the dark kiss is my favorite

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight.
—  Ed Sheeran, Perfect

ananbeth  asked:

Post Tartarus Percy and Annabeth whose bodies seem to still take longer to heal than they used to. Who have aches and pains which don't go away like they used to. So they take up yoga to try and help their aching muscles. This leads to morning meditation and Percy wearing pink leggings that one time and trying to do those ridiculous couple poses on the beach which results in collapsing in a tangled pile of limbs more often than not. Yoga percabeth fight me.

the pink leggings make him feel pretty I love it 

Post Tartarus Percy and Annabeth who take absolutely every opportunity to just lay in the sun. After being stuck in the darkness of Tartarus, they never want to go so long without enjoying daylight again. Whether it’s sitting out in the strawberry fields at Camp with Grover, looking for shells and taking a nap on the beach in Montauk, or reading to each other in Central Park, they have a new appreciation for feeling a fresh breeze and the sun against their skin. And when they’re alone after these long days, they run their hands over each other’s tan lines, placing kisses to faded scars and joking about trips to nude beaches to even out their tans. 

fireandiceblr  asked:

What do you think about Sansa's crush on Loras? Do you think it means something that no matter how much she seems to grow as a character she still holds a crush over some pretty knight that never really seemed to care about her and she still imagines him when she kisses people (even if her thoughts get directed back to sandor)

Well… Loras is a very safe crush.

Loras plays the role for Sansa that teen heartthrobs do for many adolescent girls, a safe exploration of their growing sexuality.

The idolization of teen idols typically begins in early adolescence when girls start to become interested in romance and dating and more aware of social norms which suggest that they should have romantic feelings for someone of the opposite sex (Simon, Eder, & Evans, 1992). Rather than dating in real life, developing a crush on a teen idol is a way for girls to acknowledge their emerging sexual feelings in a safe, non-threatening way (Engle & Kasser, 2005). Because teen boys are viewed by girls as only interested in sex (McRobbie, 1991), teen idols are a preferable option. Further, they often project a feminine form of masculinity that is sexually non-threatening and thus accessible to young girls (Engle &: Kasser, 2005; Karniol, 2001; McRobbie, 1991; Sweeney, 1994).

Bitten by Twilight: Youth Culture, Media, & the Vampire Franchise

One of the most popular ways people like to hate teenage girls is to complain about their “insane” crushes on boy band members. Now, let me fucking tell you something: those big dumb crushes are what helps a teenage girl develop her sexuality in a safe environment that she can control. In her world, she can listen to One Direction and hear all these songs about how great she is, and how much these cute non-threatening boys want to make her feel special. Why is this so important? Because no one is pushing them. There’s no fourteen year old boy shoving his clammy hands down your shirt without your consent. These fantasy boys are not convincing a girl to send naked pictures, only to show all their friends and call her a slut. In the fantasy land of boy bands, the girl has all the power. And we need to stop judging them for wanting to escape into that.

–Meghan Harper, “Why I Fucking Love Teenage Girls”

ASOIAF is a medieval-style world, so it of course doesn’t have pop idols and movie stars, but it does have tournaments and tourney champions, who play that role for the adolescent girls of Westeros. (And the boys, too. Consider Bran’s idolization of knights, especially the Kingsguard.) And Loras Tyrell is not just one of the best upcoming stars of the tourney scene, but he’s so dreamy handsome, young, and from one of the best families of Westeros. (Even Robert Baratheon crushes on him, in a manly way.)

Now, the fact that Loras is actually gay (as are so many teen heartthrobs - George Michael, we miss you) makes him even safer, whether Sansa consciously realizes it or not. This is all the more important, since because of the close circles of Westeros aristocracy, Sansa Stark has far more of a chance of personally interacting with Loras Tyrell than your typical teenage girl has with her most beloved Bieber or Zayn.

So when Sansa actually has the opportunity to meet Loras, is even led to believe she might marry him… the expression of her sexuality, while very real, is also very safe:

The sight of Ser Loras Tyrell standing on her threshold made Sansa’s heart beat a little faster.

Sansa was finding it hard to walk and talk and think all at the same time, with Ser Loras touching her arm.

I am talking to him, and he’s touching me, he’s holding my arm and touching me.

Desperately she tried to think of something clever and charming to say to him, but her wits had deserted her. She almost told him how beautiful he was, until she remembered that she’d already done that.

Ser Loras in white silk, so pure, innocent, beautiful. The dimples at the corner of his mouth when he smiled. The sweetness of his laugh, the warmth of his hand. She could only imagine what it would be like to pull up his tunic and caress the smooth skin underneath, to stand on her toes and kiss him, to run her fingers through those thick brown curls and drown in his deep brown eyes. A flush crept up her neck.

–ASOS, Sansa I

Or, for a visual representation:

Now, the trouble (or not?) is that this safe crush of Sansa’s is no longer something she can rely on. Whether it’s because of her aging into womanhood, or because of her actual experiences with sexuality – the dark masculine danger of Sandor Clegane, her marriage to Tyrion Lannister (including seeing him nude and sleeping next to him in bed for weeks), the explicit rape threats of Joffrey Baratheon and Marillion, the disturbing attentions and unfatherly kisses of Petyr Baelish – when she wishes to escape into her formerly favorite safe fantasy of Loras Tyrell, it twists away from her into something else:

Before she could summon the servants, however, Sweetrobin threw his skinny arms around her and kissed her. It was a little boy’s kiss, and clumsy. Everything Robert Arryn did was clumsy. If I close my eyes I can pretend he is the Knight of Flowers. Ser Loras had given Sansa Stark a red rose once, but he had never kissed her… and no Tyrell would ever kiss Alayne Stone. Pretty as she was, she had been born on the wrong side of the blanket.
As the boy’s lips touched her own she found herself thinking of another kiss. She could still remember how it felt, when his cruel mouth pressed down on her own. He had come to Sansa in the darkness as green fire filled the sky. He took a song and a kiss, and left me nothing but a bloody cloak.

–AFFC, Alayne II

Note that there are many analyses of “the unkiss” (link 1, link 2), Sansa’s imagined memory of being kissed by Sandor the night of the Blackwater, but what many point out is that it is again an attempt by Sansa of a safe fantasy, a subconscious attempt to control and understand and romanticize a frightening sexually-charged situation. It’s just several octaves away from her non-threatening fantasies of kissing and touching the “beautiful” Loras.

And though you say Sansa still holds this crush, please note that Loras is only mentioned in Sansa’s narrative once in AFFC (that scene above), where she recognizes that Loras’s attentions were nothing real, no kisses, just a rose. Also, when she thinks about the men who helped her in King’s Landing, Loras is not one of them. Furthermore, he’s not mentioned at all in her TWOW preview chapter – which, considering it focuses on an upcoming tourney and the young knights who wish to be its champions, should be a perfect occasion for the pretty knight Loras to stroll through Sansa’s head, and yet he does not.

So I would say that Sansa’s adolescent crush on Loras is something perfectly understandable… and also something she has outgrown. I hope that helps!

Do you know what makes me the giddiest about the CS Wedding? It’s that fact that now and forever, when I rewatch my favorite episodes, it’s going to be like this:

The Crocodile - the camera pans up from those black boots and leather clad legs to that windblown hair. Emma Swan is going to marry that.

Tallahassee - all of it - They’re gonna get married! They’re gonna get married!

In the Name of the Brother - he’s in the hospital bed and she pokes him in his broken ribs - Ha! She’s marrying him!

Straight on Til Morning - the whole being a part of something speech - CRYING

Good Form - That was a one time thing - 4,000 kisses and then they get married!

Dark Hollow - “When I win your heart, Emma…” - He so did - and she married him!

New York City Serenade - “Perhaps there was another man you loved…” - Perhaps? MARRIED! (and she wasn’t even close to running out on either of those proposals.)

