look at them and drown

Imagine warm spring day. You and Loki, being the best of friends, walking in the forest. You are so excited because you used to walk and play here when you was a child. You are jumping, running and laughing. Each time you do so a warm smile turns up on his face. Suddenly he stops walking and just looks at how you move, talk, how your hair is waving and glittering it the sunlight. You realize that Loki is not longer by your side. You turn around and see him staring at you. 

“What?” He doesn’t answer. “Hey Loki”, as you talk he approaching you without saying a word. “What’s the matter? You’re freaking me out.”

“You know”, he towers over you, standing so close that you can hear him breathing. “It’s so hard to resist”. You look right in his eyes ready to drown in them. He steps closer and strokes your hair. “I never told you this and maybe I shouldn’t do it but… ” He pauses and breaks eye contact.

“Hey, that’s okay. Tell me, please” you’re calming him and taking his hand.

“Y/N, I… I don’t want to be your friend… I can’t”

“What?! Why?!” you’re surprised and pissed. “What the hell you’re talking about? Loki, what’s…”.

“I want more” he interrupts in a high tone. There is a long pause. You don’t know what to say and neither does he. “I want to touch you where friend shouldn’t”. And he looks at your lips. 

You smile, put your head on his chest and giggle. “You’re a fool…”You feel his heart racing so you step back, taking his hands in yours. You see how he is scared don’t know what’s on your mind and you give him a warm smile. He steps closer, stopping just an inch from your lips. You hear him breathing heavily. He kisses you tenderly wrapping hands around your body. You’re putting your hand on his shoulder and with another one stroking his hair. You answer him with a more passionate kiss and feel like there is nothing left in the world except the two of you. He breaks a kiss for breath in. He’s still holding you in his arms. He cups your face and looks right into your eyes. “Hell of a friendship we have” you chuckle.

He smirks, kissing you on the forehead. “Yeah, I guess so”.

You look in his now almost dark eyes and stand on your tiptoes to be able to reach his lips. You kiss him desperately. And you make sweet and passionate love on the grass as sunlight play on your naked bodies united by the same feelings.

Affirmation 5/5

Part five ‘All things’ Missing scene Scully POV  (Epilogue) Post ep Mulder POV

Part one ‘Orison’ here

Part two ‘Per manum’ here

Part three ‘Sein und zeit’ here

Part four ‘En Ami’ here


I wake up suddenly, instantly guilty that I managed to literally pass out right in the middle of listening to Mulder waxing lyrical on the potentiality of fate, of the different paths we are destined to take throughout our lives; the paths in fact that we ourselves have taken to bring us right here to this point in time in our strange partnership.

Sometimes I have trouble categorising exactly what it is we share, what exactly is the product of our seven year history together that has seen us fight and fall and push ourselves far away from each other so many times; only to somehow always manage to re-connect once more? 

 More than once I have tried to rationalise this thing we have, this us that is separate from our working lives but at the same time, the threads of our professional history are still wound tightly around us, refusing to fully separate, to allow us to be the people we both yearn to be.  I’m not stupid, I know that a normal life can never be for us, that what others take for granted – a home, a family, simple pleasures that are nothing and everything at the same time – are distressingly unobtainable.  

Because even if Mulder and I had chosen to keep hold of the feelings for each other that we had denied for so long and instead turned to others to help fill in the blanks in our lives that our work on the X-Files had brought upon us, I still believe that those simple life expectations could never be for us.  Too much has happened and too much has been lost and I came to realise a very long time ago that I could never risk bringing in anyone from outside this frightening world we inhabit; that enough innocents have been lost to our quest already.  The blood on my hands is ever present and I know with a certainty that paralyses me at times, that I will never be able to completely cleanse myself of the guilt I carry around with me for the part I played in the destruction of the relationships and the people I loved. 

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achoicewithsomeregrets  asked:

So, I'm impressed with quite a lot about your writing, but one of the things I'm impressed with the most is how you do characters. The characters are just really /Real/ and alive and vivid. My characters are round and have flaws and motivations and everything that smart people say good characters need to have, but. They're still just not as /Real/ as yours. So if you have time, could you give some tips for developing characters? Thanks!

Dear protecterwinsmith,

Let’s say someone asked you to draw a person. 

