a little bit special in the head and all that

Bellarke - WHAT WAS HE GONNA SAY?

*throwback to Spacewalker, honestly* @mego42 will understand!


You know, that final scene on the beach is a slow burner. Obviously, I loved it in the moment. But it was so short, and so soft, that it didn’t hit me hard like some of their other scenes. The more I think about it though, the more essential it becomes.

Do I think Bellamy was about to confess his love for Clarke, in a LET’S MAKE OUT way? No. I don’t.

Bellamy was very calm, very mellow. IMO, if he was about to go all out on the romantic front he wouldn’t have been so. He would have been more agitated, more jumpy. (EDIT: THAT BEING SAID, I HAVE JUST FLASHBACKED TO MY LOST DAYS…and IDK why but I always feel like Imma lose friends when I remind the world that I was #Jate for lyf. So suddenly I’m remembering the S3 finale where Jack just turned to her all chill from out of nowhere and shrugged and said ‘Because I love you’ and honestly, maybe we are at a point where a mellow and chill Bellamy just puts it out there like that?? MAYBE WE ARE?)

I think that Bellamy is feeling very fatalistic right now. When Clarke asked him ‘you still have hope’ he gave her what she needed. But 4x04 onwards have really emphasised how tired Bellamy is, and how aware of time running out he is. He’ll keep fighting to keep people alive, but I also think that he believes he - and maybe all of them - will be dead very soon. He expresses this pretty succintly in reference to Octavia. I think he knows, on a level, that Clarke is right. Given time, his relationship with O will heal. But there is no time. He thinks that he is going to die and Octavia is going to hate him.

When Clarke says ‘she’ll see how special you are’ it’s not because she’s pulling him back from a break down. And she’s calm too! Mellow too! She says it because it is how it is. It’s so natural and easy for her to tell Bellamy that he is special.

Bellamy’s long look at her is everything to me. We’ve had moments like this before…I’m specifically thinking of 3x15 and ‘but I trust you.’ So it’s not a shock to Bellamy, really (I think it will always be a little bit of a shock to him just because he is who he is) but coupled with how he’s feeling about O, about their chances…

WHAT’S IN HIS HEAD. Definitely I love this girl. I know, I know…I said I didn’t think he was about to make a big declaration…but LOVE is all over everything Bellarke, and has been for a while. She’s everything to me? She’s special too, and I need her to know that? I couldn’t have survived without her? If I die, I need her to keep fighting and living and to find happiness one day?

THIS IS A GREAT BIG RAMBLING MESS, BUT…THAT SCENE DUDES.

And then Clarke just…IMMEDIATELY SHUTS HIM DOWN. And I think there is so much to say here about Bellarke v Clarke’s scene with Niylah. For Clarke, sleeping with and finding comfort in Niylah is a situation without risk. There are no strings attached, it makes her feel better, and also…Niylah is just super nice. So Clarke can touch her, Clarke can show her that affection…

Obviously, Clarke’s relationship with Bellamy is on another level (even if you were to deny romance) and it strikes me how much Bellarke DON’T touch each other. She comes to stand beside him on the beach, and there’s space between them. They even struggle to FACE each other, and dude…that threw me back to 2x16. Clarke looks at him, but HAS to look away. Bellamy looks at her when she isn’t looking. And only when he is about to declare, does he turn his full body to face her.

AND SHE SHUTS IT DOWN.

Because she knows! She knows that he’s trying to say goodbye, and she will not accept that. She nopes out of that like whoa. She won’t even consider it. With Niylah it was a conversation and a request, but with Bellamy it’s just NOPE NOT TALKING ABOUT THAT. WE WILL SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN.

THEY ARE SKATING AROUND IT YOU GUYS. They both know SOMETHING, and they’re both approaching it in different ways.

Clarke can’t face it, can’t think about it, because they WILL survive. But Bellamy is starting to turn the other way…

WHAT IS THE POINT OF THIS POST? IDK. BASICALLY I AM FEELINGS ALL OF THE THINGS.

distraction; sehun [m]

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

oh sehun. reader-insert. 3,5k words. roommate!au. smut.

—sometimes you really need a distraction from college life, how lucky that sehun needs one, too

“Do me a favor, pick me up, take me out later / Are you down to be a distraction, baby?” —Kehlani, Distraction

requested by @sassyunicorns2 for the drabble game (although this one turned out to become a scenario ;;; the song is great btw!)

“I’ll make it quick—” you breathed out as you broke the kiss, supporting your weight on Sehun’s shoulders, “Unconventional sex, no feelings, no obligations. Are you in or not?” you shoot the question quickly, gazing into his lecherously dark eyes. 

“Babe, you could put all sorts of conditions. Right now I need you to take off your clothes and that quickly,” he spoke in between his panting, running his hands up your back, over to your neck to pull you down for another kiss. 


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I don't remember | Jughead x Reader | Part 1

*PART 2* | *PART 3*

Summary: You wake up after the big party, definitely not in your bed and you don’t remember how you got here. To be honest you don’t remember anything that happened last night. Why are you not wearing your dress? Why you do you have a big bruise on your arm? Why are you in Jughead Jones’ apartment? What does all this have to do with Reggie? And why you don’t remember anything, even getting drunk?

Words: 1360

Warnings: MISTERY, some cursing, mention of alcohol, some sexual content

A/N(IMPORTANT): Hi! This is my first fanfiction in Riverdale fandom. I hope you will like it if you do I will write the second part. Now the important part: I have dyslexia so forgive me for my grammar, because I’m trying to write correctly, but it does not always work. So I’m sorry again. Feel free to send my any requests, asks etc. I can write anything.  
Also the thoughts are write in italics. (Y/F/C) means your favourite colour. 

Shit, I forget to close the curtains, again. The sunlight on my faced waked me up. I slowly opened one eye and then quickly closed it. That was definitely not my room.

Let’s think. I’m not naked, that’s good, but this is definitely not my t-shirt and my bra is missing. That’s bad. I moved my hand to the other side of the bed. It was empty but slightly warm. I’m not a person who change the bedsides during the sleep. I felt the pain. I had a big bruise on my arm.
What is the last thing I remember? I was trying, but nothing comes to me. I didn’t remember anything from the last night.

I opened my eyes. The room was nice, small but comfy. I sat on the bed. I was wearing the big grey t-shirt with the letter “S” on it. Yup, definitely not mine. I looked for my clothes, but I couldn’t find them. Excellent, I have only t-shirt and underwear. I stood up and opened the door. The living room was brighter than the bedroom, so it took my few seconds before I was able to see clearly. This room was also very small, one table, three chairs and an old TV where the only furniture that could fit in. My eyes stopped one the pair of blue-green ones.

