i see you winding

Here’s the thing about selkies: they’re creatures of water. Our air is their water, in a way. Have you ever noticed how streams of water over your face make you blink and shut your eyes? The wind does the same thing to them.


If you ever see humans with eyes too big, too limpid, that cannot stay open against a gust, make sure you don’t fall in love.

It can be painful. Especially if they can never look at you.


I control the winds, you see. All the air that runs through this city (never mind its name) is mine while it is here. In a way, the life that lives here is mine, too. I am the gardener, you see.


I do not boast when I say I am the best gardener for miles. I sow more seeds, plant more things than the average green thumb could aspire to. I am the one who carries the pollen around, making more of the beautiful flora that this quaint little city is known for. I don’t bother the soils too much, instead blow fallen greenery into it. Fertile soils, you see. And I do more than that. I pick just the right plants so that there’s always flowers around, always light and joy. Just the right flowers that are always close at hand to spark the blossomings of romance. 


It is one of my hobbies (indeed there are many) to blow hair just the right way, to cause eyelashes to flutter, precious things snatched out of hands, blown just the right way, into the right hands. I am the reason the eyes meet, the reason for shy smiles and spontaneous offers of “Coffee, sometime?”


There is nothing I love more than watching love blossom among my loves, my loves that populate thus city with their busy, determined faces that would too easily forget to “Stop awhile, and smell the roses”, if I weren’t around to remind them.


So I sow my seeds and watch patiently as flowers and romance bloom hand in hand. Daffodils, Camellia and Bloodroot in spring, more Sunflowers that the eye can follow in summer, deep, red roses in the fall, and Snapdragons and Daisies to tide through the winter. I watch the flushed cheeks and wonder, with a bittersweet ache in my chest.


And then all of a sudden, cutting into my world like a winter wind, came Nerida. I watched with wonder the thick brown waves that flowed down her back, a flower I had never seen before in her hair. Waterborn. I wondered at how she could not hold her ground against even the tiniest of my breezes, blinking as if someone had thrown cold water across her face. But that was the thing. Cold water across her face wouldn’t even make her flicker. It was me. The deep rooted ancestral dislike of the air and those who breathed it. The fact that it felt like a slap across the face, even after the water had been diluted many, many times over with blood.


The bittersweet ache was replaced by a rush of a different kind of pain. The pain that tore and rented, fed you a mixture of hope and despair until there was only chaos, and only one thing to dispel it.


The flowers began to grow wild, and they were mixtures of flowers of celebration and mourning. The chaos was still beautiful, and I could see her watching it in delight. The flower in her hair never wilted.


I noticed something odd. She seemed to have taken it into her head that she would face the winds with a will. She would often sit in the midst of the clusters of flowers, forcing her eyes open, joy lighting up her face when she managed to keep it up a little longer than the last time.


How could I stay away? I began to help her with her struggle, starting with just whiffs of wind that got stronger and stronger, until nothing short of a gust could make her press the long lashes together.


As I watched the joy move across her face (I would never tire of that), she looked straight up at me and smiled. The rush that went through me blew her eyes shut, but they were open again in an instant. She spoke to me as only selkies and cats can, with a drawn out blink that means more than words ever could, and confers worlds. I could feel the flowers rejoicing around me as I blinked slowly, rapturously back.


Ooh, I really wanted to get in on the selkies fun like everyone else, and this time I finally could, thanks to @caffeinewitchcraft. Of course, it’s nowhere near as moving as her story with Isolde (I still fangirl over that), but perhaps a little story to make your day a little brighter. *stares longingly into the sunset, wishing for a love life* Hope you guys have fun!!!

The Signs as Iconic Monsters From 1980s Fantasy Films

Aries: the Skeksis

Taurus: the Red Bull

Gemini: the Eborsisk

Cancer: Beetlejuice

Leo: Ludo

Virgo: the Ohmu

Libra: the Luckdragon

Scorpio: the Horrible Will Vinton Claymation Nome King

Sagittarius: the Horned King

Capricorn: That Beholder-Thingy Lo Pan Used

Aquarius: the Darkness/Tim Curry Satan

Pices: the Ray Harryhausen Kraken

Ophiuchus: the Rodents of Unusual Size

Sorry, for making you guys wait for so long, but to make it up to you I think this is the longest imagine I have ever written. I hope you’ll enjoy. I also combined two reqests for this one. I hope that’s okay.

Request: Could you write an imagine about Ivar getting wounded in battle and the reader takes care of him? Thank you.

Request: Are you taking requests at all? If so could you do one where the reader takes control in bed and Ivar has to sit back and take it?

Warning: This contains smut and blood, the essentials of the Ivar fandom.

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You pulled your sword back and the soldier in front of you dropped to the ground. You turned, looking for your next opponent but no one was there. It took you a moment to realize that there was no one left. The battle was over. The last few survivors of the once large hostile army were fleeing to save their lives. All around you the warriors started to cheer in triumph, you would have joined in but for some reason you didn’t feel joyful at all. You were still panting but the rush of the battle slowly died down. And as the adrenalin left you, the strange feeling that something was wrong only grew bigger. You tried to tell yourself that you were only worried because Ivar wasn’t beside you like usually. He always stayed close to you in battle and you were used to fight side by side with him, often even riding in his chariot with him. But today you had somehow been separated. In the immediate rush of battle you hadn’t thought much about it but now that you were calming down you felt worry sneaking into your heart. You looked around, hoping to spot Ivar somewhere.