If you’d never drawn a person before or thought you didn’t have much time, you might do one of these guys:

Example A: stick dude. A stick dude is recognizable as a person because it follows the baseline, easiest rules of personhood. It’s got a head, a torso, a familiar arrangement of limbs. You don’t need more to get the concept of “person” across. 

Now, if you had a bit of experience drawing people or thought you had more time, you might do something more like

Example B: Cartoon Dude. Cartoon Dude is even easier to recognize as a human. He follows the rules of personhood even more: he’s got facial features, ears, hair, clothing, shoes. You can tell one cartoon dude from another cartoon dude. You can populate an entire series with cartoon dudes and the storytelling would work, because they would effectively follow the baseline rules of human anatomy as well as being unique enough to tell apart. 

Now let’s say you had a bit more time or you had some more experience drawing people and someone asked you to draw a human realistically. Depending on how much you’d done it, you might get

Example C: 3-D dude without reference. A 3-D dude drawn without reference is even more recognizable as human. He can hold all sorts of nuance in his expression because he follows the baseline rules of personhood even better than the previous two. More nuance means more empathy from the viewer, and more empathy usually means more emotional resonance.

And finally, let’s say someone asks you to draw a human but gives you an actual person to look at. In the same amount of time given, you might end up with

Example D: Portrait with reference. This guy (one of my brothers, in fact) follows the rules of personhood, their effectiveness limited only by my ability to capture them in the time given or by my level of experience. He’s recognizable as both a person and an individual because of the specificity of his facial features, and moreover, he is unlikely to look like any other person I would draw using this method because of my close adherence to his, you know, actual face.

If you think about this in terms of characters, you could build a novel with any one of these sorts of character.

Example A: A novel built with stick man characters would be incredibly stylized. Fairy tales are often stick figure characters. Instead of being fully-fleshed individuals, they’re types. This is the stick figure woodsman (we can tell it’s him, he’s drawn with an ax). This is the princess (we can tell it’s her, she’s got a crown and some long hair added to the stick figure). This is the knight (we can tell it’s him, he’s got a sword and a stick horse). People don’t actually look like stick figures, but as long as the characters are all stick figures, the narrative still works at some level, because it tells you the rules and follows them, even if they aren’t the rules of reality. The moment you draw one character as something more than a stick figure, though, the viewer suddenly realizes how the others are merely made of straight lines. 

Example B: When I first began to write, I used to write novels with accidental cartoon characters. I knew I couldn’t populate a novel with stick figures, so I tried to flesh them out. What makes a human a human? I asked myself desperately. Specifics! I made character worksheets and dutifully filled them out with attributes. Height, hair color, eye color, hobbies, place of residence, parental occupation, etc. etc. I ended up with characters who followed the rules of being human, and they could carry a story, but they still didn’t feel real. 

I’m skipping Example C for now, because it’s a byproduct, for me, of failing to remember the lessons of Example D.

Example D: Example D is how I build characters now. I begin by studying real people instead of by creating lists of traits. I end up with shadows I forgot to draw in my cartoon version, hair that looks like actual hair instead of what I sort of remember what hair looks like, and feet that have all the toes drawn in because with a reference, I can remember how to accurately draw a pinkie toe. Real people are complicated and surprising. If I were building a character with a fear of water without looking at a real person, I might give them the phobia because they’d nearly drowned once: the easiest and most logical answer. It wouldn’t necessarily be wrong — it would follow rules that a reader would understand. But if I looked at a real person with a fear of water, I might discover that their fear developed because of an obsession with quantifying the abstract, and trying to understand the concept of an infinite body of water made them anxious. A much more complicated answer, but more specific and more real because of it. If I populate a book with characters built like this, I’m going to end up with a nuanced story that should have more emotional resonance. Moreover, the more I study real humans and build characters from them, the less I have to lean on real humans to make secondary characters. As I learn the more subtle rules of how people’s personalities are made, I can start to build new humans who don’t exist — who nonetheless appear as if they could. 

Example C: I’m returning to example C because it’s a cautionary tale for me. Even though I feel that I’m worlds better than that old version of me writing cartoony people who could only exist in a two-dimensional place, if I get lazy with my character development, or if I try to create a sort of person I’ve never met in real life from scratch, I can still end up with one of these weird cartoon-realistic hybrids. A character who nearly looks real but lacks the subtle, observed nuances that I can only get from keeping an eye on real life. These characters follow the rules, and they have back stories and hobbies and nuance, but they’re still lacking the surprising, non-linear subtleties of a real person, or they’re lacking the specificity that comes from studying a real-life elbow and carefully transcribing the shape of it.  