“Good morning (Y/N),” said Jughead quietly. He was sitting at the table with his laptop opened. He was wearing his famous beanie. I looked down at my clothes then again at him.

My mind was screaming. I was in Jughead’s Jones apartment. I didn’t even know that he has an apparent. Basically, I didn’t know much about him. Everyone called him the school freak. He was a best friend of Archie who was one of my bests friends but he never introduced Jughead to me. I never talked to Jughead. I don’t know if I ever told him “hello”.

“What am I doing here?” I said, my voice was a bit little bit shaky.

“Wait. You don’t remember?” He looked confused. And then his faced started to change colour to red.

I shook my head.

“You think… You where… I mean you was…but it wasn’t…” he tried to create a sentence. I didn’t know that the human face can be so red. Normally I would wait to see if it can go even redder but now I need answers.

“Yesterday was a party, right?” I tried to make my voice as confident as I could.

“Yes.” I heard the relief in his voice.

“You wasn’t there, was you?”

“No. I am not a fan of parties.”

*****

“C'mon (Y/N)! It will be fun!”

“Kevin, you know that I have an important test on Monday,” I said looking at my best friend’s big smile.He knew that he won and I didn’t have any more arguments. He was talking about Reggie’s party for almost a week. Well, the whole school was talking about it.

“You already knew all the material! And the party is on Friday so you will have a whole Sunday to review.”

“Fine, you win.”

“What did he win?” I heard Archie’s voice behind me.

“(Y/N) is going to Reggie’s party. That mean you own me 10 bucks, Andrews”

“No, I own you five and the other five to Veronica,” he said.

“(Y/N) is going to the party? I knew it,“ the raven hair girl high-fived with Kevin.

“I literally hate all of you right now,” I laughed

“You know you love us,” Kevin said and hugged me.

“Yeah probably.”

*****

“So… I went to the party with Archie, Veronica and Kevin?” I said my thoughts out loud.

“I don’t think so. You went with Reggie,” He was surprised and so was I.

*****

“I’m definitely not wearing that,” I said when I saw the dress what Veronica was holding.

“It’s perfect for you!” she said

“At least try it!” Kevin was digging in closed. He was in “the Stylist mood”.

“Why I can’t wear jeans and some top?”

“Because no,” Ronnie put the dress in my hand. “Try it!”

“No, I said I’m not wearing that.”

“(Y/N)! Reggie ask you out! You should look perfect!”

“Thank you very much, Ronnie,” I said little bit angry.

“You know that’s not what I mean” Ronnie looked at my and rolled her eyes. “Kevin, maybe you could help me?”

“Yeah (Y/N) you definitely should wear a dress, but this one,” he said and show us the beautiful (Y/F/C) dress.

“Okay, I hope that you are proud. Give my that dress,”  I said.

******

The awkward silence was filling the small room. I looked at the window next to the table. I tried to recall anything from the party but there was the big black hole in my memory. I looked at Jughead. My biggest mystery. What happened last night? What did I say? What have I done? I felt so stupid. I wasn’t the kind of girl that gets drunk on the party and have sex with a random person. I least I thought that I wasn’t. I didn’t even remember getting drunk.

I looked at Jughead’s face. He looked confused maybe concerned.  It was really hard to read his face.

“Where is my dress?” I ask.

“It’s torn.” He said. “It’s not what I meant. Well it is, but it was torn before you get here… I mean it’s not…” He started to loose in his words.

“Can I have a coffee?” I asked and again I saw the relief on his face.

“Yeah sure. What kind would you like?” He closed his laptop and stood up.

“Just (black/white)” I said

*****

“Hey,” I said when I saw Reggie

“Hey! You look beautiful!” He said and opened the car door for me.

“Thanks.”

It took only 10 minutes and we were at Reggie’s driveway. The conversation we had was surprisingly interesting. The party already started.

“I left the keys to my brother so he let everyone in” Reggie explained with a smile.

“Smart.”

“Thanks,” he said and put his hand on my waist. “Do you have any favourite drink or you let me make you something special?”

“I think I’m going to trust your taste,” I said and he disappeared in the crowd.

*****

“Thanks,” I said when he gave me my coffee. I took a sip. “It’s good” I sited on the chair. 

“I don’t remember anything,” I said quietly.

He looked at me and nodded.

“I remember getting at the party but that’s all.” My voice changed to whisper.

He opened his mouth and then closed it and shook his head.

“You must be cold,” he said finally.

I was little bit confused

“Yeah, I am,” I said surprised. I didn’t notice this before. God, I was still only in the T-shirt and the underwear. I felt embarrassed and tried to covered myself, but Jughead disappeared in the bedroom. After about five minutes he was back and I already finished my coffee.

“Here,” he said and gave me a pair of blue jeans, black t-shirt and his denim jacket. “The bathroom is there” he pointed the door. “Feel free to used shower if you want.”

“Thanks,” I said and took the clothes. “Jughead… how drunk was I?” I said not looking into his eyes.

He brushed back the black hair had fled from his beanie.

“The problem is that you wasn’t drunk (Y/N),” he said.

******

“Here you go” I heard Reggie voice. He was holding two drinks. I smiled and reach out for one of them. “No, this one is mine!” He said and handed me the other one.

I laughed. "They are exactly the same!“ I said but I took it.

“Yeah, but this one is especially for you,” he winked.

“Thanks,” I said and took a sip.

Our anthem

How would BTS react if thier s/o (also an Idol) wrote a song a bout them (everyone knows that it is about them) and their s/o would perform this song at an award show?

