when you look to the night skies

bangtan as things

[namjoon] nighttime after it’s rained and the ground is wet, the reflection of streetlights beneath your feet. cars pass and you’re alone, the feeling of turning pages, whether metaphorically or literally, libraries, dark coffee, literature, dried flowers, pencil shavings, stacked books, grey hoodies, using up your entire battery in one sitting.

[seokjin] the comfort of being with someone you love, friendly banter, love letters, ballads, fairy lights, ivory furniture, lattes, lullabies, neat studying notes, desks littered with figurines, lipstick kisses on napkins, incense.

[yoongi] the empty feeling that comes when you stay up too late or when you sleep too much, never being happy enough with your self-care, the sun that warms your chest in the dead of winter, poetry, forehead kisses, small meaningful tattoos, curtains that let in light and bring a sense of comfort and warmth to a room, snowflakes or raindrops clinging to eyelashes, the slow sound of windshield wipers, the melancholic hum of background music, ocean spray, winter breeze, flickering streetlights, the rush you feel from a first love, a first kiss.

[hoseok] group hugs, words of encouragement, doodles, a hand rubbing circles on your back, a shoulder to put your head on or the head that’s on your shoulder, an arm interlaced with yours, the giddy laughter between childhood friends, carnival games, kisses pressed to your forehead and to the palms of your hands.

[jimin] warm sheets, hot chocolate and marshmallows, falling asleep by the fireplace, listening to the ost of a movie over and over again, vivid skies, hair that sweeps across like waves in the ocean, running barefoot on the beach, waltzes, falling autumn leaves, someone holding your face in their hands, kisses intentionally missing your mouth and tracing the outline of your face, secretly holding hands.

[taehyung] the feeling of fingers running through your hair, hearing someone else’s heartbeat when you lay your head on their chest, rainbow hair ties, putting daisies in your hair, falling asleep in a meadow, plush toys, someone pushing brushing or kissing away your tears.

[jungkook] night skies that look like blankets of glitter, the allure of the stars making you want to reach out and touch them, warm showers, wind that’s possessive, ocean spray, spilled glitter, velvet, sleeping with your headphones in, the worn down keys on a computer keyboard, trading cards collections, biting your nails, resting your head against the car window, shy smiles, backhugs.

What’s Up for April 2017

Jupiter, the king of the planets, is visible all night long, and the Lyrids meteor shower peaks on April 22.

On April 7, Jupiter–the king of planets–reaches opposition, when it shines brightest and appears largest. 

Jupiter will be almost directly overhead at midnight.

This is also a great time to observe the planet’s Galilean moons–Io, Ganymeade, Europa and Callisto. They can be easily seen through binoculars.

With binoculars, you can even see the Great Red Spot as the storm transits the planet every ten hours.

Looking east on April 22, look to the skies for the Summer Triangle, consisting of Deneb, in Cygnus, the Swan; Altair in Aquila, the Eagle; and Vega, in Lyre(the Harp).

Get ready for the Lyrids, the year’s second major meteor shower, as it pierces the Summer Triangle in the early morning hours of April 22. Since the shower begins close to the new moon, expect excellent almost moonless viewing conditions.  

You can catch up on solar system and all of our missions at www.nasa.gov

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To whoever is lucky enough to be her next,
She’s jealous. Furiously, viciously, desperately jealous. It’ll annoy you, fuck, it’ll annoy you. But don’t get angry, learn to love it. It means she loves you, she cares. She cares so much. She’ll think every girl can see what she sees in you.

She’s scared of the dark sometimes, she has nightmares, bad ones. Hold her. Hold her so tight, stroke her hair, kiss her forehead, and don’t sleep without lingering your arm around her limbs, please don’t let her go.

She has a sense of humour you’ll never find in anybody else. She’s so funny, a dark and honest humour that will make you laugh until your stomach hurts. She’ll love to laugh, make her laugh. She throws her head back and her hair brushes off her shoulders and her eyes light up so bright it’s indescribable, you’ll know what I’m talking about.

She’s insecure, heartbreakingly so. She always has been and she probably always will be. She’ll put the duvet over her body and she’ll turn the other way if you look at her for too long, but she is beautiful. In every light, in every season, at every time of day and in every dimension of the universe, she’s beautiful. Remind her, every day. She’ll blush and shrug it off but she’ll smile when she thinks about it lying in bed that night, and that’s worth the stars in the skies.

Lastly, she doesn’t give second chances. She didn’t give me one. I didn’t deserve one but I’ll never stop wishing I got one. At every opportunity, kiss her in the street, buy her flowers (she loves orchids), dance with her at parties and don’t break her heart. Please don’t break her heart. Because that’ll end up breaking yours twice as bad. You’ll fall asleep to the sound of her closing the door behind her and you’ll never fucking forget it.

Love her, because she’ll love you. She doesn’t do anything in halves, she’ll love you whole heartedly and she’ll do it so very gracefully. Love every single one of her flaws, if you ever manage to find any, love her how she deserves and don’t make my mistake.

Yours truly, I lost her

—  blue-delusion 
Storm Magic
  • When the skies darken, you can sometimes feel the air inhale; you too take in a deep breath and share the energy trapped in your lungs
  • All is still, waiting, knowing not what the sky will leave in it’s wake
  • Thunder rumbles in the distance, greeting you as an old friend
  • There is a soft sound of rain, growing stronger, faster. Hitting the rooftops, pattering upon the leaves, its’ fall has a lyrical cadence
  • Wind whistles past, quick to greet you and quicker yet to dance away into unknowns
  • At night you look up, watching as the sky comes alight above you. Perhaps angry, or joyful, or proud: the clouds lack nothing of passion
  • Windows open, a breeze flows past with lingering touches of petrichor, roses, magic
  • Softness spreads. Birdsong rings out, gentle at first yet stonger each second, greeting the coming change of time
  • The air exhales
  • You have held your breath for so long. The magic passes with the storm, but it’s power lingers
  • Like rain unto earth, it soaked into your pores and flows through your bloodstream
  • Feel the clouds break. Let the sun warm your skin
  • Breathe in
Hiding in the Impala

Pairing: Sam x Reader 

Characters: Sam, Reader, Dean, Reader’s Ex

Warnings: the reader’s ex is an ass, fight scenes, angst, swearing

Word count: 2511

Summary: The Reader is running from her crazy ex and happens to jump into a certain Impala to hide.