There are particular sorts of things I look for in real people when I’m stealing bits and bobs, but that is a topic for another blog post. For now, I’m going to go figure out why I still can’t draw feet.



#7 - “Watch me”

Sum: Shawn and Y/N are fighting and Y/N decides that enough is enough.

Words: 747

Originally posted by bottomoftheoceanworld

“No! Don’t you dare blame this on me, Shawn!”

 "Well, what do you expect me to do?“

 "I don’t know, trust me maybe?!" 

"How am I suppose to? Tell me, Y/N, because I am DYING to know!”

This argument had been going for at least 30 minutes now. The day had started out perfectly. Your best friend, Ashton, had just come home from living across the world and you hadn’t seen each other in years. Ash asked you to grab a coffee which you gladly accepted.

The thing was that fans had spotted you hugging and kissing cheeks and the tweets spread rumors faster than a lightning. Of course Shawn had seen the pictures and was by now furious.

“Because he is my best friend and I would never do anything to hurt you.” You responded with a loud voice. Shawn snorted and folded his arms over his chest. 

“Shawn, you meet hundreds of girls each day and you never hear me complaining when you kiss their cheeks.”

“That’s a whole different thing, Y/N.”

“But it isn’t!” You argued and crossed your arms over your chest as you took a step closer to him.

“Yeah it is! My job includes meeting fans. It’s pretty much my duty to make them happy. Without them I am nothing.”

“What about my happiness?” You mumbled and looked down on your feet. In the corner of your eyes you saw how Shawn frowned confused and rolled his eyes.

“What about it?” He simply answered.

“How do think I’m feeling when you go off touring, sometimes being away for over 6 months?” 

He stood silent.

“How do you think I’m doing? It’s not like I’m having sex with each guy I see just because you’re not home and I feel alone. Shawn, I wait for you to come home because I love you.”

Shawn snorted and rolled his eyes once again. 

“Why should I believe what you’re saying? Who knows, maybe you’ve been sleeping around. Maybe you’ve been a stupid groupie all this time? Maybe, each time I’m in the studio, Ashton comes here and fucks you behind my back?”


Those words hit you like knives stabbing you over and over again. How could he say that? You would never, ever do such thing. You thought he knew that. 

You just glared at him with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth. You felt like crying, but not in front of Shawn. No, he didn’t deserve your tears.

Suddenly his face turned around as he just realized what he said. 

“N-no, Y/N I didn’t—" 

"Save it.” You interrupted him and turned around to grab your bag on the floor. You couldn’t stay anymore.

“Where are you going?” He asked with a voice of panic. You stood up straight and swung your bag over you shoulder and looked at your boyfriend. 

“Not your concern. I’m surprised you even care.” You muttered and grabbed your converse to put them on.

“But it is my concern!” You gave him an angry glare and ignored him. Now he cares? About time.

 "Y/N, don’t you dare. Don’t you dare walk out on me.“ He said and glared at you with a clenched jaw. You took a few deep breaths before you turned around and headed for the door. 

"Watch me, superstar.”

You were about to open the door when a hand quickly smashed the door close again. You caught your breath and jumped around to see Shawn standing only a few inches away from your face with his hands pressed against the door to hold it close. You opened your mouth to scream at him, but no words came out.

“Don’t go.” Shawn husky muttered and looked into your Y/EC eyes with such desperation. You didn’t have an answer. You just looked into his brown eyes and felt yourself drowning in them.


Suddenly he crashed his lips on yours which made you catch your breath in surprise. He pressed you up against the door even more and held his hands on your hips. You started to relax and kissed him back which made him squeeze your hips even more.

After a few seconds he slowly pulled back and rested his forehead against yours as you both breathed each other in.

“Stay. Please. I love you.” He raspy whispered. You gulped hard before nodding your head slowly.

 "I’m not going anywhere.“



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ofc my love x

I M A G I N E 

“Guys, give me my phone back!” You urged, chasing Luke around the dressing room as Michael and Ashton stood around watching us. “I need my phone back, Luke!”

