shrugs-and-sighs

@ask-modern-demon from X

“poor Oswald is probably collecting dust bunnies as we speak..he doesnt deserve such pain as we did” Alice frowned knowing that she did in fact got carried away, rubbing her arms for warmth and averting her eyes from the demon. the spotlight meant everything to the angel as if it was God’s light shining down at her. the toon let out a sigh, shrugging at the thought of the poor rabbit but still quite fired up from the mouse.

“i dont want to be forgotten thats all…”

Victor+Yuuri and that good ‘ol PDA

  • Yuuri is the king of sneak kisses. Victor will be reading, watching tv, or just minding his business and ‘oh hi stunning husband is kissing me.’ Sometimes it’s a quick little peck before Yuuri’s out running errands, or a “I’m bored and you’re cute” make out session.” Victor loves it.

  • They swap kisses all the time. A kiss before Yuuri is back on the ice, a “I missed you” peck when someone gets back home, the “You were gorgeous and I have to remind you how gorgeous you are” kiss over the couch. 

  • Victor LOVES holding Yuuri. Usually his arm is around his shoulders or his waist while out and about. Yuuri usually just slides in closer using Victor’s pockets to warm his hands instead of his gloves. 

  • Victor buys these and even though they make walking 100% harder and Yuuri’s hand sweats every time….Yuuri love them. (Yes they even have V and Y on each glove)  
    [Image description: 2 normal grey gloves with a third glove being made for two people to hold hands in. Each normal glove has a letter on it, M+V respectively, while the couple glove has a heart.]

  • At home Victor will just lay on top of or beside Yuuri. Yuuri just shrugs, repositions him, and then sighs when Makkachin starts whining because “No wait Dad, it was MY TURN to cuddle New Dad.”

  • Even when sleeping alone they both have a perfect husband shaped hole next to them. Sleeping on the couch usually turns into cuddling on the couch the moment the other person comes home. When apart they usually cuddle a pillow. 

  • Victor LOVES being little spoon because it’s Yuuri’s arms around him while he sleeps why WOULDN’T he want that? Sometimes though, Yuuri prefers being little spoon especially when his anxiety is bad. Also when Victor grows his hair out a little bit. Yuuri has woken up with silver hair in his mouth too many times to count…he suffers for true love. 

  • They’re that couple who casually rubs each other’s backs, hook pinkies, bump shoulders/hands, or (Victor since he’s taller) rest their chin on the other person’s shoulder. Yuuri especially loves holding hands since in big groups it gives him something to concentrate on.

  • Victor posts those “my husband lead me around all day” things where it’s his normal day with Yuuri holding his hand leading him on. It all gets posted to his Snapchat+Instagram.

  •  First, Yuuri guiding him towards the kitchen for breakfast, then Yuuri walking him to the rink, Yuuri leading him on the ice, Yuuri leading him to a food stand for lunch, more Yuuri leading him on ice, Yuuri leading him home, and the last image is Yuuri grinning at him with his hand out in sleep pants looking sleepy but so so SO happy. 

  • Yuuri still never posts outside of a “Here’s Victor doing something really cool” or a rare selfie, but Victor’s insta…..every other post is Yuuri or Makkachin.

  • His most popular post (that is also his phone backrgound, Yuuri’s contact photo, and one day a full size poster if he had his way.) is a photo of Yuuri asleep on the couch curled around Makkachin his face buried in the dog’s fur. Victor’s flight got held up, and Victor told Yuuri to head home because the weather was getting bad, and he needed to sleep. It also has a video (for him) of him cupping Yuuri’s cheek, Yuuri nuzzling it, and half waking up before murmuring “…Vitya?” 

  • Victor just really loves his husband. 

  • Yuuri just really loves his husband. 
Alternatives to the Word “Said”

accepted, accused, acknowledged, added, addressed, admitted, advertised, advised, affirmed, agonized, agreed, alleged, alluded, announced, answered, apologized, appealed, approved, argued, arranged, articulated, asked, asserted, asseverated, assumed, assured, averred, avowed

babbled, bargained, barked, bawled, beamed, beckoned, began, begged, bellowed, beseeched, bet, bleated, blubbered, blurted, boasted, boomed, bossed, bragged, breathed, broadcasted, broke in, bubbled, bugged, burst out

cajoled, called, carped, cautioned, censured, challenged, chanted, chatted, chattered, cheered, chided, chimed in, choked, chortled, chorused, chuckled, circulated, claimed, clucked, coaxed, comforted, commanded, commented, complained, conceded, concluded, concurred, condemned, conferred, confessed, confided, confirmed, congratulated, consented, consoled, contended, continued, convinced, corrected, coughed, countered, craved, cried, cried out, criticized, croaked, crooned, cross-examined, crowed, cursed

dared, deadpanned, debated, decided, declared, decreed, defended, demanded, denied, denoted, described, dictated, digressed, directed, disagreed, disclosed, disposed, disseminated, distributed, divulged, doubted, drawled, droned

echoed, elaborated, emitted, empathized, encouraged, ended, entreated, enunciated, equivocated, exacted, exaggerated, exclaimed, exhorted, explained, exposed, extolled

faltered, finished, foretold, fretted, fumed

gasped, gawped, gibed, giggled, glowered, got out, greeted, grieved, grinned, groaned, growled, grumbled, grunted, guessed, gulped, gurgled, gushed

handed on, held, hesitated, hinted, hissed, hollered, hooted, howled, hypothesized

imitated, imparted, implied, implored, importuned, inclined, indicated, informed, inquired, insisted, instructed, interjected, interrupted, intoned, invited

jabbered, jeered, jested, joked, justified

kibitzed, keened

lamented, laughed, lectured, leered, lied, lilted, lisped

made known, made mention of, made public, maintained, marked, marveled, mentioned, mewled, mimicked, moaned, mocked, mourned, mumbled, murmured, mused, muttered

nagged, necessitated, needed, nodded, noted

objected, observed, offered, ordered

panted, passed on, piped, pleaded, pledged, pointed out, pondered, postulated, praised, prayed, preached, premised, presented, presupposed, proclaimed, prodded, professed, proffered, promised, promulgated, proposed, protested, provoked, publicized, published, puled, purred, put forth, put in, put out, puzzled

quaked, quavered, queried, questioned, quipped, quivered, quizzed, quoted

raged, railed, ranted, raved, reasoned, reassured, recalled, recited, reckoned, reiterated, rejoiced, rejoined, related, released, remarked, remembered, reminded, remonstrated, repeated, replied, reported, reprimanded, requested, required, requisitioned, responded, retorted, revealed, roared

sang, sassed, scoffed, scolded, screamed, screeched, seethed, sent, shared, shot, shouted, shrieked, shrilled, shrugged, shuddered, sighed, smiled, smirked, snapped, snarled, sneered, sneezed, snickered, sniffed, snivelled, snorted, sobbed, solicited, sought, specified, speculated, spluttered, spoke, spread, sputtered, squeaked, stammered, started, stated, stipulated, stormed, stuttered, stressed, suggested, supposed, surmised, swore, sympathized

tattled, taunted, teased, tempted, tested, testified, theorized, thought, threatened, thundered, ticked off, told, told off, touted, trailed off, transferred, transmitted, trembled, trumpeted

understood, undertook, upbraided, urged, uttered

ventured, verified, vociferated, voiced, vouched for, vowed

waffled, wailed, wanted, warned, went on, wept, wheedled, whimpered, whined, whispered, wondered, worried

yakked, yawned, yawped, yelled, yelped, yowled

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A/N: I’m not happy with this, so I’m probably taking it down again but here goes a try. 

