sorry these are so damn shitty

A Warm Welcome [h.s.]

A/N: here’s some hades!harry! Sorry if it’s shitty I’m trying to get back in the game! And sorry for any typos and mistakes! Enjoy :-)


Being a god comes with a large bundle of heightened emotions and Harry honestly wishes that they came with an off switch. Celestial beings are called “celestial” for a reason, after all. They’re abnormally better than any human, and thus they must keep an attitude and air that enforces nothing less, but damn feelings for being able to get in the way so easily at times.

Gods must be calm and collected under the most extraneous situations, they must rule with an iron fist, and most importantly, they must forbid emotions from deterring them in any way. He’s not saying that he hates feeling emotions more intensely; some are worth the toil. Pleasure, for example, is felt tenfold what any human could handle and he can almost say that this alone makes the troubles worth it. But it’s moments such as now that bring forward overpowering feelings that he wishes he could cast aside: a dangerous mixture of excitement and anxiousness.

More specifically, the excitement and anxiousness that comes with the return of his beloved wife, Persephone (or as he calls her, Y/N), from being away for her given six months of the year.

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@instishoot I personally think Benny is kind of underwritten and… confused character, but it kind of might be the point about the kind of state Mr. House is running? He preserved New Vegas in a stasis, under the glass globe that he loves so much, but only the buildings could be left unchanged. People are different now and Mr. House is the only one who remembers the real city of Vegas. Everyone else has just a concept of it, from stories and old photographs, a dream of the city of game and vice. So New Vegas attracts people who want to play make-believe, to be someone from these glorious pre-war days, but without truly understanding the original that they try to imitate. Like the Kings who don’t know who Elvis really was, but live impersonating his style. And Benny, who was a savage tribal nomad his whole life, tries to be this classy, suave gentleman-gangster, without having a real reference. So many things about him are performative - his speech pattern, when literally no one else talks like this, his goddamn suit, even his “code of honor” - he tells the Khans that he won’t kill someone without looking them in the eyes first, and he even digs a grave for the courier. We know that Benny doesn’t really care about killing the courier, but it’s a matter of style - he gives the famous “the game was rigged from the start” speech, because he wants so damn hard to be this classy mafia mastermind instead of a brutal tribal.

EDIT: my shitty wording here implied that tribals are actually savage and brutal, which is of course bullshit, sorry for that. The point that I was trying to make was about Benny’s own perception, how he tries to move away from one stereotype by pretending to be a kind of diametrically opposite stereotype. He specifically distances himself from the Khans on the matter of how to implement violence - “Maybe Khans kill people without looking them in the face, but I aint a fink, dig?”

For us, the players, his speech pattern and suit are so jarring and ridiculous because we know the original he’s aiming for, we know that he misses the mark by a mile, but he himself doesn’t. And this is all very tangible things - people trying to live up to their ideals without realizing what these ideals were really made of, and in the process becoming something new and different, that might look silly, but deep down it’s bittersweetly human, and for details like this I love FNV.

And this is how entire New Vegas under House’s rule works - things only look like the past on the surface, but if you really look at them, you can see that everything is a clumsy imitation, even if played on a real location. Mr. House thinks he preserved his Vegas, but his tragedy is that he he turned his beloved city into a caricature of itself.

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Ooh!!! #12 with fuckboy! Taehyung 😏 please and thank you ☺️

✎ things you said when you thought i was asleep ✎
1.6k words ; angst [ pg-15 ]

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a/n: i tried to make this happy but i wrote this after spring day came out and went emo real fast

For as long as you could remember, you and Taehyung had always been an inseparable pair. Wherever he went, you did too. Whatever you did, he followed. Sometimes voluntarily, other times he’d force you out of your place to tag along as his wingwoman.

To say that it didn’t hurt whenever Taehyung pulled you out of your shell only to shove you back in would be the ultimate lie.

It was common knowledge amongst all the students that Taehyung was never one for commitment. A few have said it was because of his parents’ divorce, others because of a past lover who had shattered his heart. But you knew differently.