You could see Hvitserk with a small group of warriors not far from you. They were still cheering and slapping each other’s shoulders. Ivar was nowhere to be seen, so you went over to his brother.

“Y/N.” He greeted, a wide smile on his face. “Good to see you in one piece.”

You nodded. ”You too. Have you seen Ivar?”

“Not since before the battle. Was he not with you?”

“He was, but we got separated.”

Hvitserk must have noticed your worried tone. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I’m sure he is okay. It takes more than a few Saxons to kill him.”

You gave him a half-hearted smile. “You’re probably right. See you later at the camp.”

With that you turned to look for Ivar again. You climbed up a small hill so that you could overlook the other side of the battlefield that was lying behind it. When you made it to the top you gasped in shock. You could see Ivar’s chariot, the white horse was covered in blood and had started to graze between the fallen warriors but Ivar was nowhere to be seen. You felt your stomach twist with fear. As you hurried towards the empty chariot you heard someone call your name. You turned to see Ubbe running up to you. By the look on his face you could tell that something was wrong.

“Where is Ivar?” You asked him, your voice sounding strange and high pitched.

“He was wounded. We already brought him back to the camp.”

Panic shot through you and you felt your legs start to tremble. “I have to see him.” You said, your voice shaking. Although you weren’t sure you could trust your legs to support you, you started to stride towards camp. As you walked past Ubbe he caught you in his arms.

“Y/N, wait. Calm down. It is not that bad. I’m sure he will be fine.”

“I have to see him.” You repeated stubbornly and tried to wind yourself out of his arms.

Ubbe looked at you with pitying eyes for a moment, but then let go of you. “Alright, I will come with you.”

You stormed into the tent where the wounded were treated and searched the rows of bleeding warriors. When your eyes fell upon Ivar you felt like your heart stopped for a moment. He was lying on his back with his eyes closed. As you got closer you could see that a long cut had gone through his armor. Blood was oozing out of it and running down his side. Cold fear began to rise inside you, but with it came a stubborn determination. You would not lose him.

“Why is no one tending to him?” Your voice was fierce and demanding.

At the sound of your voice Ivar opened his eyes. He looked tired and was a little pale but he smiled at you. You ran to his side and dropped to your knees, clutching to him as if your life depended on it.

He chuckled. “Are you trying to squeeze all the blood out of me, woman?”

You softened your grip around him. “I was so worried. When Ubbe said you had been wounded…”

“Shhh. There’s no need to worry. It’s nothing.”

Seeing all the blood that covered his chest and ran down his side, you weren’t fully convinced by his words.

Ivar’s eyes had followed your gaze. “I said there’s no need to worry. Most of that blood isn’t mine anyways.”

You ignored him and rose to your feet to stop one of the women that were hurrying along the rows of the wounded. Most of the women that did not fight in the shieldwall were assigned to take care of those who were wounded in battle.

“Why is no one tending to him?” You repeated your question from earlier.

“Because his wound isn’t that deep. We have much more serious cases to deal with first, so even a prince will have to wait.” With that she shoved you out of the way and scurried off.

You thought about calling her back when heard Ivar chuckle.

“I told you it is nothing. Do you believe me now?”

“No.” You said stubbornly and turned to Ubbe who was still standing close to the entrance, trying his best not to be in the way. “Can you help me bring him to our tent?”

“Why do want to bring him there?”

“I will take care of his wounds myself. Now come help me.”

You could see a pleased smirk grow on Ivar’s face, he seemed to like the thought of you tending to him instead of some old woman.

It was quite a struggle to get Ivar into your tent with him wounded and only Ubbe to help you, but you finally managed to lay him down on your bed.

You gave Ubbe a thankful smile.

“Do you need any more help?”

“No, thank you.” You said and he left the tent.

You turned back to Ivar and carefully opened the strings that held his armor together. Then you helped him to sit up to get it off him. As the hard leather scraped over his wound, his face twisted with pain but he didn’t make a sound. You took out your knife and simply cut open his tunic in order to spare him from having to move even more. You loudly sucked in a breath at what you saw. The cut went from his left shoulder almost to the middle of his chest. You examined it closely and were relieved to find that the woman had been right, it wasn’t too deep. What worried you was that it hadn’t stopped bleeding yet. It would clearly need stitches.

You rummaged through your things to find what you needed. Ivar hadn’t said a word since you had brought him here. He just kept watching you, seeming quite relaxed, a small smile on his face, almost as if he was enjoying himself.

“Why are you smiling?” You asked him as you stepped back to the bed.

“I just like to be the center of all your attention.”

“You won’t like it as much anymore once I stick that needle into you.”

He just shrugged and followed your movements with his eyes as started to carefully clean the wound. You were quite consumed with your work when you felt Ivar’s hand slide under your shirt. First you tried to ignore it and kept working but that got more and more difficult as his hand slowly slid up your belly and his fingertips ghosted across your breasts. You ignored the warm feeling that spread through you and fiercely grabbed his arm and pulled it out from under your shirt.

“Ivar, this is really not the right time. Please let me patch you up first.”

He grinned at you, full of mischief but placed his hand back on the bed, while you fumbled with the needle.

“Does it hurt much?” You asked him as you had made the first few stitches.

He shrugged. “I’m used to pain.”

