in its wake.

“Because of what you said. Why should I care about the rest of the world? They don’t have a goddamn thing to do with you and I.

“Tony…” She knew he was tipsy, no matter what he said. He kissed her again and she sighed at the sweet sensation. “If you can, without regret, kiss me in the morning? Then we can talk… I don’t want you to do something that you’ll regret.”

He let out a long and deep breath, looking down to where their bodies met as he hovered above her.

He gave in. “Alright. Tomorrow morning.” It sounded almost like a promise.


She heard a knock on her door at seven in the morning. She hurried to get dressed, too newly awoken to have any clear thoughts. She rushed to the door as the third knock erupted and opened it up. In the hallway outside stood Tony, a look of determination on his face.

Just as the silence between them began to grow too long and she was about to break it by saying something, Tony crossed the space between them and kissed her again. She allowed herself to mold into his arms and enjoy the feeling of his gentle lips against hers.

“See?” He said as he broke loose, chest heaving. “No regrets.”

She looked up into his innocent eyes. “Really?” She couldn’t help but question. He had seemed so determined when they first spoke about whatever it was they had between them. To see such a drastic change seemed too good to be true.

“Two hundred… I’m so sorry that I rejected you before, so sorry for the things I said. That’s not how I feel… This is.” He kissed her again and together they stumbled into her bedroom until they backed up against a wall.

She chuckled as they clumsily moved around, her hands holding herself steady on his sturdy shoulders.


He rushed around the car to get the door for her. She rolled her eyes at his hopeless need to be a gentlemen to her at all times, yet smiling as widely as ever at his kind gesture.

Two months had passed since the kiss in her bedroom. Together they had planned and thought of a way to let the team know what was happening, even if most of them had felt the loving warmth that had erupted between one another.

“You ready?” Tony asked as he laced his fingers with hers in front of the five star restaurant he had booked entirely for the team to have a dinner at. She shook her head no but smiled, tightening the grip of his hand which, was as much of a yes as he was going to get.

They walked inside together a few minutes passed the scheduled time to have everyone gathered. As the doors opened up at their arrival, the entire team turned towards them, their eyes lowering to where Tony and Y/N’s hands were connected.

“Sorry we’re late.” Tony apologized as he led Y/N to her seat and pushed the chair in after her before taking his own seat. “Traffic was awful.”

“Like traffic is the thing we want to be talking about right now?” Rhodes said, pulling his head back and raising his brows as he looked between the two.

3

May 22nd, 2017 — yas. econ notes. again c:

my kittycat was sleeping on the backdrop I wanted to use for my studyblr photos » didn’t wanna disturb lil furball’s beauty sleep, so I included her in the shots :3 accidentally woke her up a moment later tho hahah.

also, thank you for all the kind words, messages and congratulations on my first big milestone! ahhh I love you all so much 💕

my posts | tracking #bunnynichole

How could I ever possibly explain that whenever I look at you I feel as if my heart is pounding a thousand miles, and my face hurts too much from smiling at the thought of you?

How could I ever tell you that your eyes have this kind of sparkle in it that makes me nervous but at the same time fall even more in love with you?

How could I ever tell you that whenever you’re near me, my thoughts ramble and sometimes I forget what I’m about to say just because the sight of you always manages to take the breath from my lungs?

How would I ever be able to put into words that you make me feel alive again after months of being dead inside? How could I possibly tell you that ever since I’ve met you, there’s nothing else I would rather stare at then you.

I’m in love with sunsets, and every night I used to watch the sun go down and adore the colors that rippled through the sky. But ever since I met you, it’s you who I can’t keep my eyes off. I’d rather admire you then the colors in the sky. Nothing could ever be more beautiful, my love, you are exquisite. And everything about you has me so awestruck. I could find everything about you so poetic and beautiful but when it comes to writing it down, my mind is always left blank.

You are poetry. And my words that are left unspoken sometimes just prove that there isn’t any word in the English language to describe your worth, and your beauty. And the love that I have for you.

