so he stays at this beach long enough that the coffee shop knows his name

A/N: Inspired by this post. Bellarke Modern AU.

your eyes look like coming home


Summer always comes when you least expect it.

One day you’re fighting the cold of winter, wool sweaters warming freezing skin. The cold blends seamlessly into spring. Days are longer, the sun bright and cheerful in the sky during the day before settling to sleep in the cool nights.

But summer comes with no warning. The sun bakes down, scorching sidewalks and skin alike. Sunglass tan lines and red noses cover smiling faces. Summer comes with no warning but it’s always welcome.

On days like today, when the temperate hits the rare and dreaded three digits, Clarke heads to the beach. One of the upsides of living in a sleepy ocean town. She stops for an iced coffee on the way, pays for the car behind her because she believes in paying it forward when she can, and presses the Bluetooth button on her dash.

“Call Octavia,” she says out loud as she makes a left hand turn out of the parking lot. It takes five rings before her best friend picks up.

“You better be in or on your way to the hospital for calling me this early,” comes her sleepy voice on the line.

Clarke laughs and takes a sip of her coffee. “Want to meet me at the beach?”

Octavia sighs heavily and Clarke can hear the rustling of blankets. “It’s like nine in the morning. Why are you going now?”

“Because it’s going to be hot as hell today and I want to beat the crowds. I have everything we need, just bring your sweet ass and some drinks.”

She can practically hear the evil grin when Octavia responds with, “Alcholic?”

“Bring your flask,” she laughs. “I’ll be near the surfboard rental shop. Your brother working today?”

Clarke and Octavia’s older brother Bellamy have had an ongoing flirtation for awhile, something neither of them have had the nerve to actually do anything about yet. She digs her teeth into her bottom lip, hoping that he’ll be around today so they can finally change that.

“Yeah, but not until noon.”

She pumps a fist in the air silently and then forces herself to chill out. “Okay, cool.”

Octavia snorts. “Okay, cool? Who are you trying to kid here, Griffin? I know you have the hots for my brother.”

“O, we’ve talked about this. You need to stay out of my love life. And your brother’s because it’s creepy.”

Octavia calls her a rude name and Clarke laughs as she ends the call.

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It’s You - V

SUMMARY: It’s been 2 years since Sebastian’s fiancé died and his friends and family have been telling him to move on because that’s what’s best for him. Then, one day he suddenly bumps into you and theres an instant connection.


AUTHOR’S NOTE: OH MY GOODNESS IT’S BEEN FOREVER!!!!!!!!!! This is kind of a filler chapter ://////// and it’s short. But it’s here, finally. Let’s see…… I don’t think I have anything else to say…. (i’ll tag everyone when i get home!!!!!!)


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sebastian - italic


Dinner went over better than Sebastian had thought. He laughed, told some stories, and had a couple of drinks. He couldn’t thank his friend enough at the end of the night.

“Hey,” his friend placed a hand on Sebastian’s shoulder. “I’m not sayin’ it’s gonna all change from one day to the next, but I’m really proud of you for coming to hang out with us tonight.”

Sebastian looked down at the floor for a second before looking back up at his friend and nodding. “Thanks, man.”

They both hugged before Sebastian shuffled out into the cold New York street. He looked around and found a yellow cab coming his way. He held his hand out in the air and the cab pulled over for him. He hopped in, gave the driver his home address and off they went.

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Can you write an imagine where the reader is Ashley’s younger sister and around andys age. And when like Ashley introduces the reader to the band Andy like looks at her. And Ashley is just like Haha nope this is my sister I’ll break you. Then in the end Andy and the reader sneak off and have a cutesy date. Sorry this is long

You glanced rest your arm on the window frame, leaned your head back into the seat’s head rest and let the wind blow on your face and through your hair. The large city flew by you in a blur, buildings towering over you passed by, people walking around town, riding their bikes or sitting outside at a cafe flew by your vision as well. It was a beautiful summer day, the sun was out and it was nice and hot outside. A little too hot for your taste hence why you had the window the window rolled down.

