looking forlorn

Mess with them - Epilogue

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: This is a re-write of Chandler and Monica’s secret relationship.

Word Count: 1,169

Warnings: Language, Smut, Semi Public, Thigh Riding

A/N: Happy Birthday @bicevans ♥ ily 
Inspired by Friends S7ep16 The One with the Truth about London.(also quotes from that episode) AKA ‘the first time Steve and Reader hooked up’

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Originally posted by all-about-that-fandoms

The quinjet was oddly silent, a sign that the mission didn’t go very well. Your teammates were fast asleep in the back of the jet. You were knackered, too, but you kept replaying the failed mission over and over in your head.

With a heavy sign, you crossed the jet and slumped down in the seat next to Steve. He threw you a side glance, but his hands were still on the control panel, his attention focused on the dials. You glanced at the sky and its pale pink clouds. Steve saw the forlorn look in your eyes.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“No?” You scoffed. “You gave me an order and I failed. Don’t go easy on me, I’m not a child.”

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anonymous asked:

solangelo and #60? your writing is so good omg im jealous ❤️❤️❤️

Aaaaah! Thank you! I’m so sorry this took forever, I’ve had a crazy week this week and I haven’t had anytime to write! But, here it is!

Prompt: “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

Nico’s lungs filled with the choking scent of cigarettes and alcohol as he made his way to the bar. The pounding beat of a techno song reverberated through the oppressive crush of hot, sweaty bodies and into Nico’s skull. He finally reached the other end of the room, where a long,  forlorn-looking counter sat entertaining its few occupants.

Nico took a seat on one of the neglected barstools and asked the young woman behind the counter for a glass of water. She returned less than a minute later and handed him a glass, which he thanked her for before swiveling around to observe the activity at the opposite side of the space.

Drunken laughter mingled with the rumbling bass of the music. The crowd swayed and knocked against each other in a sort of joyful, haphazard dance. Slithering tendrils of purple-gray smoke rose from the assembly, while empty beer bottles rolled underfoot.

“I’ve not seen you here before,” an unfamiliar voice said. Nico whipped around to locate the source, and found himself face to face with a man who couldn’t have been much older than him.

He had golden hair that curled slightly and round blue eyes that glimmered with amusement. Freckles dusted the angular plains of his face, and a thin, white scar cut across his pointed chin. “You don’t come around here a lot, do you?” he asked. His voice was warm and mellifluous, almost musical.

“No, I’m not really one to frequent bars and clubs much,” Nico replied.

The boy raised an eyebrow, “Then what brought you here? Rough week?”

“No,” Nico replied, shaking his head. “More like my friend’s birthday.” He jutted his chin in the direction of the crowd, where Percy, Leo, and Jason were busy toppling over each other as they tried to keep up with the speeding rhythm of the song.

“Ah,” the boy replied.

Nico sipped his water and faced him, “So, what’s your name?”

“Will Solace,” the boy–Will–answered.

“And how’d you end up in this place?” Nico inquired.

“I’m a med student and finals are coming up, that’s all you need to know,” Will said. Nico chuckled and rested his elbow on the bar. There was something captivating about the way the light danced on Will’s sculpted features that left Nico unable to tear his eyes from him.

“How about I buy you a drink. Cheers to finals?” Nico offered.

A smirk flickered across Will’s lips. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

“S-so what if I am?” Nico stuttered, his cheeks coloring.

Will leaned forward. The glimmer in his blue eyes seemed more pronounced now. “Well, then I’d consider myself pretty damn lucky.”

Nico’s blush deepened, and his heart hammered in his chest. He opened his mouth to respond, but his voice died in his throat.

Suddenly, Will averted his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. “Shit, did I go too far?”

“No, no. You just caught me off guard that’s all,” Nico replied.

Will’s face relaxed into an easy smile, “What, you aren’t used to being flirted with?”

“People tend to avoid me,” Nico answered, shaking his head.