Word Count: 3,013

”Shawn? Shawn? Are you even listening to me at all?” I muttered, glancing over at Shawn in the passenger seat. 

I turned down John Mayer’s calming voice singing to us through the stereo in the jeep. My eyes fell on Shawn late enough for him to jerk up his head and quickly pop his eyes open. Confused and sleepy. For short moment probably wondering where on earth he was. 

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The Luckiest

Title: The Luckiest

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: After getting hurt in a hunt, Sam’s boyfriend-y senses kicked in.

Word Count: around 630 words

Author’s Note: Just a little cute thing I wrote! Sorry for any mistakes. 

Originally posted by waywardsupernaturalgirl


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Thirteenth Time’s a Charm (Peter Parker x reader)

Originally posted by vintagejosh

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary:  Prompt List #12: “Try me.” ; #16. You know I love you, right?“

It takes thirteen times for Y/N to realize why, and for Peter to tell her.

Requested: no

Warnings: language

 Okay so I decided to switch it up a bit because I had so many similar prompt requests so ya!! Enjoy!! Oh and I would love it if y'all sent me what your favorite imagine is so far! I love hearing your feedback! And whichever imagine gets the most votes I’ll make a part 2!!:) So pls message/inbox me your answers! Oh and I’m super excited to announce that I will be starting a short fic soon! It will be inspired by sddonald22 because their request was so original and i loved it! So stay tuned!! Love u all<333  masterlist below!

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“I promise tomorrow night, Y/N”

“I’m so sorry, I got caught up with something”

“Had to get something for Aunt May, I’ll see you tomorrow I promise”

Those were just some of the numerous excuses Peter told you almost every night. Every night for the past two weeks you’ve been stood up by your best friend, Peter.

You’d been acting as if it didn’t bother you each time his name would pop up on your phone, indicating another excuse, another day, over and over again. Before something had caused Peter to vanish every night with no explanation, you two were inseparable. Monday and Friday nights were movie nights, while Tuesday and Thursday’s were study nights.

Excitement stormed through your veins as soon as your knuckles hit his door, waiting patiently for Peter, or Aunt May to open the door, inviting you in. You treasured those nights, because Peter was around.

But tonight was different. Tonight was the night you had really had enough. You moved from working on your Algebra homework, which Peter was supposed to help you with, it was Thursday after all.

You shoved your pencil back into your backpack along with your textbook and spiral, zipping it up for the night. Sighing, you shut off your desk lamp whilst grabbing your phone, plopping down on the bed. You gazed at the ceiling, your mind recalling the last movie night the two of you had, the memories so vivid.

“Hey, Y/N/N! I hope you’re ready for Empire Strikes back!” his lips curl into that breathtaking smile you loved so much.

His smile being contagious you laughed, “Of course! It’s your turn to pick anyway,” you threw your hands up and walked in automatically since it’s a place of familiarity.

During the movie, you look over at Peter, his big, bright brown eyes glued to the TV, excitement filling them. Your heart fluttered at his gaze, your feelings becoming stronger by the minute. He catches your gaze and locks eyes with yours, bright brown meeting Y/E/C, both of your hearts beating a mile a minute without the knowledge of the others feelings. You smiled at each other and then focused back on film, realizing these were the nights you cherished the most.

Your phone lit up with a notification, breaking you from your thoughts.

From Pete:-): hey I’m sorry about tonight. Pls find some way to forgive me again. Study hard for that Algebra test tmrw, I know you’ll do great.

You sighed heavily once more, letting the disappointment flood your memory, knowing that whatever he was doing must be more important to him than you.

The next day at school, you were pulling out your Algebra text book to slip back into your locker, getting ready for your afternoon class when you felt a someone lean against the locker next to yours.

“So, you miss me last night?” the familiar voice waking you up from your school daze.

You forcefully slam your locker shut once you see Peter cockily leaned against the lockers, eyebrows raised at you. Your eyes narrow, whipping your head in his direction, anger bubbling deep inside the pit of your stomach. You scan his figure up and down, his soft hair slightly over his head this morning. His eyes played with you while your gaze fell on him, causing your cheeks to slightly flush on instinct from him gaze.

God dammit, why does he have to look so fucking cute today, the day I’ve actually taken into my account of anger at him.

Breaking your trance you roll your eyes at him and turn your body to face him completely, “Not really. After text number thirteen of blowing me off, I’ve seemed to develop kind of a taste for disappointment,” you sassed back, a frown displayed across your lips as you watch his smile fade as your sentence progressed.

His eyebrows scrunched and his eyes dropped in guilt at you, “W-What? Thirteen times?” he stuttered out, his cheeks becoming slightly flushed at the numerous times he’s blown you off.

You shrugged your shoulders at him, sighing while turning on your heel to the opposite end of the hallway, heading to your next class. You couldn’t confront him about it in the middle of the hallway, you’d get so fired up you’d end up making a scene. You weaved in and out of the crowded halls, ignoring Peter’s calls to you as you make another trek to Chemistry without your friend by your side.

“Please, Y/N, please talk to me,” Peter pleaded in your ear while you continue to pour the solution into the flask.

You nudged your goggles up with your forefinger, shaking you shoulders and thoughts as you attempted to focus on the lab and not the pleading boy next to you. His sighs continued since the beginning of class as he attempted to get your attention, his heart sad for leaving you lonely for yet another night.

Peter scooted his stool closer to you, neck craning towards your busy mind as he shoved is elbows on to the lab table, “I’m sorry, okay You know that. I just was so busy that you wouldn’t understand..,” he pleads for the millionth time in a span of ten minutes.

Your brain fought the urge to look over your right shoulder to stare into those captivating brown eyes that sucked you in every time. But no, not this time. This time was different. This time you actually decided to listen to the intellectual part of yourself and realize what Peter has done to you thirteen times, is absolutely ridiculous. The added play was the fact that every time this happened, he would just run out an apology, with no explanation. You never asked for one, because you felt bad. You didn’t want to interfere with his personal life. Even though, you and Ned basically were his personal life.

But, today you decided differently. You would interfere. You would crack him.

Your mind wandered back to reality, your eyes blinking rapidly as his continuous pleads began to ring back into your eardrum. Rolling your eyes, you reach up and yank off your lab goggles, turning to him with an exasperated sigh, sass taking over your demeanor, “Try me.”

Your voice sounded skeptical yet angry at the same time, arms folded across your chest, lips pursed and Y/E/C eyes narrowed at his guilt stricken face. As the words carried to his ears, he felt a lump in his throat begin to form with the amount of lies he’s about to let out in front of you. His hands became sweaty at your intent gaze, worried you may be able to detect the lies about to roll of his tongue.

He cracked his knuckles, head jerking to the side, mouth open as his jaw tightened in frustration before looking back up and stuttering a little, “It’s… complicated, Y/N.”

You eyes roll once again at his seemingly useless and generic reply to your concern for his nightly mishaps. You reach over and put back on your goggles, scooting your chair up farther before muttering to him sharply, “Much too complicated for me to understand though, right?” you sass back, shaking your head as Peter just sat there and looked at you with an intense, yet guilty stare.