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Do I? - Jaime Benn

A/N: I’ve written this one for @minourouss. I hope you like it, boo.

Word Count: 1314

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol

Originally posted by flyersphiladelphia

“Guys, I am way too sober for this” I say, trying to sit back down on the couch.

We had had our last exam of the semester this morning and we were celebrating it. The night was perfectly scheduled, dinner at our favorite Mexican restaurant, drinks at the newest pub in town and hit the club right after that. We were all dressed to impressed and ready to run this city, and I was all for it until we got to the pub and found out they were having karaoke night. We found a couch with a small table and we sat down as two of my friends went to the bar and ordered our drinks.

“(y/n), you should go up there and show them how it’s done” and it started, my friends pushing me out of the couch, yelling at the host that I wanted to sing a song and I trying to use my sobriety as an excuse.

“C’mon, we have heard you sing a million times. You are good” my friends kept pushing me. “Here, bottoms up and get ready to rock and roll” they say, handing me two shots of tequila.

I look at them and I know I have no choice so I drown both of the shots and walk down to the stage, where two very drunk ladies are singing, I’m too nice to say that they are destroying, “holding out for a hero” by Bonnie Tyler. I take the time to look around while I wait, the pub is not packed, but there is a fair amount of people there. God, I need another ten shots, pronto.

“What are you singing, doll?” the host asks me and I look at him, that was a hell of a good question.

“Mmh… I think I’m gonna do Do I by Luke Bryan” I answer and he nods, looking for it on the computer.

“No pressure, but we kind of need a good show after this” he jokes, looking at the two women who are having trouble staying on their feet.

I give him a nervous smile and wait until he hands me the mic and helps the last artists down the stage. I take a deep breath and go up.

“So… I don’t really want to do this, like at all” everyone laughs at my comment and that gives me the courage I need to keep talking. “I don’t want to do this, but today it is our first night of freedom after finals and I’m taking one for the team, so here I go”

I give a small nod and the music starts playing. I’ve always liked this song, from the moment I first listened to it. I know every single word, I don’t need to look at the lyrics on the monitor, so I just walk around on the stage. I look at my friends and they are holding their hands on the air, swaying from left to right and making me laugh. The song ends and I give the crowd a shy smile as they give me an ovation, or at least it feels like an ovation to me.

“I was kidding when I said we needed a good show, but thank you for that, it was amazing” the host says and I feel my cheeks heating up.

I walk back to my friends and they stand up, making a scene as they yell my name and ask me for autographs.

“Ok, stop it. You’ve embarrassed me enough for the next hundred years” I scowl at them, sitting on the couch and grab my drink, ready to get as wasted as possible.

We listen to a couple of songs, laughing and cheering as the people on stage are our favorite artists when the bartender brings a bottle of champagne to our table. The bottle is tipped by a lit sparkler and brings everyone’s attention to us.

“Excuse me, we haven’t ordered th…” my friend tries to tell the man when he pulls a note from his pocket and gives it to me before walking away.

I look at it in shock for a couple seconds while the sparkler keeps lighting up the room.

“What does it say?” “What is it?” “How is it from?” I snap back to reality and open the note to find a short text.


JB 14


“(y/n), I think Justin Bieber is flirting with you” and all of them laugh as I look around the room, trying to find the mysterious man that has paid for an overly expensive bottle of champagne.

My eyes travel all over the place before they find a pair of big brown eyes staring at me making me blush, and I thank God for the darkness of the room. I know very well who he is and I mentally face palm myself for not figuring it out before. I give him a shy smile and he smirks, mouthing “cheers” and holding up his glass while I shake my head and bite my lip. He turns back to his group of friends and I do the same, finding all the eyes set on me.

“Is that who I think it is?” yeah, my friends are hockey fans too.

“I suppose it is” I answer and let go of the breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“Girl, hook us up. Tyler and I could have a good time” my friend Alyssa says and I roll my eyes.

“I don’t think it works that way, Al” I mutter, drinking the rest of liquor I have in my glass. I’m quite tipsy by now, the alcohol is kicking off and I feel quite floaty. “C’mon ladies, let’s go to the club”

We get on our feet, ready to go, when my brain decides that it is a good time to be brave.

