always guiding the love of his life

boyfriend!tom and your public relationship

-ok so tom sucks at keeping secrets but somehow would manage to keep your relationship under wraps until you plus his team decide its ok to talk about

-he would not hide anything after that like would just answer so many random questions about you and would end up sharing super random facts about you in interviews

-”tom why would you tell people this” not like in a mad way but just in a you-are-so-weird-for-talking-about-this way. “tom this has 8 million views on youtube are you kidding”

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“I embarked on a journey that I did not know when I was going to end, I traveled the world alone with the company of my thoughts, I met people who were only like specks of dust in my life.

Your obstinacy brought me back. I came back because of you, because you never surrendered to me, because you always loved me like the first day.

I was an imbecile who did not see beyond, who hid his feelings behind dark masks and aggressive words. As much as my soul shouted at me, I never looked back and continued on that path.

Sakura, you were my light, the one that guided me out of that life. Thanks to you, I discovered what it is like to need someone to hurt. Thanks to you I understood that it was to worry about people with whom you did not share blood ties. For you I learned to dream, to feel, to love.

Thanks to you I discovered what it is to be happy. ”


Sometimes Cas just talks.

Dean thinks it might be a side-affect of Falling–that after losing the hugeness of a Grace, there’s too much experience and knowledge to keep it all bottled up.

Well, that, and humans generally like to tell stories.

So Dean listens. And in the early hours of the morning, when he closes his eyes after a roll in the hay, Castiel paints the night sky of the Sahara desert across his eyelids, speaking lowly of the cold and heat and the people who live there. 

Cas talks about Spain, and Paris, and Pangaea. About Australia before it was Australia. About Chile. Lebanon. Malawi.

“What’s your favorite place?” Dean asks one night.

Cas says, “Iceland.”

It’s not what Dean is expecting.

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quietly-quite-quaint  asked:

hello fellow hufflepuff! do you have any recs that feature lots of magical theory and/or cool adaptations to 'classical' magic? I love reading about people's interpretations of jkr's magic and taking it a step further.

Hi there Hufflepuff friend!!

YES I DO. This is one of my favorite themes! I’m very interested in magical theory and all the incredibly fascinating & creative ideas people come up with. 

Drarry + magical theory 

All Our Secrets Laid Bare by firethesound (149k)
Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.
(I feel like this is the mother of magical theory fic, what with the really interesting work on dismantling Death Eater safe houses, the descriptions of Harry’s wild powerful magic vs Draco’s very controlled magic, WANDLESS magic, magical tattoos, and the everyday work and practices of the Auror force.)

and Hope to Die by olimakiella (24k)
Strategically placed pieces of Wizarding artwork are going missing in the United Kingdom. Only, when the dots are connected to a darker plot, Harry learns that there are classified places in the Ministry that only few people get to see. And just what the hell is the Centre of Magical Intelligence anyway?
(I LOVE the idea of Draco running his own department that deals with creating and managing magical inventions and spells for the Ministry. He has a sentient ball of blue light named Blue following him around. Lots of cool things.)

Chaos Theory by Tessa Crowley (102k)
Chaos: when the present determines the future, but the approximate present does not approximately determine the future. One gene varies, one neuron fires, one butterfly flaps its wings, and Draco Malfoy’s life is completely different. Draco has always found a certain comfort in chaos. Perhaps he shouldn’t.
(Clever and brilliant are both words that accurately describe this fic. Advanced physics, chaos theory, strange attractors, mathematics, and so on, used in a magical context. The Imperius Curse… oh, and this fic will ruin your life.)

Reparations by Sara’s Girl (87k)
Harry is about to discover that the steepest learning curve comes after Healer training, and that second chances can be found in unexpected places.
(This fic is amazing in every way there is, but it also has some very cool magical theory and world-building. Namely lot of content about Healers, medical procedures, work at St Mungos, magical drugs and the treatment of addiction.)

Azoth by zeitgeistic (88k)
Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for 8th year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.
(Harry and Draco attempt to make a Philosopher’s Stone as a final project for their apprenticeships, which is super interesting. Alchemy, Animagi, advanced Potions studies, details on higher education in the magical world, and so on.)

A Thousand Beautiful Things by geoviki (104k)
Draco Malfoy struggles with changed fortunes, shifted alliances, an ugly war, and an unusual spell, with the help of a concerned professor, an insightful house-elf, and an unexpected Gryffindor friend.
(A war and post-war fic with lots and lots of great interpretations. More about Legilimency, a certain heartbreaking Spanish curse, how to handle Obliviate, as well as a very good take on Lucius Malfoy’s fanatic interest in dark magic.)

Eternally Consistent by kitsunealyc (44k)
Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter assumed they would never be anything but civil enemies, until Potter lands on Malfoy’s doorstep, bleeding, covered in curses, and acting very strangely indeed.
(Unbreakable!Draco who makes “paradox his bitch”, works with advanced physics and Arithmancy, lots of interesting things there, and time-travelling!)

House Proud by astolat (23k)
His house liked Draco Malfoy more than him.
(This author is excellent with the creative details, and this fic is my favorite of theirs. I love the insight on pureblood traditions and most especially pureblood family houses and they magic they hold. Harry moves into Grimmauld Place and the house deteriorates in protest, while it adores the ground Draco walks on.)

Secrets by Vorabiza (411k)
Beginning with Draco’s unexpected arrival at the Dursleys, Harry’s summer after sixth year becomes filled with activity and many secrets. As his summer progresses, Harry generates several unexpected allies as he finds himself actively becoming the leader of the Light side.
(Alternate version of the seventh book written before the book was released, so this has all kinds of interesting interpretations on Horcruxes, Parseltongue, defensive magic including the Interseptum spell, invisibility cloaks, house elf magic, the Chamber of Secrets, the DADA teaching position curse etc.)

Harry Potter and the Sentinel Phenomenon by elyssblair (122k)
Everything changes the summer after fifth year. Draco refuses to take the Dark Mark and must deal with leaving behind the life, friends and family he’s always known.The Dursley’s abandon Harry alone in the woods for a week, triggering his Sentinel gifts and leaving him hurting and in need of a Guide. Can two rivals put aside five years worth of antagonism in order to work together to save Hogwarts and each other?
(I’ve read this one so many times, because the love story is beautiful and the magic oh-so-fascinating. The writing isn’t its strongest point, but if you can look past that, it’s very worth it. Sentinel/guide AU, shamanism, souls wandering through different dimensions, soul bonds, all these super cool things.)

The Fall of the Veils by lettered (60k) 
This is the fic where Muggles find out about wizards, wars are fought, Apparition is abolished, political conspiracies abound, Draco is asexual, and Harry has Legilimency sex with him.
(I can’t properly put into words how much this fic breaks my heart, but it’s also really really interesting. This is the veils falling and wizardkind and magic being exposed to careless muggles. Theory on how magic actually works, details on Apparition and how to “disable” it, how muggle technology can imitate and influence magic, including wands. Lots of intriguing ideas.)


Transfigurations by resonant (40k)
Five years after Voldemort’s defeat, Harry returns to England to help re-open Hogwarts.
(This fic has some of the most fascinating magical theory I’ve come across, it has stayed with me for YEARS. There are traps and curses all over Hogwarts since the war and they are trying to get rid of them. We are introduced to AMAZING things such as the magic behind the Dark Marks, calligromancy, and synergy spells, as well as some cool details about spell pronunciation. I’m putting this as a bonus though since the fic unfortunately isn’t to my taste aside from the magical theory part. But to each their own, and it’s a bit of a classic I guess.)

Epic Movie (Re)Watch #94 - The Book of Life

Spoilers below.

Have I seen it before: Yes.

Did I like it then: Yes.

Do I remember it: Yes.

Did I see it in theaters: Yes.

Was it a movie I saw since August 22nd, 2009: Yes. #325.

Format: Blu-ray.

1) I watched this about a week ago - on the actual Day of the Dead - but didn’t have time to write it because I live in Chicago and the Cubs won their first World Series in 108 years. So my priorities were a little different than usual.

2) Anyone here a fan of “El Tigre”?

Originally posted by fire-miracle

Well the creator of that show - Jorge R. Gutierrez - was the writer/director of this film! Some El Tigre characters even cameo in the film’s opening, but you have to REALLY look for them.