You nodded, unable to stop your eyes from wandering to his legs. If Ivar had noticed, he ignored it. You forced yourself to concentrate on your work.

As you were almost finished you could feel his hand on your hip again, fingers caressing your stomach. He hooked two fingers into the waistband of your pants and let them slide along it until he found the lacing.

“Ivar, this is really not the time, you should rest.” You said as he started to fumble to unlace your pants.

He gave you a dark grin. “You asked me to let you patch me up first. That I did. Now it is my turn.”

“You have lost a lot of blood. You should rest.”

“I can’t. You look to irresistible like this.” He whispered and slid his hand into your pants. First you didn’t know what he meant but then realized that you were still as much covered in blood as he was.

You opened your mouth to protest and tell him that he really needed to rest, but that moment his fingers slid over your folds and the words caught in your throat. Ivar noticed your reaction and smirked, knowing that he had already won that battle. His hand cupped your sex and one his fingers sneaked between your folds stroking up and down. You moaned and couldn’t stop your body from moving against his hand. His skilled fingers found your sweet little knob and he started to circle his thumb around it. You moaned out his name at the exquisite feeling. As he felt your wetness spreading under his fingers, Ivar let out a pleased little groan. Your whole body was trembling as you pressed yourself against his hand. Much too soon for your liking Ivar retrieved his had from your pants. Since he couldn’t use his left arm terribly much he to break contact to slide his right arm around your waist and pull you into the bed. As soon as he had you pressed to his chest, his lips crashed onto yours. Without breaking the kiss his hand sneaked back into your pants. He drew a few more circles around your clit before he pushed one finger inside of you. Your head fell backwards as you let out a pleasured sigh. He started to move in and out of you, his pace slowly increasing. You moaned out loudly and rocked our hips to meet his movements, already feeling the heat building up inside of you. But all of a sudden he stopped. With his head he gestured towards you shirt.

“Take that off.”

You did as he had said and he sighed as your breasts fell free from the fabric. He started to move his hand again and at the same time his mouth found one of your breasts. He was taking turns in sucking at your nipple and letting his tongue swirl around it. Soon he added another finger and thrusted them inside you more forcefully than before. Your moans got louder and louder and you could feel the heat spread from between your legs through your whole body. He let go of your breast and looked at you, a devilish grin on his face. Then he curled his fingers upward while keeping up his pace. Stars exploded in front of your eyes. He was hitting exactly the right spot. You knew you couldn’t take it much longer.

“Ivar.” You panted between your moans. “I… I’m about to…”

“That’s right.” He cooed. “Come for me, Y/N!”

Hearing his words you let go and let yourself become consumed by the pleasure he was giving you. He kept moving his hand until you were coming down form your high. As the trembling of your body subsided he pulled you on top of him. You rested your head on his chest, careful not to bring any pressure on the fresh stitches. You lay like this for a while and he stroked your hair. As you shifted your body to get more comfortable, you felt his erection press against you. You looked up to him almost in surprise.

“After you have lost so much blood?”

He shrugged and gave you a crooked grin. “It’s what you do to me.”

You smirked back at him and moved to open his pants and pull them off his legs. You gave the top of his cock a teasing lick and then moved back up to kiss him again. Very slowly you worked your way back down, trailing kisses along his jaw, his neck and down his chest. Ivar followed each of your movements, looking at you in awe. When you were back down you gave his cock a long lick from base to top and Ivar let out a long sigh. You gave him one last playful smile before you took his member into your mouth and softly started sucking while stroking its base with your hand. Ivar let out low growling noises and tangled his hand into your hair.

You were surprised as he tugged your head upwards after a while.

“Enough.” He said, his voice was thick with lust but it still had a commanding tone. “I need to be inside you.”

You bit your lip and moved back up to straddle him. You positioned yourself over his tip and moved your hips so that your folds were brushing over him making just the tiniest bit of contact.

Ivar narrowed his eyes at you. “Stop the teasing, woman. You know I’m not a patient man.”

He put his hands on your hips, as if he was ready to pull you down on him at any second.

You shook your head at him and pressed his arms back to the bed. “You still have to go easy. You lost a lot of blood today, so relax and let me do the work.”

He gave you frustrated growl and you chuckled. “I think have already suffered enough today.” You decided and slowly began to let yourself sick down on him.

You closed your eyes and relished the feeling of his thickness stretching you out. As your hips met his he filled you completely and you took a moment to adjust before you slowly started to move. You rocked your hips against his and moaned at the feeling of him sliding in and out of you. Ivar’s hands moved up your sides to play with your breasts, while he watched you bounce up and down on top of him. As you started pick up more pace he seemed unable to control himself any longer. His hands closed around your waist and he pushed you to the side in order to get on top of you. You clicked your tongue disapprovingly and shook our head, while you fought to push him back down on his back.

“I said I will do the work, otherwise I will leave and let you rest like you should.”

You knew it was an empty threat, for you wanted this as much as he did, but it seemed to work. He gave you an annoyed growl, but relaxed and looked up to you expectantly. You smiled and nodded, almost in disbelief that he had obeyed you. You placed your hands on his broad chest and started to rock your hips again. Ivar’s hands moved to your hips again but he left you in control. You kept moving your hips against his and leaned down to kiss him. But before your lips touched his he slightly turned his head and licked over your cheek. Then he kissed you deeply and you could taste the blood he had licked off your skin.