Taehyung didn’t have commitment issues, he had trust issues. Not with anyone else, but with himself. He didn’t trust himself to care for such a thing as fragile as love, didn’t trust himself to give his all to a relationship and a lover who would depend on him, lean on him, believe in him. despite the multiple times you’ve told him otherwise, he wouldn’t listen. He trusted you, but never your words, nor your actions that continuously reminded him how deserving of love he was.

And for as long as you could remember, you have always, always been in love with Kim Taehyung.

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Damn it, I need you.

Authors Note: This was requested by the prompt:
“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”  From the list of Prompts found HERE.
All prompts/ Blurbs can be found HERE
Warning: It is a bit sad, as you can assume from the sentence it started from.

He was never one to permit his emotions to show unless in the comfort of his own house, generally not even then did he grant them the opportunity to reveal very often. It was on rare occasions that you ever saw a tear escape from his precious eyes.

From the moment he received the call his body was diverted into an emotional panic state, he didn’t care that he was in the middle of signing his new contract; he didn’t care that it was impolite to answer the phone call. The minute he sensed his phone ringing he had an inkling something was wrong, something about the morning just wasn’t settling right with him.

He had left you this morning snuggled up to the warmth of the bed, he admired you peacefully sleeping, the way your hair fell messily around you, the way your hand stayed nestled under the pillow, and the way you bury yourself amongst the covers.

He had spent a little too long appreciating you this morning, he just couldn’t help it. When he did manage to wrench himself away from watching you peacefully sleep, he pressed to kiss to your forehead, whispering a swift “I love you” before forcing himself to leave the bedroom, gathering his things from downstairs before leaving to attend his meetings.

The whole way to the hospital all he could do was repeat the same sentence over and over again, “Please be okay, please be okay.” trying to hold himself together but failing as he shakes while trying to compose a text message to his sister. She was the one who always seemed to know what to do, additionally, she was also two hours closer than his Mum.

He did his best to hold it together while pacing around the waiting room, wearing the floors’ thin as he chews his lip, circling the small area without stopping to think twice. He didn’t know what to do, there was nothing for him to do but to wait for a doctor to tell him what was going on. There was nothing he wanted more than to know that you were okay, he needed comfort, he needed the reassurance that this morning wasn’t the last time that he would be able to admire you while you slept, he needed to know that all the plans the two of you had made weren’t going to be nothing but unaccomplished plans.

His eyes meet his sisters when she steps into the holding area, he doesn’t say a word, he just glances at her like a child who desperately needs to be held for a while. She doesn’t think twice before forcing him into a hug, his taller figure towering over her as she wraps her arms around her little, (not so little), brother. The minute he felt her warmth and comfort he allowed his emotions to flow, for the tears to finally settle, the tears he had been holding in since he got the call.

“I just want to know everything is okay. I knew something was wrong with the morning, but I didn’t think—I didn't—” He stutters, struggling to finish his sentence through his tears. “I didn’t think we’d end up here.” He chokes on his own words.

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Post break up kiss for nurseydex if you're still takinf the prompts?

1. Post Break Up Kiss - The kiss that catches both of you off guard, but says I miss you, I’m sorry and please love me again all at once without any words being spoken.

Nursey felt empty and tired and drained. He felt like he shouldn’t have come to the SMH’s five year reunion even though he wanted to see everyone. Or almost everyone. He felt like he wasn’t ready to see Dex again, even though it had been months.

Seven months, to be exact.

It had been seven months since Nursey got traded to the Leafs and Dex decided not to move to Toronto with him and Nursey had to relearn now to wake up alone and how to live alone and how to be alone, and it still hurt.

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Dean slams Cas against the wall, pressing his forearm to his chest and gripping his shirt in his fist.

‘Where the fuck have you been?’ He demands aggressively, his eyes wide and staring at Cas accusingly.

Cas tilts his head down to avoid his stare and Dean taps his chin back up with his calloused fingers so Cas is forced to stare at him. ‘You better answer me real damn soon, Cas-’

‘I was in heaven.’ He says, and Dean squinted.

‘Are you kidding? Me and Sam were worrying our asses off about you, and you didn’t think to tell us you were in Heaven?’ He says, his grip tightening on Cas’s trench coat.