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3) The framing device of this film (a bunch of kids at a museum being told a story) is a classic fairytale/magical realism device that can be found in films such as Big Fish. It also gives the film a plot driven reason for it’s unique animation style (the characters looking like wooden figures).

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4) This film has some really great humor.

Vendor Boy: “Churros! Churros! (A bird poops on the churros.) Frosted churros!”

5) I will talk about La Muerte and Xibalba as individual characters in just a second, but for now I want to focus on their relationship.

Originally posted by gifsbyrosie

I’m not overly familiar with Day of the Dead lore outside of this film, but I think the idea of having the ruler of The Land of the Remembered (La Muerte, everything good and wonderful in the world) and the ruler of the Land of the Forgotten (Xibalba, everything that is negative in the world) be lovers is a great idea. Their relationship is tense, volatile, and can be filled with conflict, but never is it abusive. Never is it hateful. You always get a great sense of love between these two and that’s what makes it work.

6) Ron Perlman as Xibalba.

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These two wouldn’t work so well together if they couldn’t stand on their own as characters. And the work so well in that field because of equal parts writing, character design, and voice over work. Ron Perlman is a regular collaborator of Guillermo Del Toro’s, the executive producer on this film, and has worked in a number of animated project before (including VP Lancer in “Danny Phantom” and Clayface in “Batman: The Animated Series”). Perlman brings a roguish charm to all his characters, even when it’s just his voice. He’s interesting, rough, and just likable! And he makes Xibalba all those things. You’re never particularly rooting against him, even though he’s technically the villain. You’re just entranced whenever he’s on screen.

7) Kate del Castillo as La Muerte.

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American audiences are not as familiar with Kate del Castillo as they are with Ron Perlman, although she is one of Mexico’s most acclaimed popular actresses. As Perlman does with Xibalba, Castillo brings genuine charm, likability, and charisma to La Muerte. As well as an added fierceness that lets you know this undead ruler can keep her own when head-to-head with her darker lover. You definitely get the vibe that La Muerte is the more dangerous of these two but also the kinder, and so much of that relies on Castillo’s performance.

8) Manolo, Maria, and Joaquin.

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We first meet these characters and get a sense of their relationship as children, and it’s great. Yes Manolo and Joaquin both love Maria, but they’re friends first. ALL of them are friends! Later in the film Joaquin and Manolo remain friends even when vying for Maria’s affections, and they are friends with Maria before they are lovers. And I think it’s driven home by this statement from Maria as a child:

Maria [after Manolo and Joaquin fight over who’s she is]: “I belong to no one!”

They don’t belong to each other, they chose to be friends. They chose to be with together because they genuinely like each other. I love that.

9) A huge theme of this film is also seen in Maria’s, “I belong to no one!” line and that is the theme of being true to yourself.

Both Joaquin and Manolo have huge shadows they live in (a line which is actually uttered by Joaquin later): Joaquin’s dead father was a great war hero and Manolo’s father pushes him to be a bullfighter like all the men in their family have been. It makes for a unique conflict and a great message to kids of all ages: be yourself.

10) Maria as a character.

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You get a real sense of Maria as a character when we first meet her. Not only does she have the wonderful line, “I belong to no one!” but she also shows her placement of morality over societal values by freeing animals slated for slaughter. Her father sends her off to a convent to become, “a proper lady,” but…it doesn’t really work. At least, she doesn’t become his definition of proper. She is loving, kind, sweet, but fiercely independent and someone who follows her heart above all else. Zoe Saldana voices Maria, and breathes such wonderful life into the character you forget she’s acting. Everything about Maria just feel so real it’s amazing.

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11) The decision to compose the film’s soundtrack from popular music recorded specifically for the movie (the mariachi version of “I Will Wait For You” being the earliest example) as well as original songs composed by Paul Williams is a great one. The copyrighted songs never feel out of place and don’t distract from the plot, instead playing perfectly into the emotion of the scene. And the original songs are made for the moments which are purely story and pure character, so they could not possibly be represented by something which was already written because this story hasn’t existed before.

12) Manolo!

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All the characters in this film are written with such life and depth that lead character Manolo couldn’t POSSIBLY be an exception. He has skills as a bullfighter, but is deeply conflicted by his duty to his family and his duty to his heart. But it’s all guided by love, something with is illustrated by the inscription on his guitar (a gift from Maria, nonetheless): “Always play from the heart.” It is Manolo’s defining characteristic and defining struggle: that he wants to be himself, not his father or anyone else.

Diego Luna just…ugh! So I’ve seen Luna in small roles before (The Terminal, Elysium) but this film makes me a HUGE fan of his! I’m really looking forward to his role in Rogue One BECAUSE I loved his performance in this film so much. Manolo sings more than any other character in the film, and Luna infuses each song with such sincerity and warmth it is nearly impossible not to fall in love with his performance as Manolo. And he treats each line of dialogue the same. Like Saldana as Maria, you don’t feel like you’re listening to an actor. You’re listening to Manolo.

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13) Grandma is hysterical.

Grandma Sanchez [after Manolo refuses to kill a bull]: “Kids today, with their long hair and no killing stuff.”

Grandma Sanchez [after Manolo’s father says everyone in their family was a great bullfighter]:

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She doesn’t have many lines but very nicely embodies the film’s wonderful characters and humor.

14) Manolo’s Father, Carlos.

I have seriously MIXED feelings about Carlos, and I think you’re supposed to. He shows a genuine desire to do the best for his son, he just doesn’t actually KNOW what’s best for his son. He pressures him into being a bull fighter because it’s the Sanchez way, and when Manolo expresses dissatisfaction with this his father shames him into doing it.

Carlos [to convince Manolo to be a bullfighter]: “Don’t you LOVE your family?”

(GIF source unknown [if this is your GIF please let me know].)

(PS, I find this line to be the sign of an abusive relationship but maybe that’s just me.)

BUT Carlos has genuine moments of love with his son. He encourages him to tell Maria how he feels, he comforts him when he’s missing his dead mother, he actually LOVES Manolo. Hector Elizondo’s performance and the writing gets this across in a great way, and I think the film is better for it.

15) Channing Tatum as Joaquin.

Originally posted by fwankcastles

I do have to say of the trio of friends, Channing Tatum’s Joaquin is probably the weakest link. BUT that’s like calling one of The Lord of the Rings movies the worst in the trilogy: it was still nominated for best picture! I think it’s definitely because you know Joaquin is the third wheel, you know that Maria loves Manolo, and so it’s hard to get behind it. And you just can see that although they’re great as friends they wouldn’t make a good couple (despite Joaquin’s hopes to the contrary).

It would’ve been easy to write Joaquin as a jerk. And although he can be a bit pig headed here and there, you understand that he’s a genuinely good friend who truly cares for Maria (even though they’re not a great fit). Tatum brings a lot of this to the role, and even though I believe he’s the only non-Hispanic actor playing a decidedly Hispanic character (Ron Perlman gets a pass because Xibalba is an otherworldly creature) he has the same warmth and sincerity as Luna and Saldana have. It’s a nice way to round out the trio of friends.

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16) I can’t tell if this joke is stupid or hysterical.

Pepe [when he and his brothers are in danger]: “I’m allergic to dying!”

Pancho: “Especially in the face!”

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17) Joaquin’s biggest failing is probably that he buys too much into societal values, and his society’s values are…sexist. He is surprised that Maria reads, expects her to be a doting housewife (as all the high up men do), and that’s not what his heart wants it’s what he thinks should be.

18) “I Love You Too Much”.

Originally posted by odazais

This is the song Manolo sings to express his feelings for Maria, and it’s beautiful. Paul Williams has crafted a quiet, loving melody which pulls at your heartstrings and is sung beautifully by Diego Luna. I think it’s my favorite song in the film and one of the best love songs I’ve ever heard.

19) Maria is awesome, if that hasn’t been made clear already.

Maria [stopping a kiss after Manolo’s song]: “Did you think it was going to be that easy?”

She’s not the girl who falls head over heels for someone just because they sang to hear. It’s appreciated, but there needs to be more than that. I love it!

20) This film never subscribes to storied cliches. It’s not like Manolo can’t be an idiot too, as noted when he and Joaquin start to fight over Maria (which she has shown to never truly appreciate).

Originally posted by lolitajohnadams

Maria: “You two are acting like fools.”

Manolo: “Wait, me too?”

You mean me, the nice guy romantic lead, is actually making a mistake? What kind of movie is this? (Hint: a great one.)

21) How long must it have taken to put out all those candles?