“You’re kidding me!” Will exclaimed. “With a face like yours I’d think you’d be fighting men and women off with a stick!”

Nico laughed. “No, they don’t seem to notice my natural charm,” he joked. 

“Well, their loss, then,” Will answered. He yawned and stretched his arms. 

“Tired, Solace?” Nico asked. 

“Yeah,” Will answered. “This place is exhausting.”

“Then go home,” Nico said. 

Will suddenly perked up at Nico’s words. “Oh, hell no,” Will replied. “Not without getting your number first!” He drew his phone from his pocket and held it out to Nico. 

“You want my number?” Nico asked in surprise. 

“Of course I want your number,” Will countered. 

Finally, Nico took the phone from Will and punched in his number before returning it. 

“I’m expecting a text from you sometime tonight, doctor’s orders.” Will said in a playful tone.

Nico rolled his eyes, “Whatever you say Will.”

He grinned, “Good night, Nico.” 

Nico smiled in return, “Good night, Will.”

With one last wave, Will turned and disappeared into the haze of smoke and bodies on the other side of the room, leaving Nico’s heart pounding louder than the beat of the music. 

To Know One’s Heart- Legolas Greenleaf

Originally posted by ginger-girl-world

Pairing: Legolas/OC

Request: This idea just sort of came to me, so I ran with it!

Warnings: None

A/N: I honestly am a little shocked I’ve never written Legolas before considering I used to be so in love with him. BETTA LATE THAN NEVER. I hope this turned out okay…I had to do a lot of googling and research for the bits of Elvish, but even then I’m sure it’s not perfect. I’ll put the translations at the bottom. I also got a little, super tiny bit sappy. But hope you enjoy anyways! :) Let me know what you think!

The sorrow in the air was so thick, it was almost difficult to breathe. I scanned the faces of the men around me, dressed in their secondhand armor and some holding weapons that hadn’t seen the light of day in many years. Their expressions were all so forlorn, the looks of men readying to attend their own funeral. The weight of that sorrow felt like a burden. It was only then that I decided to escape, catching Aragorn’s eye from across the room before slipping out into the corridor.

A few minutes later, I found myself in the small, candle-lit chapel. I was surprised to find it nearly empty. Almost as surprised as I was to find myself there in the first place. I hadn’t prayed for many years. Not since I had been a child. Not since my mother and father were alive. I sat in the first pew, closest to the altar. Most of the candles had melted to nothing more than stubs, casting flickering shadows against the stone walls. I wasn’t sure where to begin, what to pray for. Legolas and Aragorn’s argument still rang in my ears. I had never known Legolas to despair, but he wasn’t wrong. 300 against 10,000. Most of them would die, maybe myself among them.

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Sherlock was right, of course. She’s gone. Left us the phone because I suppose she trusted us.

He was asked to look at the body to confirm it was her. Her face wasn’t exactly… recognisable so he wasn’t able to make a positive identification. So they brought in her girlfriend (who I, apparently, met! How did I not know Kate was her girlfriend?) to visually identify her by her body, instead.

I’ve had hundreds of messages from you all asking me if I was jealous (or, rather, telling me that I am) and perhaps in some way you were right, he’s been in raptures about how exciting she is and I was worried that he -

Anyway. We can move on from this. I’m going to drag Sherlock on to the sofa now and get him to deduce things about the people in the background on the news. If he can. He’s still looking… forlorn.

