Dick: Bruce, why are you mad at Uncle Clark?

Bruce: *Growls*

Dick: *Puts his hands on his hips and taps his foot*

Bruce:…Fine. Clarks body temperature is significantly higher than a humans. He is always hot. He keeps the League thermostat turned down to 63. Do you know how cold that is, Richard? I want to wear four jackets. I want to line my cape in fur. My hands and feet are numb constantly. Instead of listening to briefings I fantasize about having a super power that would allow me to climb inside of a burning fire place, and survive it.

Dick: *Pulls his phone out from his back pocket* Did ya get all that Uncle Clark?

Clark: *Barrels in through the door* WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?! I FEEL SO AWFUL! *Hugs Bruce*

Bruce: Don’t let go. I can almost feel my fingers again.

What about you? Why do you throw all of your love to one person? Why have you reserved not a single piece of your love for yourself? I wish I could take your heart from his hands, he is clumsy and doesn’t know how to hold it. I would give it back to you, I would tell you to plant your love within yourself. This is not to abstain from romance, but to finally receive the love you have so quickly and anxiously given.
—  lydiaskiss, I wish you romanticized yourself as much as you did him
Routine (Part 3)

(Camboy AU Parts 1 and 2)

Pairing: Kagehina (NSFW)
Show: Haikyuu!! 

“—it’s three o’clock,” Kageyama says, “on a Thursday. I don’t want beer, I don’t want juice. I want to know why you’re—” he gestures vaguely to Hinata’s whole, squirming torso, “—doing that. What, you got worms? Do you—did you catch something? Have you given me crabs because I swear to god—”

Hinata balks, waving his hands in the space between them to shut Kageyama up.

No, oh my god. I don’t—I don’t have worms, or crabs, or any other…parasites. I’ve just got this, and I’m super excited about it.”

This, as it turns out, is a rumpled piece of paper. Hinata holds it flat on his palm, flicking his eyes between it and Kageyama’s face. He hops a little on his toes, and pushes his hand right up under kageyama’s nose.

“It’s a list!” He goes on. “I thought about it all after our first time, but there was just so much stuff I didn’t wanna forget, so last night, I finally wrote it all down!”

Kageyama blinks down at the wad of paper.

“A…list,” he says slowly. Hinata nods, frantic. “A list of what?”

“Things we can try! Like, you know, sex stuff.”

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BTS Reaction to: Their GF Having Pierced Nipples

svt reaction; here

Jin: “oh my gosh” he gulps, as your bra falls to the floor and the moonlight glints off your nipple piercings

Originally posted by jinful

Suga: those kind of things don’t matter to him, since genius min yoongi knows that his tongue technology will make you scream, regardless of what kind of body piercings you have or don’t have

Originally posted by minsecretsoul

J-Hope: during a heated makeout session, that was about to become your first time together, his hands trailed up your shirt before he pulls away abruptly; “wait, what? what did I just touch - do you have robot nipples?”

Originally posted by spearjimint

Rap Monster: “that is so hot,” he groans, “you know, if the healing process is hurting you, I could always kiss them better?”

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Jimin: “why didn’t you tell me about this before? have you any other secret surprises I need to know about?”

Originally posted by ounew

V: “aaah so cute, look at them!” feels like it’s just one more thing that makes you unique, so he can’t help but be fascinated by them. “do they increase your pleasure?” he wonders, growing serious to focus on more important things ;)

Originally posted by jeonthegreat

Jungkook: the morning after your first time together, you shyly ask how he felt about your nipple piercings and he’s like “wait, nipple piercings?” The poor boy had been so in awe of boobs that he hadn’t noticed much else

*gif of his reaction when you took your shirt off*

Originally posted by sugasmagnificentlegs

anonymous asked:


things you said when you asked me to marry you

He’s been thinking about asking for a while. A very long while. 

And that’s the trouble, John realises, far too late. He’s been thinking about it for so long that he’s built it up into something Too Much, and yes it is a big thing (of course it is, otherwise his palms wouldn’t be sweating) but oh God, he didn’t want his heart to be racing at quite this pace when he-

Sherlock pauses in pouring his wine, his eyes catching John’s. He smiles, but there’s a little frown behind it. “You alright?”

Why did he have to do it in a restaurant, all this sitting and waiting, and never quite knowing when to say it and his tongue refusing to co-operate and… John clears his throat and nods. 

But Sherlock is still looking at him, wine bottle suspended in the air with one hand. “Are you sure? You look a bit…” He considers, then says: “Peaky.” 

“I’m fine,” John lies. His voice is all croaky.

Sherlock’s frown deepens. “You’re nervous, why are you nervous? It’s only Angelos.” He starts looking around the restaurant accusingly, as if there’s a hidden culprit for John’s mood. 

“God, I love you.” It comes out of him naturally, without fear, just a truth, plainly stated.