Originally posted by mariaymanolo

It shows devotion on Manolo’s part. As will the rest of the film, honestly.

22) One of the conflicts in this movie that gets me going the most is how unfair everyone is to Manolo. When they were children he stopped a wild boar from hurting people, but Joaquin got credit because he saved the mayor. As adults he’s ready to fight off bandits without a magic medal, but Joaquin gets credit because he does fight them off WITH a magic medal which protects him from harm. And when Maria dies from a snake bite everyone blames him. He’s not the snake! He didn’t bite her! So bug off!

23) My brother and I laughed so hard after we heard this line:

Student [after Manolo dies]: “What is it with Mexicans and death!?”

The only reason that line isn’t racist is because it was written by a Mexican in a film directed by a Mexican which is produced by a Mexican. So it’s okay to laugh.

24) The Land of the Remembered!

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Originally posted by lolitajohnadams

The Land of the Remembered is when this film’s visual style really takes off. Gutierrez’s imagination and the animation department’s skill bleeds through every scene in this wonderful place and it really pulls you into it’s world magnificently.

25) I mentioned in my Nightmare Before Christmas recap that Burton and company did a good job of establishing minor character with small introductions, and The Book of Life (although not Burton) follows in that tradition when we meet Manolo’s family.

Each family member - from the brutish Carmelo (voiced by the film’s director) to grandpa Luis (voiced by Danny Trejo) - is given a unique character with just a few seconds of screen time and dialogue which carries through until the end of the film. It works wonderfully.

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26) This freaking line, after Jorge is established as wanting to have been a singer.

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Manolo [after the two laugh about it]: “They crushed our dreams. Hilarious!”

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27) Manolo’s Mother.

(GIF originally posted by @lamuertes)

Immediately there is a difference in what is expected from Carmen Sanchez (his mom) and what there is.

Manolo: “And I became a bullfighter, just like you wanted.”

Carmen: “Me? Are you crazy?”

It turns out Manolo’s father saying his mother wanted that was…uh…wrong, to put it mildly. It’s a nice juxtaposition which establishes her as a character and not just a plot device.

28) Dude, I love this dialogue.

Xibalba [after Luis says La Muerte would never hand over her kingdom]: “She lost a bet.”

Luis: “Oh. She would do that.”

29) You get a lot of Manolo’s tender side and playing from the heart, but it’s easy to forget that he’s still a headstrong Sanchez boy. He still has the fierceness of a bull fighter, even if that’s not what he wants to do. And we see this particularly when Manolo threatens to expose Xibalba. That may not be the smartest move, but it is fierce.

30) Did I mention this dialogue and humor is awesome?

Luis [after his body is knocked away from his head]: “Hey, my arthritis is gone!”

31) The Candlemaker

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The Candlemaker rounds out the trio of immortals here, and falls in the middle. He is not about the Land of the Remembered or the Land of the Forgotten, he creates the candles (each candle representing a life). He is this big ball of happy childlike energy which is just fun to watch. And who’d they get to place this super upbeat and positive guy with hope and optimism dripping from him?

Originally posted by hiphop-community

It’s a nice change of pace from Ice Cube’s more hardboiled characters to see him play such a wonder filled creature, and to do it so well too! His voice work stands up there with the rest of the cast in that you never think you’re listening to Ice Cube, you’re just watching the Candlemaker. It’s great.


  • Maria’s fierceness has been established above.
  • La Muerte getting pissed when she finds out Xibalba cheated on the beat is fierce!

Originally posted by jeunetrentenaire

It’s a lot of fun to watch.

33) The final fight before Manolo can return to the land of the living is born from a wager he makes with Xibalba (he’ll face whatever challenge is thrown his way and win).

Xibalba: “What, do tell, is your worst fear?”

And then we get this:

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But it turns out his greatest fear isn’t killing the bull, it’s being true to himself. This ties into what I mentioned earlier: Manolo’s defining characteristic and his struggle are the same in that he wants to be himself. And we get a wonderful song to tie it up, of the same quality as “I Love You Too Much” and it is simply called “The Apology Song”. (Manolo’s father, who’s dead at this point, said that a Sanchez never apologies but after the fight is incredibly proud of his son.) It’s a nice character climax for Manolo before we get the final fight of the film.

34) When you have no idea this is coming, it’s the funniest line in the film.

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(GIFs originally posted by @museelo)

35) I give massive credit to the filmmakers for the way they handled Joaquin. He and Maria are set to be married now that Manolo is dead, and he knows Maria doesn’t want it so he’s about to talk to her about it before the town is attacked by bandits. Joaquin could have easily been some Gaston type but instead we got a sincere, honest character who deepens the conflict of the film.

36) This freaking movie…

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37) The entire final fight of the film is wildly fun to watch.

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It’s well paced, well choreographed, brings in all the characters we’ve met so far (living and dead), gives us a nice “dance” with Manolo and Maria, is filled with nice character moments, good humor, and has Joaquin decide he’s going to be his own man and try to sacrifice himself for his friends (it doesn’t work, he survives). It’s a great climax to the film.

38) “No Matter Where You Are”, the final song in the film, is a great ball of energy and love. But more than that, it let me know something I didn’t before…

Zoe Saldana can REALLY sing!

Originally posted by lghtmgnt

Just thought I’d share.

39) The final reveal, that Christina Applegate’s tour guide and the security guard are really La Muerte and Xibalba, is in classic tradition of magical realism and fairytale stories. It’s a nice ending to the film.

Originally posted by good-goodbye

The Book of Life is great, and truly under appreciated. It’s representation of Mexican culture is unique in the animated film landscape, and gives the film a unique visual and musical style. The acting is topnotch, and you can feel through the writing/directing/character animation that it is truly a labor of love for all those involved. A great film which everyone should see.

Up next: Alice in Wonderland (1951)


Roman Godfrey x Reader

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Roman opens up to Y/N

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“ Ah,ah, ah “ Y/N took the cigarette from Roman’s lips and shut it off in his drink. Roman sighed. “You know the rules, no smoking when Nadia is around, she’s a baby Roman, your baby.” He rolled his eyes, but he knew she was right. Every time he wanted to smoke  and Nadia was around he would go to another room or outside, but sometimes he just forgot the “not smoking in front of Nadia rule”, and this was one of those times.

“She’s an upir baby…and it was really necessarily to shut it off in my drink? ” He looked down at his drink, he would take the cigarette out of there and keep drinking, but he knew it would disgust Y/N more than it would disgust himself  .Y/N moved around the kitchen with Nadia in her arms, looking for her food, she found it, it was on the top place, where she could not reach it. She let Nadia on her chair and stood on her tip toes trying to get the baby’s food.

“Yes, well she’s still a baby. Upir or  not we have to take care of her. Umm…Roman, could you please take the baby’s food, I cannot reach it.”  It annoyed Y/N every time that Roman put the things out of her reach knowing that she would struggle with it and he would be the only one that could get them. She was not a short person, Roman was just a giant.

“What would you do without me?” He smirked getting up from the couch and going to help Y/N.

“I think the question is what would Roman Godfrey do without me? Like seriously, I help you with Nadia, I love her like she was my own.” She looked down at the smiling baby in the chair. 

In a short time Roman was beside her, towering over her with Nadia’s food in his hand. His eyes were on her, without taking his green eyes of her he let the food on the kitchen counter.His body moved closer to hers and his arms went around her waist, making the space between the two of them practically non existent.

“ You are right, I’d be lost without you and Nadia too. I want you to know that I’m really grateful, not just for helping me out, but for being in my life.” His voice came out a whisper. She just stood there, between his arms, feeling home, with a smile on her features.

Roman gave her a quick kiss on the lips, knowing that every time he and Y/N kissed in front of Nadia she would start making noise for them to get away from each other and pay attention to her. Even though it was a short kiss, Nadia started mumbling, making the two of them look at her.

“Ok,ok, I’ll get away from her, she’s all yours Nadia.” Y/N laughed at his words. Roman went to his daughter and picked her up. “At least till you go to sleep.” He winked at Y/N, making her soft cheeks redden.

“ Wich by the way should have been fifteen minutes ago.”She took the little girl from her comfortable dad’s arms and the baby whined “Alright Naida, I’ll let you with your father, he’s the one that’s going to take care of you tonight…” she started walking backwards slowly” and I’m going to take a very relaxing bath.”And she ran up stairs before  Roman could complain.