“How much longer?” You asked as you turned your head towards your brother, Ashley, who sat in the drivers seat.

Ashley was a bass player in the band Black Veil Brides. Today was going to be your first day meeting the other band members. You knew their names already as they appeared on your social media quite a bit. You also had gone to see their shows a couple of times whenever they preformed but you could never stay long enough to meet them and vise versa. You knew of them and they knew of you, at least that is what Ashley told you. He said the other band members knew he had a sister but of course you have never met. You were feeling a little nervous about meeting them but Ashley continued to assure you everything would be alright.

“We’re almost there it’s just a couple block down.” He said.

After a couple minutes of driving and trying to find a parking spot the two of you finally reached the studio. You rolled up your window and hoped out of the car. You followed Ashley inside and looked around the studio as you walked, it was your first time in the building. You looked at everything that was hung up on the walls and you could hear voiced coming from the back room. It was the rest of the band.

“What’s up, slackers?” Ashley asked as he entered the room and greeted his band mates.

The band returned with their usual greetings and you watched and stood silently next to Ashley, too shy to introduce yourself.

“This is my sister, (Y/N)” Ashley said.

“Hi,” you said shyly. “I uh know all of your names already hehe.”

“Well we are kind of, sort of famous. I would be surprised if you didn’t know our names.” CC chuckled.

You spent the next half an hour or so talking to each of the band members and getting to know them better. You were glad you were finally meeting them and you were relieved to see it was going so well, meeting new people was always a little challenge for you but you didn’t let that stop you/ You loved CC’s sense of humor as it was a similar to yours you spent most of your time with him laughing at who knows what.

Whenever you chatted with Andy you found yourself getting a little distracted because hot damn was he attractive. You noticed he seemed to think the same of you as he checked you out on quite a few occasions and both of you were rather flirtatious when talking with one another.

“You’re sister is fantastic,” CC said with a light chuckle, clearly he was enjoying your company.

“Yep she is, she’s also out of everyone’s league. So don’t even think about trying to date her because i will fight you.” Ashley said.

You figured he must have heard you and Andy flirting other wise he wouldn’t have made that little statement. You shrugged it off, Ashley had always been a little over protective it didn’t bother you most of the time.

After a while Ashley and Jake decided to head home. You told Ashley you wanted to stay with other remaining band members fora little longer and told him you could get a bus back home. But of course the remaining band members offered to take you home. Either way you were in good hands and would find your way home eventually.

“Hey, um do you want to maybe grab coffee or something?’ Andy asked you. The two of you were the only ones left in the studio. The others had left and the sun was beginning to set.

“Sure, why not.” You smiled.

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Marry Me

Author: Mikala
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 1,700
Warnings: None. It’s all fluff. 
Author’s Note: This is very loosely inspired by the song Marry Me by Train. It’s super cute. AU-ish. (My first attempt at anything along those lines, to be honest; so feedback is great!) First half isn’t in the reader’s POV, but the second half switches to it. Hope y’all like it! 

“Well, boys. I guess I’ll be on my way now.” Peggy tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, slinging her purse over her shoulder as she said goodbye to the two men sitting across from her. Steve immediately stood up, offering a hand to her.

“I’ll call you later, sweetheart,” he told her, pulling her to her feet. She blushed a little when he kissed her, smiling sweetly up at him after he pulled away. Bucky sighed melodramatically from his seat, pouting for a moment as the couple glanced over at him with raised eyebrows.

“Oh, don’t mind me,” Bucky moped, putting on a fake scowl. “I was just thinking about how my two best friends got together and always insist on me being a third wheel. And then grossly make out in front of me,” he finished, his face splitting into a wide grin. Steve and Peggy shared a laugh, and Peggy stepped around the table, leaning down to hug Bucky around the shoulders.

“You’re the one who asked us to hang out today, you big dork!” She ruffled his hair as she stood back up straight, moving back to hug Steve. “Goodbye, boys!”