CS Movie - Emma never stood a chance. *sigh*

White Out - From the ice bucket comment, to the loot conversation with David, to David lifting Emma into Hook’s arms and all the canoodling afterward - She’s got it soooo bad, and they’re gonna get married!

The Apprentice - after the kiss - You know it, girl. You know this is THE guy - the one you wanna marry guy.

Darkness at the Edge of Town - look at happy Emma, getting her jacket, meeting her boyfriend with the coffee and the little kisses right out there on Main Street. Hee. Married!

Poor Unfortunate Soul - “Don’t you know, Emma? It’s you!” Crying! Because, MARRIED!

The Price - coming down those steps at Camelot - Her first wedding gown!

Broken Kingdom - the ultra romantic kiss amidst in the Middlemist field - Her second wedding gown! She’s getting her white picket fence married life!

Last Rites - he is returned to her and she is so overjoyed all she can do is kiss him all over his face -  He is SO hers. She’s gonna marry him!

AAAHHHHH!

Perfect - Jughead Jones

Anonymous said:

I absolutely love your writing!! I was wondering (if you’re still taking requests) if you could write a Jughead imagine where they’re best friends who both like each other based on “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran? The song’s been playing over and over again in my head and it reminds me of jughead tbh. Thanks in advance! <3

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead

(FEM!Reader) This is totally based off of ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran, so have a listen while you read this! I kind of sped up their relationship because I already had an idea in my head for this one. (Song credit : Ed Sheeran)

I also hope this makes up for no Riverdale today… *sad face*


Riverdale High School hallways were buzzing with excitement during homecoming week. Even your ragtag group of friends had an extra bounce to their steps. Everyone had plans for the dance and the weekend after. Betty, Veronica, and Kevin would be attending the dance together, since they’re single. Archie would be taking Valerie to the formal, meeting up with the trio there.

“So what about you two?” Everyone turned to look at you and Jughead who, next to Archie and Valerie, were the only other couple at the lunch table. You glanced at Jughead who simply rolled his eyes. You had a feeling he wouldn’t be into the dance. Neither were you to be fair, but you both had been so busy, you thought that it could’ve served as a relaxing date.

“We’ll probably be at Pop’s,” you said, and Jughead smiled at you. His strong dislike for school dances was something you had to work around sometimes, but that smile was always worth it. Veronica let out a groan and Betty laughed.

“You guys have been so busy with the murder case! Do you find any time for each other?” You felt a smile creep onto your lips as Jughead chuckled. You didn’t spend all your time together solving mysteries. Contrary to Veronica’s beliefs, you and Jughead were an affectionate couple. You just didn’t show it during school hours. The two of you were just kids when you fell in love, so your relationship was stronger than ever.

“Of course we have time for each other,” Jughead said, eating a chip, “this relationship wouldn’t have worked otherwise.” You let out a small laugh at his words.

“Yeah, Jughead here is super needy,” you teased and everyone smiled, even Jughead. As the rest of lunch went on, you all made plans to hang out on Saturday.

“See ya Saturday,” Jughead said as the two of you started to your next class.

“Have fun at the dance tonight,” You added as you walked away. You had four minutes in between each bell, giving you enough time to question Jughead. You linked your pinky finger with his and he smiled at you. “You okay,” he asked, knowing that when you got nervous you liked to be touching him in some way.

“Maybe we should go to the dance.” You said, hoping that he would get the hint. He kept walking, pinkies still intertwined. You walked in silence to the door of your next classroom and Jughead pulled you closer to him. A blush rose to your cheeks at the action, knowing that others were looking at the two of you.

“Do you want to go?” He asked, his green eyes meeting your gaze softly. You curled your pinky tighter around his and shrugged. His free hand went to the side of your face, stroking his thumb across your cheek. “What if I can guarantee you’ll have the time of your life tonight if you meet me at the Drive-In at seven o’clock?”

You raised you eyebrow at him, “guarantee?” He nodded in response and you smiled. “Well then it seems I have no choice, Jones.” He grinned and pressed a small kiss to the tip of your nose. You blushed at the people looking at the two of you.

“I’ll see you at seven,” he said pulling away from you, “wear something nice.” You smiled as he walked away. You watched as he walked down the hall and when he was out of sight you walked into your classroom, wondering what he had in store for you.

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anonymous asked:

Are you still accepting prompts <3 If so please can you do one where Kim says “Oh, come on. You know you love me,” to Trini, to which she responds with “I’d sell you to Satan for one corn chip.”, of course she is joking because she secretly is a softie for her tol gf :) (PS: i love your blog <3)

Hi! I am so sorry that this took so long for me to answer to. School has really been trying to take me down lately. Hopefully this isn’t too bad! P.S. Thank you! I <3 U.

“Trini,” Kim says once more, barely concealed exasperation in her tone. “We have to finish studying. The bio test is tomorrow. Can you please focus?”

Trini looks up to meet Kim’s dark eyes, from where she had been staring absent-mindedly at the mini galaxy swirling within the center of the morphing grid. 

She looks up and she sees that the girl’s gaze is set on her pointedly, in mild annoyance–probably has been for a minute or so–and though she does feel guilty for how often she’s been spacing out during this study session, her exhaustion wins out in the battle as to what she’s going to express. 

So, she sighs and falls back with a dramatic groan, throwing her right forearm over her eyes and her left over her stomach. 

“Nooo,” she drawls out then. “I’m so tired. We’ve been studying for hours, Kim. If we don’t have it at this point, then we aren’t going to have it at all.”

And Trini’s eyes might be covered, but she can just picture the small frown that pulls down Kim’s lips next, an adorable pout that always makes the shorter girl weak in her knees and even weaker in resolve. 

“That’s not true. You just give up too easily,” Kim says.

“Or maybe you don’t know when to give up,” Trini replies in turn. “Seriously, Kim. You know that I love you, but you also know how you get when it comes to these things.” 

Kim scoffs.

“Well, sorry for just trying to get us to pass biology so that we won’t have to add summer school to our schedules this year. Sue me if that’s so wrong.”

Trini removes her arm from over her face now, so that she can instead look at the other girl, who is sitting a few feet away from her, with her legs crossed and her short hair tucked behind her ears, a pencil resting just against the back of one as well. 

Her brown eyes are settled onto Trini still, and her eyebrows are furrowed deeply over them, a crease in between them that is just a bit too serious for the yellow ranger’s liking; Kim always stresses herself too much over these tests.

Trini rolls over onto her stomach, and she props herself up with her elbows, her hands clasped before her as a slow smirk makes its way onto her lips. She raises her eyebrows, and a playful look glints within her eyes. 

“You know, I’d much rather just screw y–.”

“Don’t be vulgar!” Kim interrupts, an abrupt laugh bubbling from her now smiling lips as she tosses a crumpled piece of paper at Trini’s head. 

Trini starts to chuckle too, but when the ball hits her face, she gasps dramatically before throwing her body backwards, her hand coming up to cover her nose as her shoulders hit the metal of the floor. 

“Ow!” she exclaims. “I’ve been hit! Oh God, I’ve been struck down right in the middle of my prime!”

She rolls lightly from side to side, her face covered now by both of her hands, and she manages to keep her act up for about thirty more seconds before Kim’s laughter breaks her façade.

A smile spreads across her lips as the air just above her shifts with the addition of a new presence, but she quickly forces it to morph into an exaggerated frown as Kim’s hands grab gently at her wrists, to pull her hands away from her face. 

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” Kim tells her lightly when she’s met with the sight of Trini’s pout. “I barely even tossed it at you, you baby.”

Trini’s pout deepens, her bottom lip jutting out even further and her eyebrows creasing even more so. 

“That hurt,” she insists. “I should report you to the authorities.”

“And tell them what exactly?” Kim asks with a soft giggle. “That you’re a big baby that can’t take a paper ball to the face? Because that’s the truth, and if you say anything else they’ll just put you in jail; They don’t like liars.”