“It looks that is just you and me tonight.” Roman kissed his daughters cheek earning a smile from the little one.

He gave one last smoke to the cigarette at the hearing of the bathroom door opening,after a few seconds she was in their room, wearing just one of his t-shirts as pajama. She always said that his clothes were the best as pajamas for her. His beautiful green eyes were on her every move.

Roman loved everything about her, from the way she titled her head to the right when she was confused to the beautiful and awkward sound of her laugh.

“How was your very relaxing bath?” Y/N opened one of the drawers and pulled out a pair of black socks, her feet were always so cold.

“Mhm…how could I say it?…Very relaxing.” The bed sunk down a little by the weight of her body, Roman´s head turned to her, she was giving him the back.”How was it with Nadia?” quickly she put the socks on and before she could lay down on the bed, Roman had already his arms wrapped around her and his head resting on her shoulder.

“Good, she fell asleep really quick, I should spend more time with her.” Y/N looked over her shoulder, encountering the boy’s beautiful features.

“Yes you should, you are her dad after all.” Her lips went to his nose and kissed the top of it. “Now, would you please let go of me for a little bit, so I can get in bed properly?” Roman unwrapped his arms from Y/N’s body, moving to his side of the bed.Even tough the right side was his side of the bed, when it came to sleeping he would always sleep as close as possible to her, always wanting to have her between his arms. Even when they argued and went to bed giving the backs to each other, he would eventually get close to her and hug her or wake up having her between his arms. It was just impossible for him to get away from her, he needed her so much, in much more than one way.

“C’me here.” Y/N listened to Roman and sat on his lap. Automatically his hands went to her figure, making sure to feel her every curve. “ You know I really meant it, what I said before. I’m really grateful for you…God you and Nadia are the best things in my life, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you two.”the tears started falling from her eyes, they were not of sadness,they were of joy, happiness.She just kept quiet listening to his words. “You have been by my side from the beginning, trough everything, every damn thing I’ve done, good or bad, you’ve been there. And I know I’m a fucking pain in the ass most of the time…” a little smile formed on her face, Roman’s eyes were focused on her. “And I know it’s not easy to deal with me, with my life, with Nadia, especially since you are not her mother, but I’m telling you, when she grows up she will call you mom.”

“Roman no-” But her words were cut off by him.

“We both know you are not her biological mother, but you are the mother that she knows, the one that’s raising her, the one that loves and cares for her.” He hold Y/N face between his hands, taking some of the tears off with his thumb.”I’m so fucking grateful and happy for having you in my life. I’m gonna tell you something, this…treatment thing I’m doing to be human again it’s not just because I hate being this thing, being like Olivia,” his voice always filled with anger when it came to his mother, if he could even call her that “it’s also because I could not bear my life without you, not now, not tomorrow, not ever.” Her eyes met with his, unable to say a word, not knowing how to express herself. Y/N took Roman’s hand in hers and guided it to her chest, were her heart was.

“This, this is yours Roman, it will always be, it always has and I promise I will never leave you or Nadia, never. You mean too much to me to do such a thing.” Her forehead rested on his.

“Have I ever told you I love you?” Roman left a trail of kisses from her cheek to her neck.

“A few times.” She answered.

“Well…it’s true, I love you.” His lips now on hers.

“I love you too, Roman.” The kiss started being a more passionate one. Just when Roman started getting his hands under her shirt, caressing the skin under it, Nadia’s cries stopped them.

“I swear she sometimes somehow knows what we are doing and does this on propose.” Roman  groaned, earning a laugh from the girl, that got off him to let him go to his daughter’s room. A few minutes after Roman entered the room wit a red faced Nadia in his arms.

“Hey baby!” Nadia put her arms out for Y/N to pick her, Roman carefully let the little girl in her arms. “I think she should sleep with us tonight.” Nadia rested her head in Y/N’s chest, her eyes closed and soon after she was asleep, laying between Y/N’s arms, while Roman hugged them both, in a protecting way, in a loving way.

Just him and his two favorite girls, he could not ask for something better. 


I’m flipping through this mega man robot guide and the Plug Man Lore has instantly made me love him almost as much as Napalm Man. This chunky robo nugget literally just works at a TV factory and chats about nerd shit with his pals at akihabara on his days off.

Like he was always sorta goofy looking and nonthreatening but now that I know he’s just a big dweeb working an extremely mundane factory job a human could probably do just as well (he literally just inspects tvs as they come off the line) he’s almost unbearably lovable. Does he just live a normal life? Does plug man just come home to a normal apartment after a long day of TV inspection and chat with his friends online? I want to know more about Plug Man’s relaxed and ordinary life. I would literally watch a slice of life show about a robot capable of producing tons of electricity who just leads an ordinary and pleasant existence.

Once Upon a Time bosses tease what's next after Belle reveal

Once Upon a Time bid farewell to Belle in an emotional hour that offered quite a few answers to old and new burning questions.

In flashback, the episode followed Rumple (Robert Carlyle) and Belle (Emilie de Ravin) as they set out to see the world, with Belle eventually uncovering a prophecy that would allow Rumple to become mortal and grow old with her. After moving to the edge of realms, where time moves differently, the duo live out their lives, with Belle growing old and eventually dying. But before she does, she reveals to Rumple that she purposefully misinterpreted the prophecy — it’s actually her death that will show Rumple the path that will eventually free him from being the Dark One. Rumple realizes that once he passes the dagger on to the mysterious Guardian, he will finally be able to rest and can be reunited with Belle.

Meanwhile, in Hyperion Heights, Rumple comes across Tilly (Rose Reynolds), who viewers not only learn is the LGBT character, but also find out that she’s awake from the curse. She takes pills to keep her under, but she’s off those pills and Victoria tasks Weaver with getting her back under. In a bid to get Weaver to remember who he is, an awake Alice shoots him, knowing that he’d survive since he’s immortal. But when he appears to die, Tilly takes her pills once again and goes back under. Weaver does survive, however, and it appears that he’s now awake. What’s next? EW turned to executive producers Adam Horowitz and Edward Kitsis to get the scoop:

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: First off, this was definitely your take on Up, right?
EDWARD KITSIS: It’s definitely inspired by it. It really came from this place of the immortality. We said, “What if we did Up meets Benjamin Button with RumBelle?” What we really liked is at the end of last year, we wanted to feel like they lived a whole life. Yeah, that Up montage, very few things have inspired us like that.

Why did you guys decide to ultimately have Belle die? And is there any chance she could return in the future, considering the prophecy?
ADAM HOROWITZ: We don’t look at this as killing Belle, in the sense of what we really wanted to do was preserve their happy ending from last year and show that they lived the ultimate happy life together.
KITSIS: What it really comes down to is the reason we did this — it’s hard to say why we did this, but I can say in Rumple’s journey now we realize what he’s doing, he’s trying to get back to her and resist the darkness. Once again, he has to choose love over power to be with the person who was always there to guide him when that person is gone. That’s his struggle for the year. For us, we wanted to see Rumple’s battle. Also, it was like a man who spent hundreds and hundreds of years as an immortal and never wanting to age and get older, and he learned the lesson from Belle that life is only important because you only have one.

What does his hunt for the Guardian look like moving forward? Is there anything you can tease about who may be the Guardian?
KITSIS: We’re treating it like the search of a new Dalai Lama. There’s a few candidates and we’re just not quite sure which one it is yet.
HOROWITZ: We’re sure, but the audience isn’t sure. Now hopefully the audience feels invested in what Weaver’s driving force is for the rest of the season.

Rumple is doing this without the person who has been his guiding light, so will he struggle in walking that fine line of being good while finding the Guardian?
KITSIS: Yeah, he’s definitely going to be tested. He will be continually tested throughout the year.

When the prophecy says that the Dark One will finally be able to rest, does that mean Rumple has to die to be reunited with Belle?
KITSIS: That is what was said.

It looks like Rumple is awake, so what’s his next move?
KITSIS: It’s exactly that, which is Rumple is always clever and finds a loophole. Definitely at the end of this, he’s very much awake. He’s very much dedicated to his goal of finding the Guardian and reuniting with Belle, and that’s going to be driving him in every episode. In the same respect, I think he has great affection for Alice, as we saw in the episode. There’s a very father-figure-like relationship between the two of them.