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||Namjoon||

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Joonie would be really touched by the fact that you chose a song you’ve written meant for you and him to a whole crowd of people, and at an award show! like he’d seriously be a proud and happy boyfriend. As you sang you’re heart out to the song about you and him he becomes all shy but would have the biggest grin on his face while he watched you perform. Once the song was over there is a small break so he rushes backstage to see you. “Baby you did amazing!” he embraces you in a great bear hug. “You really liked my performance?” you look up at him smiling. “All of it,” “that’s good this song is already special but I wanted to make it memorable for you.” You nuzzle your head onto his chest hugging him a bit tighter. He can’t help but smile and kisses the top of your head. “I love you y/n.”

||Jin||

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

When he sees you on stage and hears the familiar tune he would be a little caught off guard and laugh away his shyness. But as you began to sing the song jin would stare up at you with so much love and sing along with you. After you’re performance he heads over backstage to tell you how well you did and how it surprised him a bit. “Y/n I can’t believe you sang our song,” he hugs you. “Was it too much, I just wanted to sing it for you and I thou-” he cuts you off by capturing your lips with his in a quick kiss. “You did great and I loved every minute of it.” You blush and hid your face a little “You liked it that much?” “How could I not it’s our song y/n you made my heart jump and every thing!” You laugh at his reaction and kiss him again. “I’m happy you enjoyed it.”

||Yoongi||

Originally posted by daeguboy

Personally I don’t think yoongi would be able to hide that gummy smiles of his because he’d be so freaking flustered the moment the music began to play and realizing it was the song you wrote about your relationship. Like he tries to be chill about but he can’t because he’s kinda low-key fanboying over you. He would see the way you poured your heart into singing the song and how much passion you were showing in front of the crowd would make him all giddy inside and he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. When your stage was over he sneaks away to find you. “Interesting choice of song babe,” “Did I surprise you?” you grinned at your boyfriend and gave him a playful hit to the arm. “maybe a little, but you did great up there?” he puts his arms around you and pulls you closer to him. “A little?” you raised a brow. “Look I really liked that you decided to sing it ok, you can tease me later about it just let me hug you.”

||Hoseok||

Originally posted by joeguk

Hobi gets emotional at certain times and this would probably be one of those times. The fact that you’re singing your guy’s song at this time in front of all these people, with him there would take him over the flipping moon. He would smile and sing along and then at some point just cry a little because his heart just hurts from all the love he’s feeling. When you finish he wastes no time to get to you and hugs you like it’s his last day on earth. “Hobi did you cry?” you held his face in your hands and tried not to laugh. “Psh no,” he sniffles a bit. “I had something in my eye,” “both your eyes?” Hoseok smiles widely and kisses  the top of you’re head. “Don’t judge me I was bound to with you singing our song.”

||Jimin||

Originally posted by jitaeme

First things first, he would have the biggest smile the second you came up on stage. He claps and cheers along the crowd and the other boys to just feeling so proud to see you up there. Although he’s already seen you perform multiple times. And the second he hears the beginning of the song he’d instantly become shy and hide his face a bit as the members teased him a bit. He’ll see you singing to him and just kinda wave at you not really knowing what to do with himself. “Y/n!” you turn to see him calling you over to him. “So our song huh?” he smiles shyly.  “Yep I thought It was the perfect time to sing it,” ‘’Ah, good thing too now everyone knows how much you love me,” he smirks and slings his arm around you. “But they already knew mi-” “shh I know I’m just happy. let me have this moment.”

||Taehyung||

Originally posted by beui

Tae would be a happy puppy singing along with you with just as much passion as you showed on stage. He’d be cheering for you and sometimes look at the crown behind him to point at you like yeah that’s my girl up there. Tae would have that boxy grin that you love so much plastered onto his face the whole entire time and even after when he went to go see you. “JAGI, Y/N,” he was basically speed walking to you. “Hi tae,” you kissed his cheek. “I saw you down there you were really excited,” you laughed. “Of course I was you sang my favorite song,” he did some cute little dance while singing a line or two from the song. “So it’s your favorite song?” “Well why wouldn’t be?”

||Jungkook||

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

You walk on stage, the crowd is cheering and with jungkook as well. The music starts and he freezes mid clap because he’s like wait a hot second. He’ll listen for a moment hearing you sing and trying to comprehend what your saying before he realizes and is like oh wait it’s our song. He’ll become shy because one, your up there singing to him, and two, his hyungs would tease him a bit but would think it’s really freaking cute. “Kookie did you like my performance?” you look up at him and smile waiting for his response. “Yeah I really liked it,” he chews his lip a little “I was a little surprised though I didn’t think you were going to sing it.” he laughs a little. “Thank you?”  “For what?” he shrugs his shoulders a  bit. “For singing it, I don’t know what else to say,” he chuckles nervously. “You’re happy, and you love me?” “Yes, very much.”


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The Art of Remembering by @swans-and-pirates | [tumblr]  [ff.net]  [ao3] | au; Killian hasn’t seen Emma in months, not since she ran off in the middle of the night. But when he receives a call from the hospital informing him that she’s been in an accident he rushes to be by her side. Nervous and anxious to see her again he’s not sure what to expect—but he definitely doesn’t anticipate that upon waking she would have no idea who he is. 

“I see…” she says, the green of her eyes meeting his again. “And are you my doctor?”

It’s immediate, the way that one sentence makes his stomach drop and his mouth fall open as he gapes at her.

Her doctor?

He shakes his head, not sure he heard correctly. “Your doctor? Swan, it’s me…Killian.” He’s rambling just a bit and his stomach sinks impossibly closer to the floor when he realizes her eyes hold no recognition. “You…you don’t know me?”

Emma shakes her head. “I don’t. I’m sorry.” She gives him a small, apologetic smile, but all it does is make his world shatter a little more. “But I…I take it I should?”

Killian drags a hand down his face and releases a heavy sigh. “Aye, Swan. You should.”

Tooth (Blurb)

“Daddy! Dadddyyy! Help!”

Harry jumped from his seat in the living room and jogged down the hallway toward the sound of his daughter’s cries, worried that she had fallen or broken something and was hurt. He finally found her in the bathroom, standing on her little step stool and examining her face in the mirror with a very worried look on her face.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Harry asked, rushing to her side and squatting down so he could see her better. He didn’t see any blood or bruises or cause for concern, but the look on her face worried him.

“Daddy, something’s wrong with my tooth,” she said, turning to him with her mouth open slightly and one finger pressing into her gum.

Harry frowned and moved her hand away from her mouth so he could have a look. Everything looked normal to him, except that one of her bottom front teeth seemed to be on a bit of an angle. He finally realized what was going on and grinned, feeling his heart slow down a bit.

“Looks like you have your first loose tooth,” he said, standing up again.

This explanation didn’t seem to sooth his little girl as she looked up at him with wide, terrified eyes, before turning back to the mirror and opening her mouth to look again.

“I was just brushing my teeth, daddy! I promise! An’ then it started wiggling; I didn’t mean to make it loose!”

Harry chuckled and knelt down again, reaching out to smooth his daughter’s hair back.

“No, it’s okay, love,” he said, “When you’re little like this, you’re supposed to have loose teeth. It just means that your big teeth are trying to grow in and they have to push the little ones out of the way. That tooth is going to fall out pretty soon.”

She seemed completely frightened by the idea.