Tag list: @jessabro101  @deascheck @cwstandsforcaswinchester @fralackles@danandphilforlife112 @rdy4thevoid @disneychic8 @deepbreathssammy@amanda-teaches @myplaceofthingsilove @evyiione @gallifreyansass @star-arm-and-shield @macymoosesuniverse @rosep16​ @arianacullen2008 @spectaculicious @spnfanficpond 

A/N: This isn’t my storyline! It’s an adaptation of @writingthingsisdifficult ‘s “Hiding no more” You all should go check out their page it’s awesome and has a ton of great fics! Ps. I’m going to write a part two soon! I have april break next week so expect a ton of new material:) 

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Sorry to be a bother but imagine Naruto singing I won't give up by Jason Mraz to Sasuke

When I look into your eyes
It’s like watching the night sky

Originally posted by tobiasjc

Or a beautiful sunrise
There’s so much they hold

Originally posted by mobpsycho100

And just like them old stars
I see that you’ve come so far
To be right where you are
How old is your soul?

Originally posted by cum-for-hoseok

Well I won’t give up on us, even if the skies get rough
I’m giving you all my love, I’m still looking up

Originally posted by cum-for-hoseok

And when you’re needing your space, to do some navigating
I’ll be here patiently waiting, to see what you find

Originally posted by sasukemabae

Cause even the stars they burn
Some even fall to the earth

Originally posted by roro-chan-4ever

We’ve got a lot to learn
God knows we’re worth it
No, I won’t give up

Originally posted by roro-chan-4ever

I don’t wanna be someone who walks away so easily
I’m here to stay and make the difference that I can make

Originally posted by hey-usuratonkachi

Our differences they do a lot to teach us how to use
The tools and gifts we got yeah, we got a lot at stake

Originally posted by nagisa-as

And in the end, you’re still my friend at least we did intend
For us to work we didn’t break, we didn’t burn

Originally posted by eternity-of-moon-and-sun

We had to learn how to bend without the world caving in
I had to learn what I’ve got, and what I’m not and who I am

Originally posted by red-beet-soup

Yes, I can imagine :’)

Something Different (Gaston x Reader)

Part 3 of “Another Look Around”

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

Word Count: 1,629

Warnings: None

Tags: @with-a-hint-of-pesto-aioli @lovelylpevensie

A/N: YA’LL ARE AMAZING OK. OUT OF THIS WORLD AMAZING. GIVE YOURSELF A MIC DROP CAUSE THAT’S HOW AWESOME YOU ARE OK


    The tavern was no less alive by the time the skies began to pale into early morning light than it had been when you arrived the previous night. You’d lost track of the time long ago, somewhere around the third dance. If Belle had been surprised to hear that you’d accepted Gaston’s invitation, then she probably would’ve fainted had she witnessed the pair of you together all night long.

    You had danced like the only people in the room, twirling around Gaston and allowing him to sweep you off your feet and spin you in circles. For hours straight the entire tavern was engulfed in song and dance, and you didn’t miss an instant of it. You laughed endlessly, sometimes so hard you had to clutch his arm to keep yourself from falling over. You were never out of each other’s sight, and Gaston even nearly punched a man giving you too much unwanted attention once. It took the efforts of both you and LeFou to convince him to leave the drunkard unharmed.

    You forgot entirely about the world outside the walls of the cozy pub, Belle’s disapproval, the new book waiting for you at home, everything except the current moment and the man with whom you were spending it with.

    It must’ve been approaching five a.m. by the time drowsiness finally started kicking in. You and Gaston were sitting around a table watching LeFou attempt to arm-wrestle with a man named Stanley, but keeping your eyes open was becoming a challenge. Your body began tipping slowly against Gaston’s, and soon you were nodding off on his shoulder. It wasn’t until he turned his head to speak to you that he noticed. Chuckling softly, he reached his hand over and brushed his fingers across your cheek.

    Your eyelids lifted slowly, and you looked up at his smiling face blearily. “I think it’s time somebody got home, don’t you?” Gaston murmured. You were actually quite comfortable where you were, but knowing that he was right, you hummed in agreement and reluctantly straightened yourself up. Gaston stood and retrieved his coat before returning to you and offering you a hand up. As you took it you turned to the two men wrestling arms and bid sleepily, “See you later LeFou.”

    LeFou glanced towards you momentarily and smiled before engaging his opponent once more. Gaston placed his hand on your back and steered you towards the door.

    “Thank you for everything, Louisa,” you called towards the bar as he opened it. The red-haired woman gave you a hearty smile and shouted back, “Goodbye, love! Be sure to come again soon!” You grinned and gave a final wave before slipping through the door and joining Gaston outside.

    The air was chilled and the ground was glossed with dew, the sky glowing a cloudless, pallid periwinkle. The petals of the flowers in the tiny gardens were still tightly pulled together, sleeping until daybreak. The moon was now a ghostly figure illuminating the treetops that gently swayed in the soft breeze.