It’s interesting that you bring that up because Wish Realm Hook had mentioned playing chess with his missing daughter, and now we see Rogers playing chess with Tilly. Is this your first clue to the viewers that Alice may be Hook’s daughter?
KITSIS: I can’t confirm or deny, but I’d say you certainly seem perceptive.

What’s next for the relationship between Tilly and Rogers?
KITSIS: What you’re going to see is that Rogers is going to be continually searching for this missing girl case that is haunting him, which we know is his daughter. Tilly is going to be a great informant for him going forward, but definitely there will be some surprises along the way.

Are we going to get more into Tilly/Alice’s backstory soon and why she was the first one to be awake?
KITSIS: We are going to be getting into her backstory. We are going to get a snippet of why she’s awake in this moment before the curse in the winter finale, and then we are going to be doing much more of her and her flashbacks in the second half of the season. We have a really fun arc planned coming up.

That maybe includes going to Wonderland?
KITSIS: It absolutely includes going to Wonderland for an episode, but in a different way than you think. We really are excited about Alice, and Rose Reynolds who plays her, so we have a lot of fun stuff for Alice coming up, both in backstory and in Hyperion Heights. There’s going to be a fun love story for her coming up.

Yes, you slid in the tiniest mention that Tilly has an ex-girlfriend, so presumably this is the reveal that she’s the LGBT character you guys hinted at. Can you talk about why you decided to go with Alice and how you’ll be exploring that side of her in coming episodes?
HOROWITZ: That’s just who she is, and there’s going to be a love story and also non-love stories for her, just as we would with any other character.
KITSIS: She said it as just exactly that, “I had an ex-girlfriend,” no different than anyone else who speaks of their exes, and the love story that is coming up is just as epic as anyone we’ve done before. True love is true love.

Should we be worried about Ivy having feelings for Henry?
KITSIS: Yeah, I would. Henry is a really great guy and Ivy clearly spoke to him. The Henry we’ve met believes he’s lost his family, things are weird with Jacinda, and I think that Ivy said she has less baggage. We’re just going to have to see what happens moving forward. Henry very much right now has a crush on Jacinda, but he’s not quite sure what that means and is dealing with these cursed memories. Ivy is there to try and exploit that.


anonymous asked:

can you please recommend some books for people who want to become more positive and feel more lively about life please and thank you 😀

The power of now - always a good place to start 😇
The monk who sold his Ferrari - a very humbling book.
The lost teachings of Atlantis - a life changing book, as in you will have a whole new purpose in the world, you will realise the truth (which is both exhilarating and Herculean)
The Kybalion - if you like science and the laws of the universe
The Emerald Tablet of Thoth - if you like secret ancient text
The guide to being a ENFP - If you’re an ENFP
Rumi Poetry - I love that guy
Meister Eckhart
She - to understand what it means to be a woman; feminine energy; introverted self.
He - to understand what it means to be a man; masculine energy; extroverted self.
The Four Agreements - to understand how toxic negative energy is.
Don’t let anything dull your sparkle - to understand past trauma, to heal yourself, to remodel your brain chemical structure.
You Can Heal Your Life - read this book first to start you off on your positive journey.
The Shack - to be closer to God
The Interior Castle - you’ll understand once you read She.

anonymous asked:

How do you think Zuko asking for Hakoda's blessing would go? And do you think Iroh would sit down with Katara when he knew Zuko wanted to marry her? Sorry if that's been asked before, keep the dream alive. Long live Zutara

Hello you sweet, sweet soul!  (I’m convinced you’re the same anon who asked us those last two really thoughtful questions), I kinda live for asks and headcanons like this one. 

I love, love, LOVE the idea of Zuko asking Hakoda for his blessing! (I do have to clarify I think both men would do it out of tradition and respect but never because either of them think  Katara is their possession in any way, shape or form). I see absolutely no reason why the wedding talks wouldn’t go incredibly well with Hakoda– AND Sokka. You have to include Sokka always bc dang it, he earned his place and always took care of his sister and Zuko would understand that. 

But yeah, I can totally see Hakoda and his men taking Zuko iceberg dodging, hunting, drinking, and any other crazy activity they can come up with. I think they’d probably play a few pranks on Zuko too, but always careful never to cross the line and piss off Katara. If anything I think they’d do it all in good fun in order to welcome him into the tribe with open arms. 

But more importantly, think about Hakoda teaching and guiding Zuko how to carve Katara’s own betrothal necklace. Just let that image sink it.

Think about the nostalgia and the array of emotions cursing through Hakoda as he explains to Zuko the significance of every symbol, swirl and line he could possibly use in his necklace…

Imagine Hokada watching Zuko meticulously work to fabricate something so meaningful, so beautiful, and so different, it leaves no doubt in Hakoda’s mind exactly how much the fire lord loves and understands his daughter. His only daughter, one of the two things most precious to him. The daughter that has so much of her mother in her that it leaves him breathless sometimes. But Zuko would show him with every action of how deserving he is of having Katara’s hand simply because he loves and respects her, just as much as he can tell his daughter loves and respects him. In my mind there was never any doubt about Zuko earning the trust and respect of Hakoda and eventually, the rest of the whole tribe. Her people, and so by default, now his people as well (and vice-versa for Katara).

As for Iron talking to Katara I could also see that happening, but just with a different dynamic. I think Iroh would’ve realized how much his nephew came to care for the water bender even before Zuko did, and the same for Katara. He’d watch them pine after the other and play match maker, and when they finally got together, Iroh started planning the wedding because Iroh always knew, like us, these precious kids belonged together. 

So, when Zuko shows his uncle the ring he has chosen for Katara and tells him he will be asking the water bender master to be his wife, Iroh beams with happiness and hugs his nephew tightly, getting emotional in the process and ends up crying anyway although he had promised himself he wouldn’t. 

The old general then removes a small velvet box wrapped in golden silk from his nightstand and hands Zuko the box, telling him to open it. When Zuko opens the box he finds a beautiful and elegant golden bracelet with a pendant in the shape of a blooming fire-lily at the clasp. The delicate flower is encrusted in blood-red rubies and yellow sapphires; the expert craftsmanship undeniable.    

“This used to belong to your aunt, Lu Ten’s mother. She died in childbirth, years before you were born. I know you never met her, but I think you’d have liked her. I wanted to give the bracelet to Lu Ten, if he ever found a worthy wife….You are like a son to me, and no bride will ever be more deserving than your Katara, so….I’d like to give this to Katara, if you allow it.” 

(And so then Zuko is crying, and Iroh is crying, and I’m crying , and ya’ll crying, and we’re all suffering because ZUTARA.) 

Iroh invites Katara for tea a few days after her engagement to his nephew is announced. hugginh her like a daughter. He congratulates her, listens to Katara talk about her wedding plans and her home. She’ll miss it but she’ll travel back and forth, maintaining her duties as ambassador. Her father and brother, chief and heir, are more than capable of ruling her people. They laugh through tea, dumplings and cakes. He tells her about his son, and how his death led to the  adventure of a life-time and ultimately his awakening. And when he tells her about his deceased wife, the only woman he ever truly loved, he presents her with the fire-lily bracelet, telling her he’d be honored if she accepted it as a token of his gratitude and love for her and her husband-to-be. 

Katara hugs him like the second father he has been to her and Zuko, and kisses his cheek sweetly. 

“He wouldn’t be the man I love if you hadn’t been there for him, guiding him and loving him unconditionally like your own son. We both owe you a great deal.”

Katara wears the bracelet on her wedding day and every single day possible thereafter, always with pride and elegance. Always deserving of it. 

Keep the dream alive. Always. Zutara for life! 