But John still can’t stop from drumming his fingers on the table. It’s a tell, but he can’t help it.

Sherlock sets down the wine bottle, and his eyes flicker over John, before widening. He inhales quickly, holds it, then breathes out deliberately slowly.

“Let’s… let’s go home,” Sherlock says. Each word is hesitant, carefully placed.

John feels his panic rise. “I-no-Sher- but we haven’t even-”

“Angelo will be fine with it. Look, a cab’s just stopped outside, perfect.” Sherlock stands with decisiveness. He looks at John pointedly. “If I’m right, then… then this is… and if I’m wrong, well-” His hand waves dismissively, but John can see right through him. “No matter.”

John has to repeatedly remind himself not to cling onto the box in his pocket during the whole taxi ride. 

When they’re home, Sherlock takes his hand and gently pulls him up the stairs. He stops in front of the window, and turns around, and squeezes John’s hand.

“John. I…” He coughs. “If I’m wrong, then as I said, it’s… forget it. But.”

There’s a painful pause, and John truly thinks his heart is going to burst out of him in anxiety. “But what, Sherlock?”

Sherlock takes a deep breath. “I don’t need… the whole. Well. Wine and…and sitting. And. I’ve never needed- I just want. You. Always. And. Oh, John.” There’s the beginnings of a shaky, nervous smile on his lips. “You just need to ask.

John’s fingers find the box. “That’s… isn’t that too easy?”

Sherlock makes a frustrated half laugh, half groan. “Christ, John, for once in our lives can’t something be simple? Please.”

And John lets Sherlock’s words guide him. He can feel the courage building, his nerves fading. “I love you, Sherlock Holmes.”

He takes a moment to breathe. Sherlock’s lips are pressed tight, almost white.

“Are you okay?” John asks.

Sherlock nods, not very convincingly. “Yes. Sorry I- I didn’t want to interrupt you.”

And it’s just hearing that shaky uncertainty in Sherlock’s voice that gives John that one last little push. Get the hell on with it, Watson.

He pulls out the box and opens it to reveal the ring. He speaks over Sherlock’s gasp: “Sherlock, I love you, I love you so much. You’re… you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and- and-”

Just ask.

“Sherlock. Will you marry me?”

An outburst of noise: a suppressed sob. “Yes!” 

John looks up, and it’s only then that he notices Sherlock’s had his hand over his mouth for the rest of the time he’s been talking. He’s laughing, and crying, and John rushes to him, can hardly put the ring on his finger because they’re both shaking so much.

“Yes,” Sherlock keeps on saying, “I will, I will, yes, John, it’s always been- it’s always you, yes, I will…”

And John kisses him, this wonder of a man who’s still crying, this brave soul who somehow knew exactly what John needed, all without daring himself to hope that he was right.

The whole time. He only needed to ask.

Doing johnlock (& now hoopkins too <3) prompts from this lovely list even though I’ve got loads of other prompts to fill lmao sorry but these are so lovely for more inspiration <3

Numbers filled (johnlock): 6; 31; 12; 11; 60; 8; 51; 34; 54; 60x2; 3; 14; 42

Numbers filled (hoopkins): 14; 25; 41

Why Ed got his ass whooped by Lan Fan in a hand to hand fight.

I got asked this and wanted to do a full post instead of just an answered ask.

Originally posted by kinomoto

He’s very agile due to his core muscles, short stature and Izumi’s training. However, in the show Winry, Pinako, and Dominic have made comments about the weight of automail slowing people down. While Ed did get an update lightening his arm, it made it easier to break. After he gets hospitalized for the fight at lab 5, he really starts to take his automail care seriously believing it was all his fault not knowing Winry forgot a screw. 

What’s my point?

Little Red Ridding Hood’s biggest weakness is that the fucker throws telephone punches. 

(Example of a telephone punch IRL:) 

Originally posted by forfightersnotlovers

If it’s not because the auto-mail is too heavy, it’s cause he’s trying not to break it.    

Originally posted by artemisjpg

This doesn’t really matter against guys that are twice Ed’s size.

But for a someone whose just as agile.  

Originally posted by kinomoto

Originally posted by twotheleft

Originally posted by nenecchi

But for someone whose got twice the experience.

Originally posted by izayadragon

Originally posted by gif-fmab

For someone whose both. 

Originally posted by roymaes


Sorry Ed. 