‘Dean, you don’t understand, I… I couldn’t bear to face you. I failed you, and I failed Sam. And I’m sorry, but I didn’t want to come back here a failure again. I wanted to come back with a win for us. I just wanted to make you proud of me, for once.’ He looks down at Dean’s chest, and this time Dean doesn’t stop him, his conscience instantly forcing him to feel shitty about jumping at Cas the way he did.

They stand there for a while, Dean’s arm still pressed against Cas’s chest, until Dean slowly removes his arm and wraps Cas in a gentle hug instead. Cas presses his head on Dean’s shoulder and Dean hesitantly strokes Cas’s hair, not wanting to overstep his mark.

‘I’m sorry, Cas.’ Dean sighs after a moments silence. ‘I shouldn’t have hurt you. It just… it hurts me that you keep leaving us. And I hate that you never called, or even texted. I even prayed to you, Cas. I needed you, I always do. We’re better together, you make me better and I can’t begin to describe how empty I feel without you.’ Dean feels his heart jump, as he prepares himself for the most honest confession of his life.

'I love you.’

Silence. Cas doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything. Not for a while.

'I almost died. I’ve almost died a million times, but you watched me almost die back in the barn. And you didn’t say a thing. Not even when I told you I loved you. You just told me that I’m family. I don’t want to just be family to you, Dean, family is unstable. My family is the most dysfunctional family in existence. My father has left, my brother is the devil, and the amount of wars I’ve seen between my family is more than I want to think about. I have watched my brothers kill each other in cold blood, and I have not hesitated to kill my own brothers in cold blood. Family is hatred, and I don’t ever want to be family with you, Dean. I want to love you. I want to be loved by you. I have never felt love before, not from anyone. Not for anyone, until I saved you.’ Dean felt a pang of guilt as he recalled the barn. He opened his mouth to speak, but Cas interrupted his thoughts.

'You don’t remember Hell, Dean, but I remember it all. I remember piecing your soul back together one piece at a time and I remember you clinging to me as I pulled you out. I remember holding you down and giving up all of my strength, all of my power, to save you. To bring you home. And I remember falling in love with every fibre of your being. The day you woke up, the day you went to the gas station and heard that noise, that wasn’t me talking. that was me crying. I cried out for you Dean, because I had loved you, and you hadn’t remembered me. And I wanted to die. I rebelled, and I killed and I completely fell off the wagon because I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything anymore. You meant the universe to me. I needed you, and you didn’t even know me. Do you know how much that hurts?’

Dean is crying now, his eyes and cheeks both equally damp and his tears trailing into Cas’s hair. Cas looks up at him, but Dean lets go of him and sits on the bed, drawing his knees into his chest and crying openly into his hands.

I’m so sorry, Cas.’ Dean wails, his shoulders shaking and his hands clenched into fists. 'I’m so sorry I hurt you, I’m sorry…’

Cas sits down next to him and takes him in his arms. 'Don’t cry, Dean. Please don’t cry. The last thing I want is to be the reason you’re upset.’

Sam is about to push open the door when he hears this, and steps back slightly.

'I love you. I love you so much, Cas. I’m sorry I never told you. You’re my everything.’ Dean sobs out into Cas’s chest.

Sam feels his heart sink, hearing his brother cry so loudly, so emotionally. He wants to go in and comfort him, but he just stays still and listens, not wanting to intrude on such a long overdue moment.

'I love you too, Dean.’ Cas says softly, and there’s a moment of silence followed by a soft rustle of the sheets. Sam, overcome with curiosity, looks through the crack in the door to see Cas and Dean kissing, and they look so hesitant and pure that it makes Sam want to smile. He watches as Dean pulls away, and rests his head against Cas’s forehead. They kiss again, but this time it looks more urgent, and suddenly Deans hands are sliding Cas’s trench coat and undercoat off of his shoulders, and Sam watches them fall to the floor beside Dean’s bed. Sam always thought Cas looked inappropriate without his coat on, like he looked more human.