“Nooo, daddy! I don’t want it to fall out!”

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Mutant

(A/N): I’m so sorry this is so short but I really couldn’t come up with anything for it :(

Request: Could you write an Avengers/X-men ficlet where the reader assembles the team and confesses to being a mutant? Like, he/she always explained their abilities away as technology or something?

Warnings: none

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Originally posted by lonlonmilk

   You pace up and down the exterior of the Helicarrier, ringing your hands together as you awaited all the other superbeings to arrive. You knew Nat, she’d been your partner since day one and the two of you were unbelievably close but you didn’t know anyone else in the group. Sure, you’d heard all the stories, the great god of thunder, the two smartest men alive, and the hero who seemed to survive it all. You were more than nervous to meet them, after all, they were these great amazing people and you were- well, you were you. 

   “(Y/N),” Nat places a gentle hand on your shoulder, steadying your nerves only slightly. “It’s okay, they’re gonna love you,” You chuckle dryly, your entire being going taut at the sight of the infamous Bruce Banner and Steve Rogers. Nat smiles just a bit as the two men board the ship, keeping her authoritative demeanor up even when she was trying to be kind. 

   “Mr. Rogers, Mr. Banner,” She greets the two, giving them a firm handshake. “I’m Natasha Romanoff and this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” You give the two a polite smile, hoping you didn’t look to nervous. “They’ll be joining our little team of ours,” The two men smile back, Bruce a bit more nervously but Steve’s a bit more confidently. 

   “You work for shield then?” Steve asks, cocking a brow at you. You nod your head, smiling only a bit proudly. 

   “Yes I do,” 

   “You’re an agent?” 

   “Of sorts,” You reply, gently shrugging your shoulders. Steve smiles a bit brighter, nodding his head. “And you miss Romanoff?”

   “I’m an expert in espionage, weapons, and more than a few forms of mixed martial arts,” She smiles sweetly before turning on her heel, a spring in her step as she walked towards the entrance of the helicarrier. “You two might want to follow me, I think Fury would like to speak with all of us,” 

   “All of us?” Bruce asks, his tone holding more nerves than before. 

   “We’ve got two other players in this game; Tony Stark and Thor,” 

   “Thor? Like the god of thunder?” Nat smiles, humming a bit. 

   “Yep,” Bruce gives you a nervous look but you give him a reassuring smile, hoping that it didn’t look too painful. 

   “What about you?” Steve asks, cocking his head at you. “What do you specialize in?” You share a look at Nat, an almost nervous one but you pocket it away, bound and determined to lie to Steve’s face and to make it sound good too. 

   “I specialize in weapons, I’m working on some pretty big stuff right now,” You smile at him, still hoping that the two men couldn’t see through your lie. “And why are you here Mr. Rogers?” Steve chuckles, shaking his head just a bit. 

   ‘I really don’t know, apparently Shield thinks I’m good enough to join your little team,” 

   “Well,” You size him up, giving him a little lopsided smirk, “You aren’t wrong,” 


    How had everything gone downhill so fast? One minute all of you were friends and the next everyone was screaming at each other, demanding the truth and whatnot. 

   “Did you know shield’s been making weapons?” Tony asks, pulling up a secret file. 

  “How did you-” Fury begins but Tony cuts him off once again. 

  “Weapons using the very item we’re hunting, now I don’t know about you guys but this seems just a tiny bit fishy to me,” 

   “Shield’s been storing weapons too,” Steve mutters, throwing an old hydra gun onto a table. Tony hums, staring at the weapon with pursed lips. 

   “Is there anything you’d like to tell us?” Tony asks Fury, squinting his eyes in distaste. 

   “I assure you-” You begin, only to have Tony cut you off as well. 

  “Oh no, don’t you even get started, you can’t talk when it comes to secrets (Y/N).” You look at Tony strangely, a brow cocked in confusion. “I read your file, I know what you are, what you can do-” Your mouth runs dry, your tongue becoming a slab of sandpaper at his words. “Mind manipulation? Interesting sort of weapon is it not?” Steve turns to look at you, a look of distaste upon his face. “Is it even considered a weapon?” Tony continues, tapping his chin in thought. “Or are you?” 

   “Fine,” You mutter, folding your arms over your chest. “Yeah, I’ve got- I’ve got some freaky talents but never once have I ever used them for anything other than the greater good-” 

   “Really? What about this team, this other team you were on- the x-men or whatever they’re called,” 

   “It’s a team of people like me, people with abilities,” 

   “Mutants. You mean Mutants,” Tony mutters, clicking his tongue in disappointment. You hang your head, biting your lip as guilt and shame consumed you. Even with his words you knew what he meant- Freak. You were a Freak. 

Make Me Like You

Reader x Stefan Salvatore

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*Requested

Imagine: You are hopelessly in love with your friend Stefan Salvatore, which could be a good thing, if he was not still in love with his last girlfriend, Elena Gilbert. Well, that is how you see things. But remember: not everything is what it seems.

Word Count: 1631

You stared at your phone once more, realising he was not going to text you. Or even call you. If you stopped even a second to analyse the situation, it was rather stupid to keep waiting for that to happen. Nevertheless, Stefan Salvatore was a taken man. Well, not literally, because he and Elena broke up almost six months ago. Yet, he still seemed off about it, which made your heart break in ways you did not conceive as possible.

“Oh, damn it! Why did you have to make me like you, anyway?” You huffed, standing up and leaving the living room.

Those feelings began to surface after you and him went on a mission together to find a witch who could help with the whole Originals deal. Stefan was so sweet and caring back there. Of course, he never actually showed you he was interested in more than a friendship. Also, it felt deeply wrong to like your best friend’s boyfriend. However, you could not help it. Suddenly, the younger Salvatore was all you could see. When they broke up… It sort of enlightened your day, even though it was a completely messed up thing to think.

You turned the TV on and tried to focus your mind on the funny sitcom. It did not work. The only thing buzzing in your head was him. And his gorgeous smile and sweet green eyes. How he would call you up just to talk and maybe have a drink. The way you two connected… It was kind of rare. Only Stefan was not able to see it. Stuck in the memories of his epic love with Elena. It frustrated you the fact they were meant to be. It was not fair!

A soft groan escaped your lips and, finally, you decided to go out. Clear your head and, if the odds were on your favour, find a distraction. Within ten minutes you were parking outside the Mystic Grill, ready to eat and drink something. The vodka cranberry taste sprinkling on your thoughts.

“Hey, Matty!” You waved at the blond, watching a smile appear.