Alec seeing Magnus’ cat eyes for the first time

“No, don’t.” Alec said. He raised his hands and gently put it on Magnus’. “Don’t do that.” Carefully he led Magnus’ hands away from his eyes and, still holding them, lowered both of their arms together. “Why not?” Magnus asked, his voice trembling. Magnus held on to Alec’s hands, not daring to let go of them because he knew if he did he would hide his eyes again. But clearly Alec wanted to look at them. So he let him, but the warlock wanted to avoid Alec’s stare of potential fear so bad that he couldn’t bring himself to look anywhere else than the ground. “Because you don’t have to. Please just… just look at me.” Alec answered, putting all the gentleness and reassurance he had in this one sentence to make Magnus believe he meant it and there was nothing for him to be ashamed of. He watched Magnus and knew from the look on his face that this was the least thing the warlock wanted to do in that moment. Magnus fought with himself, he knew it, but he also needed to look at him in order for Alec to tell him all the things he wanted to tell him. Then, after a few seconds, Magnus took a deep breath and did the bravest thing he ever did in all the years he lived. He raised his head to look at Alec.

He did it. His hideous warlock mark was exposed in front of one of the few Shadowhunters he ever truly loved. All the wards he built around himself, his soul, his heart, his eyes, removed by a single look at the boy. Magnus was sure he never looked as vulnerable as he did now, standing in the middle of his living room, just looking at the boy he loved so much, his hands shaking while still holding on to Alec’s. He was also never as afraid of someone’s reaction as he was now in this very moment, because thousands of people reacted in the same, humiliating, mortifying way. And he wasn’t sure if he could take another one from someone so close to his heart he didn’t want to ever lose.

Alec’s eyes widened as he fully saw Magnus’ amazing yellow-green cat eyes for the first time. He still held Magnus’ hands and felt them shaking in his. “You’re… they’re… I… I don’t… I’m… ” Alec stammered as he kept on staring at them. His mind just blacked out at the sight of Magnus’ warlock mark that he now stood there and was out of words. He knew he needed to say something, he wanted to say something, he wanted to talk to Magnus so badly and tell him so many things at once, but now he just couldn’t think of anything to say. Even Alec’s jaw now began to drop a tiny bit.

Magnus knew it would be that way. He knew it. Why did he even hope for some other reaction from a Shadowhunter than the usual one. Alec wasn’t as different from the others as he thought in the end. If he would just start talking instead of just standing there and staring at him, obviously shocked. If he would just show his fear, his disgust like everyone else did. Magnus couldn’t take the silence any longer. He felt his eyes start to tear up, the last thing he needed right now. He hated to cry in front of people. He bit his lip and hoped it would help, but it didn’t. “Please, Alec. Say something.” Magnus nearly whispered and only barely managed to not let his voice break. “Say anything, but just please stop this silence.”

“I’m trying Magnus, I really am.” Alec answered. He took a second to clear his thoughts. “But… your eyes, they… they look so…” He stopped. He searched for the right word to say. Good, great, amazing, wonderful, stunning. None of these words seemed to fit to describe the beauty that was his boyfriend’s mark. Suddenly, a tear started to roll down Magnus’ cheek. “Ugly? Hideous? Unnatural?” Magnus ended Alec’s sentence, his voice shaky. He freed his hands out of Alec’s grip and let them hang loose at his sides. Blinking away tears he met Alec’s eyes, who was now looking at him even more shocked than before. “There’s nothing I haven’t heard yet, Alec. I believe I know what you’re thinking. So go on. Tell me how hideous I am. Tell me I’m a monster. Tell me you don’t want to have anything to do with a filthy demon spawn.” Magnus balled his hands into fists, desperately trying to prevent himself from crying even more. But nothing worked. “Do you think I haven’t seen that exact reaction hundreds of times before? Do you think I don’t know people are acting nice but are actually scared of me? I might act like I don’t care but do you know what? It hurts. It hurts somewhere deep inside me and it already hurt more times than I could count.” Tears were now streaming down his face, he didn’t look at Alec anymore, avoided eye contact because he felt so ashamed of himself once again, and this time it was even worse because it was his dear Alexander. As he spoke the next sentence, his voice finally started cracking. “I thought you were different. Different from all your Shadowhunter friends who think they’re oh so better than everyone else. Who don’t have a problem with calling me “Warlock” as if it were the filthiest curse word, who don’t even really look at me once they’ve seen my mark, who don’t consider for one second that I might as well have something like feelings. You’re all just the same.”

Alec went utterly silent, honestly shocked of what Magnus just said. He wanted to hold him, kiss him and tell him he wasn’t like that. He wanted to heal the broken part of Magnus’ soul, wanted him to forget all the words people insulted him with, all the heartbreaks. He wanted to tell him his eyes were the most beautiful thing he ever saw. That was the word he was searching for before. Beautiful. Alec reached out his hands to take Magnus’ again and tell him all of that, but just as he was about to move closer to him and start talking, Magnus flinched away from his touch. “That’s… that’s not true, Magnus. Believe me.” Alec began, his hand still stretched out a few inches in front of Magnus’.