Your snarky attitude didn’t stop there. Your previous comment caused something in your brain to click as your eyes met Peter’s in an intense glare, the back of your mind telling you not to stop there.

This is the thirteenth time, Y/N. And every other time you’ve let him off the hook. Not this time, don’t do it.

Your mouth opened widely before turning toward Peter once again, before allowing your mind to take over and let everything you’ve been wanting to say to him for the past two weeks roll off your tongue.

“You know what, Peter? Every other time you’ve bailed on me, I’ve taken it with a grain of salt. I would let you skip your sorry ass into school every day, the usual sappy and half-ass apology on the tip of your tongue as you walked up to me, prepared to hit me with it. But this time, the thirteenth time, I’m fed up. It’s not even an apology anymore, Peter! It’s a game to you! No one in their right mind would make plans with someone night after night and then bail every fucking time!”

Your voice grew louder as each word jumped off your tongue. You knew you had attracted a few of your classmates’ glares, but you didn’t care. Peter never once separated his gaze from yours, his jaw tightening every time your voice grew. His guilty persona allowed you to cut him some slack, slight regret flooding your veins, your heart getting in the way of a heated and concerning argument.

Damn you, feelings. Fuck you.

Feeling your teacher’s eyes on you, you picked up a flask to make it look as if you were working. Your attention snapped back to Peter instantly, head cocking sideways as you impatiently waited for yet another one of his lame, overused excuses to reply to your heated rant.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, Peter sighing as you did so. Your lips stayed pursed as you carefully watched his next movement, which cause your eyes to fill with surprise and shock. Peter’s muscular, calloused hand reached over the lab solution (lol) and placed itself on top yours. The spark instantly ignited your veins by his sweet gesture and heart-warming touches that set you on fire.

He looked over at you softly, eyes settling on yours in concern, and radiated something you couldn’t quite identify in the moment, “Y/N, I know that what I’ve done these past few weeks has been so shitty and such a dick move and I truly am so, so sorry,” he let out, lips turning downward in a sad frown, eyes pleaded into yours, hopeful forgiveness filled them.

You heavily sighed, head looking down and then back up at Peter’s gaze, opening your mouth to say something snarky yet forgiving all wrapped in one. But before you could respond, Peter began to let out his apology once again.

“What I’ve been doing could somehow put you in danger if it turned into something potentially bad, very quickly. And, I don’t know what I would do to myself if something ever happened to you, god. I wouldn’t be able to go on,” his voice stuttered with fear and angst as the thought of your life at risk flashed into his mind.

You felt your heart puddle at the bottom of your stomach, face heating as the soft voice of Peter portraying his immense concern for your being met your ears in a soft trance. A smile formed across your face, eyes smiling as well as your brain processed what your response would be.

Peter cut you off, scooting even closer to you once more before staring deeply into your Y/E/C orbs, “You know I love you, right?” he questioned, voice quiet yet soft as the words danced off his thin pinks lips. Your arms and legs grew weak at his sudden comment.

On a romantic level or even on a friendly one, you knew where your heart belonged and why your concern for bailing on you was so deep.

Whispering lightly between the two of you, you answered truthfully, “I do now.”

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Requested by anon. But I changed it up a bit. Sorry, hope this is okay (:

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Your best friend was on her feet, with the mic in her hand. “I just wanted to say that you are the only reason why my best friend came. She has seriously been crushing on you for years!” She cackled.

Your cheeks flushed with red as you sunk in to your seat. Feeling the eyes on you, including his, made you fluster even more.

Tom had noticed you since the moment he walked on stage. You were in the front row, which made it easier for him to spot you.

He noticed tour beautiful smile, and the sound of your laugh. Tom was hooked immediately and no matter how hard he tried to shake the feelings, he couldn’t.

You were a bashful mess, blushing as you tried to hide your face. Tom couldn’t help but smile as he watched you.

He had to remind himself not to stare too long. He cleared his throat, and brought the mic up to his lips. “I am truly honored. To have a girl that beautiful come out here for me is just amazing.” He muttered.

His words caused your stomach to flutter as you dropped your hands and shot your gaze up to him. He flashed you a smile, and you smiled back.

“Okay, for my real question, I was wondering if you can tell us anything about the next Thor movie?” She asked.

He glanced at you for a second, but immediately sat up and turned to your best friend. “Ah. Thor.” He mumbled.

———-

After long hours of panels and interviews, you and your best friend were going to the autograph tables, to meet Tom Hiddleston and a few other members from Thor.

“Aw come on Y/N! I did you a favor!” Your best friend exclaimed. “I mean, he called you beautiful for gods sake!”

“He only did that to be polite! I mean you kind of just threw that on him. If he ignored it, he would’ve been called an asshole.” You stated. Growing nervous as you got closer to him.

She shrugged her shoulders and sighed. “Grow a pair. Who cares anyways? It’s not like he’s going to remember. And besides, it’s comic con.” She winked. “What happens at comic con, stays at comic con.”

“Yea, until someone makes it into a gif.” You mumbled.

It was now your turn.

You walked up, and met his gaze. Feeling the immediate warmth and nervousness you once felt before.

His eyes lit up as he saw you. After Nerd HQ, he thought he’d never see you again, which bummed him out.

So seeing you, standing right in front of him, wit the smile that captivated him. He was ecstatic.

Tom reached his hand out to you, not once taking his eyes off you. “Well we meet again.” He smiled. “How are you-” he paused giving you a quizzical look.

“Y/N.” You muttered.

“Y/N? How are you, Y/N?” He smiled.

The way your name rolled off his tongue, made your heart beat profusely as if it were about to jump out of your chest.

“I’m great! And how about yourself, Mr. Hiddleston?” You chuckled. Proud of yourself for not shying in front of him.

He scrunches his nose and shook his head. “Oh god, that makes me sound so old.” He muttered. “Is that you’re way of calling me old?”

You shrugged your shoulders and hummed. “Maybe.”

His smile grew as a laugh escaped him and filled the air. “So what are you? A baby?”

“I’m legal.” You winked.

You both belted out in to giggles, not able to keep from smiling.

Just being near him and talking to him, you felt your life was complete. The thing you loved most about him, was how incredibly easy it was to talk to him.

And that’s what he loved about you as well. In his whole acting career, he’s only ever met a few people he was able to hold a conversation with. And here you were, making jokes as if you’ve known him for a while.

One of the volunteers whispered something in his ear which made him drop his smile, and nod. “Sorry.” He muttered.

The volunteer walked back to the back.

“Look, you got me in trouble.” Tom chuckled.

“Oh, I got you in trouble? And how did I manage to do that?” You asked.

“You kept talking to me. Making me hold up the line.” He teased.

You rolled your eyes and chuckled with him.

He quickly glanced down at your poster, and signed it for you. But before handing it back, he locked his eyes with yours and smirked, “thanks for getting me into trouble. Hope to see you around.”

You flashed a soft smile, and nodded. “Anytime, old man.” You winked.

You grabbed your poster and started toward where your best friend waited. She was in line to meet Chris Evans.

“So, how was it? Did you chicken out and run away?” She chuckled.

You shook your head and glanced down at your signed poster. As your eyes followed the marks, your heart stopped as you noticed the number he wrote in the bottom corner. “How about Coffee?” Under it.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N.” Your best friend snapped her fingers in your face.

You glanced up, eyes wide as you smiled so big, your cheeks started to hurt.