—  S.V//@Sempiternal.poet on Instagram

Filler Time


This time on Kali. 
Sorry for doing these long things. I really do just need something so my blog isn’t completely slow.
Just until I’m done with my finals. This week. Okay, here goes.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

do u have any thoughts on fallen angel parnasse and enjolras interaction on keeping their secret/being the only angels they know? do they meet up for cofee every few months to discuss and check in? are they defensive of each other but in a 'i'd rather choke than look at u but if someone was trying to fuck w u they'd be very dead very quickly' kind of way? when parnasse meets jehan is enjolras smug or concerned or protective? ❂‿❂ i loved ur au and have so many questions!!

Ask related to this post about Enjolras and Montarnasse being fallen angels

It would be an understatement to say they don’t like each other. They don’t understand each other. Montparnasse doesn’t get Enjolras “boy scout always fighting for the greater good” mentality and Enjolras doesn’t understand Montparnasse’s egotism and pleasure-seeking lifestyle. They both think the other feel for stupid reasons.

But at the same time, it’s hard, being one of a kind. There are things they can’t tell their friends. Montparnasse can’t tell Claquesous he can feel his wings sometimes, like a phantom limb. Enjolras can’t tell Combeferre about how he misses the feeling of his grace glowing in his chest, that feeling of inner peace.

It’s hard. So they do keep in touch, no matter how they dislike each other.

When Montparnasse and Jehan start revolving around each other, Enjolras gets concerned. Montparnasse fell out of sheer narcissicm and corruption, didn’t he? “I swear to god, Parnasse if you corrupt Jehan I’ll-” “Oh Enjolras,, don’t you know it’s bad to speak Dad’s name in vain? Maybe that’s why you fell, you potty mouth.”

But Montparnasse has no intention to corrupt Jehan. He’s just… curious. And charmed. For some reason he can’t fathom, Jehan isn’t scared of him in the slightest, and they’re equally curious. He likes that. Plus, it’s not like Enjolras is unsensitive to human charm, is it?

“Maybe you loved humanity so much that you finally fell for that human of yours.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t.”

willky12  asked:

I love your blog. I think yours was the second story that I followed seriously and I have read every word you have written! Your writing style is intelligent, witty and full of ridiculous high drama and I cannot miss a single post now. What I particularly like is how you can provoke people into such differing opinions on characters, and allow them their opinion. You weave common problems, like addiction and loss, into your stories with a believable and sensitive touch. ❤️

OH MY GOSH KYLIE, I was so shocked and thrilled to receive such a kind, heartening and generous message, I almost dissolved into a puddle! I am so happy you enjoy my story and I really don’t know what else to say apart from the deepest, most heartfelt thank you. 

Thank you!  ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Supportive Clarus

I was thinking about that supportive Clarus in Gladnis AU post and I’ve tried to come up with more headcanons like

  • Tbh Clarus could tell there would be a connection the moment baby Gladio met baby Ignis and first thing he did was hold his hands out to put his palms on baby Ignis’ eyes, thing that baby Gladio did to stuff he found to be specially pretty; he just hadn’t understood what kind of connection until they came to this (that is if they met as babies, I’m not sure when they met).

  • At first Clarus feels a bit awkward because of who his son is dating, not because it’s about a guy but because it’s a guy he personally works with- he’s office co-worker to his son’s partner, so it feels a bit strange. 

  • Ignis tries very hard not to show it, but Clarus notices everytime the young adviser is a bit troubled by sitting and walking normally. So that makes Clarus very awkward for the rest of the day. Very.

  • Not that Ignis is bad at hiding it; Clarus just has a very perceptive eye.

  • I just hope they’re using protection…

  • First time Ignis has dinner with the Amicitia, Clarus personally cooks and Ignis feels a bit upset and in panic he’s not in the kitchen too.

  • “Gladio, I’m the guest, your boyfriend, and I theorically work for him. I should be making him happy and comfortable, not him serving me.”
  • “Iggy that doesn’t make sense.”