“You know it’s true. And it’s horrible. Every single time it’s horrible.” Magnus answered in a chocked voice. “Ever since I was a kid and my mother killed herself after she saw them the first time, I hated showing them to anyone.” He pointed at his eyes. “Even my own mother thought I’m a monster. And there were many after her that thought and still think the same. Now even the boy I thought I could trust.” He hated it, but right in the moment he looked at Alec as he said the last sentence, everything came crushing down on him. All the insults, the hurt he always tried to conceal with witty remarks and so many more buried pain he had to bare because he was what he was and he had what he had.

“Don’t you dare say that, Magnus!” Alec couldn’t take it any longer and grabbed his boyfriend’s shoulders. “You’re wrong.” There followed a silence where just Magnus’ sniffling was audible. Alec reached up to Magnus’ face to carefully wipe a tear away that slowly made its way down his right cheek, where Alec let his hand rest. Magnus closed his eyes and lowered his head. “I don’t think your cat eyes are hideous Magnus. They’re part of who you are. And people who won’t accept that are stupid. Don’t you dare think I would be disgusted or afraid or anything of you. Don’t you dare ever think that!” “You… you really mean that?” Magnus asked after he processed what Alec just said, his eyes still closed. “Yes I do.” Magnus’ mouth formed itself into a little relieved smile, he again could feel tears coming up. But now they were happy tears. His boyfriend did actually accept who he was, he couldn’t believe it.

Magnus was so incredibly happy, he put his hand over Alec’s on his cheek and let himself draw closer to Alec. He felt Alec putting his other hand under his chin. “Open your eyes my dear.” he said and raised Magnus’ chin up so that he was looking at Alec when he opened his eyes a few moments later. “You actually mean that, Alexander?” Magnus asked quietly, only to convince himself even more. “Yes.” “You really do?” “Magnus I assure you, I swear by the Angel, I mean it.” Magnus was still red- and wet eyed, but he grinned. A vow to the Angel. From a Shadowhunter. That was something. But just to be really sure, he narrowed his eyes and asked again. “By what angel?”

“Dear god, Magnus.” Alec now grinned too. He put his other hand on Magnus’ left cheek, so that the warlock’s face was cupped and looked him deep in the eyes. “I swear, on the Angel Raziel, that I, Alexander Gideon Lightwood, accept you, Magnus Bane, High Warlock of Brooklyn, as you are. You have cat eyes and that’s okay. You don’t ever have to be ashamed, and you better don’t ever think that I hate them again, because I don’t. Is that good enough of an oath to you?” Magnus looked very serious during Alec’s vow, but began to smile again now and that was all Alec needed to know it was good enough.

“It was. It really was Alexander. And I swear I will never let myself believe again that you wouldn’t accept who I am.” He put his hands on Alec’s hip, and because Alec still cupped his face, he didn’t have any other choice but to look at Alec and smile at him. He felt Alec moving closer to him, but before he could bend down to kiss him, Magnus had to get another thing off his chest. A few weeks ago, he had told Alec that he unlocked something in Magnus but he wasn’t aware that the Shadowhunter boy he didn’t even know that long, managed to unlock parts of Magnus’ soul he didn’t show anyone but himself before. “Alexander… you should know though, that until this day, I try really hard to accept my mark. Some days I don’t have a problem with showing them, at least when I’m not around mundanes. But there are some days where I just hate them. Especially after someone once again showed me what he thinks of them. Be it through looks or through insults. On those days I hate them so incredibly much because all they ever did was bring me pain. That’s why I mostly glamour them, why I didn’t show them to you from the beginning. That’s why I didn’t want you to see them, because I was sure the minute you’d see them you would end all of this. As so many before you did. But you didn’t and I’m forever incredibly grateful for that. But Alexander, the truth is that I doubt I’ll ever fully accept my mark. You know, my cat eyes, they are…” “… beautiful.” Alec quietly ended the sentence.

Alec ended Magnus’ sentence with the one word he thought would ever be remotely accurate to  describe the yellow-green colouring of the irises and the perfectly slit-shaped pupils of his boyfriend’s eyes. A moment later, the most amazing eyes he ever saw widened and the pupils thickened a tiny bit. “They’re… they’re what?” Magnus asked surprised. Did he just not get that right or did Alec just say his eyes were… beautiful? His mark has been called many things, many many things, but never beautiful. Interesting, fascinating, captivating, those were some of the best things they’ve been called by people who actually liked Magnus. But beautiful was utterly new. And unexpected. Very very unexpected. Magnus stared at Alec with disbelief in his wide open eyes.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” Alec asked gently, stroked the warlock’s left cheek with his thumb and watched Magnus slowly shake his head afterwards. “No one ever called them that Alexander. No one. Not once. I didn’t think anyone would ever do. I don’t even believe it myself, how should anyone else ever think that?” he said sadly, his grip on Alec’s hips getting tighter to remind himself he’s actually there and actually just said that. He watched as Alec moved his head closer to his and felt his hands moving down to Magnus’ shoulder again. And there it was. The smile he loved so incredibly much. The gentle tiny, light-up-the-world Alec-smile. “Oh Magnus.” Alec whispered, if to himself or to Magnus, he didn’t know.  