“Now, what are you doing here, Y/N?”

“Hum, I think this is a bar, so… I’m pretty sure I came here to drink.” Your voice was sarcastic and he noticed, shaking his own head. “Can you get me my favourite?”

“Yes, but don’t think this is over, miss Y/L/N.”

Matt Donovan was your best friend since both of you were ten. Still, apart from that, you could not find the strength to come clean about how you felt to him. Once he heard you had gotten yourself in love with Stefan, he would flip out. Mainly because you kept this a secret for too long and, boy, the blond hated secrets.

“There you go.”

“Thanks, Matt.” You winked, sipping on your drink.

“I hate to see you like that, Y/N! Pretending like there’s nothing wrong… So typically you. I wish you would tell me what’s going on.”

“I-I can’t, Matty. It’s not that I don’t want to, I do! If only all of this was easier.”

“Look, I want to know everything.” He rolled his eyes. “But I have to work. My shift is almost over. Can you wait?”

“I guess…” You shrugged.

“OK. At least you won’t be alone while you do it.”

“Why are you saying that?”

Matt laughed and pointed to the door, where Stefan stood. You suppressed a sigh and took another sip from the vodka you ordered, struggling to maintain your heartbeat under control. Donovan patted you on the shoulder and got back to his work, leaving you to deal with the devils on your back.

“I didn’t thought I’d see you here, Y/N.”

“Yeah, you know… I was bored at home so I thought: what better way to cheer me up than drinking?

He chuckled, taking a sit in front of you. His sweet eyes watching your every move. It was times like these you wished you were able to read minds. Not that you liked to snoop on other people’s lives, but because your heart desperately needed to know something. Either to give it all up or keep hoping.

“Is everything okay?”

“Huh?” You shook your head, exhaling. “Oh, yeah. I’m fine.”

“It doesn’t seem like you are.” His hand grabbed yours and God knows how you were able to hold a shudder. “Talk to me.”

Maybe, just maybe, it was time to open yourself up. Tell him exactly what had been going on with you and your feelings. Gosh, that would be a harsh thing to do. You finished the drink and soon enough ordered another one. Yeah, the opportunity was right there, in front of your eyes. He needed to know, no matter how loud your thoughts were screaming for you not to do it. It was the only way to shake it out of you.

“Can I trust you with a secret?”

“Of course you can, Y/N.” His sounded normal, but you could catch the hint of concern within his words. “We’re friends and I really care about you.”

Oh, shucks.

“Hum… OK. There’s something I need to tell you.”

“I’m all ears.” Stefan smiled gently and stroked the back of your hand, which was still lost between his larger ones. “Come on!”

“I know you are still in love with Elena and…”

“Wait, what?”

“Shut up and let me finish.” He nodded, still frowning but agreeing to hear you talk. “I don’t want to get in the middle of you two. But I can’t help myself. Stefan, I’m in lo… I mean, I really like you.”

“What are you saying?”

Was he dumb or anything? I was pretty clear on what I said!”, you thought, almost rolling your eyes at his response.

“Come on! You know what I said… I like you.”

His bright white teeth shone when he smiled.

“This was random.” Your beloved rose his eyebrows. “Hum, I like you too, Y/N.”

“You’re probably didn’t understand. I don’t like you as a friend, Stefan…”

“You mean… Really like me?”

“Yes.”

“Wow.”

That was not what you were expecting. Suddenly, the embarrassment started to crawl up your emotional wall. He did not felt the same way, as, deep down, you expected him to. Now, you had lost a friend. You were so freaking stupid.

“I-I need to go. I’m sorry.”

“Wait!” You simply placed a twenty dollar bill and left, meeting the bright moon on the sky. So beautiful for such a horrible night. “Y/N, wait.”

“What, Stefan? I know you don’t want to be with me. I don’t even know why I said anything.”

“You didn’t even give me a chance to explain! Matter fact, to say anything.”

You narrowed your eyes a bit. He did not have to say anything. You were just his silly little friend. And that was all you would ever be. Now, without a doubt, even your ears were red out of the unpleasant awkward situation. “Why couldn’t I keep my mouth shut?”, a cruel though popped up in your head.

“I’m sorry about the way I reacted.”

“No, you don’t have to do that.”

“Could you just let me finish?”

“OK, I’ll shut up.”

“You’re really special to me. I don’t I have ever met a girl so though and so resilient. And there’s no way I can repay for everything you have done to me. To keep me going.” Stefan pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Elena was a huge part of my life. I won’t deny it. However, she’s gone. Living her dream with Damon. And I’m happy for both of them. Of course it took me awhile to get over that, but you stayed and put up with me at my worst. That’s why I don’t need to hesitate now: I love you, miss Y/L/N. You’re truly the one for me.”

“Oh, Stefan!” The tears built up on your eyes began to stream down your face. “I’m so happy. I-I never would have figured you felt this way.”

“I wish I knew you felt like this sooner.” He whispered in your ear, kissing a sweet spot on your neck.

You sighed, biting your lower lip.

“Can I say one more thing?”

“Yes.” Stefan replied, softly.

“I love you too.” It was barely a whisper, but you knew he had heard.

He cupped your cheeks and let his thumb wipe off the teardrops which insisted to keep falling. The younger Salvatore, then, kissed your mouth very gently. His lips applying a tender pressure against your own. You pulled a lock of his caramel hair, taking all the pleasure you could get from that. It was definitely a dream coming true.

“Now, would you come back inside with me and have another drink?” Stefan whispered against your lips, a short awhile after you two shared such an intimate moment.

“Let me think…” He chuckled. “Yeah, we can do that.”

“I’m glad I fit in your tight schedule, Y/N.”

“Don’t be such a drama queen, honey.”

“I’m not!”

You laughed, stepping in the bar once more. As you watched him go over to get you new drinks, you realised how lucky you were to be in love with him. The curse became the relief. That’s why a grin appeared when you saw him coming back and leaning in for the second kiss of the night.

It finally hit you: choosing to love Stefan Salvatore was the best thing you had ever done. That’s why you would never give up on that feeling.

“Ready to have the night of your life with me?”

“It already is, darling.”

You smiled, joining him and being genuinely happy you were there at the right time with the right kind of feelings.

Niall Horan - “Love Song” Imagine


Just a short little blurb for ya! 

So as soon as I saw Niall’s Billboard photos inspiration struck and I got into full on Niall girl talk with @eversincecheshire and texted her this long ass idea based off of this picture so, me being me, decided to write it. People have been asking for Niall so.. here ya go. Enjoy!