  • Ignis shows himself specially quiet during that dinner: he gets awkward because he deeply cares about the impression he’s leaving there so if I speak too much he will think I am troubles; if I don’t speak more he will think I’m personally upset in this situation. Do I eat more slowly or faster? Is it an insult if I pick my food from left to right? Omg. What do I do. What do I say. Gladio help me.

  • Clarus is quiet too, but tries really hard (awkwardly, but he really does try) to earn some conversation with him.

  • Iris ends up saving the day and making it the less awkward as possible for both sides.

  • After dinner Gladio goes to drop Ignis at his apartment and after thanking him he’s like “Also, I didn’t expect that you’d tell your dad what my favorite meal is. He did perfect, but it wasn’t necessary.”

  • Gladio smiles at him and kisses his eye like “I didn’t tell him.”
  • Ignis is puzzled because “Was it Iris? Does she even know?”
  • “Iggy, you’re adorable but a bit dumb. He knows himself.”

  • Ignis is flustered and instantly blushing mad in the face because he’s in the realization that his father-in-law may seem quiet, dry and maybe even distant at times, but he cares for Ignis far more than he really does show.
  • Indeed he’s so moved that second dinner with the Amicitia is faaar more comfortable bc he just relaxes; the man makes him feel he’s in family, so there’s more conversation and laughter this time. 

  • First time Clarus called Ignis by “son” he got all awkward by remembering he was Gladio’s boyfriend.
  • “It’s okay, son. I meAN IGNIS. I mean…Scientia. Ignis. Son. As in…it was a nickname. I do not…uhm…never mind. I’m sorry, Ignis.”
  • Ignis understands it was just a nickname, but also understands Clarus second-interpreted it as “son-in-law” as if it was about a married couple, and that’s why he got awkward. “It’s fine, Mr. Amicitia.” 

  • Clarus gets to know Ignis so well without noticing that he is who suggests most what to gift him at random times.
  • “Look, a cooking book. Ignis would like that. You should but it and give it to him. Add it to the cart, I’ll pay.”
  • “I think this is Ignis’ size. It seems to be his style. Do you think he’ll like it? Add it to the cart, I’ll pay.”
  • “The other day I saw Ignis using his phone…it seemed a bit outdated. We could get him a new one.”
  • “Ignis likes this magazine. Take two.”
  • “Dad, you buy more things for Ignis than you ever buy for me or Iris.”
  • “That’s not true.”
  • It totally is true. The man silently adores Ignis to levels not even he understands or notices himself.

  • Clarus forever changes the coffee brand he’s used to in his house for Ebony.
  • “Ignis likes it, doesn’t he? We should have some in case he visits.”

  • Except all the things he does for Ignis’ wellbeing and happiness stay all in the dark. Clarus is not one to brag about or explicitly recall on “it’s Ebony, by the way”. He will just serve the damn coffee.
  • Ignis ackowledges all the nice things Clarus does for him, though. He, as silently, is grateful for it.

  • After a couple years of relationship, Clarus deals with some comments at the Citadel of the sort: “Clarus, the thing between your son and Scientia’s has gone on for too long. Don’t you think it’s time to do something about it? Get in between, I mean. Talk them into understanding. I mean, prince Noctis is going to have a heir of his own one day…Gladiolus needs to drop a future Shield of the King, and Ignis a future adviser. They need of women.”

  • Clarus, usually polite and decent with his Citadel co workers, suddenly frowns at them and starts listing.

  • “First of all, women are human beings with emotions and aspirations, not baby delivery machines.

  • Second off, my son is more than just my last name. He’s my family, and a human being. He will spend his future with whoever he chooses to.

  • Last off, it would be idiotic of me to tell my son apart of Ignis. Ignis Scientia may not be perfect, but he’s a hard-working, mature and wonderful man, with a loyalty not found anywhere, and an intelligence that surpasses the average. He’s strong, smart and kind to ridiculous levels. He cares for the people he loves more than he cares for himself, and would gladly give his life for prince Noctis or king Regis. He may not be able to genetically give my son a kid of his own, but he doesn’t need that to make him the happiest man of Eos, and that’s all that matters.