There was now barely any space left beween them and the remaining space got filled with Alec gently resting his forehead against Magnus’. Alec holding Magnus by the shoulders and Magnus holding Alec by the hips, their foreheads touching they stood there for a few moments, just looking at each other, until Alec cleared his throat and whispered “They’re so so beautiful, they’re… you’re so beautiful.” Alec brought his head even closer to Magnus’ than it already was and had his lips now nearly touching Magnus’. They both let their lips hovering over each others for a few hearbeats. “My god, you’re so beautiful.” Alec whispered against Magnus’ lips and finally, finally kissed him.

They kissed once before, at Alec’s almost-wedding with Lydia. But that kiss was totally utterly different to the one they shared now. The wedding kiss was fierce, intense and full of desire from both of them. The kiss now was slow, gentle, intense in a whole other meaning. Alec was so incredibly tender, he wanted Magnus to know how ridiculously in love he was with him, wanted him to believe everything he just said through that kiss. They both could feel each others heart beat, Alec realizing that right now, in that moment, both their hearts beat as one. It felt like they shared one heart together, which Alec was sure, was actually the case from now on. Magnus felt it too and was taken aback in the best way he could imagine, that after all those years, he finally found true love again. And not only true love. He found someone who would fight with him against any evil in this world and he couldn’t describe to anyone how happy and grateful he was for that.

They both weren’t sure how much time had passed during the kiss, but they were both still standing, Alec now cupping Magnus’ face again and both of them not wanting to move their head away from the other. Alec started to whisper against Magnus’ lips again. “You’re so beautiful Magnus.” “You already said that.” Magnus whispered back and smiled, he now cupped Alec’s face too. “I know but… it seemed worth repeating. And I will repeat it over and over again until you believe it. And even then I will tell you again and again.” “You’re so sure I will eventually believe it?” Magnus asked. He honestly wanted to know if someone could actually do that. “I will help you to.” Alec answered and brushed his lips against Magnus’. “You know why?” “Why?” “Because…” Alec placed a kiss on the edge of Magnus’ mouth. “… you should know you’re beautiful…” Another kiss on Magnus’ left cheekbone. “… just the way you are.” A third one on the edge of his mouth again. Alec closed his eyes. “Magnus Bane, you are the most beautiful human being there ever was and ever will be. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. The people who don’t appreciate you don’t deserve to even be in your presence. They don’t deserve you, because you are so kind, so loving, and so incredibly optimistic even after living so long. They don’t deserve you, because you deserve the universe. You don’t know it, but I do.”

“My dear Alexander, how do I deserve you?” Magnus asked in a husky voice, being very moved from Alec’s little speech. “I just told you. You needed someone to tell you the truth.” Magnus let out a sigh and pulled Alec into a tight hug, because right now he didn’t have any other idea what to do. “I know and I thank you a thousand times for that. But I have to note one thing. You said ‘human being’…” “Yes, and?” “You know I’m a warlock. I’m not a human being.” “Technically, yes. But not to me. To me you are exactly what I said.” Alec answered and buried his face in Magnus’ neck. “I wish I knew how to find the words to describe to you what this all means to me. Until I find them, thank you. Just thank you, Alexander.” He began to stroke Alec’s hair and felt the boy smile against his shoulder. “And I promise you, no glamouring of my cat eyes anymore when we’re together. Because a certain someone told me I don’t have to change myself. And I won’t.” he added and began to smile himself. As an answer, Alec squeezed him a little tighter for a second.

So they stood there for a few minutes, until Alec started asking questions like “What happens if you’re pissed? Do your pupils then get three times their normal size? Oh my god, can you see in the dark?” and some more. Magnus had to get himself a glass of wine. He was in the middle of pouring him a glass in as he heard Alec shout from the living room “Will you ever stop drinking?” “I don’t think so, Alexander.” he answered and grinned.

I’m sorry (Peter Parker x Reader) (Part II)

Part 1:http://imaginingspiderman.tumblr.com/post/145453359858/dont-ever-come-back-peter-parker-x-reader