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Two Prompt One-Shot #43

Friendly reminder that Two Prompt Tuesday has now been re-named Two Prompt One-Shot!

Prompt: Sometimes, I lay in bed at night and think about the things I wish I could say to you. 
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 1200
Warnings: Implicit emotional affair.  

A/N: This was voted on a couple weeks ago, and it took me forever to get around to writing. Seeing as how I got it pretty much how I had it in my head though, I hope the wait was worth it for you lovelies! 

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Love Looks Not With the Eyes

Requested: the Reader is dared to ask Reid on a date, but upon realizing that she’s genuinely interested in him, decides to comes clean.

It was supposed to be a dare. Two years of working as the counter-terrorism team’s technical analyst had led to some close workplace friendships. One of which is Penelope Garcia, the analyst for the BAU. And by proxy, since he spends so much time around her, Derek Morgan. Y/N keeps Penelope company when her team is out in the field, and her colorful counterpart returns the favor when counterterrorism is gone. When there’s no case, she’ll occasionally go up a floor to visit Morgan and Penelope, and maybe grab lunch together. They make a good trio, all of them able to laugh and joke in order to lift the burden of their serious jobs, and yet hold a meaningful conversation at the same time. They are friends who understand each others fears, and share in each others happiness.

It’s at lunch when she off-handedly mentions to Penelope that she wants to go see an upcoming production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream that Morgan raises his eyebrows.

“You’re a nerd, aren’t you?” His tone is light, conveying no cruelty, only amicable teasing.

“Well, I work with computers all day, and I’m friends with Penelope. What else did you expect?” she laughs.

“No, no.” Derek shakes his head. “Not like that. I mean a bona fide, actual nerd. You probably read old literature, listen to classical music, learn things for fun. That sort of thing.”

“We can’t all kick down doors for a living,” she replies. This earns her a giggle from Penelope. “But you’re right. I do enjoy all of the above.” Since she was little, she’s loved books and words and stories. She embraces all things academia and actively seeks out plays and concerts. To some, it might seem old-fashioned, even lame. That’s fine with her. She loves what she loves, and her friends respect that.

Abruptly shifting gears, he asks, “You’re not seeing anyone, right?”

Perplexed, she tells him she isn’t. A conniving look is traded between Morgan and Penelope, and she braces herself for whatever crazy thing they’re about to suggest, or whatever witty joke they’ll make.

“How’d you like to go on a date?” Penelope asks. “With someone who has similar interests?”

“Where is this heading?” When Penelope gets that mischievous glint in her eyes, she’s learned to hesitate.

“We dare you to ask Spencer Reid out on a date,” Morgan says.

Her jaw drops. “Reid? No way. Absolutely not.” The awkward agent they work with? He’s brilliant, but where his mental abilities are top-notch, his social skills are severely lacking. Though he is good-looking, she would never consider dating him. Besides, he’s not quite handsome. More like pretty.

“Oh come on, Y/N! He’s totally got a crush on you.” A fact which she’s well aware of. Reid isn’t the best at hiding his emotions. Every now and then, when she’s walking through the bullpen in search of Penelope or Morgan, she’ll catch him staring at her out of the corner of his eye, or while pretending to be reading something. When she talks to him, he always gets flustered and ends up tripping over his words. It’s sweet – in the way a clumsy puppy dog is sweet. But she has no romantic interest in the guy.

“We double dare you,” Penelope adds, smirking. “If you do it, we’ll buy lunch next week. It’s just one date! How bad could it be?”

“Besides, it would make Pretty Boy very happy. You don’t want him to be lonely and pining forever, do you? Go out with him, talk about books and shit, and then you can politely refuse another date and my man can move on. It’s really a win-win here.”