“You taste like the goddess of war.” He breathed against your lips.

As you sat back up to pick up a little more pace, Ivar dipped his fingers into the small drops of blood that were still dripping out between the stitches you had made on his chest and drew a line from your throat over one breast down to your navel. Then he repeated his actions on the other side. When he was done he looked at you, seemingly pleased with his work before his hands went to your hips again, steadying your movements. You moved faster and faster while moaning out his name. The heated knot in your stomach was growing fast. Ivar’s grip on your hips became tighter and he roughly thrusted upwards to meet your movements. You could feel yourself tighten around him as you fell over the edge. You whole body spasmed for the second time that night, while Ivar’s strong arms held you in place as he kept pounding into you. You were still riding out your orgasm as he gave one last forceful thrust and then pulled you down on him, burying himself deep inside you while he spilled his seed.

Totally out of breath you collapsed on top him. You lay like this for a while, both of you panting heavily.

Now I feel like resting.” Ivar rasped as he wrapped his arms around you.

"I Know You Love Her" Part 2 (Ethan x Reader)

Originally posted by thedolangifs

(not my gif) 

 Pairing: Ethan Dolan X Reader 

 Warning: Cursing? (Barely any, but its whatevaaa) 

Word Count: 1,725

Prompt: Part 2 of “I Know You Love Her.“ 

 A/N: Enjoy!  Sorry for the wait xx


 You spent the whole night crying into your pillow; all of the unspoken words were now put into tears, falling freely from your eyes instead of your lips. You had wanted to tell him how you felt from the very beginning, but now seeing how things played out, you wish you could have just kept your mouth shut instead of acting so impulsively. More so, you just wished that your feelings would disappear for Ethan. 

Everything would have been perfect if you hadn’t fallen for him, but then again, you couldn’t help it. Ethan Grant Dolan was everything you’d ever wanted and more. He was the one who put your heart back together after the countless amount of boys crushed it. He was the one who made you laugh until tears jerked at your eyes and your stomach hurt; he was the one you talked on the phone with late at night, having conversations with him that went on into the early morning. He was the one you confided in with everything, the one person who’s opinion actually mattered. He was the one who could make you feel every emotion possible all at once, or nothing at all. 

Practically numb is how you felt right now, the dull sensation engulfing your body besides you heart, leaving you to feel the aching pain in your chest. You heaved out another sob when you heard your phone start blasting your alarm. You wiped your eyes and your eyebrows knitted together, finding it mind blowing that you managed to stay up and not fall asleep. You decided to stay in bed though. You knew for a fact that you weren’t ready to see Ethan. Once glance at him, and you’d break down. Things weren’t going to be the same from now on, and you’d be surprised if you guys would ever be friends again. You clutched the blanket closer to your chest, shutting your eyes as you heard your mom’s feet padding towards your door. 

She knocked twice and entered, a frown etched upon her face. "Hey sweetie, you don’t feel well?” Your mom asked, shuffling over to where you were laying. 

 She pressed the back of her hand to your forehead before gasping. “Y/N! You’re burning up, love. Try and sleep, and i’ll grab you some aspirin for when you wake up.”

You nodded, thankful for the fact that your mom was so lenient and that you were in fact coming down with something. You shut your eyes, and let out a deep sigh before somehow managing to fall asleep.

 You didn’t know how long you’d been asleep for, but when you woke up, your mom’s face was mere inches from yours, smiling gently as she stroked your head. "Hey honey, I’m sorry for waking you up. I’m heading out, I have work. But I invited Ethan over to keep you company." 

 You immediately shot up, "No, mom. I’m alright, really. I don’t need any company. I’m totally fine by myself, Ethan doesn’t have to come over.” Your heart was pounding in your ears, you weren’t ready to see him again. You needed time. 

 Your mom laughed, “Oh don’t be silly, Y/N. He’s already on his way here. He seemed a quite eager to get here, too.” She winked, “But I have to get going. I love you, call me if you need anything.” She kissed your forehead and walked out of your room, leaving you spastic. Your mind was racing along with your heartbeat. You skimmed your brain for any plausible ideas on how to escape this situation. 

By the time you came up wth a plan to avoid Ethan, you heard your front door open and close, along with Ethan calling your name. Your eyes widened and your elaborate plan immediately went out the window as you dropped to the ground and crawled underneath your bed. Your bedroom door opened and Ethan walked in.

“Y/N? You in here?” 

Silence. The room was dead quiet for a few moments until you heard Ethan sigh and watched him walk towards your bed. The mattress dipped as he sat down on the edge of your mattress, practically right above you. Your lips immediately trembled as you saw Ethan’s worn out, written on vans shuffle into view. Your eyes stung as you saw the faint, purple ink on the inside of his left shoe, ‘Y/N and Ethan forever! <3’

You let out a shaky breath that you didn’t know you were holding in, resulting in you clamping a hand over your mouth as you felt the bed shift back in place and watched as Ethan’s feet were now planted firmly on the floor. 

He heard you, there was no doubt about it. You watched as he knelt down slowly, his head peeking under the bed to find you, hand over your mouth with tears in your eyes. He felt his heart clench. If there was one thing Ethan absolutely could not stand to see, it was seeing you cry. When his beautiful honey colored orbs met your tearful ones, that’s when you lost it. 