It had been three months since the fight, in which Peter had changed seats in class and had ignored you and run away when you tried to approach him. You regretted it. You had started regretting it the moment you got home right after the fight. You wanted to call Peter and apologize, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. It hadn’t been your fault, after all. It had been him the one who lied. But why did it feel so wrong? After having him confess his true feelings, you could only think about having him by your side, holding your hand and whispering sweet things into your ear. But that was it, an imagination. Due to what you had said -what you had done, your friendship was ruined. So when, after avoiding him for a week, you tried to approach him, he turned his back to you and left you standing in front of his locker. You just wanted to hug him and apologize, tell him that you understood. And you couldn’t. You were hurt -hurt by the fact that he hadn’t trusted you enough, hurt by the fact that the day after the fight he asked a class partner to change seats with  him, hurt by the fact that he didn’t seem to want your friendship to be fixed. You waited. You waited for a month, and when nothing happened, you decided to wait for another month. When the two months had passed and he was still avoiding you, you decided to show up at his house to try and fix things. So you did. You showed up, knocked on the door, and when Aunt May opened it, she first looked angry, like she blamed you for Peter’s sadness. She then looked sad. She could see the bags under your eyes, the puffy eyes, the weight you had lost. You had not only lost your best friend. You had lost everyone you had. Your parents hadn’t been getting along, and they had finally decided to get divorced, and when that happened, you had no one to turn to. You were alone. Aunt May saw that. It was as clear as the fact that she lied when she said Peter wasn’t home. She looked at the floor, letting you know she wasn’t telling the truth. She wanted you to know it was a lie, to ask her to come inside. But you couldn’t. You were tired. Peter didn’t want to see you. He asked his aunt to lie for him. He had decided to end communication with you, and you weren’t in the mood for trying any longer. You were tired. So you went home, where you heard your parents shouting about the divorce papers. You went home, where you laid on your bed, putting on your earbuds, trying to block out the noise. You went home, where you slept for a day and, due to that, missed school.

You had lost motivation. You didn’t feel like going to school nor going out, so you started to miss it. You went three or four times a week, always avoiding Peter, with your hood over your head. You had no one. What was the point?
A month went on like that. The same routine everyday. Until one day, as you had just gotten out of the shower, you heard someone knocking at your window. Your head snapped, you being eager to find out who was outside. Weren’t you surprised. The one and only Spiderman. You didn’t know what to do. Should you open the window? Should you ask him to leave? Your instincts answered before you, opening your window before you even realized what you were doing.
‘Can I come in?’ Peter said.
His voice -how much had you missed it. How it sounded so childish but rough at the same time. How it made you fuzzy inside. You nodded, walking back to your bed. You sat there, playing with your fingers whilst waiting for him to talk.
‘I’m sorry.’ He said, taking off his mask. ‘I know that isn’t enough. Aunt May told me how you were. I didn’t want to believe her. But then you started to miss school, and you stopped talking. You started to wear oversized hoodies, and it wasn’t until a day at PE where you took it off that I realized how skinny you were. It’s-it’s all my fault. I was an asshole. I left you alone. I didn’t think about you when you got mad. I didn’t think about how betrayed you could be feeling. And when you left, well, I felt kind of relieved. I started to avoid you -I was mad. I didn’t want to have you close. And I’m sorry. What I did was horrible. I will regret it forever. That’s why I’m-‘ He was cut out by your mother’s voice, shouting at your father, who had come to pick the last boxes he needed to take to his new apartment. ‘What’s-what’s going on?’ He asked, a confused look on his face.
‘They got divorced. Last month.’ You said, your voice low. You hadn’t spoken much often. Your mother was too busy working to have dinner with you, and your father had moved out a month and a half ago. You had no other friends at school, so the most you talked was with the bus driver or the cashier at the supermarket.
‘I’m-I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. Shit, of course I didn’t know. I’m horrible. I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I just-I just wanted to protect you from the bad guys. And the bad guy-the bad guy ended up being me. I’m sorry. I know you won’t fully forgive me, and I understand. I just want you to know that if you ever need me, I’ll be right there for you. No matter when or where. Always.’ He looked sorry. His hand was pulled into a fist holding his mask, his eyes full of regret. You wanted to forgive him. You needed to forgive him. But would it ever be the same? You didn’t know what to do. So when he decided that you weren’t going to talk -that you weren’t going to forgive him, he turned around. But he changed his mind, and he turned around once more, facing you again. He walked to step in front of the bed, lowered himself to be eye-level with you, and muttered a quick ‘sorry for this’ before kissing you. He had intended it to be a short kiss, but as you felt his lips pressed against your own, you suddenly knew what to do. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. You made him lay on the bed, not breaking the kiss. And when you finally broke apart to breath, you knew what to say to him.
‘I forgive you, but stay.’
He nodded, laying next to you, covering both of you with the blanket and pulling you close, kissing your neck and muttering a soft ‘goodnight’.

Newt Scamander x Reader III

Originally posted by sweetly87

“Imagine being the only person who can tame the Niffler.“

You held the mole-like creature in your left hand while you scratched its tummy with your other hand.
„Aww, Newt what kind of creature is this ? It‘s so adorable !“
Newt turned around and couldn‘t believe his eyes. He never saw a Niffler so calm and relaxed like in this moment.
„This is a Niffler… but why is it so calm ? How did you do this ?“
You shrugged. „I don‘t know. I offered the little guy some food and a coin and then I tried to cuddle with him.“
Newt raised an eyebrow and walked up to you, he had to see it closer.
„Huh. That‘s incredible Y/N.“
„Wan‘t to pet it too ?“
„Oh, no thanks, I have some bad experiences with our friend here and I don‘t want to interrupt its calmness, but…“
He moved his hands on your hips and gave you a kiss on your cheek
„I just need to feed a few more creatures and then I‘m done with work for today and I’d love to relax a bit with you, my love.” 