BNHA AU where All Might is the single father of Izuku and Inko is the single Dorm Mother of Yuuei

  • Inko gave up Izuku for adoption because Hisashi walked out before he was born and she wanted to give him the best chance possible
  • All Might likes to go down to the orphanage to hang out with the kids as Toshinori because of charity and because he legit likes kids
  • He’s known Izuku since the day he came into the orphanage and they’ve bonded over years
  • Once Izuku found out he was Quirkless, Toshinori adopts him because he loves Izuku like a son already and wants to raise him as his own
  • Inko lives her life missing the son she’s never met but loves taking care of kids anyways (she’s always babysitting for the Bakugous even if their son is a little hellion)
  • Inko is the Head of the General Department at Yuuei because of just how good she is at miscellaneous things but is also extrememly good at guiding young people in the right direction
  • Inko takes the job as the Dorm Mother for Yuuei once it becomes apparent that she can handle Katsuki and the General Department
  • Inko met All Might before she met Toshinori, but she makes it a point to visit at least twice a week because he doesn’t know how to lead a group of students AT ALL
  • Inko meets All Might’s son Izuku during one of these meetings and adores him the moment she sets eyes on him
  • Izuku is shy towards Inko at first but finds it really easy to open up to her kindness and golden heart
  • They tag team to keep Toshinori as healthy as possible (”Midoriya-san, Dad is just really bad at remembering his meds and I’m in class so I can’t always be there, but if you could….” “I’ll make sure your father is well taken care of Izuku-kun, don’t you worry.”)
  • Izuku has been training to be like his dad since he was a kid, so he’s able to handle the force of One for All much easier but he never stops his love of analyzing other people’s quirks because that’s just how he is
  • Izuku doesn’t meet Katsuki until Yuuei but their rivals almost immediately anyways ( “I’m not losing to you just because you’re All Might’s kid!” “Good, I want you to lose to me because I’m me.”)

Basically I’m begging you to consider if All Might adopted Izuku straight from the beginning but Inko never knows what happened to the kid she gave up


  • “Wow Izuku, you really look like Midoriya-san, don’t you?” “You think so? I don’t really see it.”
Panic Cord (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 1

Panic Cord: You’re saved by a mysterious man by the name of Bucky Barnes.
A/N: This is my second story that I’ve been putting together. It’s not very smutty in the beginning, but there will be as it progresses (cuz I’m a slut for that smut) and I plan to have more than five parts to this one. (-: ENJOY YALL! -Delilah ❤
Warnings: Handicaps, Attempted sexual assault, violence.

People always used to tell you that seeing was believing. But that wasn’t exactly true when it came to you. You couldn’t see the wind, but you could feel it against your hair on a summer day. You couldn’t see the love your guide dog Alfie had for you, but you could hear it each time he let out a happy whimper as you rubbed his tummy. You sure as heck couldn’t see how good your grandma’s Christmas cookies looked, but you could when you smelled and tasted them. Life wasn’t about seeing for you because you were blind, but that never stopped you from taking on the world.

But sometimes accidents happened.

You and Alfie had just left your grandma’s apartment in Queens; it was far past sundown and despite her protests to stay, you left anyways. But now, you were starting to regret that decision. Alfie was trained to memorize all the usual routes you took, but you couldn’t help the feeling that you were being watched. Were you just being paranoid? That was a possibility.

But you had Alfie; no one would try to hurt a person with a husky, right?

The sound of wolf whistles behind you sent a shiver down your spine. Maybe they were just meant it towards someone else? It was New York, after all. There were eight million people here, what are the odds it was you? You were just being paranoid.

Straightening yourself up, you grabbed Alfie’s leash tighter in your hand and began walking faster. The sound of his paws hitting the pavement gave you a sense of security.

“Damn, baby! That’s a nice ass you got there!” A stranger shouted, followed by a chorus of whistles and shouts.

Oh no…

Suddenly, you felt your arm being grabbed and you were yanked away from Alfie. You tried to scream, but you were met with a slap to the face. Whoever this man was, he was far too strong for you to fight off.

“C'mon Mike, save some for the rest of us!”

You felt another pair of hands on your body,
grabbing your blouse and ripping the buttons off. You tried desperately to fight back but it was no use. You found it harder to breathe and you were growing lightheaded.

“Leave me alone!” You shouted, thrashing around in the stranger’s hold. This earned you a hand wrapped around your throat.

“She’s feisty,” the man chuckled darkly. “Just like I like em’.”

You felt yourself being pulled away from Alfie’s barks, farther and farther away.Tears were flowing down your face as you realized you wouldn’t be getting out of this in one piece.

“Leave her alone.”

The voice was far deeper than the other two, and far more threatening. Still being held, you took this chance to kick at one of the men, only to receive another slap.

“What are you gonna do, huh?” One of the men spat.

The next thing you heard was screaming, followed by the snapping off what sounded like bone. What on earth was happening?

“Are you alright?” The stranger says. His voice is deep, but soft nonetheless. You wished you could see his face. Instead of replying, you curled further into yourself. You felt Alvie’s fur along your face and heard the sound of his whine.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, I swear. But it’s freezing out here and your shirt is gone.” He sounds genuinely worried. You feel the soft material of a jacket being placed on your shoulders, making you jump slightly.

“What happened?” You asked, holding Alfie to your chest. He gave you a comforting lick.

“Those guys tried to pull you into an alley back there, but I doubt they’ll be bothering you again.” He says with a small chuckle. God knows what would’ve happened if this mysterious man hadn’t shown up. You didn’t even want to think about it.

“Thank you,” you say, wiping the tears from your face with your hands. “For saving me. Not many people would’ve done that.”

“No worries, doll,” he says. You can’t help but smile at the nickname. Your grandfather used to call your grandma that back in the day. “Do you need help getting home?”

You nod. Goodness, you couldn’t even get home by yourself. How embarrassing. You felt two covered hands gently wrap themselves around yours and pull you to your feet.
Jesus, he was strong.

Wrapping one of his arms around your waist, he guided you down the street with Alfie’s leash in his other hand. Whoever this man was, he was an angel. First he saved you from some creeps like some kind of cliché superhero, and now he’s personally escorting you home with your service dog like it’s no big deal.

“I didn’t catch your name.” You say, turning your head in his direction. It was a habit you picked up a few years ago. You found that it made people more comfortable when talking to you if you pretended to make eye contact. But this guy didn’t seem to be bothered by the lack of it.

“It’s James,” he says. “But I go by Bucky mostly.”

So you’re hero’s name was Bucky. That’s….an unusual name.

“How do you get that from James?” You blurted. The comment made the man beside you tense for a second. Way to go, Y/N.

“Well, I didn’t wanna be called Jamie and my middle name is Buchanan. I guess that’s where everyone got it from.” He’s smiling now, you can tell by the way he talks.

You nod, finally getting the whole name thing. “I didn’t catch yours either, hun.” He says. You find yourself smiling at the name again.

“It’s Y/N,” you say. “Just Y/N.”

He lets out a laugh and you can’t help but notice how attractive it sounds. How does one even find a laugh attractive?

You, Bucky and Alfie sat on the steps outside your apartment building. The three of you arrived at least twenty minutes ago, but you couldn’t find it in you to stop talking to the mysterious savior that was Bucky.

You found out that his last name was Barnes and that he lived with his friends Steve and Sam and they all lived only a few blocks away. Also, that Alfie was absolutely in love with him.

Throughout the entire conversation, Alfie refused to be put down from his spot on Bucky’s lap. Despite your canine’s large size, Bucky cradled him like the baby he was. And you couldn’t stop smiling.

“Well, I should probably get going,” he says, standing from his spot on the steps. “Steve’s probably losing his mind right now.”

You hear Alfie whine from behind you.

You reach your hand out and grab ahold onto the railing, lifting yourself up as well. The September temperatures were rolling in now and you felt yourself shiver when a gust of wind hit you. You were instantly reminded that you were still wearing Bucky’s jacket.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” you say, shrugging off the material and holding it out for him. “Here’s your jacket!”

You felt Bucky’s warm fingers gently push your hand back towards you.

“Keep it,” he says softly. “You’ve still got two floors to up, kid.”

You feel your eyes widen, realizing you’re still wearing your ripped shirt. You suddenly feel Bucky in front of you, his warmth radiating from himself and onto your smaller body. Before you could ask what he was doing, you felt the warm material of his jacket on your shoulders once again.

“How am I supposed to get it back to you?” You ask after a moment of silence.

Bucky, after helping you up the remainder steps and opening the door for you, let out a small chuckle.

“Looks like you’ll have to go out on a date with me this weekend and give it back then.” Your eyes widen.

“Y-You wanna go out? With me?” You sound like a child. God, you were such a doofus.

“Of course,” he says. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re not a serial killer, right?”

You let out a laugh, one that echoed through the lobby of the apartments. “A blind serial killer? Now that’s something.”

“So is that a yes?” You can hear the uncertainty in his voice. He’s nervous.

“It’s a yes,” you say, grinning like a dork.

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015. Daddy

Summary: You call him daddy

Ch: Tommy, Arthur, John, Michael, and Finn.