“I’m not sure that’s how the whole justice system works, Kim,” Trini says. “Do you even pay attention in Government class?”

Kim hums thoughtfully with a tilt of her head before answering with an honest, “No.”

Trini laughs, shaking her head and pursing her lips as she does so. 

“See, and then you wonder why you’re stressed about the tests we take. I only got transferred into Government earlier this semester and even I know more than you. That’s sad, babe.”

“Hey!” Kim exclaims. “It is not my fault that the only classes I can’t pay attention in are the ones you’re in. I do just fine in the other five classes I take. So, technically, it’s all your fault that I get so stressed. You’re the catalyst for the chain of events that leads to me not knowing anything about the subject.”

“Well, looky there. You used the word catalyst correctly! There’s one correct question on the Bio test right there!” 

Trini laughs as Kim scowls at her, but her laugh quickly morphs into a low whine as the other girl smacks at her upper arm. 

“Ow!” she says again, her hand coming up to rub at her bicep. “What is with you and hurting me?! This is not how relationships are supposed to go, you know!”

Kim just shrugs. 

“Stop saying stupid things, and then I won’t hit you. It’s as simple as that.” 

Trini frowns.

“I don’t say stupid things!” she protests. “I think you just enjoy hitting me! Which I definitely do not enjoy, and which I do not want to take any longer!”

With the conclusion of her sentence, she turns over to push herself up onto her knees, and then her feet. She makes it about two steps before strong arms are wrapping around her waist, their hold firm and familiar. 

“Oh, come on. Stop being so dramatic,” Kim says as she pulls Trini’s body back to be flush against hers. “You know you love me.”

Trini definitely does not melt into Kim’s touch at all as she fights the smile trying to tug at the corners of her lips–Nope, not a single bit. 

“Honestly?” she asks monotonously, to prove that fact. “I’d sell you to Satan for one corn chip.” Kim gasps. “And not even like a Tostito’s corn chip. I’d do it for a Walgreen’s brand one.”

The grip on her waist loosens, and it gives her the opportunity to turn around within them. 

She’s met with Kim’s pout, this time, and her heart practically swells within her chest, full and ready to overflow with endearment, at the sight.

“That was surprisingly more painful than one would expect,” Kim says seriously, a thoughtful furrow to her eyebrows. “Have you been working on that one for a while or something? Because, ouch.”

Trini chuckles lowly as she begins to, slowly, wrap her own arms around Kim’s waist.

“Actually, yes,” she replies. “I was going to use that one on Zack, the next time he tried to convince me that he was my favorite person, but, hey, the opportunity presented itself.”

She shrugs and tries to keep in the giggle that pushes at her lips as Kim’s puppy dog eyes widen.

“So now you’re implying that I’m not your favorite person?” the pink ranger asks, completely affronted. “Well, then what am I even doing here?”

She goes to pull away, but Trini isn’t having it.

“Okay, okay. Don’t leave. I’m sorry. I was just kidding,” the yellow ranger says, tightening her grip around the other girl. “You know you’re my favorite, baby. I was just kidding.”

Kim continues to look down at her with an unconvinced expression, her lips downturned and pursed. 

“Oh, come on! I was just kiddinggg,” Trini insists after a few moments. “You know you’re my favorite. My one and only. The one true love of my life. The best thing to ever happen to me. My girl–.”

Kim finally laughs then, her smile breaking through the resistance she had been trying to continue, and her dark eyes shining as she leans down to rest her forehead against Trini’s own. 

“Okay,” she interjects gently. “I believe you.” She presses a soft kiss to Trini’s nose. “You’re my favorite too. My one and only. The one true love of my life. The best thing to ever happen to me.”

Warmth swells within Trini’s chest at that, and it spreads through her entire body, from the bottom of her feet to the tips of her fingers, just as it always does. She smiles, loving and calm. 

“Well, good. Because that would’ve been embarrassing if not.”

Kim hums lightly as she leans in.

“True,” she says, her lips hovering just above Trini’s own.

A few seconds pass, and then the yellow ranger is closing the distance between them, connecting their lips slowly and softly, comfortable and familiar.

They kiss for some moments, and then when they pull back, they press their foreheads together again. 

“I love you,” Kim admits, quiet and true.

Trini smiles. 

“I love you too.” 

Kim raises an eyebrow.

“So, does that mean you’ll keep studying with me, then?”

Trini throws her head back with a groan. 

“I guess it does.”

The smile that Kim flashes her before pulling her back to their books makes the prospect of learning about the different types of reactions not as hard to bear.

Man, Trini has it so bad.

Drawing the King’s Card (Requested)

Originally posted by lullabyun

OTP(s): Yixing x Reader 

Genre: Smut, fluff

Word Count: 5,036

Sypnosis: Yixing recieved something he didn’t expect, but so did you.

Request: (from Anonymous) Yixing comes home after a long day of work so you give him a pretty intense massage in the living room, but once he joins you in the bedroom he finds you wearing a unicorn outfit (or lingerie and some kind of unicorn horn thing idk??) And that results to loads of smutty sex with a dom Lay?


A delicious breeze rolled through the house, rumpling the clothes of the sleeping figure flattened on the sofa. Her (y/h/c) tresses flowed silkily along the curves of her chest and she tightly grasped a large, soft pillow for comfort. Its scent carried the contents she deeply adored — the strong, robust whiffs of cologne, the sweet droppings of fruit, the soft waft of tea. The more the smell swelled in her face, the longer she slept.

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Just One Song? [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/N: If you saw my post a while back, you know what this is. I hope you all enjoy this! @memento-scribet here you go, you said you needed some fluff. <3

Warning: MAJOR FLUFF

Song: Ed Sheeran ‘Perfect’

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If their is one thing you cherish, it’s walking in on Jason singing. He never sings around others, always saying it ‘wasn’t good.’ However, he has the most amazing voice. Very few know of this hidden talent, the only others who know this are Alfred and Bruce.

Whenever you come through the door or wake up and hear him, you immediately freeze as to not let him know of your presence. Loving when you can catch him with his back turned and can just watch and listen.

Every time he realizes you were listening he gets embarrassed even though it was beautiful. Whenever you ask him why he doesn’t sing more often it’s always the simple answer of “I just don’t sing around people.” However you think he’s insecure about it. He shouldn’t be though because he has an amazing voice and you don’t hesitate to tell him that.

But you don’t pester, knowing it will only make him agitated. You’re content with just catching him in the act. Your relationship progresses with or without his singing. And soon enough he’s down on one knee while you’re cheering “Yes!” and pulling him to his feet to plant your lips on his.

That’s right you’re engaged to the vigilante. And wedding planning isn’t quite up his alley. So you take care of most things with a friend of yours and Alfred of course, while he’s out taking care of the city. Though it seems like he’s doing some sort of planning himself. He’s been absent during the day and always humming some sort of tune.

You take notice of his fingers being even more calloused than usual and his voice is sometimes scratchy or quieter than normal like he’s losing it. Though, over time his voice returns to normal and his fingers seem to have grown used to the new callouses. Leaving you to think it was just some sort of new training.

After his voice grew normal again and his fingers adjusted he began to pester you to help, saying he’d take care of the band. You were a bit reluctant, thinking it should be a joint decision, but he was so determined about it you gave him the task. Alfred promise to keep an eye on him, but you trusted Jason to make the best choice.

You were so caught up in the planning and dress shopping and cake tasting it was a blur. Before you knew it you were at the rehearsal dinner. Happy to see everyone there, your family & friends, Jay’s family, even some of the league members. Oliver and Dinah were there with Roy, Barry and Iris with Wally, Of course Kori. Plus a few others through Bruce.