What would the RFA members + V and Saeran do for their first ever date?

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Worse Than Nicotine

Summary: A familiar face shows up at the gym you coach at, all you want is for him to leave. Or is it?

Characters: Lance Tucker x Reader

Warnings: language, Lance Tucker, sex talk, kissing, lead up to smut, un-beta’d

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Originally posted by bucky-luvs-plums

You cursed to yourself as you dropped your paperwork on the floor, bending down to pick it up before hearing an all too familiar voice from the door behind you.

“Nice view, Y/LN.”

You stood up and turned round, face to face with those bright blue eyes and the damn smug look across Lance Tucker’s face.

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Princess (M)

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

**credit to original owner of gif  ヽ(^◇^*)/

pairing: namjoon x reader
word count: 2.6k
request: If it’s not too much to ask~ Can you do a Rap Monster smut where he’s dom and there’s lots of dirty talk?
a/n: uhm ANON WHY would you ask me to do this i’m honestly so done rn and I just want Namjoon all over me wOW

⚠️ ~ smut warning ~ ⚠️

You knew that look. The look that Namjoon gave you whenever he was thinking about having his hands tangled in your hair as you made him feel so, so good , or when he was thinking about pinning you up against the wall and making you beg him to make you feel as good as you made him feel. Oh, and did you beg.

But you knew the look only because Namjoon would sometimes just stare at you as his mind wandered when he wasn’t talking to anyone around him and you were near to him. He especially loved to think about these things when over people were around. On this occasion, it wasn’t all of BTS, but just the people who would tease you about Namjoon’s lust until the end of time. Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin. They didn’t dare tease their hyung, which was why you were at the centre of their periodic banter.

This time, however, it was a little different. You weren’t so much concerned about having Jungkook and Jimin tease you, but instead the only thing you could think about was Namjoon’s hands in your hair, as well as him pinning you against the wall. So the moment that Namjoon snapped back into reality, you were sure to make it known to him just what you wanted. “Joonie, baby.”

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Look at Jimin’s worried face, he did literally scare that his baby would fall off…
Actually, dear Park Jiminssi *coughing* , can you tell me why you so fast? Cuz tbh, the staff was closer to Jungkook, but you 2 did rush to your baby almost at the same time😂😂😂
And your hands *cough cough*, why do I have a feeling that you was hugging him = not just normally grabbing him uhm??😂
Pleaseeeee I do need your fancam dear CREAMONssi~~~~ release it as soon as possible plsss~~~


“So… what do you think?”

They had walked in behind the cemetery and through the woods surrounding it until they finally arrived at their destination: an abandoned playground. To anyone else it would have been just a rusty pile of garbage and a free trial for tetanus, but Salem knew exactly why he wanted to show her this. “This looks… exactly like our park.”  She smiled at him. “How did you find this place?”

“I just wandered back here one day. Crazy, right? I guess it makes sense, the Hollow was a real town at some point.”  He took her hand in his. “I used to spend a lot of time here… this is where I was when I decided to come look for you at prom.”  He laughed, realizing how cheesy he’d become since he got her back. He just couldn’t help it. “I would’ve gotten you an actual present, I swear, but…you know.”


Remus is pansexual. He started questioning his sexuality in second year, but at first he dismissed it as what everyone would have called it: hormones, or just a phase. He knew, though, that he liked girls, he definitely did, but he couldn’t help wondering why he would be completely okay with holding a guy’s hand or kissing a boy. He used to think he was only bicurious, just asking himself if being in a relationship with a boy would be the same as a relationship with a girl.
Then he met Sirius. Before Sirius, he had only had the opportunity to wonder about boys. Remus was a reserved person who kept to himself, but when Sirius, along with James and Peter, asked him on that first day of school if he wanted to be friends, he became more outspoken. He immediately grew attached to Sirius, an energetic, excitable young man. Sirius understood Remus, and was always there for him. In second year, they got closer still. And in third year…
Was Remus falling for Sirius?
At least this confirmed the fact that he DID feel attraction to boys, and he could probably feel an attraction to a non-binary person, too. His crush just grew and grew, and when Sirius came out as a demiboy, the crush didn’t disappear in the slightest, so Remus knew he fell in love with people, not with genders.
Oh shit. He was really in LOVE.
So yeah, Remus is pansexual.