“Hold on” I say to my friends, turning around and heading to the VIP space in the pub.

Jamie is talking with some of his friends when his brother elbows him and cocks his head in my direction. Jamie looks at me and gets up, meeting me half way. I’m sure he doesn’t want to have this conversation in front of his friends.

“Thanks for the champagne, it was very kind of you”

“You are welcome. It got your attention, so it is money well spent” He smirks and my heart flutters

“It definitely did” I give him a shy smile.

“Hitting the clubs?” he asks, looking at my outfit.

“As I said, first night of freedom” I laugh “going out tonight?”

“No, we are just having a couple drinks to unwind a little” he explains and I turn my head to look at his friends. All of they are part of the Dallas Stars and all of them are staring at us “big game tomorrow”

“Well, do me a favor and kick some ass tomorrow?” I joke around.

“Will do…”


“(y/n), that’s a pretty name” he looks right at my eyes and I swear I’m gonna faint “you should come to the game tomorrow”

“Sold out, my friend” I say, annoyed because my friends and I couldn’t get tickets on time.

“It’s good you have contacts then…” He winks at me and hands me his phone.

“Smooth, Benn. Very smooth” I praise him, typing my name and number and handing it back to him “tell my contact to text me the details”

“He will do it gladly” he smiles and looks over my shoulder “you should go before your friends go crazy”

I turn around and I see them pointing at the door and making weird dance moves.

“Gotta go” I say, turning around and walking towards my crazy ass friends. “see you around”

We leave the pub and walk for around three minutes before I get a text from a number I don’t know.

Stay out of trouble, young lady.


I raise an eyebrow and I’m about to text back I get another message,

And by trouble I mean guys.


The sun will always thaw the winter - Part 1

Request from @fandom-rpblog: Hey. Can you please do a one-shot or story where reader/y-n was created by hydra to be like the female equivalent of the winter soldier, (Cuz there were some missions that they couldn’t have tws just barging in so they would go like under cover as like a couple or something like that you can decide on that if you want.) But like bucky she had a life before. Where ever tws goes she went and they got separated and after hydra fell they found each other again. possible love/fluff/smut or all 3

Note: Okay so I have decided that given that this request holds a substantial amount of history between the characters it will be a series. I’m not sure how long it will be yet but once I have an idea I will let you all know <3

The Winter Soldier x Hydra!Reader

Words: 1,781

Warnings: Torture, violence and fighting…..think that’s all. Anything I have missed let me know!

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

You were surrounded by a sea of pink flowers as you rolled around rather childishly with the young man that had stolen your heart. His hazel coloured eyes were so intense that each time you looked at them you found yourself drowning in them. His smile was enough to make you melt on the spot and as you stopped rolling, ending up underneath him, that was exactly what you were faced with…his gorgeous smile and the twinkle in his eyes drawing you right in.

The image faded from your mind briefly as you found your surroundings turning more hostile. There were numerous people stood around you as you felt a heavy contraption surrounding your head. It felt like you had been hit by a train, or a rather large truck in the very least, and as you felt yourself beginning to fall back in unconsciousness a thick accent spoke out to you.

“What is your name?

“[f/n] [l/n] My name is [f/n] [l/n]…” Yours words croaked themselves out, barely even audible to anyone else in the room other than the male stood beside you, but even as you said them you could feel them beginning to drift away already –almost like as you remembered it the memory left you not long after. “I’m from…..I’m from Brooklyn….”

“She needs another wipe.”

“Yes sir.”

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Lifehacks for signs:
  • Aries: They can't hurt you if you punch them in the face.
  • Taurus: They can't hurt you if you eat them.
  • Gemini: They can't hurt you if they won't know which one of you you're today.
  • Cancer: They can't hurt you... oh wait, they already did.
  • Leo: They can't hurt you, if you look better than them.
  • Virgo: They can't hurt you if you drown them in soap.
  • Libra: They can't hurt you, if you hurt them first.
  • Scorpio: They can't hurt you, if you kill them.
  • Sagittarius: They can't hurt you, if you don't give a fuck.
  • Capricorn: They can't hurt you, if they hurt themselves first bc u r boring af.
  • Aquarius: They can't hurt you, if you don't feel anything at all.
  • Pisces: They can't hurt you, if you jump into the water and swim away as a real fish.

anonymous asked:

Headcanons for failed!dates for Chocobros? Like one which go way too bad way to soon. Not the first date, however! They've been with their partner for few months.