    “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Gaston voiced, noticing the way you gazed around the empty courtyard. You smiled at him and nodded, taking his arm and beginning the walk towards home. “It’s so peaceful,” you said. “Like something out of a book or…”

    “A dream?” he finished. You looked up at him tiredly and answered, “Exactly.” He grinned at you and inhaled deeply, directing his eyes to the sky. “Hunters learn to appreciate the simplicity of the dawn. For many of us, it’s the only time we live in.”

    You stifled a yawn and replied, “It must be wonderful. Out in the woods alone with this kind of stillness and beauty.”

    “Yes, it is,” he answered. “Perhaps you’d like to accompany me sometime and see it for yourself.”

     You beamed. “I would, very much. Thank you.”

    Gaston’s smile was interrupted by a frown as he noticed you shiver, goosebumps spreading over your skin. “Wait,” he said quickly, halting and shrugging off his red jacket. “Take this.”

     “Oh, I’m fine. Besides, it’s not much farther to -”

    The heavy material fell around your shoulders, and Gaston placed his hand on your waist. “I insist,” he smirked. You could do nothing but smile back, relaxing into his embrace as your eyes fell heavy once more. You eventually gave in and leaned fully into him, shutting your eyes and allowing him to guide you with his arm around your shoulder. You didn’t even notice when your feet left the ground, slipping under sleep’s influence as Gaston carried you the rest of the way home, held tightly against his chest, an incurable smile on his lips that looked nothing like his usual dashing simper. A smile that was formed for once out of pure happiness…


    The light beaming behind your lids pulled you from a deep, warm sleep. Drawing in a long sigh, the combined scents of smoke, pine, and something else indistinguishable but familiar swirled around your senses, making a lazy smile appear on your lips. You recognized the intoxicating smell, but couldn’t seem to place it at the moment. You shifted to stretch your legs and felt a course fabric rub against your cheek, and that was when your eyes flew open.

    You sat bolt upright, your heart leaping as you realized the mix of pine and smoke was something that always lingered on one person. Gaston.

    For a panicked moment you looked around your room, bathed in bright sunlight, expecting to see him standing there somehow. Relief washed over you like cool water upon realizing that you were alone.

    Looking down, you found yourself still clothed in your dress and corset from the previous night with Gaston’s large coat wrapped around your figure, which was no doubt the source of the alluring woodsy essence.

    You shook your head and heaved a sigh, stretching your arms over your head as you tried to remember last night.

    You recalled leaving the tavern, walking home with Gaston and your conversation about going hunting, but after that it was a hazy blur. You vaguely seemed to remember being carried to the front door, but you couldn’t decide if you were simply imagining stumbling up the stairs and collapsing on your bed, or if Gaston had indeed carried you all the way.

    You clumsily hauled yourself off the bed, hearing the sounds of pots banging together in the kitchen. You ran your fingers hastily through your tangled hair and started towards the kitchen. Judging by the intensity of the light coming through your windows, it was well past your usual rising time. You trotted quickly down the stairs, arriving in the kitchen at a startled halt.

    Belle and your mother were chatting contentedly while preparing the midday meal, your best friend placing the dishware around the table while your mother cut and quartered potatoes.

    “Belle!” you exclaimed with a smile. Belle wheeled around, gave a pleasant grin and surged forward to embrace you tightly. When she pulled back she explained, “I was on my way to Pere Robert’s and decided to stop in.” Then she leaned in and whispered, “I want to hear all about last night.” Then, noticing your attire for the first time, she raised an eyebrow and said accusingly, “Where did you get that?”

    You gave her a flat look, knowing that she knew perfectly well where you got it. Nevertheless, you indulged, responding, “It was chilly when Gaston walked me home. He gave it to me to keep me warm.

    “Well, wasn’t that kind of him,” your mother commented, throwing a handful of chopped potatoes into a large pot of water. “Yes it was,” you muttered, glaring at Belle’s smugly suggestive countenance.

    Desperate to change the subject, you wandered over to your mother and asked, “Where’s Papa?”

    She glanced at you and responded, “He and Maurice left this morning to speak to Monsieur Barthelemy about repairing that rusty old fence around the rear vegetable patch.”

    You frowned. Monsieur Barthelemy, the cranky old village blacksmith was known for his outrageously unfair prices. Even if your father and Maurice could talk him down, the cost of repairing the deteriorating fence would be a hard blow.

    You concerns were forgotten when you spotted a familiar face through the window over the kitchen sink. Your lips parted, and you touched your mother’s shoulder as you said, “I’ll be right back, mama.”

        She nodded, then you quickly clambered out of the crimson jacket and skipped out the door, down the steps and made your way to where Gaston and LeFou were standing with two other men, both of whom you recognized from the tavern. You stopped a few feet away, then called out, “Gaston, catch!”

    Gaston turned swiftly, albeit with confusion evident in his expression, just in time to see you toss the coat towards him. He took a step forward, expertly snagging it out of the air, then gave a deep laugh. You grinned and crossed the rest of the way to him.

    “Thank you,” you said genuinely. Gaston shifted his weight onto one leg and returned, “It was my pleasure, (Y/N).” His smile was blinding white, and there seemed to be a different kind of aura around him that impossibly increased his attractiveness. You weren’t the only one that noticed either. You paid no mind to the three sisters that you and Belle had so fondly dubbed “The Bimbettes”, who were scowling at you from across the square.

    “So…” you continued, shuffling your bare feet on the warm cobblestone. “When are you taking me hunting?”

    Gaston’s eyes glinted, and he couldn’t help a triumphant grin. “Simply name the time, mademoiselle.”

    You raised an eyebrow, considering your next words. Then you held out your hand and replied, “Care to discuss it inside?”