You started to cry. You laid there under your bed, hair unruly and knotted, eyes full of tears, cheeks wet, face flushed and lips quivering as you poured out all of your emotions. 

Nonetheless, he still thought you looked absolutely beautiful. 

He reached under the bed and grabbed your waist and arm, trying you pull you out from under you bed. Once doing so, he got off of his knees and sat down, pulling you onto of him so that you were cradled in his arms. You placed your head in-between the crook of is neck and sobbed. He shh’ed you quietly, rubbing your back. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and pulled your body, that was adorned by one of the many sweatshirts of his that you had, closer to him. He’d never admit it, but seeing you in his clothes drove him absolutely insane.

Your cries died down after a while. You hiccuped and breathed in the familiar scent of him, which calmed your nerves greatly, but also sent your mind into overdrive. Not even an hour or two ago you were thinking of how you never wanted to see him again, but right now, all you craved was him, even if it wasn’t in the way you hoped for. You craved to be in his big, comforting arms; to feel his body pressed against yours as he held you tightly to his toned, muscular chest. To feel the tuffs of his soft, dark hair between your fingers, or to feel his hot, minty breath fan against your neck. It didn’t matter how you had him, you just needed him. You needed Ethan.

“I’m sorry,” You stammered. “I-I shouldn’t have told you off like that. I shouldn’t have gotten so mad about you and Meredith. I just got so winded seeing you two be all mushy all the time. I should be happy for you..”

“Y/N.” Ethan mumbled against your forehead. You hadn’t heard him though; you were rambling on with the sincerest apology you could muster up, even though it hurt you to say it. 

You were blubbering, feeling the tears come rushing back, “And the fact that I wasn’t being supportive of you and Meredith’s relationship just shows how terrible of a friend I was..”

Ethan’s mind was elsewhere, not giving it a second thought when he mumbled, “I broke up with Meredith.” 

You still continued, “It shouldn’t have mattered about what she was saying to me in the pool about me needing to get over-”

You stopped talking and you both turned to each other in shock, not believing what was being said. 

“Wait, what?” You said simultaneously, concern laced in his voice, disbelief present in yours. 

“You guys broke up?”

“What did she say to you?”

 He looked at you sternly, as if telling you to explain first.  

You bit your lip and averted your gaze to the floor, “She was just telling me that I needed to get over you because you would never like me and stuff. That’s what got me going last night in the first place..”

His clenched his jaw, causing waves of emotions to ripple through you. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Yes.”

The room was silent for a few moments, the air grew thick. 

“Well she was wrong.”

You immediately snapped your eyes back up to his face, to see him looking straight forward towards your wall nonchalantly giving you a quick glance.

“What?” 

“She’s wrong, Y/N. I do like you. Fuck, I was trying to tell you that in my truck last night, but you wouldn’t let me talk. I’ve liked you for so many years now. I just never thought you’d like me back, which is why I started dating Meredith in the first place. To try and get over you. But when you told me all of that stuff last night, I realized how fucking stupid I was.” He said exasperated, his cheeks a bright red.

You both held each other’s gaze, your faces incredibly close together; so close that you could feel his breath hitting your face.

You didn’t think you were hearing him properly. Perhaps you were still asleep, dreaming. He liked you. He always had liked you. 

“Fucking hell, pinch me. I must be dreaming..” You mumbled.

He let out a small laugh, before his eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips. “I can do something a lot more efficient than pinching you to show you this isn’t a dream, sweetheart.” 

With that, he closed the remaining space between the two of you as his lips captured yours in a much needed passionate kiss. You immediately reciprocated the actions, kissing him with everything you had in you.

 You both eventually pulled away, gasping for air as you pressed your forehead against his. Your eyes fluttered open to see him already looking at you, grinning.  

“Be mine.” 

You looked at him, not fully processing what he had said as you felt your chest swell.

“What did you say?”

“Be” He muttered, kissing your cheek. “Mine,” he whispered in your ear, pressing another kiss to your jaw. 

Your head rolled back, basking in the feeling of his lips hot against you skin.

“Of course.”

You gave him another sweet kiss on the lips before getting off of him. 

“Now, let’s take a nap, crying takes a lot out of a girl.” You joked, jumping in your bed, wrapping yourself up in the covers.

He smiled and got into bed with you, cuddling you from behind. “Anything for my princess.”


I hoped you guys liked it! I’m sorry for the long wait. Feel free to request!! xx

“Worthy”

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: The super soldier returns from a difficult mission, and you witness a side of Captain America that not many can or will see.

soundtrack:
“Close to You” (Rihanna)

A/N: I wrote this a few months ago as a self-reminder that it’s okay to be sad and angry. Posting this is my way of letting that moment go. - j. x

“Well done, everyone. Today…” Tony lets out a heavy sigh and rubs his tired eyes. “Today was rough. But we did what we had to do,” he continues, his voice straining with effort. “Let’s get some rest, team.”

Steve waits until everyone shuffles into their respective suites to raise his arm and clap a hand on Tony’s shoulder, wincing at the pain the movement creates. “Hey, I’m going to head out for a bit… Clear my head,” he mutters.

Tony gives him an exhausted but bright smile. “Going to see (Y/N)?”

“Yeah… Yeah.”

“Take the autopilot car. You can’t take the bike in your current state. And it’s late.”