This has been sitting in my drafts for so long. I’m so sorry. Noct’s came really easily but coming up with dates for the rest of the bros was a trial. 

I threw in a read more after Noct’s because this post got really, really long.

Noctis L.C.

  • It was supposed to be a simple date. Ice cream, movies, lunch, shopping, you know.
  • Well.
  • There’s forecasted rain on the day of the date, but it hasn’t started raining yet, so Noctis and his s/o usher themselves to the ice cream parlor. 
  • They’re out of both of their favorite flavors, but the two of them still get ice cream. Noctis is a bit pouty that he didn’t get his favorite, but eh, things could be worse. 
  • Things do get worse. Noct’s ice cream falls out of the cone about a block away from the parlor. His s/o is laughing at him and offering some of theirs, except then their’s falls out of the cone too. “Instakarma!” Noct cries, but he’s laughing too.
  • The two of them are walking to the movie theatre and everything is fine, but then there’s a flash of lightning and a crack of thunder and the sky just opens up and “I thought the forecast said light showers!”
  • They’re are already soaked, but to prevent getting more soaked, they start running to the theatre. It seemed like a good idea until one of them trips, and there was a giant puddle ready for the both of them to fall into.
  • Noctis looks like a drowned cat, and his s/o wants to laugh but they’re a drowned cat too.
  • After that, there’s no running, and they walk to the theatre only to find that the movie they were going to see is completely sold out. For the whole day. Noctis looks increasingly frustrated.
  • “There’s still lunch?” his s/o suggests, and they’re headed to one of the fast food restaurants close by.
  • The restaurant is out of french fries. And chicken tenders. And sandwiches. “What DO you have?” They have broccoli. The restaurant has broccoli.
  • “This is blasphemy against the crown!” Noctis shakes his fist to the sky dramatically, then grins when he sees his s/o really struggling not to laugh at him. 
  • The date itself was a complete disaster, but once the two of them get home, they take a hot shower together and then collapse on the couch and gorge themselves on cup noodles.

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Love Yourself | Pt. 2

Originally posted by mayfifolle

Genre: Angst

Pairing: (Personal Trainer) Jimin x Reader

Length: 3.3k

Warnings: M for some language. Don’t read if you’re sensitive about weight issues. Eventual smut not in this chapter.

It was currently storming outside and the sound of thunder jolted you awake. 

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Mistake (Sister! Winchester)

“Imagine being the little sister of Sam and Dean. One night you sneak out to hunt down a vampire that killed your friend, but one vampire turns into an entire nest.”

Anon Requested: “Can you make an imagine where Sam & Dean have a little sister and she sneaks out to hunt vampires in the middle of the night.”

A/N: I had some fun with this one, I hope you guys enjoy it! 

Warnings: Blood, IV needles, Violence, Vampire Murders.

Maps and building blueprints littered the screen of your laptop. Your leaned forward, trying to tell if the blueprint you looked at matched the building on the map. Sighing, you leaned back into the chair. Your oldest brother walked over with an entire pie in hand. He held it towards you, that toothy grin of his on face. “Want some?”

“Nah, its all yours.”

He let out a small chuckle and grabbed a beer from the fridge, plopping down on the couch. Your eyes moved to Sam, he was busy doing most of the work as always. The case you all were working on as causing some hell, literally. Your eyes focused in on the building on your laptop screen, it matched all the details, it had to be the one. You smiled to yourself as you sent the building information to your phone and closed your laptop.


You looked up to Sam, just realizing that you had drowned them out when they were talking. “Uh yeah?”

“I know it’s a tough subject, but…” he leaned back in his seat, his big arms crossing over his chest as he wondered how to ask you. “How are you holding up with your friends death?”

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You love somebody, right? you love them so much that you would die for them, but maybe they don’t love you back. and every time you look at them it’s like you’re drowning, like you are standing on the edge of a cliff and they are about to push you over, like giving all the best pieces of yourself away only to find they don’t mean a thing.

you would sell your love to the first person who looked at you if it meant you wouldn’t miss him anymore.

you think you’re better off without a heart but you are wrong. love doesn’t always give you back what it stole, and you might not be like you once were but that doesn’t mean you can’t love again.

you are so wrapped up in the ways he doesn’t love you that you can’t look around and see who does.