She furrowed her brows. “What the hell is wrong with you?” She asked.

You pointed at the number on the poster, trying to even your breathing. “I think he just asked me out on a date.” You whispered.

She snatched the poster from your hand and looked it over closely, gasping and jumping up and down. “Holy fucking shit. Tom Hiddleston asked you out.”

Acting - Dylan O’Brien (Smut)

Song: Alessia Cara - Wild Things

Rating: MA (17+ for Explicit Content)

Pairing: Reader x Dylan O’Brien

Word Count: 3,191

Warning: Exhibitionism(sort of), Oral (M>F), NSFW

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12.19 coda

holy fuck that hurt

It’s amazing, really. Castiel has blown him off, lied to him, stolen from him, and broken his god damn heart too many times to count today. But when Dagon raises her hand at him for what Dean thinks must be the last time, it’s still the worst he’s felt all week.

“No!” he screams, before all the breath is punched out of him at once. A golden glow takes over Castiel’s eyes, one that he hasn’t seen before.

He forgets to flinch when Castiel offers to fix his arm. He exposes the most vulnerable parts of himself, again, he never learns, and allows Castiel’s hand on him. His fingers hesitate over the folds of his sleeve, pressing more insistently when Dean doesn’t move away. He hates that he’s being cautious. No, he’s grateful for it. No, he - 

The familiar cold pulse of grace taking root steals his breath away.

“Are you ok?” he asks. Fragile and weak, like it always is with them.

The golden glow has left, but Castiel is still different somehow. He doesn’t slouch; he holds himself with all the confidence of someone that thinks themselves blameless. He’s seen that look at least once before, back when Castiel still liked to lie and go behind their backs for ultimately selfless reasons.

And he still asks Dean to trust him.

He would. He’s spent his day tracking phones and fixing trucks. It might hurt like a bitch, but this is all he has.

“Don’t,” he begs. A plea, a prayer.

Castiel drops his fingers to Dean’s head, and he doesn’t hesitate at all.

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this isn’t how it ends (remus x reader)

Pairing: Remus x Reader headcanons 

Requested by the beautiful @pottergoldstein - I hope you like this sweet pea

so this is really long oops

  • You couldn’t pin point the exact moment when you realised you loved Remus Lupin 
  • But you knew that out of all the uncertainty that surrounded you
  • Your feelings for Remus were a solid truth
  • It all started in your third year
  • You were visiting a friend who had slid off their broomstick and plummeted through the air
  • They were still unconscious, lost in a dreamless sleep
  • But he was not
  • He was lying there, aching with pain, angry red gashes slicing his arms and chest, purple bruises blossoming beneath pale skin
  • You knew who he was, everyone knew the Marauders
  • And without his friends, Remus looked very lonely 
  • And something punctured your chest and forced you to walk over to his bedside
  • After introducing yourself, you and he began to talk
  • And you don’t know what made you do it, but you found yourself dipping your hand into your bag and pulling out your favorite book
  • “So you’re not alone,” you simply said, and with that, you gave him a smile and left
  • Your conversation with Remus followed you for the rest of the day like a shadow 
  • And at night, those eyes that sparkled with mischief and intellect haunted you until you thought you saw them peering into your dreams
  • The next day, you returned to the hospital wing with the hopes of seeing Remus
  • After his recovery, the two of you met up in the library and tucked yourselves away in the corner of the room, concealed by shelves of books and engulfed in deep and lengthy conversations
  • Your fellow Slytherins were unimpressed with your choice of friends
  • Because they knew that something wasn’t right with Remus 
  • But that didn’t bother you
  • Besides, you didn’t know who to trust anymore
  • But you knew you could trust Remus
  • Because he made you feel warm inside, like butterbear on a winters day
  • You began to adore his little quirks
  • How he spoke with his hands whenever he became passionate about topics he loved
  • And the way he perfumed the air around the two of you with the sweet, subtle scent of chocolate and cinnamon
  • It was around the end of third year that you began to get suspicious and you started asking him questions
  • You found ways to slide questions into the conversations discreetly, you disguised your words just so
  • Because you were very clever with words, a gift that was unique to you
  • But Remus, who had built up a barrier over the years, didn’t let you in
  • It was toward the end of your fourth year when you finally gave up and confronted him
  • You couldn’t miss the way he suddenly went rigid at your question
  • And the way his words seemed to freeze in his lungs
  • With a shaky breath, he rose from his spot on the floor and scanned the shelves for a book 
  • “What are you doing?” you asked him curtly, confusion and agitation rising in your chest
  • He didn’t answer
  • Instead, he pulled a dusty, old book from the shelf and placed it in your open hands
  • The Essential Defence Against the Dark Arts by Arsenius Jigger was suddenly in your lap
  • “Page 394” he whispered, blinking back what looked like tears 
  • You turned to the page, still confused and irritated 
  • And then you read the title
  • Werewolves 
  • Suddenly, all confusion and irritation that had dwelled in your chest evaporated and guilt began to pour through the cracks in your ribcage
  • It all made sense 
  • “You’re a -”
  • When you looked up, he was gone
  • Remus avoided you for a week
  • And you didn’t hear from him for most of the summer
  • Until the last week of the holidays
  • When you received an owl carrying a square package
  • It was the book you had given Remus when you first met, your favourite book
  • This isn’t how it ends you said to yourself
  • So after the holidays ended
  • You marched straight up to Remus and pulled him away from his friends
  • You dragged him through the tall hallways until you reached the library
  • You shoved him into the corner
  • And you kissed him 
  • You kissed him so hard, you thought the air from you lungs had been sucked into a vacuum
  • And when he began to kiss you back, you knew
  • You were head over heels in love with Remus Lupin 
  • When you broke away, his expression looked dazed and hungry 
  • The taste of chocolate on your lips and your thundering heart in his hands
  • I don’t care that you’re a werewolf,” you breathed, “just don’t ever ignore me again,” 
  • “I’m sorry” he whispered, staring down at his feet
  • “I know,” you replied, at that, you kissed him again
  • That day, you gave your heart to a werewolf who you loved for all his cuts and scars
  • And that day, he finally felt like more than just a monster
  • He felt love  
  • And he knew he was finally home

bonus:

  • “Cough it up,” said Sirius from behind the bookshelf, beckoning James with an open palm “The deal was; five sickles if Remus and (Y/N) like each other,” 
  • “Well, we don’t know if they like each other,” said James, defensively, “They’re just…”
  • He peered around the corner and sighed. 
  • James gave Peter a desperate look for last-minute support, but all Wormtail could do was shrug. 
  • With another overdramatic sigh (which earned himself a face-splitting smirk from Sirius), James dipped his hands into his pockets and slapped the sickles into Sirius’s hands. 

Reylo Fandom: So this person at Lucasfilms set a lawn on fire with the words ‘Kylo and Rey Will Have An Interesting Relationship’, but then also revealed that Snoke will be wearing a pink feather boa and some crocs. Also, for a second that same employee hinted that Rey hates deviled eggs but that Kylo loves them.

Me: Huh.

Reylo Fandom: aren’t you worried ????

Me: It’s been nearly two years. Lucasfilms has broken me. If you came and told me it was confirmed that Lucasfilms caused the fall of the Roman Empire, I would probably just sigh and shrug. This fandom explodes and rebuilds itself like a horrific, bickering, eldritch starfish. I’m still not even sure if The Last Jedi is real or if we’ll all shuffle into the cinema on December 15th and see a live action Evangelion reboot acted out by the sequel trilogy cast. Even if that did happen I would still probably sigh, shrug, and be impressed by this bold new marketing strategy. 