  • If they decide to not leave any heirs to their titles, that is their choice to make, not ours. And if they ever do decide otherwise, and with Ignis as the wonderful human being that he is by his side, I would be the proudest, happiest grandparent in all of Eos to the Amicitia-Scientia without a single doubt.

  • I thank your worry, but I could not care less about it. Have a nice day gentlemen.”

  • Ignis had been on his way to deliver some papers to the other side of the building, and accidentally heard the starting of the conversation- stayed behind the door all over the rest.

  • Having heard it all, Ignis’ currently containing the tears and failing and he suddenly doesn’t care about his work and just runs to the training hall, interrupts Gladio’s training, and hugs him like the world’s about to end.

  • Gladio’s all puzzled because omg no, why are you crying, why are you crying so much, what do I do, what happened, Ignis who died.

  • Ignis won’t tell him until later because he just can’t speak: Clarus loves him more than Ignis thought. And I love him more than he knows, too.

  • One of the last things Clarus said to Ignis before the party left Insomnia was “Ignis, I will miss you dearly. Have fun, take care. And be aware that, whether you and my son stay together or not in a future, you will always be a son to me. Okay?”

  • That was one of the few times Ignis lost his sense of formality and just hugged the man who is his dad a million times more than his real dad has ever been.


Agh I love supportive Clarus SO MUCH.
I think I just made a tiny fic of sorts rather than headcanons. Oh well. Still posting this because I love the fluff.

heyo it's a me

please like-reblog if you post/reblog any of these!! i’m trying to find a lot of other fellow blogs out there who like some of the same stuff as me:))

- Panic! at the disco
- Tom Holland
- Sebastian Stan
- Older movies (80s ish)
- Star wars
- Gwen Poole
- Spider-gwen
- pretty sunsets (okay idk what to put for that so yeah)
- the outsiders (i still love them dearly)
- movie reccomendations
- tutorials of any kind i need them
- steve rogers
- comics literally yes
- good books
- especially PJO and HoO
- just funny shit posts

2

Sarah J. Maas book signing update

I was so happy to finally meet her after loving her books since 2012 that I had a complete emotional breakdown. She gave me a hug and told me she liked my jacket, which might have made me cry even more. You’d never guess that she’d been on tour for weeks (we were the last stop on her tour) because she was so lovely and kind to everyone. It was amazing to meet the person who has been an inspiration and honestly a hero to me for the past few years.

I’ll post more about the Q&A once I regain control of my emotions.

bharatanatyamandballet  asked:

I'm so happy for you love!! No matter what you put yourself out there and I'm SURE Candice appreciated it so much and was so happy to see you again because you're so lovely💜☺️ so it's a win all around!!💜💜

Love you hun! Thanks for the constant support. Candice is too kind.

LOL! How could Brandon do you like that? He should have let you ask CP at your own pace. Damn, but at least it’s out of the way.

Brandon didn’t force lol! He was just being nosey and wanted to know what we were saying, he should’ve helped lol! 

“A wild Fowsia appears. Local Pokemon trainer Grant comes in and says “I see you everywhere!” LMAO!

I’m gonna post the video of our interactions here soon lol! 

I NEED TO FOLLOW MORE BLOGS

My dash is kind of dead so please like/reblog this post if you reblog:

-Little Witch Academia stuff (especially Dianakko)
-Overwatch stuff
-Yuri stuff
-Aesthetic posts
(Other fandoms I’m into are: RWBY, love live, touhou, kancolle, snk and whatever is gay)

I will 100% follow you. (I’m tired of seeing same things whenever i refresh my dash)

On writing & the fandom feedback imbalance...