After much begging, bribing, manipulating, and peer pressuring, she finally gives in. The next day, she marches right up to Reid and asks him if he’d like to go out sometime. He turns three shades of red before managing to agree, and they make a date for coffee that weekend. When the BAU gets called out on a case that Friday, she’s a little relieved that she has an extra week’s reprieve. What is she even supposed to say to him on a date? If it’s as bad as she fears it might be, she figures she can always discreetly text a friend and ask them to call her faking a family emergency. Dares are dares, however, and she intends to at least show up.

The following Saturday they finally go out for coffee. He’s already waiting at a table inside when she arrives, nervously tapping his feet and checking his watch. His clothing isn’t much different than what she’s seen him wear to the office – a button down shirt, Converse, a sweater – but it’s slightly less formal. No tie, and none of the trademark intensity he harbors when he’s focused on a case. The smile he greets her with is hesitant, but it looks good on him. Something that surprises her.  She’s never really seen Reid happy.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t come,” he says as they sit down, coffee in hand. “Thought maybe you might decide you didn’t want to go on a date with me after all.”

“I wouldn’t do that.” Not since she accepted a dare from Morgan and Penelope. This is for them. She just has to make it through one date. “So, um, tell me a little more about yourself. Outside of work, that is. Something I wouldn’t know.”

Reid ponders this, then says, “Well, I grew up in Las Vegas. I have three tropical fish. And I once kissed Lila Archer.”

Another surprise. Her jaw drops. “You mean that Lila Archer? The actress?” He nods sheepishly, and she tries to picture how exactly the shy Spencer Reid managed to kiss Lila Archer. Upon being asked, he tells her a little about the case they worked, in which she was stalked. He stayed with her to protect her, and one thing led to another.

“What about you?” he asks. “What’s something I wouldn’t know about you?”

She laughs. “I don’t think I can top kissing Lila Archer, but I do have a cat and a pretty extensive movie collection. Not to brag, but I’m also a pretty good surfer – and I don’t just mean the internet. I went to college in Florida, near the ocean, and every chance we got my roommates and I would go out on the water.”

“Do you miss it?”

Nobody has asked her that in a long time. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. There’s nowhere nearby to surf, and I rarely get enough time off from work to make a trip to a good beach. The Potomac really has nothing on the ocean.”

“Why’d you choose to come to Washington?”

“I was a CompSci and PoliSci major, and I wanted to do something that made a difference, you know? I found out about the FBI’s intelligence analyst positions at a job fair after grad school, and somehow managed to pass the Basic Field Training Course. It just felt really right. There are still times I doubt myself though, or wonder if I would’ve been better somewhere else.”

“For what it’s worth, I’m really glad you’re here.” There’s such sincerity in his words that the dread she’d been feeling all week begins to ebb away. From there, the conversation gets so much easier. They talk about school and work and the places they’ve lived. They discover they love many of the same books and movies, and that the few TV shows he watches happen to be some of her favorites. When he mentions that his fish are named Ophelia, Hamlet, and Horatio, she bursts out laughing. A flash of hurt crosses his face, thinking she’s laughing at him. Not wanting to offend him she quickly explains that her cat is named Robin Goodfellow.

“As in Puck?” he clarifies.

“Exactly the one! I’ve always loved Shakespeare, and A Midsummer Night’s Dream is my favorite.” And of the play’s characters, that mischievous Puck held a special place in her heart. “Of course Robin Goodfellow is a bit lengthy, so he mostly just answers to Puck. Just like the character.”

The more they talk, the more she realizes how much she has overlooked about him. Or perhaps she wasn’t looking at him carefully enough. Morgan is classically handsome, his physical appearance and confidence a winning combination that lures people towards him. In a crowded room, people – especially women – tend to gravitate towards him. Reid is different. He’s pretty, but his awkwardness and shyness mask what lies in his heart. For the first time in two years, she’s really seeing him.

For the first time she’s seeing his heart.

It is full and it is kind, and so overwhelmingly gentle. Reid is perfectly polite, but not to the point of formality. His laugh makes her feel warm, and when he smiles at her, the corners of his eyes crinkle and she knows she has his full attention. He’s dorky in the most endearing ways, and as a fellow nerd, she appreciates his love for learning and sci-fi shows and classic literature.