Batman Beyond, but Cassandra Cain is 32 and Batman, and Bruce is still limping around and salty but instead of hiding in the Cave he’s just taken over Alfred’s old role and does suit repair and gives training feedback and makes dinner and stitches up the half a dozen adult Batfam vigilantes who come home when injured.

Damian still hasn’t moved out, there are six dogs, Duke has taken over for Lucius Fox at WE. Cassandra brings home a new teenager at the rate of one ever two years, they’ve opened the second bedroom wing, every time she shows up with a new one and a shrug, Bruce just sighs.

Their Reactions to You Getting Cat Called

Anon asked;  bts reaction to you getting cat called?

ye :3 lets do it <:


Kim Namjoon

“Hey! Nice legs babydoll!” the man shouted at you, and you huffed irritably. Another man with no manners. Thankfully, your boyfriend Namjoon was with you. And he was not happy. He lead you over to the man who cat-called you, and glared at him.
“What? I was just sayin’ she got nice legs.” the ignorant man laughed.

“Apologize to her, or you’re gonna regret it big time.” Namjoon ordered, and the man backed up as Namjoon got in his face. Namjoon was super protective over you, and didn’t like it when people disrespected you.
“Apologize. NOW.” he raised his voice, and the man shrieked.
“Okay okay! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have done it!” the man apologized. 

“Do you accept that apology, Jagi?” Namjoon asked you, and you shook your head.
“It doesn’t sound real enough.” and Namjoon looked back at the man.
“Apologize like you mean it.” and the man flailed his arms.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please forgive me!” he whined, and you shrugged.
“Close enough. Let’s go Joonie~” you chimed, holding onto his hand tightly and walking away.

Kim Seok-jin

“Lookin sexy baby!” a man that looked to be in his mid-thirties hollered at you, and you scowled angrily. Luckily Seokjin was with you, and he didn’t seem to be happy whatsoever. He whipped around, staring at the man who had yelled at you.
“What did you just say?” Jin furrowed his eyebrows together, and the man cackled.
“Did I stutter? I said she was sexy! What’s so wrong with that, eh?” 
“The problem with that, is that I’m her boyfriend. I’m the only one who can call her that. Now apologize to her.” he growled at the older man. 

“Okay, jeez. Sorry.” he brushed it off like it was nothing. Jin got up in the man’s face, 
“I said apologize. Not act like a douchebag.” 
“Whoa. What’s a Korean gonna do, huh?” the man snickered. Jin wasn’t having it anymore, and punched him right in the face.
“It’s one thing to disrespect me. But it’s a whole different thing to disrespect my girlfriend. Lay off, buddy.” Jin hissed, watching the man drop onto his knees, groaning in pain.

“Okaaaay, Jin. I think that’s enough violence for one day.” you mumbled, dragging Jin away from the man.

Min Yoongi

“Ay girl, lemme get yo number!” a man wolf-whistled at you, and you turned around, glaring at him. Yoongi heard this, and wasn’t amused. At all. He walked up to the man, getting up in his face.
“What makes you think you can say that shit to my girlfriend, punk?” and the man’s eyes widened.

“Look, I didn’t know she had a boyfriend. I’ll lay off.” he said, and Yoongi rolled his eyes. He wasn’t having that. 
“You apologize to her for being rude, or you’ll be sorry if you don’t.” Yoongi hissed, squinting at the man.
“Yoongi, it’s okay-” you tried to reassure him, but he wasn’t going to let other people treat you this way.
“No. It’s not okay. This man straight up disrespected you. I demand an apology from him, until then, I’m not letting this go.” 

“Okay! Fine! I’m sorry for catcalling you. It won’t happen again.” the man apologized, and Yoongi scoffed.
“Thank you. Now leave me and my girlfriend alone.” 
“Thank you Yoongi, but that really wasn’t necessary.. I’m okay, really.” you shrugged, and Yoongi sighed,
“You don’t know how protective I get over you. It was necessary.” 

Park Jimin

“You’ve got a sex body, babe!” some random guy yelled at you, whistling shortly after. You were taking a walk with your boyfriend, Jimin, and it was peaceful up until this point. Jimin huffed angrily, letting go of your hand,
“Hold on babe. I’ll handle this guy.” he walked up to the rude man, shooting daggers at him.
“What’s your problem? Trying to cat call my girlfriend?” he growled, and the man rolled his eyes,
“Puh-lease. I’m just stating the facts. I’d kill to be her boyfriend.” 
“You shut up. Right now. I’m not dealing with your arrogance. You either a) apologize, or b) shut the hell up before things get ugly. I don’t mess around.” you were surprised, Jimin was usually a sweetheart and never acted this way. 

“What’s a short boy like you gonna do to me, huh?” the guy chuckled, and Jimin laughed along with him.
“You’d be surprised.” he said, before he thrust his fist right into the man’s face, causing him to stumble and fall backwards.
“Now, didn’t I tell you I don’t mess around? Next time think before you say something like that to my girlfriend.” he hissed, as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Daaaamn Jimin!” you beamed brightly, walking up to him and patting him on the back.
“Wow. I feel so cool!” he laughed, as he placed his hand in your’s once again, and you both walked away from the scene.

sorry i just had to make jimin a badass

Jung Hoseok

“Ooooh, baby! You’re so sexy~” you heard a man whistling at you. You rolled your eyes, why did men have to be so ignorant? Hobi sighed, cracking his knuckles out of habit. You glanced over at Hobi,
“You’re not gonna fight him, are you? You’re too pure to do that.” you said. Hobi chuckled,
“Ehh. I might. But he isn’t worth our time. We’re the better people by just ignoring him. But that doesn’t mean I’m not pissed off. You’re mine, Jagi.” 
“Oh Hobi. You’re so sweet. I’m glad I’m your’s~” you purred, kissing his cheek happily. 

“Hey! Lady! Did you not hear me? I said you were sexaaaaay!” the man continued, and you snickered. This was honestly starting to get funny. Hobi couldn’t help but laugh too. You guys turned around, looking at the man.
“Hey! Man! Did you not hear me? I said you were… RUUUUDE!!!” you called out at him, and everyone could hear you.
“Yeah, that’s right! You heard me! I said you were rude! Suck it!” you blew a raspberry at him, and the guy blushed, obviously embarrassed.
“Okay okay, (Y/N), I think you’re taking things a bit too far.” Hobi chuckled, grabbing your hand and pulling you along.

“But! He’s ruuuuuuuude, Hobi!” you whined, as you flipped off the man who had cat-called you.
“Jagi!” Hobi gasped, but laughed after.
“Be lucky I didn’t fight him, Hobi~” you giggled.

Jeon Jeongguk

“Hey sexy lady, you should let me hit that~” a guy whistled at you. You were out running errands with Jungkook, just walking from store to store. You were glad that he was with you, because this man was seriously giving you the creeps. Jungkook heard what this creepy man had said to you, and was instantly in his face.
“What the hell did you just say?” he knitted his brows together, furious. The man got in Jungkook’s face, hissing at him,
“I said she was sexy, and that she should let me fuck her.” and Jungkook completely lost it. He wasn’t normally one for violence, but this man was being a total asshole. 