You weren’t expecting such a large guest list but Bruce insisted on taking care of any expenses. It was a great rehearsal, but when it was over it was soon time for your friends to swoop you away saying “Can’t see the bride before the wedding”

You laughed at the look on his face, but broke free from your friends. Gave him a quick kiss before returning to them.


It was lonely that night, not being used to sleeping without Jason. Not that you couldn’t sleep either way. It was too exciting, that next afternoon you’d be marrying the love of your life, who could sleep knowing that?

The day was hectic. Primping and plucking through all hours of the day. A friend doing your hair, having denied when asked if you wanted a stylist. You didn’t want anything too out of your normal and your friend knew just what to do.

Then was getting into your dress and making sure everything was perfect. Soon you were left to be on your own for a bit. Your brides maids running to do any last minute checks. Though one brides maid stayed with you, Kori. She stood behind you as you were in awe at how you looked.

“You look gorgeous” She commented, making you turn and smiling at her. “I feel like a princess” lightly touching the fabric. She came and stood next to you, “You look like one”

“I can’t wait to see Jason’s face” she giggled causing you to do the same. “Yeah” breathing out a sigh, lightly swaying to allow dress to sway as well. “I am so happy for the both of you, it is about time something good happen to Jason. You are the best thing to happen to him” she said sentimentally.

“Kori I swear if you make me cry right now I’ll never forgive you” You laughed turning to her. She laughed too before hugging you and whispering, “go get your prince” before turning to leave you to yourself.

Looking back at the mirror you felt so many different feelings: giddiness, nervousness, fear, joy, love. You felt so much love. Remembering what seemed like every memory with Jason in it. Losing yourself in your thoughts before hearing a knock on the door.

“Come in” you called. Your mother came in and smiled widely at the sight of you. Tears threatening her eyes, “You look so beautiful sweetheart” making you grin wider. “I feel beautiful” looking back at the mirror. She hugged you before saying “Okay before I cry, it’s time dear” gesturing for you to come.

Taking a deep breath you followed, lining up behind your brides maids. Plus the flower girl and ring bearer, Lian looking adorable in her flower girl dress and your brother’s son wearing a tiny tux. 

It was just perfect.

But not as perfect as Jason’s reaction upon seeing you. The boy couldn’t breath, so many tears he almost made you cry. This was probably most people’s first time seeing his soft side. He couldn’t believe how gorgeous you looked, it was like an angel.

As the ceremony went on you both couldn’t help but continually look at the other. When it came to the vows, Jason did make you cry. His words were the most beautiful thing you’d ever heard. And he felt the same way about yours.

Finally you got to say your ‘I do’s and it didn’t take Jason more than a millisecond to kiss you when told. He dipped you and everything.


The reception was the next thing. It was beautiful, in the back of the Manor in the gardens. You and Jason had your first dance as Mr. & Mrs. Todd. You danced with your father, and Bruce, and all of Jason’s brothers. Including yours and many of your other family members.

You listened to the stories your best friend/maid of honor had of you and the many hilarious stories Roy had as Jason’s best man. It was amazing and you couldn’t think of anything to make it better. But it somehow managed too.

Talking to one of your aunts you were soon interrupted by a microphone back firing. “Whoops sorry about that” You heard Jason’s voice say before a laugh. “I uh, I have a surprise for someone tonight. [F/n] you always ask me to sing for you and I never do it ever because I’m a bit nervous about it. But tonight’s special and we both overcame many fears today, so what’s one more? This is for you babe, I love you” he said before putting a microphone in his ear and beginning to strum on a guitar, a song you know all to well. The first time you listened to it, it almost brought you to tears. ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran.

Hearing the guitar now explained the new callouses he obtained, and when he started singing it explained his sore voice from before. His usual voice was even more beautiful, obviously having taken lessons.

Making your way to the front upon hearing the first lyrics. 

“I found a love for me
Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead
Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet
Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me
‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Not knowing what it was
I will not give you up this time
But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own
And in your eyes you’re holding mine”

Stopping upon reaching the front of the crowd. Covering your face before uncovering your eyes. In a way that it covered your nose and mouth only.

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight”

He sang while coming off the stage, and pulling your hands away from your face to see your smile. The band taking over with the music as he continued. 

“Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know
She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home
I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets
To carry love, to carry children of our own
We are still kids, but we’re so in love
Fighting against all odds
I know we’ll be alright this time
Darling, just hold my hand
Be my girl, I’ll be your man
I see my future in your eyes”

Your heart melting at the third and fourth line. He cupped your face during those lines before taking your hands and pulling you to dance while he sung to you.

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful
I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight“

Waltzing around the empty dance floor in what felt like an empty world with only the two of you in it. A smile on both your faces as the band played during a instrumental portion of the song. Jason rested his forehead against yours and you closed your eyes. 

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
I have faith in what I see
Now I know I have met an angel in person
And she looks perfect, I don’t deserve this
You look perfect tonight“

He slowed you to a stop on the second to last line. Leaving you to stare into the others eyes as the song drew to a close. You cupped his face and kissed him as the violins ended the song. What seemed to feel like a romance movie moment.

Pulling away you grinned widely as his lips matched yours. Ignoring the applause from everyone and hearing multiple people, including his brothers, asking “Did you know he could sing?”

Though Alfred and Bruce just smiled contently at the scene, knowing full well what Jason was up to. Who do you think got him the singing, guitar, and waltz lessons?

It was a perfect end to the perfect night.


Bonus (After Honeymoon):

You walked out of the bathroom having ran in there after getting home from work. Jason just figured you really had to use the bathroom, having not seen the bag in your hands.

“Uhm, hey Jay?” You called, making him look at you from where he was seated on the couch. Reading a new novel he got on your vacation. “Yeah Mrs. Todd?” he grinned, you’d been home from your honeymoon for a few months and that still made you tingle.

“You remember the song you sang to me?”

One of his eyebrows raised and he smiled saying, “Yeeess?”

“Well their was a verse that read ‘To carry love, to carry children of our own.’ Remember?” You reminded and he nodded confused as to where you were going with this.

“Weeelll.” Taking the three sticks from behind your back. “The line got what it wanted” presenting the three positive pregnancy tests.

His eyes widened as he rushed over to see the items. “Oh my god” he whispered. “We’re going to be..?? I’m going to be..?” looking at you shock on his face

“A father! An awesome, amazing father!” you smiled widely. He showed a beaming smile before sweeping you into a hug and spinning you around. Then putting you down and pulling you into a deep loving kiss. “We’re going to be parents” he placed a hand on your stomach his eyes diverting there before returning to yours. 

You nodded as he just kissed you again.

You know what they say: First comes love. Then comes marriage. And well you know the rest.

MIRACULOUS THEORY

Okay listen. 

THOMAS.


I always thought it was a little weird when Chat did that. 


But now Thomas went and made it significant. 


One of my favorite ML comics by @ceejles​  was the one where Marinette thinks that Adrien looks a bit familiar and tries kissing him to identify him, like it would match the kiss she shared with Chat in the Dark Cupid episode.



It is confirmed that we are going to see a lot of MarixChat in the upcoming Season 2.

Which  is great. but here is the thing. 


What if that episode ends up being the reveal?


Adrien finding out first that Marinette is Ladybug because they smell like croissants? (or choco chip cookies either way bakery stuff) 


Then he constantly visits her as Chat Noir until he’s certain??? 

anonymous asked:

Are Jamie and claire going to get a car in the boston story? Car junkie here, kind of dying to know what kind??

Anon from Mod Bonnie’s personal blog: is jamie going to get his driver license soon?

Flood my Mornings: Liberty and License 

Notes from Mod Bonnie:

  • This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.
  • Previous installment: Some Sunday Morning (A crime close to home prompts a serious butting-of-heads between the Frasers)


September, 1950

“Oh, yes, I’m sure Cinderella is a darling film,” I said into the receiver, curling my finger absently around the cord, feeling the breeze tickling the backs of my knees, “but I’d really prefer not to have Bree go to the movies until she’s a bit older…. Glad you understand, thank you, Penelope, dear….and thank you for answering my call….No, no word yet, still waiting…. Hope to hear very shortly!….I’ll phone again as soon as we know…Yes, goodbye, dear.”