The moment Dean’s hands leave Cas’s sides to reach for his own shirt is the moment Sam decides he’s seen way too much, and so he heads back towards the kitchen before yelling a quick 'I’m going for a run’ to Dean, choosing to give them some alone time in the bunker. And sure enough, when Sam returns a couple hours or so later, he finds them barely covered by Dean’s thin blanket, Dean’s hand on Cas’s chest and Cas’s arm underneath Dean’s head.

Sam gently pulls the door shut, wincing at the click of the handle, before returning to the main table to finish his research.

anonymous asked:

hello, do you mind me asking what happened with sleepy hollow? I only watched the first season lol

not at all! okay so first off, congratulations on escaping the train wreck early. second, there was a shitload of bs happening behind the scenes, 99% of which we are still in the dark about. the rest is under a cut bc damn.

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Jungkook Scenario: Walking On Air.

Request: Hello em & mars. Hope y'all doing gr8. As simple as it gets. Awkward jk trying to help/ deal with his gf when she has her period. “1st time for him” Thanks.

Genre: Fluff

Jungkook was almost sure that he had done something wrong, even if he couldn’t imagine what that was, that or you were being particularly moody today.

You were sitting together as you watched television or at least tried to do so as none of the channels or the programs that were on satisfied you, you grumbled under your breath at each, saying how pointless television was these days, Jungkook kept quiet just watching you, thinking it was a bit odd but that maybe you couldn’t find something in particular.

-But what do you want to see?- he asked.

-I don’t know- you snapped. -Nothing of this for sure, I can’t believe there’s nothing good on, what are people doing with TV these days? How they even earn their money?-

Jungkook looked ahead at the TV deciding to not say anything else, then he noticed you were rearranging for what was probably the tenth time the cushions behind you, you had done that too many times since you sat on the couch so Jungkook stared oddly at you but he didn’t say anything about that either.

-I wanna eat something- you stated suddenly turning off the TV, standing up.
Jungkook stood up as well, he was always down for food so he agreed following you to the kitchen. Once there you looked into the fridge and frowned at whatever was inside. You were behaving weirdly ever since he arrived, you had invited him to spend the day at your house, saying you missed him so much, but now Jungkook was doubting if you really wanted him there.

-We could order something- he proposed trying to find a solution to your bad mood. 

-No, I’m not hungry anymore-

Jungkook was bafled, just minutes ago you had said you were hungry, and now weren’t. -Y/N, is there something wrong?-


-Why are you angry? I don’t understand- he said it clearly, you were being all angry and moody for no reason.

-I’m not angry ok? I’m just…- you huffed. -I just need a damn break-

Jungkook frowned, a break from what? From him? -Did I do something?-


Jungkook doubted, maybe he hadn’t done anything after all. -Yes… or well, I don’t know what’s wrong and you are being like this-

-Well sorry if that’s so wrong for you-

He sighed. -Do you want me here or should I leave? Because I feel like you are… I don’t know having a moment and I don’t understand what is fucking wrong-

-Yes leave- you sighed soundly. -Of course not, don’t leave, I want to be with you, I just don’t know why everything is so shitty today-

-If you tell me what’s wrong, I could help, don’t you think? Because if it is something that I did then tell me, I’ll fix it-

You crossed your arms annoyed. -This is not about you Jungkook-

-Then what is it? Why are you being like this?-

You seemed to doubt for a moment and looked warily at him, your arms still crossed in front of your chest. -I have my period ok?- you admitted with a frown. -Excuse me if I didn’t want to tell you-

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anonymous asked:

Hey sana? Can i get a jungkook spam? I got some bad news and now im in a shitty mood - guess who anon

jfdjdskfn im sorry babe, i hope the bad news blows over and you get good news soon. now here’s nochu comin’ thru

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ah remember when he said that he looks so good in the spring day music video? damn u rite boi

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sjdfjfn so aesthetically pleasing

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look how strong ur boi is (and kinky)

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baby boi doesnt want to wake up because youre not beside him :((

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the buttons on his shirt are stronger than my will to live tbh

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how is this stylist alive right now? im 100% at least one of their stylist has a crush on one of them

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ive seen this video so i can literally the sound coming out of his mouth lmao

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wtf is this go away

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WOW i think its so hot that hes passionate about exercising

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Oh Captain! // Steve Rogers x Reader (P1)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x POC Reader, Nat x Bucky (WinterWidow)
Word Count: 2k+
Warning: Language, Fluff, Smut, ‘Captain’ kink. This is a bit of a slow burn. I’m not sorry. 