It was Niall’s day off. No meetings, no time in the studio booked, and so the two of you decided it was the day the two of you would get your long list of to-do’s done. You were going to deep clean the house, the two of you were finally going to finish decorating your office and you were finally going to get rid of the layer of dust that had formed on shelves and tables.

Of course though, once it got down to actually having to do it all, you simply didn’t want to. Niall was off doing laundry, and you were tidying up the living room. You had lugged out the vacuum and were going to make the rug nice and clean but as you organized the books and random items you came across a notebook you had once seen Niall scribbling in often.

You decided, after flipping it open and reading over some lyrics, to delve a little deeper into it so you plopped yourself down on the floor, your back leaned against the couch and began to pour over the notebook. You took in the scribbled over words, the little phrases of music doodled next to certain strings of lyrics. It was all fascinating to you as Niall very rarely let you see his music until it was almost or completely finished but it was so fascinating to think about holding it all, his ideas, his notes, his inspiration, right there in your hands.

“What ya doin’, love?” You look up as Niall walks into the room, having come to investigate not having heard the vacuum when you had told him that was your next task. “Is that me notebook?” He questions, seeing the item in your hand. You grin and nod. “Must’ve left it on the shelf.” He grins as well, knowing how much you loved his music. Taking note of which song you’d had it open to, he decided he would let you hear it. It was one he had finished writing a few days ago, actually. It had changed a bit from this first scribbled down idea but the gist of it was the same.

“You gonna play it for me?” You question as you see him reaching for one of the guitars he had in the corner. Niall honestly had a guitar in every single room, apart from the bathroom. He even had one in the kitchen because who knows when inspiration would strike, he had to have one in arms reach at all times. You didn’t mind, you loved moments of him playing random bits of a new song, or covering a song you both loved. It filled the silence and often led to the two of you dancing together in the middle of whatever room you were in.

“I jus’ might.” He grins at you as he comes over, sitting himself down on the ground beside you, leaning close to you to look at the notebook still open in your hands. He takes it in, making sure he was thinking of the right song before he grinned at you. “It’s changed a bit, bu’ still the same, really.” His fingers then begin to move over the strings, the notes floating effortlessly from his touch. He gives you one more smile before he begins to sing. You bite at your lip as you take in the words he is singing.

You hadn’t heard this song before, maybe a little bit of the music playing from his office as he worked out the kinks or occasionally while getting ready for the day or in the shower he would hum out tunes but it was hard to differentiate between his own songs and just random songs he heard recently and had stuck in his head when all he did was sing the melody or a couple notes here and there.

This song though, it was soft, the music flowed effortlessly, and as you took in the words of love and adoration for that someone special, you knew it was about you. He sang of being in love, finding that one person he was always going to be with, enjoying the fact that he got to wake up beside her everyday. In short, the song was very clearly, and without a doubt, about you. You can’t keep the grin from your face as you lean over and bury your face in his shoulder as you close the notebook and toss it onto the coffee table in front of you.

As the song comes to an end, his playing and voice growing quieter, you bury your nose in his t-shirt, taking in that comforting and oh so familiar scent that was purely and simply Niall. Once he finished the song, he sets the guitar down, his arms wrapping easily around you. His lips press into your hair as he pulls you a bit more into him.

“You like it?” He questions then.

“It was the best song I’ve ever heard.” You tell him honestly, lifting your head up to look at him. You see his blue eyes shining with love, that same sense of adoration he just sang about radiating from his entire being and you knew you returned it. There was no one like Niall, and no one else you would ever be with. Niall was your forever, and clearly after that song, you knew he thought the same.

“Glad you like it then.” He grins at you before his lips are on yours. The kiss was gentle, his lips soft and loving against yours but as you turn a bit, your fingers tangling in his brown hair, pulling you a bit closer the feel of the kiss changes, as does the air around you.

He pulls you up and into his lap as his lips move against yours. His large guitarist hands press into your back after they slide up and under your t-shirt, pressing your chest against his. Your arms tangle around his neck and you have to keep the sigh that so desperately wanted to fall from your lips at bay as his tongue greets yours. His fingers dig into your skin, both of your breathing starting to grow faster as the kiss intensifies and you knew that any and all thoughts of cleaning and running errands as planned was out the window.

This Tag thing

Tagged by: @alphaikar0s99 Thank you for the tag, and sorry for the late, i was a little bussy with the school

Basically the rules are to choose your 10 favorite characters from any fictional works, Anime, Games etc.

These will be in no particular order as to avoid any funny looks or head scratching.

Well, lets start

Takechi Otoya from Akuma no Riddle

Umi Sonoda from Love Live! School idol project

Yoshiko Tsushima from Love live! Sunshine!!

Raiden from Metal Gear series (but specially from Metal Gear Rising)

Hardgore Alice from Magical Girl Raising Project

Dead master from Black Rock Shooter

Elesis from Elsword

Altera/Atila from Fate series (But I love her from Fate Extella)

Margaret Moonlight from No more heroes 2

Ryobi from Senran Kagura series

Well, thats all, so i tag @fefe-homu-akemi @belphegor-xin @bisexualkananmatsuura

If you don´t like to do this things, no problem, i’m just a little bit curious about you

All I Need // A.I

Originally posted by hothothotgg

A/N: i’m loving ashton blurbs and imagines atm so i thought, why not write something about my mans💜

Title: All I need

Pairing: Ashton/Y/N

Requested: Nope.

Summary: Y/N and ashton just lay with eachother, enoying one anothes presence.

Word Count: 350+

Warnings: None.

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 His hands were placed on your waist, having you close to him, providing all the heat he needed. Your head was placed on his sweater clad chest making him look very inviting for an infinite sleep. 

 One of his skill full hands played with your locks running his rough fingertips through the ends of your hair, a habit he had picked up because of the months you had known each other. His pink, kissable lips hummed out a tune that he and his other band mates had been working on- a specific special song that he loved a little bit too much. Perhaps because it was about you. 

 Ashton’s stomach came alive with the butterflies fluttering around at the thought of singing the unknown song to you.

 His other hand drew unknown shapes on you hip. His calloused fingers spelling out all his thoughts as he pulled you closer. You hummed in appreciation loving all the attention he was currently giving you. Of course he would always have these moments with you but realistically it was rare as he was always at the studio but when these moments made their appearance you would treasure them. 

 Some old comedy reruns were playing on the television, a light buzz emitting from it. Ashton couldn’t help the small smile grace his lips. This moment was perfect. 