Steve shakes his head. “I’ll be fine. Thanks, though.” He looks past Tony’s shoulder, making eye contact with Bucky. “Will you -”

The brunette super soldier shakes his head at him with a reassuring smile. “I’ll be okay. Go see her, man.”

Sending grateful nods at the two men, Steve backs up and heads to the garage, the light fading from his eyes until they’re dark and empty. He revs up the engine and rips through the dark of night. Tonight’s evening ride is different from previous rides because the bright lights of the city fail to cheer him up as he whizzes through the cars on the streets. The cathartic feeling of the wind whipping through his body doesn’t bring the comfort and thrill it normally does.

It’s only when he comes to a stop in front of the familiar apartment that the light slightly returns to his blue eyes. Gritting his teeth through the pain, Steve chains his motorcycle and clicks it locked. He pushes through the pain of the stairs, letting out a sigh once he finally stares at the dried rose wreath hanging on your door.

For the first time in a long time, a genuine smile cracks through Steve’s stony facade, and he poises his fist over the door.

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This must be me, right?

Enjoying the sun, the sea, and the wind…
Yesterday I ate interesting things.
Today my feet (and shoes) got wet because the tide was faster than I was.
Tomorrow… well… tomorrow… I’ll probably take some photos tomorrow.

Cheers, big ears! I won’t say that I don’t miss you all (because I do), but on the other hand… there is the sun, the sea, and the wind.

As you can see, I have Purple with me. And I’m pretty sure he will pose for me. Because… you know…

We’re gonna take over the world!

Female golf course employee

I won’t catch something if you throw it at me. I have said this multiple times and I will even say it when I see you winding up to throw, so if something gets broken/damaged/lost, it’s not my fault!

Yesterday, a customer thought it would be hilarious to throw a ball of soggy napkins at me. I said “Don’t throw it! I won’t catch it.” He throws it anyway. It hits my elbow. Now he’s all like, “HAHAHA IT’S ON YOUR SHIRT!”

I just side eye him and walk off to grab something to pick up the soggy napkins with. I turn around AND HE’S BEHIND THE FUCKING COUNTER, PICKING UP THE SOGGY NAPKINS.

NO! NO CUSTOMERS BEHIND THE COUNTER.

Ugh! Grown ass men should KNOW better than to act that way. But then again, idk why I expect manners and civility from them.

i’ve been practicing
what it’d be like if i ever saw you again,
the way i’d ask you how you are
in the most platonic way i can.

i’d say: hey how how you
i’ve been wondering how you’re doing.
i’d say: tell me about your life now.
tell me about your brother and your parents
and your new job. tell me about school.
tell me about the things you’re afraid to say out loud.
do you like where you are? do you
wish you were someplace else?

i’d say: i’m good. swallow.
say: i’m really good. i hope you are too.
say: i know it’s been a while,
but we should catch up sometime -
i mean, if you’re free and want to.

i’ve been practicing, you know,
just in case the moment came
where i saw you again.
but then the moment came.
i saw you on the street.
and seeing you knocked the wind out of me.
seeing you put my body in fight or flight mode
and i couldn’t stop shaking.

and i wanted to say: why can’t this be easy?
i forgive you. you forgive me.
why is there this awkward chemistry
between us? what happened to us?
we were so happy.

but i said: nothing.

can you believe that?
after all this time,
we’re nothing more than strangers
who look the other way?

can you believe that?
all i could say
was nothing,
nothing,
nothing.

—  memories are easier to swallow when they don’t have pulses
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170210 Hui Fancafe Update

I miss you~~~

Are you doing well?
I miss you so much too and I want to see you ㅠㅠ
I thought it was over but
Again the biting wind
And the cold is back again ㅠㅠ
Be careful of catching a cold!!!
We’re working really hard so that we can come back
with and even cooler and new image
Now! We’ll see each other soon right? ㅠㅠ
Let’s bear with it and wait for a bit more
Everyone goodnight~~♡

Trans: PentagonUpdate

Leonardo's invasion

Night fell on the city gently and lovingly. The daytime sun had been a harsh mistress and the urban jungle was feeling the scorch of early summer heat.

Already, in these late months of spring, the asphalt was hot enough to blister. The blasts of sunlight reflecting off the roofs of passing cars near Times Square was like a laser beam to the retina. It was so early the season, and all too soon the heat was becoming unbearable.

Escaping the Dantes Inferno like atmosphere, The tall human woman was tending her rooftop garden. Which had grown to monstrous size in these past few weeks. With additions of vegetables, more nocturnal beds, aloe and other succulents, hide outs for Pumpkin to cool herself down, and even some water features and a small pond. For privacy, trellises and flowering vines gave natural curtains from prying eyes.

It was a modern day Eden.

Even the energy here was drastically different than the apartment. This space was a living, breathing testimony to thriving in the most unlikely of places.

Wearing a long wrap around skirt that hugged every curve of her waist and generous hips, and a tank top that made her feel like she wasn’t sweating to death, the female tending her garden was brushing a bit of dirt off her hands when she stood up. She smiled to herself when she heard the pond frogs and cicadas start their evening chorus.

The air was thick with perfume of lilacs and jasmine. It made her cheeks burn slightly thinking of who inspired the recent additions of lilacs.

Turning around to check on the hibiscus the redhead let out a startled squeak. No matter how good her situational awareness was, a ninja could shatter that confidence. Raph was on patrol tonight so she wasn’t expecting visitors. Much less the one standing before her.