Summary: How is Steve supposed to resist you when you call him Captain like that? How is anyone supposed to resist those god-forsakenly beautiful thighs? Naturally you both have to fuck it out; your only choice really. WinterWidow makes a brief appearance. Bonus: Tony Stark’s seal of approval.

A/N: Idk why my fics keep starting in the gym, maybe it’s a sneaky way of telling myself I need to work out more. Lmao, ignore me. I’m so sorry. This was supposed to me a short 500 or so word one shot but I’m a goddamn wordy ass ho with no self-control and a shitty understanding of the word ‘short’. Happy New Year everyone 

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It’s A Small World After All

Valentine’s Day Special #1

Pair : Jensen Ackles x Reader

7. You’ve never had a valentine in your life but your best friend wants to break that curse. She forces you out to a club/party and tries to find you a guy to spend the rest of the night with. But she fails when almost every guy there is either taken or a total fuck boy. Until she bumps into an old friend. Small world.

Requested by anon. 

Warning : Language. 

Word Count : 1,913

“Come on, smile!” Aria, your best friend nudged your side. “At least pretend like you’re having a good time.”

You watched as she took a swig of her drink, eyes glancing around the crowded bar.

“I-I just want to go home.” You muttered. Gently playing with your straw, feeling as though the night was nothing more than a waste.

“Look, we can go home after you meet your soul mate.” She smirked. “Or a one night stand mate.”

You rolled your eyes, adjusting yourself on the stool.

“Seriously Aria, it’s just not gonna happen.”

“With that attitude it won’t.” Aria leaned on her elbows and sighed. “Look, I made you a promise, and I don’t want to let you down.”

“Hey, you won’t ever let me down.” You stated. “But let’s face it, we aren’t-”

You were interrupted with cold drink running down your leg that was spilt from the dunk guy beside you.

“Shit! I’m sorry!” He slurred his words.

Taking the only napkin you had, you began to dab the liquid, growing annoyed.

The stranger was able to get a better look at you, and with all the alcohol in his system, he felt confident.

“Or maybe I’m not sorry.” He began. “Shit, I shoulda spilled my drink on you a long time ago. Damn you’re so fine.”

You only flashed a soft smirk, still not responding.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” He asked, hovering over you. “Do you maybe wanna get out of here? Have some fun.”

Clenching your jaw tightly, you glanced at aria, who knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Hey buddy, how about you stop hitting on MY girlfriend and go find someone who is too drunk to care about your ten dollar haircut.” She snarled, with a shitty grin plastered on to her face.

But of course, the guy was too out of it, he only focused on the word girlfriend.

“Wait, you two are lesbians?” He asked.

“Yes, so you’re definitely not needed here.” Aria continued.

The stranger tapped his friends shoulder, catching his attention. “Dude, these girls are fucking lesbians! That’s so fucking hot!”

You let out a sigh, growing impatient with the drunk. It was obvious you weren’t interested, but he didn’t care.

“How about you two make out, prove your lesbians.” The friend smiled.

Aria propped up to her feet, her shitty grin not once faltering. “Or how about you two make out. Give us one hell of a show.”

“We aren’t gay!” The friend cackled.

“Oh come on! It’s 2017! You don’t have to be gay to kiss someone of the same gender.” She exclaimed. “Come on, just stick your tongue in his mouth, it’d be so hot.”

The guys slowly took a step back, shaking their heads. “We have to meet up with the rest of our party.”

“Aw okay, well have fun!”

The boys turned without another word, obviously feeling uncomfortable of the situation.

You however couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“Fuck, they were annoying.” Aria exhaled.

“Yeah, this bar seems to be filled with those kind of guys.” You stated.

Aria let out a long sigh, feeling defeated. “Fine, we can go.”

