Sleepy_Star_Dust

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At first, if you're good friends with Shane, chances are you often have late-night talks with him by the lakeside, feet dipped in the water while you two vent about work or some mundane things about life. Those evenings with him under the stars began to catch up on him as he starts to notice how you happened to smile a lot when you reminisced on how cute the chickens, he helped deliver to your farm. When you held his rough calloused hands? Oh-- How dizzy he felt around you despite being sure he was sober.

Although Shane just tries to shove down the feelings blossoming for you, he finally reminds himself that someone as sweet as you shouldn't be weighed down by a man with plenty of baggage. In conclusion, while Shane is aware he's beginning to fall in love with you, he denies himself the privilege of pursuing something past friendship, because you're too good for him. He doesn't want to burden and he's sure of himself you'd be "disgusted that someone like him" wants to romance you-- Shane assumes you would immediately reject him anyways. 

But to his surprise, when it ends up being you who courts him, he thinks flies flew into his mouth already because honestly,,, he’s left speechless. Shane denied himself of wanting to be with you for so long that he can’t help but ask if you’re genuinely sure. Be adamant that you do, because Shane feels like he’s dreaming. Hold his rough hands, grin up at him sweetly, show him you feel safe around him and he’s yours.

Now those late nights under the night sky just turn to you seeing him looking at you lovingly, like you’re the stars themselves. Days turned to months of you frequently being around him, kissing and pawing at his arm to give you another kiss. Months to some years, with him saving up some cash to wait for a rainy evening at the beach to buy you a pendant and maybe for a ring on your finger– Little did he know, you already have the first part covered, stashed in your drawer. :)

AN END TO A SERIES (for now... sandy and yes, clint will be added when they get added to the game so i know their personalities better!!)

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thank you so much! 💖 and I would love to help - for my mini-moodboards I do a 3 photo grid in Canva with a transparent background. I do it that way to make it easier to share (it counts as a single image, so if you’re using it for your blog you don’t have to save multiple photos) / (and also so I don’t hit the photo limit!)

the header itself is 3000 x 1000 and the individual images are 975 x 1000. here pics of my template & how the photos look when I set them up in the canva app:

but honestly a much quicker/easier way is to save 3 square images and then place them next to each other in your - this is how that would look! there isn’t a particular photo size you need to stick to for that, I’d just make sure they’re all square so that the photos don’t crop funny.

Bad Hair Day

(or, 'literally the best day ever!!' ~ Luke and Kieran)

Sylus x gn!Reader, 650 words.

“Did it hurt, Sylus?”

“When I fell from heaven?”

“When you got struck by lightning.”

Sylus frowns. You snap a picture as he looks up from a data pad, mid-peruse of the news. He’s only mildly perturbed, mind you, not outright confused; the distinction has always been sacred. Confusion implies he’s in the dark, and—morning affairs in digital fine-print before him— Sylus is never, ever, in the dark about anything.

“Lightning, sweetie?” he fishes idly. “I’ll bite. You… felt a spark when you looked at me, hm? There’s electricity in the air?”

You rest your chin in your hand. “Why’re you so convinced I’m making a pass at you?”

“Every word from your mouth is a pass at me, kitten. I’ve learned to live with it.”

“He says, in a whorish silk robe.”

He tuts as he sips at his coffee. “It’s sophisticated.”

Is it sophisticated? “It’s halfway down your shoulder, Sylus.”

With a flicker of a sideways glance, he regards the wine-red silk bunched precariously at the top of his arm. Silk that slips another few centimetres when he shrugs. “Oops.”

Your lips are a thin line as you raise your own mug up to them, making Sylus chuckle. It’s a rich, self-indulgent sound— so hedonistic, so pleased with itself. Silently, you press a few quick buttons on your phone, then thrust it towards him:

The picture you’d taken.

Sylus’s chuckle cuts out like someone has gripped his throat and squeezed.

indestructible skin that took a lot of effort just to pierce him, mark began to grow worried as you developed a new habit. while he appreciates the affection, mark is a worried man everyday.

“ouch!” mark hissed as he watched you bite down on his wrist, a faint mark left behind. he shook his head before rubbing your leftover saliva on your cheek, watching as you tried to push his wet wrist away. mark smiled and rubbed his wrist against you despite your protests, causing a loud “ewww!” to come from your mouth as you both giggle. mark snickered as he leaned against your body, his arm continued rubbing against your cheek as the two of you cuddled each other.