His Girl - Part 4: The last part ✘ Sebastian Smythe Imagine ✘

✘ A/N: OKAY, I CAN’T BELIEVE! OKAY, I BELIEVE BC I WROTE, BUT AAAAAAAAA IT’S ~CRIES THE LAST PART, GUYS! I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT AND THANK YOU ALL FOR READING MY FIRST IMAGINE (SOMEONE X READER) SERIES.

SONG: YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE

A SEB FOR ALL OF YOU!

Thanks @lyss-91 for beta all the His Girl’s parts ♡ 

✘ Summary: Sebastian sees his ex girlfriend (the person he’s still in love with, by the way) dating a New Directions’s guy, Sam Evans. Of course, Sebastian is going to get his girl back, after all, she’s his girl. She always was and always will be. And he’s hers. Which doesn’t mean they’ll be back at the first look.

Originally posted by superskyblue


(Y/N):

I admit, we have to talk about what’s going on.

You sent that message to Sebastian an hour ago, asking him to meet you in the garden at your house and sending your address to him shortly there after.

Sebastian:

On my way. With some condoms, of course.

You just rolled your eyes when you saw that message for the first time, but now it was the tenth time you re-read it, and you were nervous.

A black car parked in front of your house, and soon a tall, pale figure emerged from it. Sebastian quickly found you sitting on the grass.

“Do I really have to sit there? These Dalton trousers cost the price of all New Directions members’ clothes together.” Sebastian smirked, but you knew him too well to let his usual stance trick on you, he was nervous. “Except you, of course.”  You looked at the place on your side and he sighed, sitting there. Sebastian took your hand and played with your fingers. You looked at him and Seb laid his forehead against yours. “You’re still my girl, no matter who you are with. You are mine.”

“I suddenly turned into an object and no one warned me?” You rolled your eyes, but didn’t move away from him.

“You know I did not mean it like that.” It was his turn to roll his eyes. “And you love when I call you mine. ” He smirked.

“Shut up.” You laughed lightly, you weren’t going to admit it now, no matter how much he knew. You sighed and looked into his emerald eyes, that had to be sorted out. “I love you, Seb. And I’m sorry for what I did in Paris. It wasn’t right, I should have told you before. ”

“I’m sorry for getting so angry and not saying goodbye to you.” He said, and you knew how rare Sebastian was to apologize. 

For now, he would not tell you that he had rushed to the airport at the last minute with a little box containing a ring in his hand, that story could be told when he was proposing, this time in the right way.

You rubbed the tip of your nose against his, in an eskimo kiss, both of you smiling. You rested your head on his shoulder as Sebastian hugged you to his side and whispered a song in your ear. One of your favorites, you couldn’t believe he remembered.

The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping

I dreamed I held you in my arms

When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken

So I bowed my head and I cried

Sebastian kissed the side of your head gently.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are grey

You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you

Please, don’t take my sunshine away

You looked at him, and he was already looking at you. His feelings exposed in that song and his fucking expressive green eyes.

I’ve always loved you and made you happy

And nothing else could come between

But now you’ve left me to love another

You have shattered all my dreams

Sebastian held your hand, bringing his lips close to yours.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are grey

You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you

Please, don’t take my sunshine away

His lips finally (re) found yours, the kiss beginning gentle, unhurried. You put your arms around his neck, you had missed it so much, no kiss on earth compared to any kiss between you and Sebastian. He deepened the kiss, him feeling the taste of your lips, which he had yearned for. You broke the kiss for lack of air, but kept the Warbler close to you.

“Even though you’re still my girl even when you’re with another guy, I want you to be mine only. ”

“Actually, I broke up with him today.” Sebastian opened his mouth to speak, a smug smile on his face. “And before you make any comments about his mouth or something,” Sebastian snorted. “He noticed something was weird between you and me, and I told him everything. I noticed that if I really cared about him, I had to be honest. And I had to be brave to fight for you and me, too. I told the Glee club, they were a bit surprised to find out you had a girlfriend, but…” You shrugged. “Some comments later and it’s not as if you were their favorite person in the world, but they accept it, us. And Sam is still my friend, so all is okay. Honestly, I’m surprised it ended up like that.’’ You confessed. You had held it in, you, Seb and the break up with Sam, for some time not to hurt Sam and, to be honest, not to hurt yourself.

It’s amazing and scary how a single moment or a series of small moments can change your opinion of something in a pretty fast time.

’‘But that’s not the end.” Sebastian smirked.

“What’s the ending, then?” You smiled back. Sebastian crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows, like it was clear.

“You and I dating again and having really great sex, of course. ”

“You really do know how to be cute.” You said wryly.

“I know, how lucky you are to have a boyfriend like me.” He smirked and you pulled him into a kiss to shut him up. “Good answer.” The Warbler said as you parted, already kissing you again, but the voice of your mom interrupted.

“Sebastian?” Your mother smiled and you two stood up from the grass.

“Hey, Mrs. (Y/L/N).” Sebastian smiled at length. ‘’Mr (Y/L/N). “

’'Come on, Smythe. You’ve known us for a long time, you can use our names.” Your dad said. “Did you watch the Sunday’s Lacrosse match?”

“Of course, I still can’t believe the result. If they don’t recover in the next game, they have no chance of getting a good place.” Of course, you had forgotten how your dad and Sebastian were crazy about Lacrosse games.

“Right, boys. Before you start talking about Lacross and after basketball and who knows what else, I have to ask. Is my favorite son-in-law my son-in-law again?” You smiled, holding Sebastian’s hand and taking the lead to answer your mom’s question.

“Yes, he is.’

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based on a prompt @capseycartwright​ received from an anon, which was subsequently passed on to me by another anon:

Hello! Would you be interested in writing something angsty for Father’s Day? Maybe Aaron has Paddy over, and events being what they are, Paddy enjoys dropping several snide comments aimed at Robert over the evening, until he makes a remark about Jack or Robert not having anyone to celebrate with or something, and Rob has to leave. Aaron tells Paddy that’s too far, and Paddy doesn’t understand why THAT was the comment that pushed them over the edge, as several comments were much more hurtful. 