Three and a half hours they talk, until the shop begins to close up. Disappointment washes over her, followed by the startling realization that she’s disappointed because it means she has to part ways with Reid. It’s not a joke anymore. It’s not some annoying dare Penelope put her up to. She likes him. She really likes him. The last three and a half hours have been the best date she’s been on in a very long time. Just sitting and talking to someone who is so genuinely sweet and smart and interesting. She doesn’t want it to end.

Reid looks at his watch, and sighs. “I was going to ask if you wanted to go to the Folger Shakespeare Library, but it’s too late. They’ve already closed for the day.” And now he’s inviting her to visit the Folger Library? It’s been on her list of DC things to do for ages, but she never wanted to go alone, and none of her friends shared an interest in the Bard. Going with Reid though is a thing she very much wants to do. “Maybe we could go some other time?”

A second date. He wants to go out with her again. In that moment, she knows that’s what she wants too. Four hours ago she would’ve found the notion impossible and ridiculous. How much has changed in such a short time period. A laugh leaves her lips before she can stop it.

“What is it?” he asks. “Was I that bad of a date?”

“No, of course not! You were amazing. It’s just, well, it’s kind of a funny story. You see, the reason I asked you out was because at lunch one day Penelope and Morgan dared me to go on a date with you and I-”

“Wait.” The worried tone he had before is gone, replaced by harshness. Anger, as he narrows his eyes at her. “You’re telling me that you only wanted to go out with me because of a dare?”

Heat floods her cheeks, accompanied by shame. “It’s not like that! I mean, it was, but they just thought it would be funny to-”

He holds up a hand. “Just stop, okay? I thought you were different. I thought you were nice, and actually interested in me. But this is obviously just some joke to you! You know what? I’m tired of being the butt of the joke. Contrary to popular belief, I’m not some machine. I have a heart. I have feelings, and I’m done with other people trampling on them. Go home and have a good laugh about the weird guy at work with Morgan and Garcia. Leave me alone.” His voice rises higher the more frustrated he becomes, and when he’s finished he turns around and practically runs down the block. Away from her.

Y/N stands still on the sidewalk, shell-shocked from his outburst. Guilty. Ashamed. There’s a hint of despair as she realizes she may have just ruined her chances with the nicest man she’s met. Worse, she’s hurt him. Brushing away tears, she goes home alone.

For a week he avoids her. Disappears from the office when she comes by, ignores her when he passes her by chance. Text messages and calls never receive a reply from his end. Her feelings don’t reach him. Penelope says he’s hardly talking to her or Morgan unless it’s strictly work-related. After agonizing and analyzing, she finally finds the courage to corner him as he’s leaving one day.

The look on his face speaks enough. Eyes narrowed, mouth pressed into a hard line, jaw set. He’s furious with her, even now.

“I know I’m the last person you want to talk to,” she says, “but please just hear me out. For five minutes, Reid, that’s all I ask. Please just let me explain.”

Reid makes a show of staring at his watch. Every second is going to count. “Yes, it was a dare, okay? They dared me to go out with you because they thought it would be amusing. But it was only after they realized I shared so many interests with you that they suggested it. Maybe it was part of a joke, but deep down I think that they just want you to be happy, and they thought maybe we would be happy together. And I was. I really, really was. I didn’t expect that, but as the night went on I saw just how wonderful you really are. You showed me your heart and you were vulnerable and you were kind, and I like all of that about you. When we were leaving I knew I wanted this to be more than just one date.”

Pausing, she takes a deep breath and pushes forwards. “Which is why I told you about the dare. I knew if you found out from someone else, you would be upset and anything we could’ve had would be over. I thought if I was honest then we could laugh it off but I would be able to see you again. I really like you, and I’m sorry I hurt you. If you can forgive me, I would really like the chance to make it up to you.”