“y’know, i don’t get the whole thing. is this like, a kink you have?” mark questioned as he sweated through his tank top. he used a magazine to fan himself, his legs spread as he tried to create more air flow. you smiled and walked over to him, laying down next to mark on the bed as you rolled over and bit his abs. he hissed once more. arching his back as to get away from you, while you began laughing at him—“babe it’s too hot to be this close, please i’m begging you.” mark whined, while you snickered at his pleading, completely unfazed by his whines. “so what you’re saying is, you hate me and don’t want me close by you?” mark groaned loudly, “you know damn well that’s not what i meant!” mark tried hard to seem upset by your comment, yet he couldn’t help but laugh along with you as you both continued to be sweaty and hot together in bed, things could be worse.

mark had one day a month where he could finally relax, no invincible, no hero’s running to his doorstep begging for help. just him, you and the tub of ice cream he bought in advance and hid from oliver. the two of you laid together lazily, your phone playing a mindless show while the two of you snuggled up together. the feeling of the others warmth made both of you relax, the tense feeling in marks muscles disappeared a few minutes into your hangout. you could sense he relaxed, yet you tried hard to resist the urge not to nibble on his triceps. marks eyes had shut close, he smiled as he took in the relaxing aura until he felt a disturbance. he opened his eyes only to look down and see you chomping down on his triceps, a cheeky smile on your face as you committed your crime. all mark could do was sigh as he closed his eyes once more, flexing his arm and pulling you into a choke hold, he made sure not to hold you too tight, but you didn’t seem to care regardless. “this sucks.” mark sighed as you giggled and continue nibbling and trying to leave marks along his arm.

…

“you can’t leave a mark on me babe, i’m invincible.”

growing up in a harsh environment can change how others react to certain things, but you still manage to bring a tint of pink on to marks cheeks along with his white and grey color scheme.

“hey precious could you go and grab the rest of the groceries? i’m gonna start putting the rest away.” your words came out so unbothered and fast that mark didn’t have time to think about what you’ve just called him. he walked outside and began flying back inside before your words registered in his mind, precious? what a foolish thing to call a viltrumite. he was one of the strongest and most ruthless viltrumite that has grazed this planets surface, yet he was reduced to precious? a name you’d give a pet? mark grayson wasn’t a pet, and he would make you aware that he does not enjoy these—“precious? you coming in soon or what? if not could you close the door please?”

your voice. so soothing yet so embarrassing for mark. he grumbled and tried his best to close the cars trunk, yet still managed to leave a dent. he’ll fix that before you’re able to tell the difference. the sound of you humming while plastic bags rummaged around caused mark to soften, his eyes trying to spot you as he made his way into the house. “oh thank you precious, set those down and i’ll finish cleaning up.” mark opened his mouth, trying confront and regain his voice after you left him breathless by simply being. you interrupted mark before any words even left, “what did you want for dinner?” your smile was the knockout for him, as you turned with a strawberry cart in your hands as you awaited his answer. marks eyes soften once more as he opened and closed his mouth, this was definitely not how a viltrumite acts, and mark knew better. he didn’t want you to know how badly you affected him either, yet he cleared his throat and furrowed his eyebrows to give himself his usual angry exterior—“protein alongside a tiny portion of carbs and vegetables.” you paused and nodded, “so T-bone steak, salad with the cherry tomatoes you like, and our side will be bread and butter? i’ll start soon.” if mark could die of a heart attack, he would be on the ground clutching his chest.

these words of endearment began to grow more annoyingly reoccurring. mark didn’t enjoy being your “baby” or “precious,” he wanted to be simply know as mark, your mate. yet you didn’t seem to understand the simplicity of his request, claiming you’ve forgotten. when he returns home after a long day, you’re quick to give him a giant huge along with “glad you’re back home lovely.” just stab mark in the heart with your affection why don’t you. the pet name quickly set into his head as he gently rubbed your head with his hand, attempting to return the affection as he looked around as if someone was going to help guild him. “evening, mate.” we’re the only words he’d be able to get out without sounding too emotional, like your nicknames had been taking an effect on him. mark would be damned if you found out, hence why he’s been holding himself back from allowing himself to feel these emotions.

mark appeared more smug then usual, his lips that would usually be curved into a thin line had the tiniest curl up. he had been smirking the whole morning, and you could barely even tell. there was a devious idea in marks head, he’d been planning this idea the entire night, the excitement didn’t show outside but on the inside, mark was ecstatic. he’d walked up to you, arms crossed as he looked down, “honey, i’m requesting you’d make me a bowl full of dairy alongside nutrients and vitamins.” there was a long pause as you nodded, completely unbothered. “yeah of course baby, i’ll be back in a few minutes. go sit down and wait for me, yeah?” mark watched as you walked away, making your trip back to the kitchen as he stood in complete silence. your lack of reaction had made mark feel as if his plan was foolish, how he’d taken the time out of his usual sleeping hours to plan out this silly plan. maybe mark was being a child, but he was upset.

you walked into the kitchen, grabbing cottages cheese along with blueberries and strawberries as you began cutting off the stems of the strawberries. a smirk rested on your lips as you felt marks stare from the living room. you’ve known about his supposed secret plan, he’s not a quiet whisperer as he made himself out to be, yet you’ve been driving mark up the the wall, all went according to your plan.

…

“computer, search up ways to woo your mate.”

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