It’s the hottest day of the year so far. The air tastes like dust and feels like a winter coat. Sweat slicks Robert’s shirt to his back as he rocks back and forth on the swing, his hands curled so tightly around the mental chains that they’re carving out canyons in his palms. The sun has long since sunk below the horizon but its absence has done nothing to lift the humidity, the rain that the weatherman had promised never having arrived. Clouds hang heavy overhead, an unwelcome blanket trapping in the rising heat.

‘There you are.’

Robert turns at the sound of the familiar voice. Aaron stands at the edge of the playground, hands in the pockets of his jeans. The heat has been so unbearable that he actually chose to ditch the long-sleeves today, instead wearing a grey t-shirt that shows skin which he usually keeps hidden. He’s not ashamed of his scars; he just prefers to avoid the stares, because he doesn’t owe an explanation to prying eyes. He hasn’t really been anywhere today, and the only people that have seen him know him well enough to ignore them.

‘I’ve been wondering where you got to,’ Aaron says, making his way across the woodchip floor. Robert’s always wondered why they bothered with it. Surely it only makes the fall worse? Maybe it softens the impact but it leaves splinters that are far harder to deal with than a scraped knee.

‘I just needed some air,’ Robert says. The lie is so obvious it’s laughable even to him. Aaron sits down on the other swing, pressing his toes to the ground and kicking himself forward. His attempt to relive childhood play falls short, because his legs are too long and keep knocking against the floor. Any other day, Robert would joke about this being the only thing that he’s ever been too tall for, but he just doesn’t have the energy right now.

‘You said you were going to give Paddy a chance,’ he says when he comes to a halt.

‘I did.’

‘No, you ignored him all afternoon, made sarcastic comments and the stormed out when he asked you a simple question.’

Robert tilts his head back, looking up at the blank canvas where the stars should be. He wishes the night was clear, because this village is claustrophobic enough without the skies closing him in too. Its times like this that help him remember just why he stayed away from this place for so long. Despite the rolling hills and endless stretch of countryside, he feels trapped.

‘It wasn’t a simple question,’ he says. ‘“It’s father’s day, don’t you have somewhere else to be?” He bloody well knows I don’t.’

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That One Word (Arkham Knight x Reader)

,for the song thing: You’re my sunshine - Johnny Cash … OMG! I REALLY LIKE THIS SONG

Side notes - (S/H/N) is your superhero name

You stared at yourself in the mirror “Jason…Come back please..” You could not stress enough that your boyfriend was gone but all you wanted was him. Back in your arms. Your little sunshine

“It feels like it was just the other night.I layed sleeping and he was in my arms…”  You looked down as you saw your barbara roll into the room in the mirror you were gazing into.

“(Y/N) Bowing your head down and crying won’t do anything. Your a mess hun.” She came up behind you placing her hands onto your shoulders “You’re going to be alright. I’m here and so is everyone else. Dick is and the rest of the family. We miss jason more than you know..”

You acknowledged her as you put your hand on her hand leaning back “He will never know how much I loved him” You leaned over getting up running your hands through your hair “He made me happy when skies were gray ya know?”

Barbara began to nod her head  “Every mission we went on? Never stopped talking about you. You were beautiful in his eyes. You were his sunshine.”

You heard the word Sunshine and you whimpered tears forming in your eyes “It’s been almost 5 years since he died Today is such a hard night barbara don’t you understand..” You smiled at her as you hear a barge in the door

“Oracle! We need to get down to the batcave. Arkham Knight somebody’s name. They might find a lead.” You looked at bruce and babs “Let me help you bruce. Maybe I can convince this “Arkham Knight” to reveal himself?”

“That gas could kill you . You are not going.” You scoffed at him “Are you kidding?! Bruce you know what I can do. Let me come.” Bruce sighed pinching the bridge of his nose touching his cowl “Stay low. Let me know if you find anything. No unneeded risks to the city. No blowing up things.” You confirmed his statement

“Now let’s go. Oracle everything is setup for you in the cave. Suit up (Y/N)” Once everyone was out of the room you began to undress and put your leather jacket jason gave you a while back along with some other pieces. You attached a gun to the side of your hip and looked at yourself in the mirror putting your mask on the eyes lighting up “Don’t fuck this up. Your (S/H/N)”

You strolled down into the batcave as you clicked your earpiece on grappling out into the city right beside batman “Oracle found a trace at ace chemicals. We know where he is. She hacked into the intercoms and can figure out his location.” You nodded assuring him that you understood as you grappled your way towards ace chemicals bruce underneath you with the batmobile

You prefered the skies for they were beautiful and calming. It reminded you of jason. You grappled building to building until you got above ace chemicals but a name caught you off guard into your ear as you fell right into a window rolling onto the floor your grapple hook hanging off the side of the building “shit.” You rolled over groaning seeing about 6 or 8 milita

“Fuck.” You kicked one of them on the knee but someone grabbed your hands behind your back as you growled biting down on his arm hard “Asshole.” You dropped a smoke pellet running out the same way you came in “Shit shit sh-”

You squealed as you felt someone’s arm wrap around your waist hitting the guy with your gun on his head but the helmet just broke and he set you down in a area with militia surrounding him. You attempted to punch him but he caught your hand “Don’t do this. I don’t want to fight you.”