So many words are fit into such a minuscule amount of seconds that when she finishes, she feels a little lightheaded. Reid blinks a few times, then asks, “You really think we could have something?”

“Absolutely,” she pants, still trying to catch her breath.

“This isn’t just part of some elaborate prank?”

It’s her turn now, to put her heart out in the open. Allowing him to see her for who she is and not what assumptions he’s attached to her.

“I swear it. You can ask Penelope if you don’t believe me. Everything I told you that night was true. Everything I felt was true as well. I just want to show you I meant it. I don’t care what we do. We can go to the library or the park. You can come over and meet my cat, Puck. As long as it’s with you. I just want to spend time with you, Spencer.” It’s the first time she’s addressed him by his first name, but it feels so natural on her lips.

After an eternity’s pause, he says, “Okay.”


“Yeah. Okay. I trust you, Y/N. I’m still hurt, but I’m willing to give you a second chance. After all, Shakspeare did say that “the course of true love never did run smooth.”

She grins. He’s quoting A Midsummer’s Night Dream, her favorite. “That William was quite brilliant. In that case, “Give me your hands if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.”” Puck’s famous final words. To her surprise, he does exactly that. Long fingers encircle her own, and when their eyes meet she is certain beyond all doubt that they are truly seeing each other. Looking not with their eyes, but with their hearts.

A few days later, when he repeats the gesture on their second date, she stands on her toes and kisses him. Pulling away, she finds him with the biggest smile on his face. Smiling at her, because of her. He looks happy. Honestly, truly happy.

She was right that evening in the coffee shop. Happy does look good on him.

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Prompt: “Sometimes what you’re looking for is right where you left it.”
A/N: Idea inspired by the movie ‘Sweet Home Alabama.’
Chapter One: “Look what the cat dragged in.”
Word Count: 1,880

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“Lucas! You’re going the wrong way!” The tiny brunette screamed out. Her voice could barely be heard over the loud sounds of the summer storm. The forecast said it would be bad but Lucas didn’t care. She always loved the rain and he always loved her. Which meant he would do anything for her, which included going on a treasure hunt in the rain.

“I thought you wanted it back?” He called out, eyebrows raised. The rain poured down on them harder, flashes of lightning and roars of thunder could be heard in the distance. He waited for her to catch up with him. Her long French braids drenched, sticking to her face as she placed her hand on his shoulder to catch her breath.

“I do want it back but in case you didn’t notice there’s a storm happening.” She retorted, throwing her arms up towards the dark sky.

Lucas smirks at the brown eyed girl, “Are you going to be this much of a scaredy cat when we’re married?”

“I am not a scaredy cat!” She places her hands on her hips. “Besides, who said I wanted to marry you anyhow?”

Before he could answer, lightning struck a few yards down the beach causing them both to jump. The small boy grabs her hand, pulling her towards their destination.

“That’s what grownups do when they love each other –.” He continues, dragging along the reluctant girl. “C’mon we’re almost there.”

The two 10 year olds finally make it to their spot, a group of boulders that form a crawl space underneath. It was the place where they would spend most of their summers. Their own little secret hide out.

Lucas takes a plastic shovel out of his back pocket and starts to dig. After a few minutes of him throwing around the wet sand he sees it. A small shoe box labeled ‘RIP Beary.’

He pulls out the box and places it on the ground between them. He slowly lifts the lid to reveal a battered beaten up teddy bear with a missing face.

“Oh my god! Beary!” She smiles, clutching the bear to her chest. Lucas watched as she gently inspected the tattered stuffed animal, smiling to himself.

“I can’t believe you remembered where we buried him.” She looks at him in amazement.

He shrugs modestly, avoiding eye contact. She throws her arms around the blonde boy, giving him a tight hug. “Thank you, Lucas.”

As they pull away Lucas plants a quick peck on her lips, causing them both to blush. Their moment is interrupted by the sound of their parents.

Lucas peaks his head out of the hide out and see’s his mom and dad, along with her parents, walking the beach with flashlights in hand.