Your eyes lit up, the moment you have been waiting for. To finally go home.


“Yeah. It’s obvious you don’t want to be here. And these dip shits aren’t worth shit, so let’s just go.”

You pulled her in for a quick hug, flashing a soft smile. “Thanks for trying though.” You said.

The both of you started for the door, pushing passed the crowd, and forcing your way through.

But as you we’re just about to open the door, the door swung open and immediately you ran straight into broad shoulders. Almost knocking you off your feet.

“Shit!” You yelped, trying to stable yourself.

Suddenly, you felt an arm loop around your waist, keeping you steady.

“What the hell man! Watch where you’re going!” Aria exclaimed. “You okay?”

Before you could respond, the stranger apologized profusely, looking over you to make sure he hadn’t hurt you.

As your eyes met, you felt your breath hitch to the back of your throat. He was beautiful beyond belief. With taunting emerald green eyes, and lips so full, you could only imagine just how soft they were.

“I-I’m fine.” You whispered.

Aria glanced at the stranger, and immediately her anger subsided.
“Jensen?!” She said with her brows raised.

The stranger looked up to your friend, a smile growing by the second. “Aria!” His arm left your waist, and he pulled your best friend into him. Giving her a quick hug.

“Holy shit! Long time no see.” She chuckled. “You look good!”

Jensen shrugged, “aw thanks.” He said. “How’ve you been? I haven’t seen you since Mackenzie’s eighteenth birthday party!”

“I’ve been great! Just been working, what about you?! I see the show has been doing great.”

You stood there awkwardly, as they went back and forth. Your eyes couldn’t help but glance at Jensen. There was just something about him that made so captivated.

“Shit, this is my best friend Y/N.” Aria said, interrupting your thoughts. “Y/N this is an old friend, Jensen Ackles.”

You slipped your hand into his, and immediately you felt chills cover you.

“Nice to meet you.” He smiled, his voice creating your legs to shake.

“You too.” You forced out.

His gaze held yours for what seemed like forever. Almost giving the illusion that you two were alone.

That was until someone cleared their throat. Breaking the trance.

“Crap, this is my brother Jared and his wife Gen.” he muttered.

“Hi, nice to meet y'all.” Jared smirked.

“You girls want to join us?” Jensen asked. “I mean, it’d be nice to catch up and stuff.”

Aria glanced at you, then back to her old friend. “Actually we were just about to-”

“We’d love to.” You blurted out. “I-I mean the nights still young.”

Aria chuckled to herself, shrugging her shoulders.

“Let’s drink!” She exclaimed.


(A couple hours later)

A few drinks in, and you could feel your lips start to tingle and your mind begin to haze.

You sat there, listening to some great stories from the set, and getting to know the boys and Gen, who you absolutely adored. She was completely amazing with her quirkiness and kind heart.

Aria seemed to have a great time as well, catching up with Jensen and cracking jokes with Jared.

But even with all the fun and chaos, you caught yourself glancing at Jensen, and even slightly flirting with cute little remarks and facial expressions. It was hard to contain it.

Jensen felt himself slowly gravitate toward you. The way you smiled, and laughed and talked, drew him in and he didn’t want it to end.

“Come on, let’s go dance!” Gen pulled at Jared’s arm.

He only chuckled and did as he was told. Following his wife to the dance floor, leaving you with Jensen and Aria.

“So before we bumped into each other-” Jensen teased. “What were you girls doing?”

“Actually, we were here to find a valentine for Y/N!” Aria blurted.

You shot her a glare, pursing your lips. But she wasn’t paying attention.

“She has never had a valentine in her life.” She continued.

“Okay, thanks for making me look pathetic!” You forced a chuckle.

Jensen flashed a smile, seeing you grow embarrassed was somehow adorable to him.

“Well, I’ll be your valentine.” He said, still holding his gaze on you.

For a second, you froze. Until aria nudged your side.

“Y-You don’t have to.” You exhaled. “Don’t want you to feel obligated or anything.”

Jensen let out a laugh, as he began to shake his head. “Trust me, if I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t have suggested it.” He winked.