You looked up as he touched your leather jacket “You still wear this huh?” You could tell the boy was smiling under his broken mask. The blue and red lights flickered on the reflection in your eyes which he found stunning “Beautiful. Just like I remembered.” You smacked his hand away

“I hope the fuck you know. I called back up and yes I wear it. It’s part of my uniform now if you would kindly fuck off” You started to walk off but a militia commander stopped you but you heard this arkham knight speak up through his shattered helmet and a cracky voice “Leave it. She’s safe with me. You 6 go find batman. Notice me when he is here.”

You looked at them about to click your earpiece but his hand grabbed your wrist “Sunshine..” You looked up “Don’t call me that.” You barked back at him pushing him off. “(Y/N) Just list-” Your eyes went wide “How do you know my name?” You looked down as he clicked his helmet “Because I still fucking love you.”

Your hand dropped along with his “J-jaybird?” You heard everything in your earpiece go silent as you fell into his arms hugging him tight your legs around his waist and all you could hear was that one word that made your heart melt. “Sunshine…”

Hope you enjoyed it! I threw arkham knight jason im sorry if you want i will rewrite it but i hope you liked it sweetheart <3 

Please Don’t Go

Summary-  You’ve lived with Ethan, Mark, and Tyler for awhile now, but you have been having nightmares. Ones that woke you up at night. One night, you were having one of the worst nightmares of your life, and your blue-haired beauty came to rescue you.

Word Count- 1787

Pairing- Ethan x Reader

Warnings- a little fluffiness and maaaaybe some angst ;)

A/n- I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. Ethan is too beautiful for this world. I’m going to stop mentioning this, but Daisy helps me TREMENDOUSLY whenever I write, so just know that she does help me with a lot of the work on my stories

Tags- @lapseasteelis @mycuddlycorner @acklesdowneyandhiddles-ohmy @not-moose-one-shots@dannnyphantomm

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EXO Oneshot: Seeing the girl he likes sitting on a swing with her wings spread (Sehun)

This was requested by @too-phoenix-to-function. thank you for requesting! So I made this mixing it a little with their superpowers thing, hope you like it! Ara~

/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/ Please do not use my work/


Walking his way home wasn’t a thing he normally did, specially if it was snowing outside. But that night he just felt the need of feeling some cool air against his skin, that night something inexplicable made him go outside and walk through that park where he found you. At the beginning he couldn’t believe his eyes, he thought it was the effect of the snow falling around you but as he got closer, he realized that something was irradiating from you (light) and that the white thing on your back wasn’t the snow accumulating, but something that looked like wings.

He couldn’t sleep that night, he spend the whole time wondering what he had seen. He asked so many times what were you without getting an answer. “Who are you?” He felt he had seem something he wasn’t supposed to see and yet he wanted to see you again, see those beautiful things on your back that looked like wings.

“I might be crazy, she might have been a hallucination. Why am I looking for someone who might not exist or someone who probably doesn’t want to be found?” He looked for you the following weeks without success, to the point he felt like going insane. But he never stopped looking, he knew, no matter how impossible it seemed, that that night wasn’t a coincidence. “It was real, as real as my existence”. 

But just then, when he thought he would never see you again, you appeared in front of him. He saw you again on a swing that seemed to be hanging from the skies. It seemed like you couldn’t see him, like you were in a different dimension. But he could see you, and that was more than enough. “Now I begin to understand why I was given this power. It was all because of love, it was all because your souls were meant to meet. I’ll reach you, so don’t go. I’m coming…” 

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

Sunshine

Pairing: Ethan x fem!reader

Warnings: Fluffy/ kinda sad ? 

Summary: Y/N watches Ethan singing for a video and they end up confessing their feelings for each other 

You had moved in with Mark, Tyler, and Ethan about a year ago. You were nervous about living in a house accompanied by three guys you barely knew, but Ethan was quick to make you at home. You two quickly formed a bond that neither of you had with anyone else in teamiplier. He had become your best friend. 

You had been watching TV with Tyler while Mark and Ethan were in their rooms recording videos. The movie that you two had picked to watch soon ended, and you looked over to see a sleeping Ty sprawled out across the couch. You smiled from your position on the armchair and decided to go hang out in your room while the boy slept. 

You are my sunshine 

You stopped outside Ethans bedroom door. 

My only sunshine 

You smiled to yourself and hesitantly placed your hand on the slightly ajar door.

You make me happy 

When skies are grey 

You pushed the door open slowly. 

You’ll never know, dear, 

How much I love you 

You watched as Ethan peacefully strummed his Uke. 

Please don’t take 

My sunshine away.. 

He looked up from his uke, looking at his computer screen and seeming to not notice you in the doorway. 

The other night, dear 

As I lay sleeping 

He smiled slightly. 

I dreamed I held you.. 

In my arms 

His smile faded. 

But when I awoke, dear, 

I was Mistaken 

He looked.. sad? 

So I hung my head 

And I cried.. 

He stopped strumming the ukulele, looking down at it for a few moments before looking back up at the computer screen. His eyes were sad and he looked like he was about to cry. You took a step forward, causing his head to snap towards you in return. 

“Y/N?” He asked, standing up and setting his Uke on his desk. 

“That was amazing, Ethan.” You said with a wide smile as you walked up to him.

 "Thanks.“ He slightly stuttered out, giving you a smile in return. 

"Are you okay?” You asked as you looked into his sad eyes. 

“Y-Yeah, it’s just- it’s nothing.” He said, avoiding eye contact. You stared at him, waiting for a proper answer. 

“That’s just a sad song.” He said, his voice cracking slightly. You smiled and wrapped your arms around him. He responded by hugging you tight and burying his face into your neck. You stayed like that for a few minutes, neither one of you wanting to let go, before he spoke up again. 

“I like you.” He blurted out, glad that he was still hugging you so he didn’t have to make eye contact. You froze for a moment, taking in what he had said. 

He likes you? He actually likes you?! 

“I like you too.” You said with a smile, pulling back from the hug to face him. 