Things I’ve Seen During Finals
  • Someone calling in sick to work in order to sleep for their hour long shift.
  • Someone breakdancing to a boombox blasting Christmas music on the quad.
  • Someone crying because they got a free sandwich.
  • Someone walking into the lounge at 1 am with a huge stack of books, and the determination of someone who forgot a term paper.
  • Someone putting off writing their thesis because someone else needed math help and “logarithms are fun!”
  • Someone taking a lighter to a notebook as soon as they left the science building.
  • More than one flask being carried to class.
  • Someone literally giggle evilly when given a 6-pack of beer.
  • A freshman taking gen eds complaining about everyone else complaining about how hard finals are. (Note: the freshman may or may not have ever been seen again.)
  • Someone crossing campus at a run in slippers.
  • A nursing major explaining that finals are actually natural selection, and that she is the strongest and most adaptable and she was going to survive, while talking to herself.
  • A different nursing major looking very forlorn because she just ran out of wine.
  • Someone sleeping on a bench in the music building, with actual pillows and blankets and everything.
  • Sticky notes with swearwords written on them littered around the science building.
  • A group of students trying to one-up each other about how badly their juries had just gone.
  • Someone leaving for the library at 3 am, because there was free coffee there.
  • Someone flipping off the professor after being wished good luck on the final.
  • The same person realizing that they have an entire lifetime of that class ahead of them, because it’s their major.
  • Someone being questioned about how they wanted their funeral to look, after talking about the 8000 words they had due.
  • Just, so many people sprawled on floors because it’s easier to do that than anything else. So many.
  • The most genuine gratitude I’ve had directed at me possibly ever, because I gave someone a peanut butter cookie.

Finals: we’re all tired, hungry, and a little unhinged. It’s okay.

Just a doodle that only took a few hours
Drew this while watching @lambofthelions and @kyokyo866 play their game Diamontalia of which I am very excited for :))))
Don’t ask me why Queen Lilli looks so forlorn, it just kinda happened that way
I love drawing big dresssessss why aren’t there many womennnnnnnn I guess men can wear them too but stillllllllll

100 Ways to Say “I Love You” No. 71

“No reason.”

Requested by @fireproofie 

[AO3]  Deaf!Cas, Human!AU, Domestic AU, Daddy!Destiel, fluff, teensy bit of angst ish kinda

Something was up with Castiel. Dean had noticed it ever since they put their kids to bed. He was quiet and forlorn looking and it was frankly troubling. Castiel was a thoughtful man, he knew that, they’d been together for over eight years now.

Once Castiel sat on the couch, seemingly as far from Dean as possible Dean thought maybe he’d done something wrong. It was confusing to say the least.

Dean poked Cas with his toe before starting. “Hey, Cas?” Dean signed. He flipped the remote in his hand slowly as he awaited Castiel’s answer.

Castiel didn’t answer for a while, as if he were lost in space. Eventually, he turned his head again, still partly looking lost. “Yes, Dean?” his features softened slightly, making him look more relax, less tense and lost in thought.

Are you okay?” Dean reached out his hand and laced it over Castiel’s. It was warm, and after a moment, curled around his own.

“I’m okay.” He replied, using his voice. Just okay, not good or great or anything, just okay. “Why do you ask?

The question was odd, Dean frequently asked how Cas was feeling and how his day at work had been and Castiel never questioned his motives.

No reason,” Dean decided. He hated being pushed for his own thoughts, he wasn’t about to force them out of Cas. Instead, Dean pulled Castiel closer and let him lie against his chest, the TV was on mute with just the subtitles, though neither of them were watching it.

Cas picked up Dean’s hand and traced patterns over the tanned skin, prodding each freckle with a tender gentleness that made Dean smile sadly. This was the sort of thing Cas did when he was worried about something. He pressed a kiss to Cas’ temple as they relaxed and they slowly tuned into the nature program that was showing. They were Cas’ favourite, he doesn’t really need to hear what was being said and he could focus on the beautiful sceneries and animals darting across the screen.

At some point, Cas released Dean’s hands with a sigh and sat up before facing Dean. The way he looked at Dean like he was going to say something groundbreakingly important set Dean on edge a little.

I want to get the cochlear implant.” He signed, hands moving fast as if he was hoping Dean wouldn’t catch on.

Dean nodded in agreement, it would be Cas’ decision either way and he told him that.