“Lucas?” Her mom calls out, flashing the light towards the water. “Riley?”



The sound of his voice breaks her trance. Her eyes settle on the handsome dark haired man kneeling before her.

“What do you say, Ri? Marry me?”

She looks up at the restaurant full of people with expectant looks on their faces. A few give her encouraging nods and she can’t help but smile.

“Yes, Evan.” She whispers, staring at the shiny diamond ring being slid onto her finger. “I would love to marry you.”

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Gabriel’s Problem. Ch, 4

A/N: The feedback for this series has been outstanding! Thank you all for liking and rebloging and telling me how you feel about it. It really makes me happy to see what you all think and when you guys send in ask about it. This chapter was supposed to be the last chapter (sad, I know) but, I left it open just in case I want to continue it. 

Request: Made by @murdochinthetardis for a Gabriel x reader where Gabriel is transformed into a Corgi. Also part of her separate request “Alright, you know how much of a Gabe girl I am so if you’ve got time, here’s a request: The reader summons a cherub to find out if it’s possible for an angel to fall in love with a human and Gabriel overhears?”

Chapter Summary: Gabriel confronts a few people and finally comes clean about why he was so scared to be with you. 

Based on this beautiful song. (I’m serious.)

Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 / Ch. 3

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 3,039 (wELP)

Warnings: Cursing, Angst, heated kissing, fluff. 

Author: @jadangelofthelord (AKA me)

Originally posted by featheryembrace

Two weeks after I left and every day gets worse.

“Well isn’t this a surprise?”  

“Lucifer?” I stepped into the room and took in the shocked faces of the angels around me. He turned and smiled all too familiarly. “Lucifer.”

It was a meeting room, same as the others. White light poured from the walls that made you feel like something on an examination table. One big table in the center, surrounded by angels.

“You got me!” He held his hands up in a faux surrender. “But, how are you? Baby brother it’s been…too long.”

“Not long enough.” I stalked into the room. An angel, Saul, shifted in his seat and looked at me with pleading eyes and shook his head. You’re way over your head here. I was. “What are you doing, Luce?”

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As a congratulations to everyone in the Sterek fandom for winning the Backlot poll, I decided to make a SUPPPPER long fic rec list full of random fics. Some old, some new, but all of them are amazing! So behold, a huge ass list that puts Tyler Hoechlin’s booty to shame. (JK, his butt is the greatest thing on this earth… besides Pizza.)

Stardust (WIP: 1/?: Teen)

This is the story about how Stiles Stilinski becomes a man.
A much greater challenge altogether, for to achieve it –
he must win the heart of his one, true love.

Babcia Knows Best (one shot: 11,887: Teen)

Stiles takes his grandmother to bingo every Thursday. Now there’s a new guy calling out the numbers, and his grandmother has decided to set them up.

Beauty and the Ex (one shot: 26,313: Mature)

Stiles doesn’t want to screw up his chances with Josh, so he does something he may regret: he goes to Derek Hale, Josh’s intimidating ex-boyfriend, for dating advice.

Things don’t go according to plan. But with a little magic (and werewolves) they might go all right.

Incantation Ink (Series: 30,042: Explicit) 

The tattoo parlor didn’t look like much. The apprentice who was supposed to be inking Derek’s new magical tattoo wasn’t immediately confidence-inspiring either.

To Navigate your Seas (one shot: 26,010: Explicit)

Derek is a beach bum/surfer; Stiles is his new neighbor. Feels ensue.

Talk Geeky to Me (one shot: 19,873: Explicit)

The five times Derek and Stiles “fake” kiss and one time they take things further.

Professional Werewolf Witch (one shot: 5,134: General)

“Are you going to buy anything else?” Professional Eyebrows says and Stiles would like to buy him. A cup of coffee. On a date.

He just ends up pointing at the crate of whatever the fuck is behind Professional Eyebrows’ head and says, “Uh, a box of that stuff.”