“Well shit! Now that she has a valentine, I need to go find one.” Aria cackled. “I’ll be back.”

Before you could even think of a response, she was gone. Now you were alone, with Jensen.

“Can I just say, you’re really beautiful.” Jensen said with a soft smile playing on his lips.

You looked up at him, feeling your stomach flutter from the compliment. He was buzzed, obviously it was just the alcohol, right? Whatever it was, you didn’t want to ruin it.

Who knows when you’ll ever see him again.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” You stated.

Something overcame you. Maybe it was the way he looked at you, or the way he made you feel. But somehow, you felt a spark ignite in you and suddenly, you leaned over the table and crashed your lips to his.

His hands tangled into your hair, pulling you in closer. Tasting you with his tongue.

All at once, everything around you seemed to fade into the distance.

It was perfect, like a scene from a movie. You didn’t want it to stop. And maybe you wouldn’t have, if it weren’t for Jared.

“Okay! Get a room you too!” He exclaimed.

You jumped back into your seat, feeling the heat radiate off you as you began to grow with embarrassment.

Jensen couldn’t help but giggle behind his hand. Most likely feeing the same thing you did.

“I mean, that was hot but not sure how other people feel about it.” Jared continued to tease.

“Shut up.” Jensen cackled.

“Usually, id take the girl out to dinner first.” Jared shrugged. “Just saying.”

Jensen glanced at you, his cheeks aching from smiling so much. “Want to dance?” He asked, ignoring his best friends comments.

“Sure.” You smiled.

His hand slipped into yours, and lead you to the dance floor. His body pressed against yours as your bodies began to sway with the music.

“Sorry about that.” He muttered.

“It’s okay!” You chuckled. “Jareds funny.”

Jensen shrugged, “eh, don’t tell him that. Or he’ll never stop.”

As the song went on, you were both lost in each other. The way his body felt against yours felt like you had finally found the missing puzzle piece. It fit perfectly.

“Sorry for kissing you.” You exhaled.

He scrunched his brows together, looking into your eyes. “Don’t be sorry for that.” He said. “Trust me, you can kiss me whenever you want.”

There it was again, that same spark you had back at the table.

“So I was thinking-” Jensen drawled out.

“Oh yeah? Don’t think too hard, don’t want to hurt yourself.” You teased.

Jensen chuckled to himself. “So I was thinking maybe I can take you out tomorrow?”

You swallowed hard, looking for bluff.

“Like on a date.” He continued. “I know we just met, but for some reason, I want to keep getting to know you.”

Your stomach was fluttering so much, it was begging to ache a bit. But you held on to every word, locking your gaze on his face.

“There’s just something about you Y/N. And I really don’t want to go on with my life thinking what if.” He stated. “So, would you like to go out tomorrow?”

Without a word, you propped up on to your toes and gently pecked his lips.

As you slowly pulled away, Jensen couldn’t help but smirk. Fluttering his eyes open.

“So is that a yes?” He chuckled.

Giggling along with him, you nodded. “Yes, I’d love too.”

The song continued playing in the background, making Jensen pull you in closer. His scent being the only thing you breathed in.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” He whispered.

Sherlock AU 

Percival is Sherlock // Newt is John // Grindelwald is Moriarty

Come on guys! We all know the plot! Basically the same than the original serie, but Moriarty is still alive and they play a dangerous game in the London’s streets.

(sorry with all my shitty aesthetics but after the Doctor Who AU, I needed this in my life (and tbh I wasn’t sure about who can be Sherlock so yeah, Percy))

Doctor Who AU

Supernatural AU

I made a silly chibi because why not? Haven’t tried to draw chibi in yeeaaars.
With watercolour brushes bc looks so prettyyyyy aaaaaaa, I love those brushes ;w;
also I realised when I opened this on my phone that it has an accidentaly great size for a wallpaper so I made this my lockscreen.
(Yeah, im the kind of person who puts their own art as wallpaper when is somehow proud, it’s kind of a reminder when im feeling down like “damn, im shit… let me check my phone oH LOOK, I CAN DRAW CUTE SNS, IM NOT *ALL* THAT SHITTY”, it feels nice.)