I want to hear our children tell stories and learn to read and laugh. God, I want to hear you laugh too.” Cas was smiling now, his previous anxiety dissipating once he knew Dean was on board with his idea.

That’s great, Cas. That…” Dean’s hands fumbled a little as he struggled to show the right word. Instead of that he pulls Cas in hard towards him, crushing him in an all-encompassing hug.

Eventually, Cas pulls away gently, eyes wet and Dean thumbs away the tears. “I don’t know if I qualify yet, but research suggests that I can.

You do what you want to do, Cas; whatever makes you happy, okay?” Dean smiled brightly.


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anonymous asked:

do you think it's possible clarke was thinking about L/exa in that bed scene?

Yes, I do. She looked very lost. Sad. Forlorn. Stuck in a memory. One of her last memories of L/exa is also one of the last times she was in a bed with someone and felt truly safe. (One of the places she lost someone too.) 

I’m sure this all could have occurred to her.

But all her scenes about L/exa this season have been foreshadowing moving on.

“I loved her, mom.”
“She lives on through you.”

She will move on, in time.

No One Else

Summary: Based on John Legend’s You and I. Despite knowing Steve is your boyfriend, you’re not liking that you have to share him with so many other people. Steve shows you that you’re the only one that matters.

Characters: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Word Count: 2,129

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex. Oral sex (male receiving). 

A/N: I barely write Steve, so please be gentle with me. 

Tagging: @fvckingavengers @natahsaromanoffs @unadulteratedstorycollector @sincerelysaraahh

It was universal knowledge that Captain America belonged to—well—America. He was for the people and of the people, the whole shebang. He had saved the nation more than once and everyone adored him. Girls swooned at the mere glimpse of him, men envied him, and little boys dreamed to one day be like him. Steve Rogers was a dream.

Sighing, you twirled the amber liquid in your glass and rested your chin on your propped up hand. You knew you looked quite forlorn to everyone as you sat nursing a glass of whiskey and failed to mingle with the crowd. But you refused to give a single damn.

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The Night Charlotte was murdered

Charlotte stands in the Bell Tower with a forlorn look on her face looking out into the night. She stood there thinking to herself how could Elliot do this to me when she heard someone approaching from behind and she said

Charlotte: Ali, I told you I don’t want to talk about this?

Melissa: Nope! Wrong sister.

Charlotte turns around with a look of surprise and expectation on her face.

Charlotte: I told you, there is nothing to talk about! It’s your turn to rot away!

Melissa: Lets just slow down here! We can talk about this we are family remember

Charlotte: I understood that some people had to die like Wilden was a threat to us both and I killed him. But you went to far when you murdered my mother

Melissa: She wasn’t your mother. That women locked you away, besides she was a problem like Ian, Garrett, and Bethany she needed to be shut up

anonymous asked:

I feel like harry is in that group of singers that won't be in the music video of their song or at least be a really small part of it. x

For some reason, I always picture him doing one of those really cheesy (except his won’t be cheesy) 80′s music videos (think Celine Dion) where it’s a strong power ballad consisting of dreamy stares into the camera and shots of him looking forlorn over his shoulder at something…

Or he’ll just do something super Harry-esque that’s all black and white and has a ton of aesthetic shots of his tattoos and things that don’t make any sense.

Oh, okay, the memory potion gets Bae back to the boy that we knew, so that explains that. But goddammit, now he’s blaming his papa – WHO HAD FORSAKEN THE MAGIC FOR BAE’S SAKE – for doing what HE had ordered done. And Rumpel didn’t even try to explain – no ‘Beowulf was already dead by Grendel’s hand’, no ‘Beowulf had engineered it all, and attacked you and I had to kill him’, nothing in his own self-defense. Because Rumpel won’t lie and say he didn’t kill a man when he knows that he did, even though he was commanded to do so and it wasn’t of his own choosing. Now I wanna cry and give Rumpel a hug, he looked so forlorn after Bae accused him and stormed out.