I hung up and and walked back to my shady bench from the pay phone, checking my wristwatch for what felt like the thousandth time that morning. Jamie and I had both taken off work for today’s mission, but at this rate—three bloody hours after we’ve arrived at the godforsaken DMV—I apparently needn’t have bothered.

“Come on, Jamie,” I murmured under my breath in the direction of the glass doors across the green, “give him what for.”

He’d failed the first time, two weeks ago. A travesty, too, for thanks to his quick memory and ease with academic learning, he’d gotten a perfect score on the written portion—a first for this district, the glowing proctor had said. His only mistake was to have the miserable poor luck to be assigned the most crotchety pedant known to mankind for the in-car examination. Jamie neglected to signal a left-hand turn once—ONCE—and the nasty gremlin had failed him on the spot. To make matters worse, the old grump had rambled on and on about it, tsking about ‘a man of Jamie’s age ought to know better,’ ‘Such carelessness!’ ‘A danger to himself and others!’ and perhaps most gallingly, ‘Dratted foreigners coming in and roaming about as they please, bringing in their Commie ideas!’ et cetera.     

“It’s alright, Sassenach, I’ll ken next time to be more fastidious wi’ the signals. It’s *no’ matter,* a nighean,” he’d said firmly, trying to calm down my ragings against the examiner, his relatives, and any animals unfortunate enough to be his pets. “I’ll almost certainly be assigned a different examiner next time, dinna fash.” 

But given the many hours he’d put into studying traffic laws and practicing on the road with Hank, the failure definitely rankled him, and I knew it. 

None daunted, we’d tried again today. Jamie had come out after his written exam and seemed confident in his performance, laughing easily with me as we shared a coffee and a Mallo Cup (his favorite modern treat to date), apparently ready to take on the world. Then, Lo and Be-bloody-hold, out had rung an oily, “James Fraser?”: the Gremlin, clipboard in hand, grinning with the macabre glee of an executioner. Jamie had swallowed his mouthful, kissed my cheek, and stridden forward to meet his foe with dark determination, Penelope’s keys clinking in his hand.

After the first hour of (im)patiently waiting, I’d gone outside to get away from the general stink of the Department of Motor Vehicles. My bookmark lay scarcely twenty pages into 1984, and I couldn’t have told a bloody thing about those twenty if my life depended on it. 

Another half-hour later, my nerves worn to shreds, I looked up at the opening double-doors for the millionth time to—at last!—see Jamie emerging, buttoning his suit jacket as he walked toward me. He saw me, I could tell, but he wasn’t meeting my eye, staying hidden under his hat, hands uncharacteristically shoved in his pockets.

Bollocks,” I hissed under my breath, rising from the bench under the tree, “Goddamn frigging bollocks….THAT EXECRABLE WRETCH!” I preemptively shouted as he walked up, head still bowed, reaching for my hand and kissing it soberly. 

Sassenach, hush, ye—”

“You wait right here, I’m going to give that little xenophobic vermin a piece of my–”

Sassenach,” Jamie said, voice steady and light, “will ye stop blethering and look down?”  

I spluttered for a moment, but did look down… to see a crisp Massachusetts driver’s license in my hand.

I swatted him with it. “So it’s YOU that’s the execrable wretch!” I scolded, laughing, in thoroughly relieved pique. Abandoning decorum, I jumped up and flung both arms around his neck, kissing his cheek exuberantly “Jamie, you DID pass—Congratulations, you utter ARSE!”

“Aye,” he laughed.“The sour wee mannie tried to dock me again for my four-way stop,” Jamie recounted, kissing my neck happily, “but I recited book-chapter-and-verse from the manual and proved that I did in fact have the right of way. He was fuming all the way back about how all Europeans are a threat to ‘Our Liberty’ but…he passed me.”

“Oh, well DONE, darling!” I cried, inspecting the license again as he set me back down.  I then stepped back to fix him with a gimlet eye. “SO…are you ready to have this out once and for all, then?”

He gave me the look right back, with interest. “Have you come to your senses since last night?”

My senses are right as rain; but I shan’t be swayed, if that’s what you mean.” 

“Shall we flip a coin for it, then?”

My coin,” I agreed, withdrawing one from my handbag and giving it to him, “you flip, I call….TAILS!” I cried as Jamie caught the coin and slapped it onto the back of his hand.

“Tis the moment of truth, Claire: give up now and walk away wi’ honor?”

“Never! Tails, you brute.”

Jamie unveiled the coin dramatically….then groaned.

“Ha-HAAA!” I crowed, “the ‘49, light-blue, four-door sedan it is!!! So there!”

“But the station wagon is so much more practicalSassenach!” he insisted for the dozenth time.

“We’ve made do without a car entirely to this point—I think we’ll manage. And before you ask, yes I’m dead-set on the blue. We’ve got quite enough red in our family as it is, thank you very much.”

He gave a dramatic sigh, but the corner of his mouth was twitching. “Fine, fair’s fair. But—” he held out his elbow to me in a courtly fashion, “—only if the lady will share a milkshake wi’ me before we give Mr. Ford our custom.”

I took the arm with equal grace. “That sounds perfectly reasonable. As long as it’s a chocolate milkshake, no malt.”

He snorted. “Is there any other kind?”

“Good chap!”


[next chapter]

Richonne(A dark skin reflection)

If you follow me, or have seen my posts, you know I am super Richonne affiliated. Why? I just love them. Not only do I love the characters, but the actors who portray the ship, Andrew Lincoln and Danai Gurira, do so perfectly.

But why do I just love them? It’s more than the trope of, “I am a dark skinned woman, thus I love this pairing because of that.” I love this pairing because of it’s bravery. Even in this modern world, others still can’t get over the fact that the most popular love interest for a white male lead CAN BE a dark skinned woman. It is not a crime. We need some loving too. Diversity, Inclusion, Representation: I’m all here for it.

Now this actress, Danai Gurira, is intelligent. Highly intelligent. How she handles criticism of this role, and let’s face it, the extreme hate she receives because of it, astounds me(I have never even seen a single retort back to the hate). She is nothing but a class act. I respect her because she understands how important it is to see a WOMAN who is beautiful, strong, complex, but knows she does not fit the standard acceptance of beauty.(She is super beautiful though. I would kill for her body, uggggggh).This makes her highly targeted, and often the only one singled out. Often times, when people down this ship, I’ll look at their profile and see countless photos of Norman Reedus, Andrew Lincoln, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, and Tom Payne, but never much Michonne (Oh okay, Michonne is your favorite character, but I ain’t seen her ass in any picture or gifset I done flicked by on your dash. But I digress).

We are talking about the most watched show in television history. This coupling is seen over the entire world. What blows my mind even more is that the lead star, you know Andrew Lincoln, has actively campaigned for the pairing to be realized on the television screen. Now, this man has not seen one episode of his own show, but is aware of the magnitude that the Rick and Michonne pairing would have on the world.

He has constantly said that this relationship would be inevitable, and now that it has come to fruition, I start seeing mini Merle’s come out the wood works. (What I’m seeing when I read hot button words like “cringe,” “uncomfortable,” “I just don’t understand,” “no chemistry,” “Rick’s not good enough for Michonne,” makes me upset.) Y'all really want to say, “That’ll be the day I see a nigga kissing Rick.”(At least Rick let Merle know what day it was). Ain’t no white meat or dark meat homeslice, lol.