Warnings: Daddykink, sexualish

Tommy: Tommy eyes fixated on the papers in front of him, brow fluring as he concentrated on the words scribbled in a tiny font. “Tommy it’s almost o’clock.” He takes a second to meet your eyes, then right back at the paper.

“I’ll have Finn walk you home love.” He paused, “I have tons of work.” You sigh, earning a groan from Tommy. 

“Tommy you promised we go home at 7, and now it’s 9 and you’re not even leaving with me.” Tommy sat back on the leather chair, now you had his full attention. “I’m sorry baby, I promise I’ll make it up to ya.”

You pout, only making Tommy feel more guilty as he looks at the woman he feels madly for. “I don’t want you to make it up to me.” You didn’t care if you sounded like a baby throwing a tantrum, you just wanted to go home with Tommy and actually get some sleep.

“Please Daddy.” He took that one word, embedded it into his skin, and stood. Neatly organizing the papers into one pile, and then pushing his chair in. “Let’s go baby girl, you owe daddy a lot.”

You smirk, pressing a kiss against the column of bare skin on his neck. “Anything you want Daddy.”

Arthur: The sudden smack to your rear made you jump, swinging you fist to only get it swallowed by the giant hand that caught it. 

“Relax Sweets.” You smile at your boyfriend. “You scared me daddy.” Arthur’s lips twitched to a smirk. “Keep calling me that and you might have a problem darling.”

You always loved teasing him, testing him until he couldn’t take it anymore. It was kind of a game the two established and it lived on in everyday life. You teased, and pushed, Arthur lasted as long as he could.

 “You ever think I wanted a problem?” Guiding your hand up his chest, only lead to a low growl rumbling inside his chest.

You grab the create of beer next to you, walking out of the door that led to the back of the bar. A cheer came from the men that waited for their beer.

John: “John I swear on Christ himself if you don’t pick up the fucking tooth picks you keep spiting everywhere I will fuck you up.” John snorted at your comment, as he began picking up the discarded tooth picks.

“I don’t know how you’re talking too.” You roll your eyes, a smile forming on your face, as you heard John from the other room. “Fine daddy pick your tooth picks up before I fuck you up.” 

John smirks, “That’s my girl.” John’s arms found you, wrapping around your body. “How are you today?”

His voice was sweet, but his eyes black with lust. Your hand traveled from his stomach, to his neck, tracing the thick, firm muscles on the way there. You press a kiss against his neck, making him tense instantly.

“Such a tease. “ He mumbles under his breath, hosting you up on the nearest flat surface, that being a desk. His hands trail up your bare thighs, bundling your dress up to your waist with his fist. “Spread ‘em for daddy sweets.”

Michael: The moment Michael pet his lap, and mentioned you over, you knew he was wanting you. Just the intense look that followed you across the room. You do as your told of course, straddling his hips.

Smoke fell from those perfect, plump lips, as he dragged another. “You know how you said you wanted that purse we seen the other day?”

You look at him questionably, but you knew exactly where he was going to. “What are you talking about daddy?”

Michael smirked, placing the cigarette in the tray. “My sweet pea knows exactly what I’m talking about.” His hardness strained against the layers between you both. “Can’t say I do daddy.”

The word sends another shock through his cock, only to add onto it, you push all your weight onto him. His hardness twitched against your panty covered wetness. “You’re so in for it baby girl.”

Finn: Finn has always been the youngest brother, and will always be looked on as the one that needed to be protected, and forever the baby of the family.

Finn finally told his brothers about dating you, but they only thought of it as something he made up, or longed for. Finn rolled his eyes as everyone stared laughing around the bar. 

No one believed Finn would be the one to get the new, hot barmaid, the laughing kind of made your blood boil, as you sensed Finn as well. Walking over to the little window and opening it, led to the room becoming completely silent. “Do you need anything daddy?”

Finn smiled from cheek to cheek, as you purched over the sill, breast slipping slightly out of your shirt, showing just enough cleavage for every man here to want you. Finn shakes his head, “I’m good my love.” You nod, the moment you shut the window, the room went into cheers.

A few hours later Finn sat at your bar, you smile cheekily, pouring him a glass of whiskey. “Thanks for before, they’ll always see me a little kid.” You nod, as Finn takes your hand in his.

“So daddy huh?” You laugh as he wiggles his eyebrows. “I just thought it would make the moment more intense.”

Finn leans against the bar, lips finding yours for a deep and strong kiss. “I like it.” He mumbles. You leave one last peak against his, “Okay daddy.”

a million somedays

i’m a little late, but this was written for @gayndsoft​‘s birthday. jodie, my bub, i adore you and i hope you had a fantastic day. here’s a wedding, a whole lot of fluff and soft boyfriends with a side of science girlfriends for you. i hope you enjoy. 💛

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It had been an unusual day in many ways. If someone had told Alec years ago that one day he’d be the one to walk his sister down the aisle as she gets married to her werewolf girlfriend, he probably would have laughed at the sheer absurdity. A wedding between two women, combining mundane and Shadowhunter traditions seemed too far out of reach. Not to mention the uptight Clave and their useless, outdated rules. And yet, here he was.

From the day she was born, Alec’s life revolved around keeping Isabelle safe and happy. Even though he was barely four years old when she arrived, he still remembers the pride and love he felt when he first looked into her crib and saw big brown eyes staring back at him. She was a tiny thing, breakable and vulnerable, and the second her little fist closed around his finger, Alec knew he’d flip the whole world upside down before he’d let harm come her way.

Growing up, he made it his mission to always put her first, to care for her and guide her. He was there when she took her first steps, when she got her first rune, when their parents took things too far and made her feel like anything less than perfect. In any kind of battle, he had her back. And in many ways, she had his back just the same. She always seemed to know what went on inside of him, giving him a safe space to be himself, especially when the responsibilities of being the eldest Lightwood weighed heavily on his shoulders. He knew the bond they shared didn’t come often, even to siblings.

So it really shouldn’t have come as a surprise that when she announced her engagement to Maia, Izzy asked Alec to be the one to give her away. To her, there was never even a choice to make in the first place, and the sincerity and certainty in her eyes when she asked him made something warm blossom in Alec’s chest. Even more so when he saw her smile becoming a million times more radiant as she wrapped her arms around him the second he stuttered out a surprised yes, of course.

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Caught in the Act (part 3 of a series of fics where Mulder and Scully are caught in compromising positions by others). 

Spoilers for Millennium 

In recent years, Holidays have been tough for the Scully family. Ever since Bill Senior passed away and Melissa followed soon after, Christmas and the New Year have felt somewhat empty for Maggie and her surviving children. She used to see in the New Year with her husband when he was home from sea, and then New Year’s Day was spent as a family, their children joining them for the day. The year after Melissa died she was joined by her children, Bill bringing his wife Tara and Charlie his wife and sons, but it was a solemn affair. Then of course, there was the year that Dana found a little girl, a beautiful girl who was somehow her daughter, Maggie’s first granddaughter, but she wasn’t meant to be, and just a few days into the New Year, they were saying goodbye to her. Last year was just Maggie and her daughter, a quiet day, allowing them a chance to spend some quality time with one another.

This year however, things are different. This year Fox Mulder is here too. Dana had at least given her mom some warning that there’d be an extra mouth to feed, having called her earlier that morning to explain that Mulder had been injured at work - he was fine but his shoulder had been injured and as a result was unable to fend for himself. She’d asked Maggie whether she was ok with Mulder joining them for their family day and of course Maggie had insisted it was fine - after all, Fox has become like family over the years, particularly to her daughter. She herself likes Fox, though she wasn’t so keen on the danger he has brought into her daughter’s life, albeit not intentionally. But Dana likes him, loves him even, and so Maggie has learned to accept him in her life. She sees him from time to time when Dana invites him round for the occasional Sunday lunch, and Maggie knows that she herself is the closest thing Mulder has to a mom in his life. His own passed just a few short months ago, and he has no other family left. With a daughter taken too soon and her two sons on the other side of the country, Maggie is more than happy to oblige.

So when he arrives with his arm in a sling, Maggie mothers him as best as she can, questioning him on his injuries, immediately guiding him to the sofa and insisting that he remain seated while she makes the finishing touches to lunch. Mulder loves Maggie’s cooking, always polishing off his plateful, not to mention seconds when it’s offered (and it’s always offered). She often wonders how he survives when she’s not there to cook for him, but she says nothing and always insists on sending him home with leftovers.