“You know what, you shut your mouth, punk, or I’ll punch you so quick that you won’t even see it coming.” Jungkook glared at the man, and the man smirked at him. This guy was sick.
“What’s a man like you gonna do about it, mm? Oh, you’re going to punch me? I’m so scared!” and you had finally had it. You marched right up to the man and slammed your fist right between his eyes.
“Literally, lay off. You’re such a dick.” you scowled at him, watching him flail his arms wildly as he fell backwards.

“Damn Jagi. I didn’t know you got that mean..”
“I don’t have time for idiots. Let’s go, Kookie.” and for the rest of the week, Jungkook was telling everyone about how you punched a guy in the face. 

Kim Taehyung

“Whoaaa, you’re so sexy! You should lemme smash!” a man in about his late-twenties hollered at you. You tensed up, clenching your fists together angrily. Lucky for you, Taehyung was standing right next to you, watching the whole thing happen. And he wasn’t tolerating any of it. He tangled his fingers through your hair, whispering in your ear,
“I’ll handle him baby.” and you smiled. Taehyung was always so protective of you, he almost never let you out of his sight, and never let you go out by yourself. You adored Taehyung, he was such a sweetie, always looking out for you and protecting you. 

“Hey, why don’t you lay off my girl, alright?” Taehyung scoffed at the man, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.
“Whoa, alright alright. I didn’t know she had a boyfriend.” the man said, obviously willing to lay off, if Taehyung let him off easy.
“You better apologize. If you do, then I’ll drop it and leave you alone. Just make sure you never catcall my girlfriend ever again, or we will have problems.” Tae hissed, releasing his grip on the male’s shirt, waiting for him to apologize.
“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I don’t want this kid to beat my ass. He looks pretty serious.” the man apologized, and you shrugged.

“It’s fine. C’mon Taehyung. Let’s go.” you grabbed Taehyung’s hand, pulling him away from the creepy man.
“Thank you for sticking up for me, TaeTae~” you purred, kissing his cheek happily.
“Not a problem Jagi. I love you~” he cooed, before hugging you close to his body.

Imagine Loki coming to you years after you thought he was dead.

Originally posted by cotedepablosass

You glanced down at your phone for the millionth time that day and sure as you expected the missed calls had increased just as the messages. You knew it wasn’t because he was worried but because you had been actually ignoring him, and Tony Stark was not one to take that easily. You had explained you wanted time to yourself but as much as he tried to understand that he still couldn’t really.

You turned off your phone again and stuffed it in your pocket, fishing the keys to unlock the door to your apartment. You let out a tired sigh as you placed your files on the desk, making your way to living room almost in the darkness as there was practically no lighting.

“FRIDAY lights please?” you asked as you walked down the hallway and a short reply came after they were turned on.

“Yes mis, (Y/n). Mis, I must inform you that there is someone waiting in-”

“The living room.” you breathed out, completing the sentence as you practically stopped dead in your tracks at what stood in front of you “Uh thanks FRIDAY.” you blinked clearing your throat as you took hesitant steps towards the two men, both of them surprising for a different reason each.

“What the hell?” you narrowed your eyes at them “I thought you were- And you were- that you would- and you wouldn’t-you shouldn’t, should you? I saw you- and you- we murned- and you- and Odin- who was I talk-” you stuttered, unable to form a proper sentence as you looked back and forth between the two men, your heart hammering in your chest. You rubbed your temple, finding it impossible to understand what was happening.

“Always on point, you haven’t changed one bit love.” he said in the same smooth voice that would make shivers run down your spine with that kind of smile on his face that at times like this you wanted to whipe off so bad… maybe not in the most appropriate way.

“Shut up.” you growled but his smile only got bigger.

“Lady (Y/n)-” the blond man said with a smile and you blinked as you looked at him you shot him a glare, too mad about everything else to be happy to see him in front of you “It is great to see you.”

“Alive? Yeah I guess considering the shit that went down while you were MIA! I mean what the hell Thor?” you huffed.

“Really, what the hell?” you motioned to the man standing right next to him “What the hell?!” you breathed out looking at him and back at Thor “What the hair?” you whispered for a moment, seeing that his hair was shorter than the last time you saw him “What the hell?” you shook your head.

“Someone’s too excited to see us here then?” Loki asked with a smirk and you shot him a look that could have just as well killed him, for real maybe this time.

“I told you to shut up.” you growled “I thougt you were dead!” you exclaimed, giving him a harsh look “We all thought you were dead!” you huffed and he only smiled at you.

“Someone missed me much?” he chuckled and you literally fumed.

“We mourned you- I mourned you!” you huffed “For months!” you almost choked on a sob and you saw his eyes soften for a minute.

“Well, can’t take the trick out of a trickster.” he said with a smirk that wasn’t as mocking as before.

“You were never dead, right.” you nodded to yourself, realization downing on you even harder “And you didn’t even bother saying a thing not once right? Let me- us believe that you were dead.” you corrected yourself giving him a hard look.

“(Y/n)” Thor’s soft voice made you look at him “We need your help, things are- they are going downhill. And soon I am afraid the entire universe might be at risk.” he said sincerely and you sighed heavily. Even if he wasn’t here when you needed him during the fight that broke up between Tony and Steve you couldn’t deny him a thing when he asked you like this.

“You’re lucky I need a distraction.” you sighed “Just- just give me some time to wrap my mind around everything.” you mumbled turning to leave before you stopped on your tracks.

“Yeah I almost forgot.” you said in a low voice, turning and punching the black-haired man straight in the face. You actually made him stumble and hold his jaw, his eyes going wide as he huffed.

“That’s for lying to me and pretending you were dead.” you growled at him, pointing a finger before huffing and turning to leave them for a little while.

“Oh she missed me.” Loki breathed out, grinning to himself as he glanced for a moment at Thor.

“That’s what worries me the most.” Thor sighed, shaking his head as Loki raised an eyebrow.

~*~

“So… trouble in paradise?” you heard a voice ask and you rolled your eyes.

“Loki if you have not realized it I am working to find a way out of the situation you’re in, why don’t you go bother your brother?” you mumbled annoyed.

“Ooh so there is trouble in paradise.” he said and before you could realize it he waved your phone in front of your face and your eyes widened.

“That’s not yours to have.” you snatched it from his hand, glaring at you put it back in the chair you’d left it.

“But somehow your heart is?” he asked with a sly smirk and you scoffed at him, walk past him to go get a drink.

“Who told you that would ever happen?” you mumbled, not even giving him a glance.

“Has it not already?” he grinned at you and before you could realize it he was standing right in front of you. If he wasn’t this annoying and if you weren’t this mad at him for lying to you all this time – yes that actually hurt you more than you would admit – you would have let yourself really admire at how good he looked in this black suit. Because damn him he did look handsome as hell, the fact that he was tall and slim enough made him even more attracting but- you were too angry to let yourself get carried away.

“What do you want Loki?” you sighed, finally looking him fully in the eyes.

“Isn’t it obvious? To talk.” he shrugged and you sighed, shaking your head.

“I’m not in the mood, Excuse me if I’m too mad at you for everything you did.”

“Come on, it wouldn’t be the first time. But you always came back nonetheless.” he said with a small grin and you rolled your eyes.

“Let’s get you back in a cell and then we’ll see.” you said with a tight smile and he smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“Ooh kinky much?” he smirked and you groaned, trying to push past him back but he caught your hand.