Ok so I try not to really go on rants too often unless it’s a topic that relates to me, both directly and exclusively, but this is one I’ve been sitting on for a long time. Before I say anything, please understand that I love and appreciate every single one of my readers and followers, my supporters at every level, and have great respect for artists of every kind. These opinions are simply that, and while I have been active in fandoms online for nearly fifteen years now (I’m older than you think, kids, lmao) my thoughts are not the definitive ones. I just want to share them as food for your own thoughts.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

backiesand8(.)tumblr(.)com/post/132410351373/nicklas-backstrom-on-why-he-had-decided-to-play-in oh my god so nicklas backstrom/alex ovechkin are a "you can see it if you squint" kind of ship that shows up occasionally in some of your posts and I didn't really acknowledge it before but I keep seeing gifsets and you reblogged that thing of ovi being nervous about calling nicky up on draft day and then I saw this unbelievable rom com shit on my dash and now I'm on their AO3 tag SHIT IM IN TOO DEEP

fUCK ovi is so romantic and shy!!!!! 

i always imagine them as the parent couple. like if sid and geno are in the puppy love stage and geno planning promposals for sid, then ovi is the Awkward DadTM who exaggerates on how “Nicky fall for me so fast. Because i’m so romantic,” when what he really did was beg Nicky for a date for three weeks straight in college until Nicky said verbatim, very dryly, “Okay. I guess. I’m done with midterms, anyways. Please stop calling me.” 

(And Nicky only shows how much he cares for Ovi when Ovi gets a fever and Nicky stayed by his bedside for the whole day.)

Note: Please do not delete the caption or self-promote. If you do, you will be automatically disqualified.

Hi lovelies! In honor of reaching 1k followers, I have decided to launch my very first favourites! Ya’ll have been so kind and wonderful ever since I joined Tumblr. Anyone is welcome to participate in my faves! You don’t need to have a similar blog style to mine.

Rules:

  • must be following me
  • reblog this post to enter (likes will be counted as bookmarks only)

Perks:

  • a follow from me (if I haven’t already)
  • a new Tumblr friend (me hehe)
  • you will be featured on this page
  • I will queue from you from either this blog or my side blog, Mihlans

Higher chances:

  • reblog this post lots of times (this makes me notice you)
  • talk to me (highest chance over here!)
  • follow my side blog, Mihlans (a fashion, boho, indie, and tropical blog)
  • follow my magazine blog, Taffeta
  • must be active and friendly to your followers

Other:

  • banner made by me
  • photo credit from Pinterest
  • I will be choosing my faves when I’m happy with the notes!
  • if this flops, let’s just pretend it didn’t happen :))

Happy reblogging!

Lots of love, Callie

@sokoistrying tagged me, i love stuff like this!!~

Name: Alyona

Nickname: L or Lens (also hedgehog but it was a long time ago)

Gender: intergender

Orientation: homosexual

Ethnicity: russian

Star Sign: aries

Height: 158 cm

Time right now: 11:54 pm

Last thing I googled: order pizza online

Favorite Band(s): Twenty One Pilots

Favorite Solo Artist(s): Beyonce

Song stuck in your head: Matilda by Alt-J

Last movie I watched: La La Land i think

Last TV show I watched: Steven Universe (rewatched)

When did you create your blog:  2014

What kind of stuff do you post: my drawings and answers on messages in asbox i guess

When did your blog reach its peak: somewhere in december or january i think

Do you have any other blogs: @yellow-lens-shit for reblogs

Do you get asks regularly: yup. really happy bc of it

Why you chose your URL: it was just a random shit but then my bro was like “yo that’s because you look at the world like through yellow glasses?? bc u r really cheerful and loving and like everythink yellow/sunny??” so now on i’m gonna pretend that’s what my url was originated from

Following: 210

Posts: 606

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Pokémon Team: Instinct

Favorite colors: yellow and lavender

Average hours of sleep: 7

Lucky Numbers: 7 and 13 lol

Favorite manga characters: Olivier Mira Armstrong

How many blankets do you sleep with: 1 (2-3 in winter)

Dream job: concept artist or comics artist

Dream trip: Thailand

Favorite book(s): still Harry Potter

What I’m wearing at the moment: black shorts, bolshoi theatre t-shirt and a hoodie

Tag someone: i tag everyone who wants to do thing too and you guys

@fischy-felix @lizziebeth-hd @rego-mem @jelixpo @missmblaah @odarlino @noxatn @cloudedfelix

u can just ignore it oops

ESO Morrowind Discussion on Sotha Sil: Spoilers.