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write– Lily Rain
Happier Without Me?

Request from @isabela-claire​: hiya! could i request an imagine please with bucky? could you do one based off the song “happier” by ed sheeran? that would be totally amazing, it’s just so great. but if you don’t mind i’d love a happy ending, sad endings make me cry. & i really don’t wanna cry. thanks so much!!! have a wonderful day!

Note: Song based fics aren’t my biggest strength but I enjoyed writing this one so I hope it proves to be just as enjoyable to read <3

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1,908

Disclaimer: GIF used is not mine. All credit goes to it’s creator. <3 Also the lyrics used do not belong to me!

Walking down 29th and Park
I saw you in another’s arms
Only a month we’ve been apart
You look happier.

This was the fifth time he had seen you over the course of the past two weeks; despite the rest of the team telling him to leave it he just couldn’t. He needed to talk to you but every single time he spotted you in the city you were always with him. It was the same guy each and every time….his arm wrapped around you protectively.  The very thing Bucky himself should have been doing – instead he had hurt you and now he was facing the consequences.

He never heard the words you spoke to each other as he would only ever get close enough to see you….never to hear that beautiful voice of yours, he didn’t want you to know that he was suffering because he knew he deserved it.

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anonymous asked:

3 with omega kylo please

3. “I don’t want to take advantage of you. Please, understand.”

Hux smells the omega before he sees him.

Kylo’s scent is overwhelming, like the sweetest of pastries mixed with the freshest of flowers, enlightening Hux’s senses to the point where his consciousness becomes clouded.

Kylo has gone into heat, and his scent is doing what it’s supposed to; luring a hungry alpha to his destination.

Rounding the corner of the bowels of the engineering unit to find Kylo slumped against a wall, his ragged breaths louder than the rumbles of the Finalizer. His deactivated lightsaber lies by his trembling hand, marks on the walls and floor from where he’s obviously slashed them, but Hux focuses on the bodies of three of his officers–alphas–lying dead on the floor.

“C-couldn’t help it,” Kylo whines, sat back against the wall, knees bent up but legs spread, and Hux takes quiet note of a wet patch on his trousers. “They were staring at me, I-I could hear their thoughts, they wanted to breed me, I killed them–”

Kylo groans loudly, lifting his hips from the floor as he trembles, gasping, but his weak body fails him and he falls to the side, lying with his back flat against the wall, trying to curl in on himself.

Hux feels dizzy.

His instincts are screaming at him to take Kylo here and now, flip him over and tear his breeches from his body to part his legs to fuck him until Hux’s knot has swelled inside him.

But the alpha blocks those thoughts from his mind; he can’t submit. Kylo is his cocommander, Snoke’s apprentice. To mate would be to surrender to their biologies. Kylo wouldn’t be fully consenting.

“Stars, Ren,” Hux says, feeling beads of sweat form on the back of his neck, but steps closer to Kylo regardless, kneeling down. “We need to get you out of here.”

“N-no,” Kylo whispers, eyes half-lidded, hand reaching up. “N-need…you. Now. Can’t wait, it’s too much. Armitage, help me.”

“Kylo,” Hux breathes, taking hold of Kylo’s hand only to guide it back down to the floor. “I don’t want to take advantage of you. Please, understand.”

The omega cries out, arching his back, hand grasping at the material of his shirt as he writhes, and Hux closes his eyes and turns away, struggling with leaving the boy to suffer.

“Hux…alpha, I…I’ve wanted you for so long,” Kylo breathes. “H-had to wait for my heat to have you…could sense your lust for me. Take me. I’m asking you. Don’t let me suffer.”

The heat rises in Hux’s stomach, pooling in his gut like lava and spreading through his veins, burning him, making him sweat.

Kylo’s eyes have never looked so dark, so deep, so inviting for Hux to drown in them.

And as he leans down to take the omega’s lips up into a messy kiss, Hux knows that he drowned for Kylo Ren long ago.

A Raven Among Crows: Pt 4

Originally posted by casaharington

You’re a woman disguised as a man at The Wall, but no one knows.