“I told you I am not in the mood Loki, why don’t you fucking understand it?”

“Because I know you.” his voice was low and his breath fanned over your neck, making your shiver “And I know what you need better than you do… better than he does.” it was almost seductive and you willed yourself so hard to not fall for it.

“You have no idea what I want Loki.” you wanted your voice to sound harsh but it was only a low almost plea as you pushed – or tried to – away “You think you know, but you don’t really. There is more to the woman that you think you know but with this- with what you did, what you do and what you will keep doing, you don’t have a chance in knowing me.”

His grasp loosened and you found a way out “I tried to understand you, I did my best to give you a reason Loki. Despite what everybody thought, despite what my own friends thought of me for doing that I tried to reason with you. To see the man that nobody else could because you hid him all too well but you- you keep proving me wrong every chance you get. I thought I knew you, maybe I was wrong after all. And maybe you shouldn’t even try knowing me either- I wouldn’t want to when you keep acting like this.”

“You’re mad.” he whispered and you shook your head.

“No Loki I’m disappointed. I thought you were better than this. I thought you-” you sighed “I was wrong.”

“Maybe it’s because you don’t know me either, then.” he said but his voice held no playfulness in it.

“Well, then let me know you Loki. You’re the one holding back.” you shrugged and he took a step closer to you just as you had managed to put some distance between you.

“Am I?” he asked and what he did next was not what you expected and not something you could even comprehend yourself especially as you did the same seconds later. He kissed you.

Must Be Love On The Brain

Summary: Based on 12x11 where Dean gets hexed with a memory spell. The reader is his wife who leaves everything she’s doing in the bunker help Sam get her husband back. 

Autor: @sleepywinchester | prev. deanwinchester-af

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Words: 2.5k+

Beta: @latinenglishfandomblog

Warnings: Humor. Feelings. Fluff. Bit of Angst. Spoilers. 

A/N: This piece is kind of a episode, re-write honestly. Also this is my entry for @winchester-writes Drinking Writing Challenge! My prompt is:  Black Label Scotch - “Wow, well don’t you look hot as hell.” Also, another Valentine’s themed fic <3 Yep, I’m on a roll. | gifs are not mine | 

Feedback is always appreciated it <3

“Call me if you need anything. Dean broke his phone.”

The hunch of worry Sam’s text message gave you drifted away quickly. Dean damaging his phone wasn’t something new. The man changed cell phone continually, and usually after hunts. Dean always ended up dropping over his device. It wouldn’t surprise you if he started to carry spares again.

For this hunt you decided to stay back and for once act like a full housewife. The laundry, cleaning or grocery shopping wasn’t going to do itself. You also have been planning yours and Dean’s Valentine’s evening. Tonight was going to be eventful.  You were a big fan of multitasking. Everything was running perfectly, you had laundry and cleaning checked off your ‘To Do List’ when Sam called saying Dean had amnesia.

In less than twenty minutes you were packed up and already on your way to them.

Knock knock knock.

You could heard steps reaching the door and Sam babbling some words. A part of you already knew it was your husband walking towards the door. In that moment the door got wide open, Dean standing in front of you. But the man standing in front of you didn’t looked back at you like your husband Dean would’ve have. This man glanced at your body up and down, his eyes not recognizing you but liking what they see.  

“Wow!” Dean exclaimed, his grin flirtatious. “Well don’t you look hot as hell.”

That was something your husband would tell you but not with those eyes. Dean looked at you like he saw a hot stranger. In other circumstances you would gave him a chuckle and blow him a kiss. Tonight your heart felt like it was being slowly crushed.  

Your frowned, “Dean?”

He nodded once with wide eyebrows, “Do I know you?”’

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Lovely Lovely Man

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

Prompt: 59
“I’m a little embarrassed to admit how much power you actually hold over me.”

“I’m never helping you home ever again.” You huffed as you dragged the drunken mass of a man named Gaston through the empty town square late in the evening.

“You said that the last time.” Gaston slurred as he leaned more heavily into your side, making your job of escorting him home all the more difficult.

You grunted as the sudden increase in weight caused your balance to topple a little. Luckily you managed to catch your footing before the both of you crashed on the unforgiving cobblestone.

“Look, I’m gonna need you to ease up here,” You said as you tried to push him off you so you weren’t carrying all of his weight. “You’re three times my size and I’m going to need a little cooperation.”

Still in a daze, Gaston leaned his head down so your foreheads touched before he burried his face into your neck. “You’re hair smells really nice.” His voice was muffled and hard to understand with his slur but you got the point.

You sighed heavily as you stopped your movements and looked down at him. Had it not been for the fact you had been dragging him by the arm for the past twenty minutes and still had a good way to go, you would have found his behavior endearing or even amusing.

But now it was just annoying, you repositioned your arm around him and pulling him away from you with the best of your ability. “Come on, It’s high time we got you home.”

The two of you trudged along, Gaston had since stopped talking but you could faintly hear him humming the song he was singing in the tavern with the other townspeople but at least he was somewhat walking on his own.

You rounded the corner and walked up to the steps that lead to his front door before you stopped and had him lean against the railing. “Where is your key?”

Gaston ran his hands down the red leather of his coat and patted at the two outside pockets before he shrugged. “Dunno.”

You sighed and pulled at the one lapel of his coat and dug into the pocket that was sewn into the inside.

Gaston let out a rather high pitched giggle and wrapped his hands around your waist to hold you closer. “At least wait till we’re inside, darling.”

You quickly fished the key from his pocket and wacked at his hand before you removed yourself from his grasp.

“You’re lucky you’re drunk,” You mumbled as you sat him down on the last step. “Stay here until I get the door.” You said as you pointed your index finger a few inches from his nose.

Gaston nodded lazily and moved his head foward to bop his own nose against your finger before he slumped against the railing.

“Next time I see Lefou, I’ll strangle him.” You muttered as you ascended up the steps and unlocked the door, opening it the entire way to avoid as little malfunctions as you could manage.

Taking the time to light a few candles so you had some source of light before attempting to drag him through the maze of furniture in his living room.

Gaston was still slumped where you left him whenever you made your way outside again. “Up we go,” You heaved as you dragged his body yo from the ground. “Let’s get you inside.”

He was much more quiet as the two of you crossed the threshold. You were fairly certain Gaston was falling asleep where he stood because all of a sudden the weight became too much and you had to drop him on the couch so you could recollect your strength.

“What am I going to do with you?” You said with exasperation as you looked down at, hearing him start to giggle again and this time drawing a laugh from yourself. “Hey, I’m trying my best.”

Gaston continued to chuckle as he stood up on his own, pinching your cheek lightly as he passed you. “I know, dear.”

You walked ahead and pulled open his door, making sure he didn’t harm himself on the way to his bed. Gaston fumbled with getting his getting his coat off, and had an even harder time undoing the buttons of his waistcoat until eventually asking for your assistantance.

His eyes followed your movements as you undid the little brass buttons and helped him remove the fabric from his shoulder so he could rest in comfort. You even went the step further and helped him climb into the covers and making sure he was warm.

You sat down on the edge and sighed as you patted his chest. “See? We finally made it,” You told him with a smile. “Here sit up.” You advised as your started untying the ribbon from his hair and setting it on the bedside table.