Leonardo was the groups leader. He was also more affectionately know as ‘Fuckwad’ from her man. Raph and Leo didn’t often see eye to eye on things like leadership, or fighting rotations, or training, or well… anything.

“Fuck Leo! You scared me half to death.” The flustered woman exclaimed. Immediately she regretted saying the ‘F word’ in front of him. It’s not like he’s never heard it before, (given who he lived with) but the thing was Leo never swore. So, out of respect she tried to watch her language in front of him. She thought it really fucking odd he never swore, but she didn’t dog the male out over it either. He was always such the gentleman, especially in manner of speech.

His towering, well muscled frame took half a step towards her and made a courteous bow of his head. “My deepest apologies. I didn’t mean to. I would have called if I had a way. Forgive me?”

Slightly shaking herself from the rush of adrenaline, the female regained her composure. “Yeah, of course. No worries.” Looking around she told the leader in blue, “Uh, Raphs not here if you’re looking for him. He’s on rotation tonight so..”

Clearing his throat the mutant sheepishly replied, “No, I know. I’m the one who makes the schedule. I actually came to see you if that’s alright?”

The wind picked up at that moment and made the tall grasses in the planters sway and rustle giving a serene moment to help break the tension forming.

Never had she been alone with another male since her monogamous commitment to Raphael. It felt like a violation to have anyone else in her personal space while she was alone at night. As if to further prove her point, Pumpkin the cat chose to sit at the woman’s feet and growl at the offending turtle. The feline wasn’t exactly shy about her dislike of him either. She was Raphs kitten after all.

“Um, alright… can I get you something to drink? We can talk over in the cabanas.” The woman said leading the way to the seating area.

It felt especially strange having Leo come to take a seat in the plush U shaped platform with the oversized shade umbrellas and curtains flowing on bamboo frames. It felt like he was invading a scared space. Raph and her built this custom extravagance with their own hands. It was however, the only seating large enough to accommodate a plus four hundred pound turtle. So here they were.

Fireflies danced in the humid air and a pitcher of mint cucumber water sat on a tray between them. Glasses with ice were filled and a thanks was mumbled. Like a heavy molasses, uncomfortable silence stretched between the mutant and the human as they sipped the cold water.

Breathing in deep and closing his eyes in that thoughtful way of his, Leonardo seemed to be meditating. Y/N didn’t know what she was supposed to do. Her eyes glanced around and she was glad to have something to occupy her hands. She was a nervous fidgeter.

When she thought she was going to scream from the waiting, finally Leo opened his blue eyes and trained them right on Raphs female.

It was unnerving for her. She had never been the sole focus of his attention before and it was startling. His gaze was deep and piercing. The kind of stare that a male had when he could look right through you, and already he knew your deepest secrets. The kind of stare that stripped you bare and vulnerable.

“Raph comes home smelling like this place. Of earth, and fresh growing things. Of things other than city grime and sewer. The other night the smell of fresh basil lingered on him for hours. I was so jealous I wanted to choke him.” Softly, a smile curved Leo’s lips as he made his confession.

“Oh. Uh, yeah. When he comes over we usually spend most of our time out here. No one can really see in and I’m already stuck inside most of the day. So… yeah…” The female said. Her reply was somewhat sheepish because she still didn’t really know where any of this was coming from. Or where it was headed.

The frogs chirped and the wooden wind chimes could be heard on the other end of the canopy. Long flowing curtains around the platform seemed to be moved by invisible hands as they danced in the breeze.

Y/N was really starting to squirm now. This setting, this environment, it was all too intimate, it was all too much. She was really kicking herself at the moment for lighting all the citronella candles when she first came out here some hours earlier.

Just what a girl needs when shes hosting her boyfriends brother in the middle of the night. Fucking candlelight ambiance.

For fucks sake. Could this get anymore awkward?

“Look, Leo. Are you okay?” She didn’t mean to be so abrupt, but the tension was killing her.

Ever graceful, ever cool Leo just smiled again and looked away. “Yeah. I’m good. I just… sometimes..”

“If it’s alright with you, if it would be no intrusion… could I spend some time up here? In your gardens? After being stuck down below for so long, you start to long for the world above. Especially when it’s close enough for you to be reminded of its fragrance.” He took that opportunity to look her in the eyes again as he asked his question. Her throat went dry at his focus on her.

God damn. She’d never seen Leo like this before. Like a starving man asking for a crumb as of it were a filet mignon. How in the hell was she supposed to shut down a request like that and still sleep at night?

“Oh.. uh.. I don’t mind. Let me talk to Raph. Maybe there’s a way we can work out a night a week you can come up here while we are in. Or something.” Not knowing how to add in that it would have be to something the three of them agreed upon.

So Raph didn’t field dress his poor brother.

Like a phantom he was up in front on her and picking up her hand to lay a gentle kiss upon it. Like someone bit her, Y/N jumped back.

“A thousand times I thank you. I don’t think you could ever possibly imagine how much this means to me. I’ll come back in a few days after you and Raphael have talked it out to see where we all stand. From the bottom of my heart I cannot thank you enough.”

Gliding in that animalistically smooth way of the mutants, Leo was already to the roofs edge when he stopped. Turning his head to the side he called over his shoulder, “You are an angel among mortals. I can see why he’s so taken with you.”

Leaping over the brick, like a whisper in a graveyard he was gone into the night.