“Y-you do?” He asked in shock. You smiled and nodded. The biggest smile began to form on his face. You quickly pressed your lips to his, taking him by surprise at first. He soon relaxed into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him. Your lips moved in sync as you placed your hands on the back of his neck, running your fingers through his hair and lightly grabbing it. You both pulled away, gasping for air and smiling like idiots. 

“Does this mean I get to call you my girlfriend now?" 

"Only if I get to call you my boyfriend.”

anonymous asked:

Fics for when you've had a horrible day and need a big warm hug from Harry and Louis in fic form?

Hugs from Larry (aka for when you’re down) Fic Rec

Everything I Need I Get From You (8k)

Historical AU. It’s two days before Christmas, and Harry has only two pounds and thirty pence to his name to purchase a gift for Louis.

After Me Comes the Flood (8k)

Louis is anxious about a lot of things, Harry works at a bookshop and wears skinny jeans even though it’s too hot, and they eat french fries in the park.

Show Me Life Like I’ve Never Seen (28k)

Louis never expected to leave the small art studio three blocks down from his job with anything besides the painting he caught a glimpse of and simply couldn’t forget

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Sing For Me

Betty and Jughead were cuddled on her couch in the basement. Ever since her dad had moved out the room had felt cold and empty. Betty didn’t like coming down here because it made her think of her dad which made her think of all of the crap going on in her family. But, Betty had promised Jughead they could watch an old movie since she had dragged him out of the double feature. Plus, Jughead hadn’t felt like going home yet and Betty didn’t mind an excuse to spend more time with him.

“What’s wrong?” Jughead’s arms tightened around her. Betty looked up from where her head was resting on his shoulder and found him looking down at her in concern. He had obviously picked up on her tenseness. Betty sighed and reached over to pause the movie.

“I’m sorry. I was just thinking about my dad. This was always his space.”

“Do you miss him?” Jughead asked

“I do. It seems crazy considering what he did to Polly. But he’s still my dad and the house feels so empty without him.” Betty admitted

“I know how that is.” Jughead said in a voice that indicated that he knew all too well what it was like to miss a parent. Betty reached up and stroked his cheek. There was a new closeness in their relationship after their conversation in Pop’s. They had both been vulnerable and open and they had both accepted each other for who they were. Betty thought back to Jughead kissing her hands and how intimate that simple gesture had been.

“You don’t really talk about your mom or Jellybean” Betty said gently. She was opening the door for him to share, but if he didn’t take it, she wasn’t going to push him. Betty had vowed never to push Jughead into doing something he didn’t want to do ever again.

“Yeah, that’s because it hurts too much” Jughead said simply and honestly, but he didn’t seem inclined to say more.

“Well, I’m here if you ever decide talking might help” Betty said with a small smile, brushing a stray curl out of his eyes.

“I know” Jughead caught her hand and kissed her palm, right over her cuts. Betty knew that was his way of telling her that she could always talk to him as well. Betty snuggled back up against him and resumed the movie.

They didn’t move when the movie ended, or when the credits stopped rolling. They sat in comfortable silence, enjoying the feeling of being in each other’s arms. Betty would’ve gladly stayed there all night. There was no place where she felt safer or at peace.

“Betty” Jughead broke the silence with a soft whisper

“Yeah?”

“I didn’t realize that you could sing like that.” Jughead said, his fingers rubbing her shoulder

“Oh, I’m not that good.” Betty thought about Josie, Veronica, Archie, Val, and Melody’s voices. She was nothing compared to them. “You called it haunting remember” Betty said, thinking about the odd comment he made after she sang for him.

“I meant that as a compliment.” Jughead said, pulling away and turning to look at her. “Your voice is beautiful, it gave me chills.”

“Really?” Betty had never been great at accepting compliments, but when they came from Jughead, she found herself believing them. There was something in the slightly intense way that he delivered them, like it was deeply important to him that she believed what he was saying.

“Yes, would you…” Jughead bit his lip and looked away from her

“Would I what?” Betty took his hand and squeezed it lightly. Jughead took a deep breath and looked back at her.

“Would you sing something for me?” Jughead asked almost sheepishly. Betty’s first instinct was to say no, she always felt incredibly self conscious singing. But she couldn’t say no to Jughead. Not when he was sitting there, looking at her hopefully with eyes that adored her and a smile that made her feel safe.

“What do you want me to sing?”

“Anything” Jughead relaxed at her acceptance of his request. Betty thought for a moment. Tons of her favorite pop songs flashed across her mind, but she ultimately settled on a song that Polly used to sing . Taking a deep breath, Betty began to sing.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You’ll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don’t take my sunshine away

The other night dear, as I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms
But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken
So I hung my head and I cried.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You’ll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don’t take my sunshine away

I’ll always love you and make you happy,
If you will only say the same.
But if you leave me and love another,
You’ll regret it all some day:

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You’ll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don’t take my sunshine away

You told me once, dear, you really loved me
And no one else could come between.
But now you’ve left me and love another;
You have shattered all of my dreams:

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You’ll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don’t take my sunshine away

In all my dreams, dear, you seem to leave me
When I awake my poor heart pains.
So when you come back and make me happy
I’ll forgive you dear, I’ll take all the blame.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You’ll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

“Wow” When Betty finished, she found Jughead staring at her with wide eyes. “Just wow. Again, beautiful and haunting and wow I didn’t realize that song was so dark.” Jughead said shaking his head.

“Polly loves it, but my mom hates it. She used to never let Polly sing it. But Polly used to sneak into my room and sing it to me to help me fall asleep.”