So, what gets me is that I constantly hear “Michonne is great we love her. She is a bad ass. She is my favorite character. But, and l want you to listen to this big ass but, I don’t like her with Rick, our white male hero. She can take care of his kids and kill for him, put her life on the line for him, but not love him. That’s too much. That’s crossing the line.” I’ll proceed to ask why and get responses like. “I don’t like two strong characters together.”(Oh, so you like strong ass Daryl and strong ass Caryl together? Or a strong Maggie/strong Glenn? Or, strong Daryl with a strong Jesus?). OK, gotcha. Or, “I never saw this coming.” (I never saw Trump becoming president, shit happens). Roll with it.

I’ve recently read, “I can’t wait for her to die.”(Thanks for waiting, she won’t). Or, “why are you always attacking us for an opinion”(why you all up in the Richonne tag lurking and getting angry cause we getting spoiler after spoiler and just dancing and drinking our wine, eating our popcorn and preparing our caskets for 7b).

Guess what, I’m not fond of a lot of things. I don’t like watching water polo( I don’t actively care if others know that fact or not). That’s like me going on every social media account and screaming to everyone “I like all water sports, swimming, diving, you name it, but I don’t know, water polo makes me uncomfortable. I want to barf when I see water polo. That’ll be the day I see water polo being played.” (See, that sounds silly as hell). This is how y'all sound with your dehydrated selves.

Richonners, y'all are lovely people. I’ve never liked a fandom so much. Nothing but positivity comes from us. I even support many other ships ( Caryl, desus, gleggie, tara/ denise, aaron/eric. I even low key ship carol/Morgan, carol/Ezekiel). So just stop it haters. Stop lying to yourselves.

That dark skin has some mighty power, if it gets your panties in a bunch like that. Here’s some Gatorade for that salt y'all be losing in the tag.

Originally posted by gatorade

anonymous asked:

Can you do a cute Bughead fluff where they're married and have a toddler and have a cute family day and the toddler says "Mommy" and "Daddy" a lot! Sorry this prompt is so confusing😂

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“Cody! That’s such a good boy! Momma is so proud of you!” Betty bounced her one year old son on her knees, kissing his cheeks and smearing the banana all over her own face.

Jughead walked downstairs, leaning against the doorframe and smiling at his little family.

“What are we proud of today?” He asked, surprising Betty and causing her to whip towards him, lifting up Cody and holding him out to Jughead

“He ate a whole banana! The whole thing! He was a hungry little bug today!” She looked down lovingly at the baby in her arms. He pressed a pudgy hand to her cheek and beamed

“Momma” he giggled. Betty nuzzled his hand and nipped at it, causing him to break into laughter.

Sometimes Jughead thought his life was too good to be true, he had the most patient, kind, beautiful wife in the world and his son was his pride and joy. He was such a good boy, he hardly ever cried and Cody loved his family, his mother was the light of his life and he looked at his father like he hung the moon, no one except Betty had ever looked at him like that and It was one of his proudest accomplishments. The dark haired, twenty five year old had published three New York Times best sellers and was on Peoples “top 20 men to look out for” list, Betty owned her very own Veterinary clinic in Riverdale and was one of the most prominent features in the tiny town, she put together bake sales for the elementary school, was head of the Riverdale Big Brother Association, and she was the co-chaperone of The Blue and Gold, next to Jughead of course.

“Momma! momma!” He looked over to see Cody sitting on the floor clapping his hands in his play pen while Betty arranged his toys and ruffled his mop of dark hair.

“Momma has to wash off all this banana, as yummy as it is, I’ve got a hot date with a golden retriever this afternoon and the only messy kisses I want today are from my two favorite guys.” She winked at her husband as she headed for the kitchen.

At the mention of Golden Retriever, a mess of white fur flew past Jughead and nudged at Betty’s legs

“Hi hotdog, good morning. Now you wanna be friends? Last night you only wanted to cuddle with daddy, I see how it is! You only want me for my banana!” She scratched behind his ears.

“Daddy!” Jughead tore his eyes away from his perfect wife and looked to his son

“Hi bubba.” He picked up Cody and smiled as his son dropped his head to his neck, “tired?” He asked as Cody nodded , before pulling his head away “daddy.” He said seriously. Jughead had to bite his lip to keep from cracking up. Cody only knew the words “yes, momma, daddy and Hadag(hotdog)” but that didn’t stop the one year old from having some pretty serious conversations with his parents.

“Yes of course, that makes perfect sense.” He nodded. satisfied, Cody nudged gently as Jughead placed him back in his pen, turning to walk away he heard the tiny little voice, exasperated, “daddy!”

Jughead turned around and smiled adoringly
“Of course how could I forget.” He bent down and placed a kiss to Codys forehead. The little boy grinned up at him before hollering
“HADAG!”

The big pile of fluff came forward and licked the babies face causing him to squeal in excitement. Jughead smiled and rubbed the dogs nose “good boy.” He whispered before heading into the kitchen, walking Over to Betty and wrapping his arms around her waist
“Good morning Juliet.”

She turned slightly in his arms and smiled up at him
“Good morning handsome.”

He placed a kiss to her neck and smiled when he felt her visibly shiver, even after four years of marriage they were still as in love as they were when they were sixteen.
“I thought you had today off?” He whispered as she turned in his arms, wrapping her hands around his neck “I did, but Moose And Diltons golden Retriever apparently has a cold and they called the clinic last night, I swear Juggie, it was like the stress of this dogs cold was enough to drive them to divorce, I’d like to prevent that.” She cringed at the memory of Dilton screaming and Moose practically in tears.

“Thank goodness they don’t have a baby.” He snorted, pushing a strand of blonde hair from her eyes.

“Hey, I wouldn’t say anything mister, remember when Cody got his first bloody nose? You made your dad spend the night because you were afraid neither of us would be able to drive Cody to the hospital.” She raised a brow as he blushed.

“It was horrifying and we were both in hysterics.” He shrugged.

“And I love you for it.” She pressed a kiss to her husbands lips and his hands tightened around her waist. “What do you say we drop Cody off at my mothers tonight? Polly said jay jay has been dying to see his little cousin again and I’ve been dying to try a new recipe, what do you think?” She dropped her lips below his ear and he groaned audibly
“Sounds like a very very good plan.“he whispered, picking her up and dropping her on top of the counter, his lips attacking hers as her hands tugged at his hair.

"Momma, Daddy!” The tiny voice broke them out of their bubble and Betty hopped down.

“To be continued” she giggled, winking as Jughead smiled dopily, leaning against the counter and sending a quick Thankyou to whatever being up above had let him have this life.

Play Date/Ethan Dolan Smut

Originally posted by pix3lh3arts

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

Request:  Yay, I love her so much too and I totally agree! ^3^ Okay, here’s the deal: I was thinking of having plots that revolve around the songs Gingerbread Man and Play Date for the twins… The only challenge that I’ve encountered is figuring out which one should correspond to who, heh. What do you think? I’ve been leaning towards pairing Gray with GM and Ethan with PD personally. ~ 🎀

Gingerbread Man/Grayson Dolan

“Hello?” I say answering the phone from an unknown number, “Come over, I wanna play.” The familiar voice said and without another word the line went dead. I let out a sigh, I stood up and I quickly got dressed. I checked the time and it’s was well past midnight, I climbed out of my window onto the roof before jumping down. It’s pitch black out, the lamp posts being my only resource of light. I knew nobody was home, he wouldn’t call me otherwise. I’m walking to his house nobody’s home, just me and him alone. I lay three soft knocks on the door, the wooden door immediately swung open. It revealed the familiar boy tall, dark, and definitely handsome.

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Perfect (Newt x Reader)

Originally posted by ameliawilliams

Request:  Hiya! So.. lately i’ve been obsessed with your writing and Ed Sheeran, so I was wondering if you could write something like a songfic from the song Perfect by Ed Sheeran with Newt and the reader (even better if it takes place in Hogwarts but it doesn’t have to) also it’s ok if you dont want to or my request doesn’t make any sense, I hope you have a nice day anyway! xx - Anon

This is based off the song “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran


I found a love for me
Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

You had first met Newt Scamander in your fifth year at Hogwarts.  He was your partner in Care of Magical Creatures.  He was a most handsome sight, but a shy one at that.  You loved nothing more than to talk to him.