 You played with his fingers, grazing your finger tips all over his, making sure to give small pecks every once in awhile. You burrowed your head even further into his chest taking in his scent. Your face had also formed a subtle smile the moment meaning much to you. These were the moments you loved the most. The long tours without Ashton were worth it in the end when it came to this. The boy meant everything to you. 

 Ashton moves his face closer to your ear causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin. “You know, these moments are what keep me sane.” he whispered into your ear causing you to cuddle closer. 

 “Mhm..you’d be lost without me.” you said jokingly, letting out a giggle. 

 Ashton pinched your hip with his hand causing you to shriek. “Well you’re not wrong,” he huskily said his hands on your hips tightened, “You’re all I need, baby.”

Constellations~Remus Lupin One-shot

A/N: Annnnnddddd I am officially 15 and have achieved my goal of spending most of my  birthday in bed. This is my present to myself. Also Y/S means Your Zodiac Sign. Gif’s not mine.

Summary: You have kept your birth date a secret from all your friends until your boyfriend, Remus questions it after learning your zodiac sign.

Pairing: Young!Remus Lupin x reader

Word Count: 1841

Warnings: I think there’s a swear word in here somewhere, Dysfunctional family, fluff

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Originally posted by sppaceprincess

Nobody knew when my birthday was. Not Lily, not Alice, not even the marauders, who felt it was their personal duty to take care of after my home life crumbled. I didn’t want special treatment, I didn’t need gifts,  I didn’t want to have memories of previous, awful birthdays brought back to me. I treated my birthday like any other day, so naturally I didn’t tell anyone. If the marauders knew, I would be getting  a party in the common room, complete with decorations, presents and alcohol (Sirius’ addition to the mix). I didn’t want that though, so my birthday remained a secret, even to Remus who was my boyfriend. Until sixth year.

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By Organization for Transformative Works

For KuroDai Week 2017, Day 4: Blind Date/Shotgun Wedding 


Daichi never should have agreed to this. He doesn’t even like dating. It’s awkward and contrived, and restaurants like this one, with waiters who are better dressed than he’s ever been, are specifically designed to make people like him—people who are most at home in the park, or the gym—feel like giant imposters.

He jabs the button on his phone a little harder than necessary and pulls up his text conversation with his best friend, who is also the cause of his current discomfort.

Daichi: suga wtf…this place is way too fancy
Daichi: and he’s not here yet

Suga: it’s not fancy, they just don’t serve happy meals 
Suga: and i told you you were leaving too early

Daichi: is he this kind of person? why would you set me up with someone who likes places like this?

Suga: i chose the place, you shit, because the food is excellent
Suga: please stop complaining and have a little faith in me

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Cliches

Remus Lupin x reader

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The one thing you had always hated was cliches; it bothered you to the point of pure irritation.

Reading had always been your favorite hobby, but the characters always seemed slightly off to you. The girls were all “clumsy” and incredibly beautiful without even realizing it, and the guys were all tall and muscular. It annoyed you how every character was the same. The “clumsy, shy and beautiful” main character had become such a cliche in love stories, that you could barely read them anymore. And don’t forget about the “unique, powerful, only person who can save us all” girl. The one completely ordinary character, who suddenly was able to turn in to fucking Rapunzel and save everyone with her magical fucking hair.

You had accepted the fact that you were completely ordinary, except being a wizard. One could say you were happy about being ordinary; it gave you a sense of comfort. Being special would probably cause you way to much stress, and to be honest, you hated the idea of attention from other people.

So when you had decided to become an animagus, you pretty much expected to become something completely normal. Maybe a dog or something close to that. The fear of becoming something weird was always there though. And being friends with Sirius Black, the drama queen of Hogwarts, was not helping your paranoia.

The minute you had told him about your plan to become an animagus, he had started guessing what you would turn into. The guesses went from fly to giraffe, each one more absurd than the other. He even had a bet with James on what they thought you would become. James had guessed something cute, like a small bird. Sirius however, had guessed penguin. His reasoning for this was still unknown, and you weren’t really sure if you wanted to find out.

Sirius had spent a long time explaining why James’ guess was completely wrong;

“She isn’t going to be something cute or dainty, James. She swears like a sailor and to be honest, she isn’t very ladylike. She’s actually quite weird, which is why I chose a penguin. It matches her personality perfectly.” he finished with a smug look on his face.

To which you had responded;

“Fuck off, Black!”

To avoid the constant teasing from Sirius, you had asked Remus to be the one who would teach you. After months of practicing and having the horrible mandrake leaf in your mouth, you were finally ready.

It was a late Thursday night. You and Remus stood in an empty classroom, the tension in there obvious. You weren’t sure who was more nervous, you or him. He had gotten the idea that if anything went wrong, it would be his fault. It felt nice knowing that he worried about you, since you’d had a crush on him since third year.

Yet, if anything went wrong, you wouldn’t want him to blame himself. Scrunching your face in concentration you closed your eyes and tried to empty your head. The suspension both distracting and nerve-wracking.

“Just empty your head. I know it’s hard, but we’ve got all the time in the world” Remus said softly from beside you. Little did he know that his words made your stomach tingle with butterflies, and it was not helping at all.

Trying to ignore Remus’ presence, you followed his advice. With an empty head you focused solely on the task at hand. You bit your tongue hard from frustration as nothing seemed to happen. Just a little bit longer…
********************

“You-you turned in-into…” Sirius laughed. He could barely stand straight, James couldn’t either. Their snorts of laughter bounced off the walls in their dormitory.

Fate was cruel. Out of all the thing your animagus shape could have taken, it had to be something completely unexpected. And you didn’t want that. So many people would have killed to become special and unique, so why did it have to happen to you?
Well, you thought. At least Sirius has something to laugh about.

“Yes, I turned into a silver fox. Get over it” you tried to keep a straight face, but the corner of your mouth tugged upwards slightly. Less than three seconds later you burst out laughing as well.

“Oh, the irony. Pay up, Pads” James said whilst supporting himself on Remus.

“You didn’t win, Jamsie!” Sirius exclaimed before pointing a finger at you.

“She didn’t turn in to a bird, did she?”

“No, I guess not. But a silver fox is pretty cute. and I guessed something cute” James defended himself.

“Neither of you won, okay?” Remus sighed from besides you. You were situation on his bed in their dormitory, like you usually would on a Friday night.

“Besides, I think her animagus form is cute” he added.

“Of course you do, Moony. You’re bloody in love with the girl” Sirius teased, not really paying attention to Remus’ bewildered expression. Based on his reaction, Sirius hadn’t planned to let that slip out.