You play with their hands when you’re bored (Topp Dogg)

B-Joo: -he would try to pull his hand away but you wouldn’t let him do that. You pulled his arm farther away from him- “this is my hand. I don’t care how bored you are”

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Hojoon: -he would space out as you played with his hand. He didn’t mind it at all because it kept you entertained and the others bugged him- “what? Why did you do that?”

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P-Goon: -he let you hold it for as long as you needed to. He liked keeping you happy- “do you just want to hold my hand or want to go do something”

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Yano: -he tempted you with food when you wouldn’t let go- “how about we play the pepero game. You can have the chocolate side”

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Nakta: -he would literally pry you from his hand. You would whine when he did that but he had his reasons- “I have to use the bathroom. I’ll give you my hand back when I get back”

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A-Tom: -he found it so cute how much you played with it. He loved how you would cuddle it close to you- “you’re so cute when you do this”

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Xero: -you would glare at him when he tried to pull away from you. He sighed as you continued to play with his hand- “do you want to do something? I would like to use my hand to do things”

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Sangdo: -he found it odd when you would do it in public. He would be in the middle of talking with one of the boys and you took his hand and wouldn’t let it go- “come on babe. I need my hands to tell my story”

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Hansol: -you finished eating and instantly took his hand he wasn’t using to eat. He didn’t complain as you cuddled up to him- “you shouldn’t eat so fast. You wouldn’t be so bored”

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Who follows Maven?

I have wondered about who Maven has designated as his successor, if there were some other Calores vying for the throne, or if Maven and Cal are really the last ones and the other Houses will go and fight if Maven dies.

But then I realized: Of Maven has not designated a successor. There are plenty of examples when a monarch did their business without naming an heir and why should they? Usually it is claimed they had to prevent a civil war over succession. But do you truly think Maven would care if a dynastic war followed his death? Not really.

On the other hand, by not naming a successor Maven threatens Norta with a civil war upon his death. This protects him, as a number of Silver disliking him would shrink away from having Maven assassinated and thus risking a full-out succession war. Maven is an usurper himself and so he’s well aware of people thinking about taking the throne from him. 

And the greatest rival tempted to depose Maven would the person he named as his successor. An heir is always a rival, you only assume your children won’t go so far as killing you to get the throne, and even that isn’t a guarantee, as we see in Red Queen ;-) So all in all, Maven is better off without designating a successor.

But what would be if Maven was suddenly out of the way? It would be an interesting strike for the Scarlet Guard to abduct/kill Maven and let the Houses of Norta devour each other. Yet one can wonder about how many Reds would be involved in such a succession war. Probably less than those dying at the Choke, so if the succession war would draw Reds away from the other war, with the possiblity of having them desert on the way, it would still be a promising strategy.

We shouldn’t forget that’s still another option: I think a lot of Silver would come running to Cal begging him to become their king if Maven is out of the way. There must a lot of people not believing the story or not caring about the patricide who support Cal even now.

And the thing is, I suppose he would actually do it, if they asked for it. Re-take the throne. And I wouldn’t like that, because even if Cal wanted to change things then, the Silvers supporting him would still be the same and trying to force him back in the direction they prefer. I don’t think a Silver monarchy as it has been is going to work if you want equality.

Refering to my talk with @the-little-lightning-queen

I think you need ways to neutralize the Silver abilities, just in case. But actually, there are (literature) examples where magic users and non-magic users get along, so would it be impossible for Red, Silvers and Newbloods to live in co-existence?

You’re Kidding

Originally posted by strengthcas

1,000 Followers Drabble

Prompt: “You got drunk and bought a boat.“

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Requested by: @soivebuiltupaworldofmagic

“Omg…what the hell happened last night?!” Dean groans.

“Do you want the good news or the bad news?” You ask trying not to laugh.

“The bad news…”

You got drunk and bought a boat.

“What…” Dean says like he didn’t hear you correctly.

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I feel like there’s something Nureyev is trying to communicate to Juno in Murderous Mask.

Nureyev: (CLOSE; HUSKY) Why don’t you prove it to me, then? Show me how brave you are.

I can’t put my finger on it.

Nureyev: And do you have a mean streak?

Juno: Nope. Mom did, though. Never killed me, but that wasn’t for lack of trying.

Nureyev: That’s too bad. It can be handy, I hear. Detectives who know how to get rough every now and again.

He’s just so very subtle about it, you know? 

Nureyev: You know… You’re very handsome when you’re like this.

JUNO: Getting drunker by the second?

Nureyev: Morally outraged.
Look at him… standing up against the big, mean world… It’s so… futile, and foolish, and… sexy.

No idea what it could possibly be.

Juno: Has anyone ever told you… (HANDCUFFS CLICKING.) … that you’re under arrest?

Nureyev: (SURPRISED) Oh, Juno! (EXHILARATED) Usually not until the second date, but…

Nope. Can’t figure it out. Chalk it up to the many mysteries that surround Peter “Have I mentioned that I’m kinky?” Nureyev.