Regarding the post I just saw about Sotha Sil and the Dunmer’s opinions on Lorkhan, and Daedra…

Stop the bellyaching, have an open mind.

The Tribunal are not the Dunmer. They’re not a reflection of their worshippers, not really. They love them, serve them in kind, but Almalexia, Vivec, Sotha Sil, they’ve never been chained down by what others believe. How is Sotha Sil’s Aedric beliefs and teachings a slight against lore of the Dunmer? There’s a reason that the Tribunal are no longer loved there, and I believe that ESO is expanding on what we learned in Skyrim. 

I had a pit in my stomach reading what @kagrenacs shared. Spoiler warning, the stuff about the Daedra not truly existing for one, that Anu is the 1 and Padomay is the 0. Hello, binary code anyone, so cool lol.

But well, that’s what TES lore does, it’s not supposed to be expected, it’s supposed to intrigue and surprise, go against what we THOUGHT we knew. Sotha Sil is a scientist, he doesn’t go along with the notions of others. He’s a living god, he doesn’t have to. A living god that tapped into the power of Lorkhan himself. You’d have to have some audacity already to do something like that, so claiming Lorkhan was a trickster and the like isn’t really that shocking for someone who did that.

His self exile due to his knowledge, from what I read may even have something to do with his knowledge. He I’m sure knows it wouldn’t be well received. 

And what he’s saying isn’t all that revolutionary, the Daedra came from Padomay, the void, the nothing. Nothing personified. The space between the Aedric planes literally means Oblivion, aka TES space, where the planets that are the Aedra lie. 

We’ve known this, it’s in the lore. Sotha Sil is saying so, bluntly. This is in my opinion a physical representation of why Daedra are eternal. They are the darkness of space, the absence of. That is something that will always be. 

And you cant be, without the presence of the not. Time and space are one. Binary code needs the 0 and the 1. Anu is the positive, Padomay is the negative. Sithis is literally called the void, Lorkhan is the Space God to Akatosh’s Time Dragon. The two cannot be without one another.

So basically I don’t get what there is to be so upset about, it’s not like Sotha Sil proclaimed himself an atheist. He’s talking Aurbis physics at this point. 

When 1 and zero are together, you get 1…

If a time of Anu comes to Nirn, a chaotic padomaic plane made anuic, the plane where many daedric lords got their spheres from in the first place, just as Jyggalag was made to Sheogorath, it makes sense that such a change to Nirn could negatively effect the Padomaic daedra around it.

bynightafangirl replied to your post “bynightafangirl replied to your post “Post-Episode Thoughts” …”

I think my biggest stumbling block with Laura was how self-absorbed she was. She was so selfish. She resented the world, the Gods, her job, her friends, her family, Shadow, even her cat because they didn’t make her happy. It just rubbed me all kinds of wrong.

Essentially, that’s it in a nutshell. You summed it up perfectly. I feel like Laura was just using the people in her life to make herself feel better. She stayed with Shadow knowing that she didn’t love him because it made her feel better. She fooled around with Robbie because it made her feel better. But after awhile, those things no longer fulfilled her or made her feel alive. In the beginning, they probably did but it didn’t last.

She did those things because she wanted to feel alive. All of these things made her feel alive - hooking up with the thief she just met at her job, talking her husband into robbing the casino where she worked knowing it was impossible to do, sleeping with her best friend’s husband/husband’s best friend. Just compare Shadow & Laura’s first sexual encounter versus how she looked having sex with him after they got married. The different is their first time was new, exciting, and different, and Laura likes engaging in risky behavior because it makes her feel alive. I’m sure it stems from whatever was going on with her mentally, but it’s still a pretty shitty thing to do. Using other people to make yourself feel better without any regard for their feelings and how they’re being affected by it. She needed professional help, and she just never did anything about it.