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet
Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

Newt Scamander first felt the feeling of true love in his third year at Hogwarts.  When he met Y/N L/N, his partner in Care of Magical Creatures.  He admired her strength, smarts, courage, bravery, everything about her.  Not to mention she was a real beauty.  Every guy in fifth year swooned over Y/N, leaving Newt down thinking he would never get to call you his own.  Little did he know, you loved him just the same.

‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Not knowing what it was

Your and Newt’s friends always teased you about how obvious it was you loved each other.  After months of begging and pleading, Newt’s friends finally got him to work up the courage to ask you out on a date.  Some of your friends were behind you when Newt asked you, and they started squealing of happiness.  When Newt asked you out it was clear he was very shy and nervous.  You had to help him finish his sentence.  You told him of course you would go out with him, and his adorable face melted into the happiest look you had ever seen the Hufflepuff show.  (Even happier than when you got to study Bowtruckles in Care of Magical Creatures).  

I will not give you up this time
But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own

And in your eyes you’re holding mine

On your date you saw Newt open up more than he ever had before.  He had so much more confidence now that you had actually said yes when he asked you out.  You loved this about him; how he could brighten up any room just by simply cracking a smile.  Towards the end of your date (which was a day in Hogsmeade during the spring)  Newt’s striking seafoam eyes stared into your E/C ones.  He lifted a hand to cup your cheek, and leaned in to connect your lips with his.  This was the bravest you had ever seen Newt.  Naturally, you kissed back as your lips moved in perfect sync.  It was a nice, slow, passionate kiss.  You both pulled away, but only for a second before you crashed your lips onto his.
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

A year later in sixth year, on a gorgeous autumn night, Newt took you out to the courtyard after dinner with him.  He led you to a spot in the forbidden forest that had been decorated with fairy lights.  It was a beautiful sight.  You asked Newt what this was, but before you could finish, Newt used his wand and set the needle on a record player that began playing lovely classical music.  Newt pulled you into his arms and set his hands on your waist.  Smiling because you knew what he was doing, you set your hands on his shoulders and began slowly swaying to the music. 

When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

This happened just after dinner, and you weren’t wearing any makeup and the two of you were in your school robes.  Once you two picked up the pace a little bit and began dancing more freely, you laughed and said: “I look a mess tonight, Newt!”  All he did was peck a kiss to your forehead and say:  “Darling.  You look perfect tonight.”

Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know
She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home

After your dancing date, you two were sitting side-by-side at the base of a large willow tree (not the Whomping Willow).  You had your head resting on Newt’s shoulder while he held your hand on his lap.

I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets
To carry love, to carry children of our own

Newt started telling you how one day he was going to marry you and you two would make the most beautiful children together.  You smiled and laugh, staring at the beautiful stars that dotted the sky like millions of raindrops.

We are still kids, but we’re so in love
Fighting against all odds

Newt felt different around you.  A good different.  Like he could pour out all his troubles and secrets and you would be there to listen to every word he had to say.  You felt the same way about Newt.  You both rarely hid anything from each other.  And if you did it was most likely because of a surprise for the other.  You and Newt had been through everything together, a couple nobody could ever break apart.

I know we’ll be alright this time
Darling, just hold my hand
Be my girl, I’ll be your man
I see my future in your eyes

Ever since you both began dating it was evident you were both happier people.  Nothing could bring you down, except a few fights here and there that often ended with hugs and flowers.  Newt loved you more than anything and everyday as he fell asleep he told himself:  “I’m going to marry her one day.”

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful
I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight

Ten years later, here you are.  Walking down the aisle with your arm linked in your father’s, a gorgeous and intricate white gown hung from your shoulders.  Your soon-to-be husband Newt stood at the end, a huge smile on his face.  As you finished the walk and stood next to Newt, he leaned over to your ear and very faintly whispered, “You look perfect tonight.”

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
I have faith in what I see
Now I know I have met an angel in person
And she looks perfect, I don’t deserve this
You look perfect tonight

Newt and Y/N.  Y/N and Newt.  The perfect pair.  You were his angel.  And to think, when you first met you were nothing more than teenagers working together to pass a class at a school for witchcraft and wizardry.  Now, a married couple living in London.  Everything was… well… perfect.


Please let me know what you thought of it and what I could do better next time!

Calming Confessions

Written for @falling-for-fandoms for donating to my Supernatural Seattle 2017 gift!

Pairing: Sam x Reader
Word Count: 4,359 (I got carried away, this won’t happen again)
Warnings:  angst, Dean’s an asshole, hurt!Reader, heartbreak, calm down sex, friends-to-lovers (kinda), swearing, fingering, rough sex, fluffy sex
Summary: Set in/around season 7 - Dean breaks the reader’s heart by going off with another woman. In retaliation, she finds comfort with Sam, who’s willing to do anything to make the reader happy.

The bartender set a short, round tumbler down on the bar and poured a stream of golden-brown liquid over two ice cubes. The frozen water tinkled against the side of the glass as Dean raised it to his lips, sending a flirty wink at the bartender as she walked away.

Immediately a pang of jealousy shot through your stomach. You liked Dean, romantically. The day before, the two of you had gotten drunk over a six-pack, and you’d (somewhat mistakenly) told him. To your surprise, he had assured you that he liked you back, and had even offered to seal the deal with a round of hot, steamy shower sex after Sam had left to get dinner.

This outing was supposed to be your first official date… and Dean was flirting with the tall, brunette bartender.

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Afternoon Delight

Requested

*Gabriel-centric

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You jumped slightly as your world went dark.

“Guess who, sweetcheeks.”

You chuckled slightly. “Gabriel, what are you doing?”

The hands were pulled away and your angel boyfriend stepped around in front of you. “Just visiting my favorite person.”

“Hm. And that’s me?”

“Who else?” Gabriel plopped down beside you. He leaned over, kissing you. “You know,” he whispered, his lips trailing down your neck. “Your brothers are gone on a supply run. They’ll be gone for at least an hour.”

“Gabriel,” you moaned. “Were you spying on us again?”

“Spying… watching… tomato, tomahto.”

“Gabriel,”

“Come on,” he said, pulling back. His eyes twinkled at you, that mischievous twinkle that made you fall in love with him in the first place. “I’ve missed you, sweetcheeks. Your brothers haven’t left you alone in weeks.”

You hated to admit it, but your batteries were running on low, too. And Gabriel certainly knew how to spoil you, in every sense of the word. You slipped your hand into his, pressing his fingers to your lips.

“Bedroom,” you purred against his fingers. “I don’t want my brothers coming home and finding–”

Before you could finish your statement, Gabriel snapped the fingers on his free hand. The two of you plopped down onto your bed, Gabriel’s body covering yours.

“Any other requests, darling?”

You gently pulled at Gabriel’s jacket. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

With a smirk and another snap, Gabriel was completely in the buff. “And now,” he said, his fingers finding the hem of your shirt. “You’re the one who’s overdressed.”

You let Gabriel do his work, pulling your clothing off. He could’ve magic-ed them away, but he liked the slow reveal. It was like opening the best Christmas gift ever, he said. As he slipped your panties down your legs, he pressed open-mouthed kisses to your thigh.

“Gabe,” you whimpered. “Don’t tease.”

“Tease? Am I teasing you?”

You whimpered again, lifting your hips.

“Easy, Cupcake,” Gabriel said with a smile. He settled himself between your hips, throwing your legs over his shoulders. He flattened his tongue against you, swiping up. He groaned at the taste. “God, you’re delicious. Sweetest thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.”