“Uh- I mean- Not in love-no. I-in loaf. Remus really loves loaf. you see” Sirius stuttered looking very guilty. James looked like he was about to burst out laughing, but stopped himself.

“Sirius, mate, the cat’s out of the bag.” he said.

No one noticed that Remus was growing redder by the second. He let out a hurried “excuse me” before leaving in a rush.

“Look what you did, you idiots” you sighed. Following Remus, you cast them one last glare.

You found him stood in the empty common room, banging his head against the wall. It almost made you laugh, but given the situation, you didn’t.

“Rem, it’s fine. I actual-”

He cut you off before you could tell him that you liked him back;

“It’s not fine, not at all. I completely ruined our friendship. I understand why you don’t like me back. No one would like a werewolf, I mean-”

“Remus”

“What?”

“I like you too”

“No, you don’t”

Now it was your turn to be confused;

“What do you mean? Of course I like you.”

“You’re just saying that because you feel bad for me”

“Would someone who only felt bad for you do this?”

You didn’t give him a chance to respond before taking two long steps and putting your lips on his. Your hands gripped his neck, but for a few seconds he didn’t kiss you back. Then, almost as if he finally understood that this was actually happening, his lips started moving in sync with yours. His hands found their way to your hips, as you tugged softly on his hair. You had both thought about just how perfect this moment would be, but you would have never imagined this. His body fit against your like it was made to be there, and you poured all your emotions into the kiss. Breaking away for air, he leaned his forehead against yours.

“Sirius was right”

“Huh?”

“I am bloody in love with you”

I’m sorry. This is pretty all over the place, but I have major writers block and this is the best it is gonna get. It’s also unedited, so I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes. This is for the anon who requested a Remus imagine with a silver fox animagus, I hope it turned out okay xxx

anonymous asked:

You know that feeling after you go to the [insert city name here] Symphony and you're on your way home and the music is lingering a bit in your head and little wisps of it ring in your ear and you're hesitant to break that silence and exit that hazy dreamlike state by listening to other music because the next piece you hear feels like it has to mean something because what you just listened to was so special? Or is that just me?

that’s all of us my dude

A Life Sentence

Prompt by anonymous on tumblr: I think it could be cute if you wrote about them having a conversation soon after he regains his princely form, where they each talk about what they were thinking of each other and the circumstances when certain key moments in the story happened, and how each was so concerned for the other but also kind of wondering what on earth the other was thinking, etc. Haha, I’m sorry, I’m not expressing myself very clearly, but if you want you could try to do something with that…?  

A/N: Thank you, dear Anon! Sorry it took me awhile to finally write this. I so appreciate this prompt. I’m not sure if this is quite what you had in mind, but I hope you like the tangential path where my muse led me. Enjoy!

Also available: on AO3
Word Count: 4.8k

xxx

Belle finds him in the library…their library.

He’s leaning back in his usual reading chair, his feet unceremoniously propped atop the desk in front of him, as he studiously pores over one of the larger books in the collection that he’s determined to finish.

She has to bite her bottom lip to keep herself from giggling at that wonderfully adorable little furrow between his eyebrows already in place. He’s so deep in concentration, completely oblivious to her presence as she tip-toes a little closer. Like the morning she found him in the rose garden reading about King Arthur, it’s easy and natural to be playful with him. And lately, particularly during quieter moments like this, he seems almost childlike, so full of wonder and open to a world he’s been isolated from for too long.

She understands that yearning completely.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do Hinata trying to make up to Corrin for being reckless in battle and getting himself injured? Only if you want to of course.

(Want to change the name? Use this!)

Everyone noticed how down Hinata was. His head was on the table, his topknot dipping into his dinner. Oboro watched her friend groan and moan and looking totally depressed.

“I’m guessing something awful happened. I’ve never seen you this depressed before in my life.” She quirked an eyebrow, resting her cheek in her hand. “Did Lord Takumi retire you from service?”

“Nooo…” Hinata’s voice was muffled before he raised his head, revealing the gash along his neck and shoulder. He didn’t seem bothered by the pain, rather the fact that his thoughts were totally focused on whatever was bugging him.

“You going to tell me what the problem is?” She questioned. Hinata sighed heavily, turning his gaze to the table a few rows away. The mess hall was chock full of people, but even with all the soldiers she could pick out your rigid shoulders, completely ignoring the sorrowful gaze of your husband.

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sora-goofy-donald  asked:

What about a prompto fluff where he's feeling super insecure/worthless and his s/o cheers him up by kissing his freckles/stretch marks and a tickle war

Eeeeeeeeeep, I love this~ <3 Prompto is precious child. I must love and protect him at all costs for forever. <3 <3 <3

I’m going to write this as a one-shot since it’s a single character request! <3

This one did take a bit of a turn from the original request… but I still like how it turned out overall :) I hope you like it!!!!

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anonymous asked:

Hey! Could you write a little thing about what the bands kisses taste like? (Ngl it sounds a bit weird but idk it could be cute ahah) btw I love your blog sm I could read your imagines all day.

(Awe thank you, angel! You’re too precious!)

2D: 2D kisses would often taste faintly of cigarettes but they were so delicate, it took you a while to discover what the taste was. When you two went out on the town, he’d wear his special cologne. It was intoxicating and when it mixed with the small taste of cigarettes, your head spun. Your favorite time to kiss him was first thing in the morning. That’s the only time you could taste 2D’s natural flavor before the events of the day contaminated his lips.

Murdoc: Murdoc almost always tasted like alcohol. You could literally get drunk from his kisses, but it was worth it. His lips were always pleasantly warm, but he could get rough. His drunken kisses would get sloppy but still made you feel the fireworks.

Noodle: Noodle’s kisses were soft but full of passion, even if they were quick. She always tasted minty, even if she hadn’t been chewing gum. The mint mixed her natural flavor made you feel high. You could kiss her sweet lips all day.

 

Russel: Russel’s lips were rough but he still managed to kiss you so sweetly. His kisses were angelic and tasted like his natural musk. It wasn’t a bad taste, it was earthy and kept you wanting more.

Please consider Maine and Wash’s primary form of affection is them knocking their helmets together. That’s it. All suited up and ready to get dropped and because of their height difference either Maine slouches a few inches to nudge Wash a few times or Wash strains on his tip-toes until his head makes a thunk against Maine’s. It started as a bit of a joke but they ended up really liking it and sometimes Maine makes a special effort to get their visors to collide because it makes a weird squeegee noise that Wash thinks is hilarious.