“I really didn’t know you could sing like that” Jughead echoed what he had said earlier. Betty shrugged and tried to come up with a reply, but when he cupped her face in his hands the any words she was about to speak died on her lips. Jughead pulled her close and pressed their lips together. He kissed her intensely and almost desperately, it was unlike any of their other kisses which had been soft and sweet. Betty found that she enjoyed the heat just as much and matched his intensity as she kissed him back.

“I think that might be my new favorite song” Jughead said breathlessly when they finally pulled apart. Betty laughed and threw her arms around his neck and pulling him close. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her onto his lap. “I would offer to sing for you, but I’m pretty sure that would be the end of us.” Jughead said with a laugh as Betty snuggled up against his chest.

“Oh you can’t be that bad.” She teased, suddenly incredibly curious

“That is bait and I’m not taking it” Jughead said stubbornly

“Please?” Betty said with a pout.

“Betty Cooper, you are incredibly cute and very persuasive and you know I have a hard time saying no to you, but even those puppy dog eyes can not make me sing for you.” Jughead pronounced loudly. Betty huffed and accepted defeat.

“Alright, no singing”

“Trust me darling, if I could sing, I would.”

“Okay, so singing isn’t one of your talents. But writing is, so maybe you can write me a story instead. Maybe the story of us?” Betty’s face lit up in excitement as she thought of the idea.

“Oh Bets, I’ve been writing the story of us since I met you in first grade.” Jughead responded. Betty looked at his face to see if he was joking. She was only slightly surprised to see that he wasn’t.

“Can I read it?”

“Maybe…” Jughead said slyly

“What’s it gonna cost me?”

“Nothing much, just a few more songs” Jughead said with a smile and kissed her forehead.

“That I can do” Betty smiled back at him. She could tell how much her singing impacted Jughead, and that alone was enough encouragement for her to sing for him.

“Betty! It’s getting late, time for Jughead to leave!” The always timely Alice Cooper shouted from the top of the stairs.

“We’re coming” Betty yelled back. Jughead gave her one last lingering kiss and whispered,

“To be continued”

Kiss Me (Dean x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!! So I decided to write a part 4 for the Bite Me series because I felt sad and I couldn’t just let that end off with such a sad ending and some of you requested for one more so here it is!! This would be the very last one, so yay thank you for reading this series😊 Enjoy!!

Bite Me//Miss Me//Remember Me//Kiss Me


You gasped as you pulled yourself out from the ground, trying to take in as much oxygen as you could, your entire body in pain. After minutes of struggling to get out from the dirt, you knelt on the ground with your hands supporting you, staring at the ground before pushing yourself back so that you were resting on your heels.

Looking up, you stared at the blue sky, a frown etched on your face. You’re alive?

Groaning, you pushed yourself up, staggering slightly as you straightened yourself. You reached up and held your head, shaking it as memories of that night came back to you. The phone call with Dean, the hellhounds.

You looked down at your clothes seeing that they were the same clothes that you were wearing that night, your clothes ripped with bloodstains all over. Crossing your arms over your chest, you tried to be more decent as you looked around, trying to find out where you were. You realized you were at some open field, looking down, you realized a makeshift cross stuck to the ground. Frowning, you realized that the brothers must’ve buried you here.

Noticing a sign, you found out that you weren’t that far from Bobby’s house. Slowly walking to the side of the road, you noticed a car driving towards you. Raising you hand, you hoped that the driver would stop, which luckily, she did. The driver took one look at you and immediately thought you were homeless, stranded or maybe even escaped some kind of animal attack, not that you could blame her, you were a mess.

She dropped you in front of Bobby’s house and tried to give you some life advice which you totally zoned out on. Smiling and thanking her, you shut the car door and watched her drive off before turning and heading up the porch. You took a deep breath in before ringing the doorbell, thinking for a second before knocking the door as well, feeling excitement bubble as you finally get to see them again.

The door opened soon after and you faced a surprised looking Sam, you felt a grin slipping on your face. “Sammy!”

You heard a gun cock, making you turn to the side to see Dean pointing a gun at you, Bobby standing beside him with a knife in his hand. You frowned, crossing your arms over your chest. “Seriously? This is how you treat me after I come back from the dead?”

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azrael - yuta scenario

Nakamoto Yuta - NCT

words - 4222

genre - angel!au, action

warnings - demons, violence, sehun + taemin cameos 

soundtrack - imagines dragons believer (x)

Originally posted by smellof-rain

Water slide over your clothes, soaking into the material and causes it to cling to you like a second skin. You cursed softly, leaping over miniature oceans that covered the streets, keeping one hand above your head to prevent it from being drenched too. Tragically your fingers didn’t provide enough protection and you could feel the droplets slinking their way down to your skull. Running down the road wasn’t a great idea either. Yet the shadows of the sidewalks seemed like abysses in the dark of the night and no cars would dare drive now anyways. Not with the downpour of rain erupting from the heavens; even your vision was blurred by the droplets falling. It was as if Niagara Falls had relocated itself to the sky.

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Could you please write a Roman Reigns drabble w/ the quote 20, "I have died everyday, waiting for you,"? If you could have Roman saying the quote, that'd be great but it's fine if not lol. Tysm! xo

#20: “I have died every day, waiting for you.” (Roman Reigns)

From this drabble list here

Originally posted by totaldivasepisodes

    Sometimes the world is colored in a rainbow of the dull crayons in a pack you’d never use. Then, it was an array of red, yellow and orange in the sunny skies, the white wisps of cool breezes, the greens and browns of the grass and dirt, even the blues and purples of peaceful nights. Because when you meet your other half things get much more colorful and the crayons in your pack are now of a much higher quality.        

     “Roman? Roman?” my voice called out, as my feet echoed against the staircase of our house. The lights were dimly lit and I wondered if he was even in the house still. I stopped in the middle of our hallway looking over to the spacious living room to find the Samoan lying in wait on the grey couch.

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