It didn’t take him long to get you writhing against the sheets. He devoured you like the chubby kid devoured the chocolate cake in Matilda. His lips and chin glistened with your orgasm (his favorite icing, he’d once told you) as he kissed his way up your stomach.

“I love you,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Love you, too, Cupcake,” Gabriel said. He gave you a deep kiss as he slipped into you, your vagina slick and open, ready for him. The two of you fit together like two perfect puzzle pieces. Gabriel filled you in every sense of the word; so much so that there was an issue of oozing when Gabriel pulled out of you.

He pulled you into his chest, the two of you relishing the quiet peace, the aftermath of mind-blowing passion.

“I’ve missed you,” Gabriel whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I’ve missed you, too.”

“I think we should tell your brothers about us. I want us to be able to be in the open.”

“Gabriel, you know they would hate it. They’d try to kill you.”

“And they’d fail.”

At that moment, you heard voices coming down the hall. “Shit!” You sprang from your bed, pulling on sweats (forgoing panties) and a jacket, zipping it up over your naked chest. “Gabriel, you have to leave.”

“If I promise to be quiet, can I stay?”

How could you deny that cute little face? “Fine. Let me go assess the situation. You have to be quiet, though, understand?”

“Aye, aye, captain.”

You stepped into the hall, shutting the door behind you. Your brothers were in Sam’s room, discussing some new case they may have found.

“Did you get everything?”

Your brothers turned. “Hey,” Sam said. “Yeah. And while we were out, we heard about a run of wolf attacks a few towns away. Sounds like werewolves.”

“We’re heading out tomorrow,” Dean said. He narrowed his eyes at you, giving you a once over. “Where’d you get that jacket?”

You looked down, realizing that you’d slipped on Gabriel’s jacket in your rush to get dressed. “Uh… second-hand store. I thought it was cute… vintage…”

“Second-hand store, my ass,” a voice said behind you, causing your heart to race.

“Gabriel?” Sam asked. “What are you doing here?”

“Why are you naked!?” Dean asked, shielding his eyes.

Gabriel stepped up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Well, mostly because this little minx took my clothes.”

“Why…” Sam started

“She didn’t take your pants!” Dean interrupted.

“True. But they’re constricting. I like to feel free.”

“Wait. Are you two sleeping together?” Sam asked.

“What?!” Dean said. “Gabriel, you son of a bitch!”

“Dean, calm down. It’s not that big of a deal,” you said.

“Go get dressed,” Dean said. “Both of you. And then we’re going to be having a long, hard discussion about this.”

Gabriel snickered. “Long and hard. Two of Y/N’s favorite–”

“Gabriel!”

Daryl x Reader - Making memories (30 Days series)

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30 days drabble challenge

–> DAY 1 <–

DAY 2: A selfie together

–> DAY 3 <–

So, I want to do this challenge with the pairing “DarylxReader”.

I’ll try to upload a story everyday, I hope you like it!

–> Requests are open by the way <–

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Pairing: Daryl x Reader

Warning: Fluff as fuck ♥

The rays and the birds’ chirping woke me up, immediately I feel very hot. 

Daryl is asleep beside me, his arms around me and his head buried in the crook of my neck.

 I can’t help but smile.

 Daryl isn’t one to show affection, it’s a side reserved to me.

 I start to wriggle from his grasp so I can make us some coffee. 

While I stand up from the bed I notice something on my bedside table. Yesterday, during the ran at the mall, Daryl found a polaroid camera. 

He took it because he remembered that before the apocalypse, photography was an hobby of mine.

 An idea come to my mind so I take the camera and I take a photo of him sleeping… he’s so cute and calm while he’s asleep.

Awaken by the camera’s flash he starts to moan: “ (Y/n) what are you doin’?” he asked me with his raspy voice. 

“I’m making memories” I smile. 

He take the pillow and bury his head under it. 

“Party pooper” I laugh and start heading downstairs. 

—————————————————————————————————-

 I spend all day taking photo of our family: Rick and his family, Carol baking cookies, Glenn and Maggie goofin’ around, Abraham with his cigar, but my favorite subject remain Daryl.

 I secretly took pictures of him… 

oh God, I sound like stalker.

The sun started to set, I was on our porch,  enjoying the fresh air and the beautiful sunset, when suddenly I feel someone’s arms on my waist:

 It was Daryl.

 We stay in silence, like this for a few minutes, until he speaks again:

 "I saw you taking pictures of me, you stalker". 

 Damn, I always forget that he has a good hearing. 

“Well, It’s not my fault if you are my favorite model”. 

In that moment I realize something: I haven’t took a picture with him. 

 While he was busy looking at the horizon, I take the camera, I bring it in front of us and take the picture.

 When he realize what I’ve done, the polaroid already came out.

 With a calm voice Daryl ask me: “ Haven’t you just take a selfie, have you?" 

I smile, looking at our pic: ” In dark times people need a remind of their happiness. You’re my happiness Daryl". 

He spin me around and kiss me softly, then he take the picture from me:

“You’re right I’m a very handsome model”.

 I hit him softly on his chest.

 I hope to make more memories with him, very happy memories. 

"I thought you loved me"

Prompt: #28 “I thought you loved me”

Ch: John Shelby


Part 2

Your eyes lazily laid upon John, who was out like a baby, no wonder why because of his drunken night before.

The pale skin peaked through the blanket, showing a column of his dark chest hair, his face turned opposite of you. He was truly beautiful.

“Mummy!” Your youngest shouted, creating a stir in John’s slumber. John looked at you both through his eye lashes, trying to adjust to sun shining through the glass.

You pick her up, kissing her cheek softly. “Aye my two favorite girls.” John cheekily smiles, holding his hands out for his little and only baby girl. You walked over, trying to hand her over, but both of you were swallowed by John’s long arms.

“Daddy stop!” She giggles uncontrollably, John tickling her stomach softly. “Never!” He argues, leaving a small kiss on her forehead. His gaze dropping on you, leaving tiny kisses against your lips, “Good Morning love.”

John now extended his body revealed the other side of his body. You gasped, at first thinking it was bruises, your fingers ran down the sore spots as your heart sank. His neck and chest was covered in love bites. And not from you.

John’s worried expression matched your own. His eyes following the gaze you so strongly hold. “Shit..”

“I -” You didn’t allow him to finish, just grabbed your girl, and walked out. “Mum why are you crying?”

You didn’t even realize, concentration too much on the heat built up inside your chest, making it hard to breath as your body begged for air. Finally you breath, letting a sob come out.

“Fuck, Fuck.” You heard John stomping down the stairs, revealing himself only in his briefs.

“Come kids get your shoes and jackets on.” John panicked at these words. His hand grabbing for you, you didn’t look at him even though you were face to face with him.

“I don’t know how they got there I promise!” John’s fingers slip underneath your chin, opening your eyes to him. “I blacked out.”

You shake your head, tears unknowingly escaping. “That’s an excuse to cheat on your wife now?”

John bit his lip roughly, “I don’t even know if it was like that!”

“I thought you loved me!” You scream, his eyes darting looking at your pained facial features. His chest began to bang, his heart slowly cracking, becuase of the possibility he did cheat, and was hurting you.

You turned away, making sure all the kids were dressed. “Stop.” John calls, his arms wrapping around you to pull you into a hug. You only push yourself away, “I love you please just talk to me.”

You shake your head throwing your jacket on. “I cant even look at you right now.”

John knew you needed time to think and cool down. “Leave ‘em.” John paused, “I’ll look after them”

You gave all five a kiss and a hug before leaving, not a glance or word to John.

Your little girl leaned against his leg, swirling the black leg hair in her pinky as John’s eyes filled with water, botched and red. “Daddy?”

“Yes, me Sweetheart?” She opens her arms, John obliges, picking and holding her close. “I love you Daddy.”

“I love you too.” By now tears slid down his-reddened cheeks, he fucked up. 

Part2??