“Comfy?” You asked him as he shook out his hair and finally let his head fall back into the pillow with a sigh of content.

You brushed back a rogue strand of dark hair from his eyes, and seizing the opportunity, Gaston grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

“You know, it’s a little embarrassing to admit how much power you hold over me.” He mumbled against your hand as his eyes fell shut.

The small tingle his breathing left against your skin made you laugh a little. “Oh you’re not going to remember a word of this tomorrow,” You said with a sigh as he started to drift in and out of sleep. “And then you’ll come complaining to me about your hangover.”

“You know me too well.” He said quietly as his hand let go of yours. “I might as well marry you.”

You laughed and shook your head at him. “We can talk about marriage tomorrow when you can tell me what day it is.”

“Do I detect a promise?” Gaston asked, though the end of his sentence and drifted off as he finally fell asleep.

You gave him a lopsided smiled before you leaned over and blew out the candle to let him get some well deserved sleep.

Read the second part here! ~ http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/159091487087/dearly-beloved

Five Times Ladybug Didn't Recognize Her Partner and One Time She Did

A sequel to Five Times Gabriel Agreste Didn’t Akumatize His Son and One Time He Did. I really wanted to leave it as it was, but I had to come back and give this a happier ending. And of course it ran away from me and got way longer than I meant it to.

I hope you enjoy!


“Is everything okay, kitty?”

Chat Noir looked over at her. “What?”

“You seem a little out of it.”

He shrugged. “No, just…” He sighed. “My dad’s not coming to something kind of…important to me.”

She frowned. “I’m sorry.”

“I mean, I knew he wouldn’t, but… I guess I hoped things would be different now.”

“Different?”

“It’s nothing.”

By the way he looked at her, she knew she shouldn’t press. After all, there was only so much they could share without revealing their identities. “Well…” she gently patted his shoulder. “Maybe you can ask some friends to come instead.” She wished she could attend, but without knowing who he was, that would be impossible.

Sometimes, keeping their identities safe was difficult and even painful, but she knew it was better this way. Once they’d discussed it, he’d even agreed with her.

Still, as Marinette watched Adrien play at his recital, painfully aware of Gabriel Agreste’s absence, she couldn’t help but wonder if someone had gone to Chat Noir’s event to support him the way she, Nino, and Alya had attended Adrien’s recital. She hoped so.

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Scott McCall x Reader x Stiles Stilinski

~ Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.

Warnings: Dom!Reader, Sub!Scott, Sub!Stiles, Sub!Liam, mature content.
Word count: 2 816

Tags: @pissheadofficial​, @lildoog-ish​, @17jenny​, @greek-geek481​, @luciferwaitsformetogethome​, @skysolace​, @ellko10​.


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Smokes - Jughead Jones

Pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

Word Count : 1,002

Warnings : none

This isn’t my best so sorry if it felt rushed…

Requests are open

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It had been a while since you had your suspicions about Jughead smoking. Lately, his beanie and hair would leave a terrible smell of cigarette everywhere he went. Even his old jacket, which usually had the scent of his cologne , now reeked of tobacco.

You felt like your boyfriend was drifting away. Usually, Jughead said everything to you and never kept a secret to himself. It ached your heart a little that maybe your boyfriend didn’t fully trust you to tell you about his new “hobby”. Even if you were repulsed by the idea of smoking you would’ve preferred your boyfriend telling you than keeping it a secret.

It was a ravishing morning when you decided to go on an early bike ride. The wind was blowing through your long hair and the fresh breeze was soothing on your face. The birds were chipping which made a smile appear across your lips.

Ever since your younger years, you had always loved spending time outside. Whether you were jumping in a lake or pitching a ball with your father, the outdoors was like a second home to you.

As you were making a right on the main street, an idea popped inside your mind. Since you hadn’t seen your boyfriend during the weekend, you thought paying him a visit would be a kind act to do. You knew that he loved getting up at early hours of the morning. He once told you that those precious hours were his favourite of the day. He loved the peaceful atmosphere and isolation of the morning. Your vaguely remember him telling you that his favourite color palette was the painting on the sky during dawn.

You fastened your pace and quickly made your way to Jug’s house. Arriving in front of his house, you stopped beside your bicycle and took a second to catch your breath. When you finally felt your lungs full again, you turned your attention to the boy sitting on his porch. He obviously hadn’t seen you since he was still looking down at his phone.

What you hadn’t seen, was the cigarette that was lying between his lips. Your mouth was opened, dumb-founded as your boyfriend took a long drag of the round stick before blowing out heavy white smoke. His eyes looked up and saw you, only standing a meter or two away from him.

“Hey (y/n).” He said nonchalantly,

“Hey (y/n),” You air quoted with your fingers, “That’s all you got to say to me?”

Jughead only watched you and shrugged. You sighed angrily and laid your yellow bike on his green lawn.

“I can’t believe my eyes. Out of all the people, you’re the one smoking?” You crossed your arms across your chest. “It’s really disgusting. I hope you realize that.” Your boyfriend stayed silent, resulting in you rolling your eyes. “You’re throwing your life away! Did you know that smoking is the main cause of lung cancer, heart disease and stroke? You can develop asthma from tobacco. My cousin has a respiratory disorder and let me tell you that she would give anything away to get rid of it. Is that what you want? To have asthma?” You sat next to your boyfriend, exhausted from your sudden outburst.

“You’re over dramatizing the whole situation (y/n).” You rested your head in your palm, starring worriedly at him,

“Well, ok then- just tell me how it started. Please? Maybe I could help you.” Jughead rubbed his eyes tiredly with his palms before putting down the cigarette in the ashtray that was already full.

“Yeah, okay sure. ” He took a deep breath. “My dad was out for the week, and I guess I was just prying around the house before I came across a pack of Marlboros. I smoked one or two and I just got used to it. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Hey,” You said suddenly more sweetly. “I’m sorry if I came across as mad or irritating, I’m just trying to look at for you.”

“At least it eases all the stresses, you know? Everything that’s been going on in Riverdale is crazy. Jason Blossom’s murder, the guys in the football team’s morbid notebook, the list goes on.” You fondled his soft brown locks. “To add on to it, Betty wants me to be a part of the Blue and Gold this year.”

“That’s some good news!” You tried lifting up the mood. Jughead frowned and fiddled with his fingers. A usual sign of frustration for him.

“It should be. The thing is, I don’t get any more time to work on my novel. And that’s what I like doing and want to do. Betty expects me to exceed on the school’s journal, but I don’t know if I can do it.” You studied his figure and noticed one of his legs slightly shaking.

“Juggie, are you sure you’re fine?” Your eyes tried finding his but it looked like he was avoiding your gaze.

“I keep saying that everything is, but then I find myself anxiously waiting for you to text me back when you get home. I get worried sick when you’re not with me. I’m scared that something bad will happen to you. Ever since it was announced publicly that Jason was murdered, I can’t stop looking at people differently. What if I came face to face with the killer and I don’t even know or realize it? To continue on there’s my writer’s block, my parents never being around- I can’t get a grip and that’s why I’m doing it.” He motioned the black ashtray with his chin.

“I’m here for you. Call me instead of smoking. Whenever you fill like picking up a cigarette, pick up your phone instead and dial my number, all right?” In answer, your boyfriend sheepishly smiled at you.

For the rest of the day, you spent your time with Jughead. Ever since, you sometimes get random calls in the middle of the night from a very familiar caller ID.