Part Two  Part Three  Part Five 

(Y/M/N)= Your Male Name

(Y/N)= Your Name

You are tired of hearing the stupid fucking wind howling all the damn time. Your feet ach and you’re starving. Hearing Jon complain wasn’t the worst thing in the world, the enjoyment you did find was looking at the beautiful landscape beyond the Wall.

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Malec Wedding thingy.

Alec POV 

 Alec couldn’t believe that Magnus had said yes when he proposed. He couldn’t believe that he was lucky enough to have someone like Magnus in his life. That’s why he was running around the apartment, trying to make it look perfect. There was another thing he wanted to ask Magnus, something related to them getting married. Alec was aware of the fact that Magnus lived there too, that cleaning like a maniac was a bit unnecessary, but he felt a weird need to do it. He looked over at the clock, only a couple of minutes before Magnus was supposed to come home. Alec took a deep breath, looked in the mirror and fixed his hair a bit, lastly he lit some candles. 

”I’m home” Magnus shouted as usual. Alec froze, he stood in the middle of the living room with a ton of candles around him and stared at the door.

He saw how Magnus faced dropped as he walked into the living room. ”What’s all this about?” Magnus asked as he walked up to Alec, gently placing his hands on Alecs waist. Alec smiled and looked down on Magnus, and felt the butterflies in his stomach as he realized Magnus had dropped his glamour, looking back up at him with his cat eyes. Alec swallowed hard, Magnus knew that his cat eyes did things to Alec. He tried to focus. 

”So I wanted to ask you something” Alec said, meaning to look into Magnus’s eyes as he did, but those cat eyes were to distracting so he ended up looking at Magnus’s lips and jawline. 

”Is that so?” Magnus said and pulled Alec closer ”I thought you wanted to do something involving a little less talking” he continued with a smirk as he moved his hands under Alec’s shirt. The feeling of Magnus’s fingers on his skin made him shiver, he bit his lip, he really needed to ask this. 

”You’ll have to wait until after we’re married” Alec said playfully back as he pulled back from Magnus, fighting the urge to throw himself at him. ”I was just thinking about the whole marriage thing” he continued as he pulled Magnus down on the couch, sitting next to each other. 

Magnus face changed, he looked worried and his glamour was back up. He pulled back. ”Have you changed your mind?” he asked, looking down on the floor.

”What?!” Alec didn’t understand how Magnus could even think that, he reached out and cupped his face in his hands, he looked into the now brown eyes ”I would never change my mind, ever” Alec saw Magnus smile and that little sparkel in his eyes. 

”I’ve just been thinking about how we can’t have a shadowhunter wedding” Alec continued, letting go of Magnus face but not letting go of their eye contact. Magnus face was confused but curious. ”I thought that .. we could, since you can’t get runes, that we could get the wedding union runes tattooed” Alec played with his hands as he said this, he didn’t know how Magnus would feel about it. He wasn’t really a part of the shadowhunter world in the same way, Alec knew how Magnus feel about their culture. 

”That sounds perfect” Magnus said, with a huge smile on his face he kissed Alec hard. When the kiss broke Alec saw Magnus cat eyes again, he gasped and Magnus laughed. He couldn’t resist it anymore, he threw himself on Magnus, kissing him all over his face.

”What happened with me waiting until we’re married?” Magnus laughed and pulled up Alec shirt, stroking him on the back. 

”I changed my mind” Alec whispered into Magnus’s neck, only to pull up again and looking into Magnus cat eyes, looking at them, drowning in them, they were so beautiful. Alec bit his lip before diving down to Magnus lips.

Poems ; j.j. x reader

Originally posted by riverrdxle

summary: basically, reader writes poems about Jughead, and gets drunk one day and he reads them and yep.

warnings: might be like a swear or two? like underage drinking and stuff , my writing in general.

a.n: you guys should tell me if I should write this as a series, because I didn’t go too much into detail with stuff and that irks me honestly.

words; 2,510

It all began with Y/n’s best friend Jughead telling her that he was going to go on a date with his girlfriend. She shouldn’t get this sad over him so she decided to do something she thought she would end up regretting the day after. She called up the clubbing gang, as she’d dubbed them to do exactly that, go clubbing.

“Any reason as to why you want to go clubbing? Perhaps it has to do with a certain gloomy beanie wearing boy?” Veronica asked her.

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