And she just agreed to let him come back?

Damn her bleeding heart.

Damn it straight to Hell.

Originally posted by absinthundblut

At times
Your absence
Whooshes into me
Like a gust of wind
Through an open door
And I see you
Everywhere I go.
As for me,
I am
Too much feeling
Trapped in
Too little body
Trying to
Leak out the pain
By writing
Love letters
To the dead.

-Rupali Jeganathan

—  // Love letters to the dead | @whisperinglillies

I was bored and this happened 

so my first day in Shinjuku was pretty wild, started off a bit rocky with suitcase issues and problems with the room and all but once it was sorted we went to Shibuya and tried that ridiculous $10 soft serve (which was great btw) and had a wander around and then went to an izakaya for dinner with some pals

Hey everyone, sorry I haven’t been very active at all, exams are upon me and they’ve been causing me a lot of stress so I haven’t been on Tumblr that much :(

Tonight I’m having a break and treating myself to one of my favourite Ghibli films, The Wind Rises, and I’m gonna be on tumblr posting a lot of Ghibli stuff and “ask me anything” stuff while I’m watching it!

I’m also gonna try and get back into setting my queue up and posting more, so again sorry I’ve been so inactive lately and hopefully you’ll see me on your dash more now!

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luke + san francisco

making plans to rule the world, you were more than I deserved

yknow there’s an inherent difference between a trans man or transmasculine person wanting representation of their various body types and people drawing trans men as literally nothing but tits and ass and pique femininity™. like. people aren’t trans for your entertainment

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Because every Samifer fan wants Lucifer in the bunker. My general Samifer headcanons can be found here. These can be taken as normal archangel!Lucifer, or human!Lucifer if you wish :3

  • Lucifer sleeps in Sam’s room, obviously. Sam insists it’s both their room and lets Lucifer reorganise/redecorate as he wishes.
  • Lucifer insists on having at least three blankets on the bed because he likes how warm it is (imagine a Lucifer blanket burrito. Go on, just picture it.)
  • Dean was obviously not pleased at first and only allowed it because Sam threatened to leave with Lucifer otherwise. He is slowly getting used to the idea. Slowly.
  • Lucifer likes to sneak into Dean’s room and move everything exactly one inch to the left just to see if he notices.
  • After three days, Dean noticed and put a line of holy fire outside his door until Sam made him put it out before he burnt the place down.
  • Dean accidentally drugged Lucifer, who then thought Dean was Michael and forced kind-of bonding ensued. (yes I wrote a fic)
  • Upon hearing from Sam the full story of how Michael- with the same decision he had- chose to the option to kill Lucifer rather than try to save him, Dean feels Michael failed to look out for his little brother like he should. Dean hasn’t quite got round to saying this to Lucifer yet.
  • Lucifer spends a lot of time in the observatory. Sam recognises he wants to be left alone when he goes in there and respects that.
  • After… an incident, Sam and Lucifer have been confined to having sex in their own room. Only.
  • Lucifer has made several valiant attempt to coax Sam into breaking this rule.
  • Dean likes TV shows like rock music documentaries and stuff like ‘Top Gear’. Lucifer likes them too, but pretends to just be coincidentally in the same room and totally not watching.
  • Lucifer does sleep. Occasionally. He won’t talk to Sam about the nightmares, though he doesn’t argue when Sam snuggles up close to try and comfort him.
  • Being the ex-Angel of Music, Sam has noticed Lucifer relaxes more if he leaves the radio on softly in the background. Sam uses this tactically.
  • Sam likes playing chess with Lucifer. On the other hand, Lucifer’s favourite game is 'hide the Impala keys from Dean’.
  • Lucifer has declared Sam the world’s best wing groomer and takes advantage of this liberally.
  • Sam likes to sit with Lucifer close by while he does research. Often he rests his head on his shoulder, or holds his hand, or hooks his ankle over Lucifer’s under the table.
  • Sam enjoys choosing clothes for Lucifer far too much.
  • Everyone has unofficial seats at the table. Sam told Lucifer the seat next to him was his. Lucifer secretly loves having his own seat cause it’s the first time he’s been included as part of any kind of group since falling.
  • Lucifer makes attempts to talk to Castiel, who remains wary of him, knowing what he did to Heaven. Lucifer tries to act like he doesn’t care about this reaction, but Sam always makes sure to pay extra attention to him afterwards.
  • Lucifer sleeps on the left of the bed, Sam on the right.
  • Dean brought a games console and is currently mad that Lucifer somehow has the high score on it.
  • Sam found a load of “why do humans…” searches in his web history and read through them with a massive smile.
  • Lucifer used to sing to Sam in the cage and hasn’t since, though Sam has caught him humming along to the record player a few times.
  • Lucifer likes to insult the bunker and all its 'humanness’ whenever Dean is in earshot. But really, he rather loves it. Not that he’ll ever admit that.

look; there’s an angel over there,
can’t you see her halo?
she’s beauty among chaos,
my guardian angel has come to me.

look; the devil in sheep’s clothing.
no one knows except for me,
they’re all fooled by her smile,
but they don’t pay attention to her horns.


look; the outcast. don’t you see him?
midnight wind, I can’t comprehend
how he lives without sunlight
painting his cheeks.


look; there is no hero here.
everyone in this room is muddled,
smeared with lies and sins,
a hall of disaster waiting to happen.

—  we are not what you think we are