P.E. turns glances at the crate and raises an eyebrow at Stiles. “You want a box of charmed rattlesnake tail?” God, magic is so fucking weird.

“Yeah.” Stiles nods because he’s making an ass out of himself. The hipster vampire browsing in the corner is not so subtly laughing at him. The sooner he leaves the better.

That’s Why He Lets Him In (Series: 12,443: Explicit)

Stiles watches him for a long beat before responding, taking in the sharp lines of his bearded jaw and the strong tendons of his neck that lead down to the soft, dark chest hair peeking out of his dark green v-neck. 

“Did you want something,” he asks, voice whiskey-dark, watching how Derek’s eyes fall to his mouth as he speaks.

“Yeah,” Derek whispers throatily, barely loud enough for him to hear. “Yeah, Stiles, I want something.”

CSI: Beacon Hills(one shot: 8,243: Teen)

Back when Stiles was in high school Beacon Hills didn’t have a crime lab, because they simply didn’t need one. Those were the days.

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Hard to Find

Summary: True love is hard to find, but Jensen Ackles may have stumbled upon it at a bed & breakfast in a small, Kansas town.

Part Four: A Change in the Atmosphere
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Word Count: 2510
Warnings: None.


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Storm and Sea

Pairing: Ken/Reader

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: real-life!AU, penetrative sex, oral sex, recreational alcohol use, adult language, enough sweet fluff to give you hyperglycemia, cheesy romance

Wordcount: 4641

Request: Ken/Reader fluff

Notes: Don’t listen to me when I say I don’t have a romantic bone in my body because its a gross lie tbh…actually i’m not very romantic for myself but boy do i LOVE writing the cheesy romance! And this is exactly it, super sappy gross fluff just in time for V-day. I made this one AU because why the f*ck not, Jaehwan is a marine-biology student, but still his dorky self no worries. I hope y’all like it ^3^ xoxo

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Evanescent Pt. 2

Evanescent: (adj.) literary /ˌevəˈnes(ə)nt/ soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing.

Word Count: 2441

Released: 160301

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4


Oh god, I just want to leave already, you thought to yourself, still frozen. With your back facing towards Taehyung, you had no control of your body any longer. The spell he casted on you three years ago still had its effect. Fighting every urge to turn around and see his face, you put one foot in front of another and slowly walked out the shop, leaving without a word. Sweat drenched your forehead as you walked outside, the brush of wind cooling you down. Your chest was rising up and down with each heavy breath you took, not letting yourself cry.

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RSS Fic: The Coach and the Librarian

Title: The Coach and the Librarian

Fandom/Pairing: Once Upon a Time/Rumbelle

Rating: G

Word count: 6,900

Rumbelle Secret Santa 2014 – gift for clusterstruck

Prompt: club owner, football coach, finals

Summary: Retired soccer player and coach Rhys Gold finds a new start in Storybrooke, Maine, with a little help from a librarian with a youth soccer club to run. Storybrooke AU… No curse.

Author’s Notes: Ho ho ho! Hope you enjoy it clusterstruck! I hope Belle running the club through the library is close enough to being a club owner. No beta… so all the mistakes are mine. :)

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Mr. Gold’s shop was closed. It had been closed for several months. The sign was turned and never flipped around again. The shelves, and the large amount of items that were kept in the pawn shop were dusty after so much time without maintenance.

Mr. Gold sat behind the glass counter on the side, his jeans and lightweight sweatshirt covered in patches of dust. His longish brown hair got in his eyes as he ducked in front of the counter, pulling out item after item, trying to match it to the information cards and discern its value. He had half a mind to sell the entire lot to an auction house and be done with it. He sighed. He was here now. He had decided to stay. It was for the best, even if the future of this shop was still to be determined. He was going to make a life here, in this coastal town of Storybrooke, Maine. Even after everything, the one thing his father had gotten right was to settle down in this place. It was peaceful… quaint even. It would be a lonely start, of course, not being able to call a single person an acquaintance, let alone a friend.

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