As they make small talk over lunch, Maggie realizes that there’s something going on between her daughter and her partner, though she’s unable to put her finger on it. There’s a hint of tension in the air between them, yet she knows they haven’t been arguing - Dana is a stubborn creature, and often makes it crystal clear when she’s annoyed with someone. They’re both polite, friendly and talkative - both to one another and Maggie - but there’s also awkwardness, and for some reason Fox is unable to meet his partner’s eye. At one point during lunch, when Mulder passes Dana the salt, he startles so suddenly that he knocks over his cup of tea, blushing furiously and blushing profusely as he rushes to clear it up. And then there’s the fact that both partners are vague whenever Maggie mentions the previous evening and how they saw in the New Year. She presumes it’s something to do with work, but she’ll ask her daughter as soon as she gets her alone.

Once the plates are cleared and Mulder has finished his second helping, Maggie sends the two of them back to the living room, ignoring their protests and insistence that they do the dishes while she relaxes. She’s just making them coffee when a question pops into her mind, and so she leaves the kitchen and walks towards the living room. “Fox…” She calls softly, then suddenly pauses as she reaches the doorway, catching sight of her daughter and partner. They’re still sat on the sofa, but closer than when Maggie left them just minutes before. A lot closer. Fox is sat back against the sofa, his arm around Dana’s waist as she leans into him, kissing him soundly. At first Maggie is stunned at the picture in front of her. Her daughter hasn’t mentioned that the two of them were in a relationship, and usually Dana confides in her, even about her relationships. But then the two pull back from their embrace, and she sees the sweet, shy smiles they give one another. “Hi,” she hears her daughter whisper, as Fox cups her cheek.

“Hi.” He sighs contentedly. “The world still didn’t end.”

It’s then that Maggie hears her daughter giggle, a sound she hasn’t heard in so long. Dana hasn’t had much to laugh about in recent years, with the deaths of her father, sister and daughter, her abduction, cancer scare and the discovery of her inability to have children. Maggie welcomes the sound.

“No it didn’t.”

“I wasn’t sure if last night was ok. Well, this morning.”

“It was very much ok. I liked it.”

They’re acting like love struck teenagers, and the thought makes Maggie smile, even though she’s not quite sure she wants to know what exactly they’re talking about. She’s known for a long time now that Fox is in love with her daughter, ever since she went missing for months on end. Likewise she has suspected that the feeling is mutual for a while now, though Dana hasn’t admitted anything to her. But it seems, if their shyness is anything to go by, that their relationship is somewhat new.

Maggie opens her mouth, ready to interrupt and ask her question, but then decides better of it. As she watches her daughter kiss her partner once again, she smiles to herself, turns around and walks back out towards the kitchen, figuring that coffee can wait for the minute, and pleased that her daughter’s New Year is already off to a promising start.

There may or may not be another scenario in the works where Maggie catches them and they may or may not be wearing many clothes. 

Two Roads Diverged (Seventeen Preference)

Originally posted by theperksofbeingbibi

Two Roads Diverged In A Yellow Wood… 

(A/N: this idea was brought to me a long ass time ago, and I’ve had the word doc saved forever, just waiting to work on it. I read Divergent (as my mandatory book for grade 9 english) and I actually really liked it, but the movie absolutely ruined it for me. so I never bothered to read past the first book. but this does give me quite a good prerequisite knowledge to do this (even though I read it a long time ago) and it made doing this quite enjoyable. I also said that there was only 1 Divergent out of the bunch, because I prefer the headcanon that it’s actually something quite rare, as apposed to in the book where they make it out to be rare and like every other person is a Divergent. so I hope you enjoy because I had a lot of fun writing this -Tanisha<3)

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Tea Mugs & Tear Stains

A little blurb to share with y’all while I work away at HALF. Sorry it’s taking me so long to write this update, I wanna get it perfect! In the meantime I hope you like the little blurbs I set out! Xo.

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You weren’t always the best at staying calm. 

You were usually pretty good at it. You had a level head and could keep your stress under control ninety-nine percent of the time.

But every once in a while, things would pile up and spin out of control. Every once in a while things would become too much to bear even for you, and that’s when the one percent came out.

You were making yourself a cup of tea to try to calm your anxiety. You weren’t a frequent tea drinker, Harry was usually the one to drink it and often remind you of all the health benefits, but tonight you needed something to bring you back down and ground yourself. Harry had been at the studio all evening and you didn’t want to bother him with your problems if there wasn’t a solid solution to them.

You grabbed ahold of the handle of the mug and were about to walk over to the couch when your hand betrayed you, trembling suddenly and causing a significant amount of tea to fall onto your wrist. Hissing quietly at the sting, your first instinct was to release, which sent the glass mug to the floor with a loud shatter.

The rest of the hot beverage was now spilled across the floor and sprinkled with shards of the broken mug, and that was the tipping point. 

You felt your tears well up in your eyes as kneeled onto the ground to try to clean, but you were suddenly overcome by a wave of stress and settled for sitting down in the kitchen tile and hugging your knees to your chest, curling up as small as you possibly could.

You had a laundry list of things that had to be done in your head, not to mention everything that had gone wrong or unlike you’d planned. Work had been hell this week and you’d been trying to fix everything but the universe really just seemed to be against you. You’d overworked yourself so much that you hadn’t had time to unwind, especially with Harry recording so much lately and spending less time at home. He was often the one to remind you to eat or to take a few minutes to yourself, so without that reminder you’d often forget to eat breakfast or work until you fell asleep at your computer. It all added up to this moment: you, sitting on the kitchen floor, eyes puffy and red as your cried quietly, sitting beside the broken glass.

“Baby, I’m home!” 

The sound of his voice breathed air into you for the first time in what seemed like forever. You couldn’t see him from where you were in the house and it took you a few moments to build up your voice enough to reply, but you finally replied, voice trembling.

“I’m in the k-kitchen,” you called out softly, your arms and legs beginning to shake. You suddenly got cold, and you weren’t even sure that Harry had heard your reply. But you then heard him enter the room, and it took a minute until he found you, huddled up within yourself behind the island.

“(Y/N)!” He called out your name, his eyes widening with unabashed concern as he rushed to you and got down on the ground beside you. He was on his knees, his hands on your shoulders as you began to shake more violently, your teeth chattering at this point. You didn’t remember it being this cold in the room fifteen minutes ago. 

“Babe, what’s wrong?” He tried to reach you again, his large palms caressing the length of your arms in an attempt to warm you up as he caught sight of the goosebumps on your skin.

“It’s so c-c-cold and I can’t stop c-crying and I don’t know why, I’m so sorry this is so stupid, I dropped and broke the mug, oh God, I’m so stupid I broke it I broke it I broke it,” you rambled quickly and almost incoherently, your voice coming out between short breaths and the tears still streaming steadily down your face.

You’d only ever had one panic attack before, and it was such a long time ago that you couldn’t even remember, but if you had to guess you’d say that this was another one. Your breathing was short and shallow and your frame didn’t stop shaking, no matter how hard you tried. Everything in your mind was piled up like a garbage dump, all the things that loomed above your head finally collapsing onto your shoulders.

“Oh, baby. Shhh, com’ere,” Harry cooed softly, and he situated himself behind you. He stretched his legs out on either side of your frame so you could lean against his chest, and he wrapped his arms tightly around you; one slipped firmly around your waist to hold you against him, and the instance your body was met with the warmth that radiated from his own, you immediately felt a bit more at peace. His other arm was wrapped around you across your chest, in a way that he could lay his palm flat over your chest where your heart resides.

“Breathe with me, love. You can do it, c’mon. Take all the time y’need,” he murmured against the shell of your ear in a tone so loving that you almost broke. Your own hands immediately grasped onto his that was resting atop of your heartbeat and you squeezed softly, your lids falling shut as you tilted your head back against his shoulder.

“Breathe in…breathe out…stay with me, my beautiful girl,” he guided you patiently, his voice never faltering in strength nor tenderness as he sat with you. You followed his instructions, matching your breathing to his words as best you could. His voice filled the room as he repeated himself over and over, and there was never a hint of impatience in his tone. There was only ever love and perhaps a little bit of worry here and there. 

Harry grounded you. He was the anchor that pulled you back together when everything fell apart. In every other aspect of your life you felt like you always had to be put together, because others depended on you. You didn’t often get anxious to this degree, and since you always looked like you had it together people just expected you to always be put together. But never Harry. He accepted you as you were, and he didn’t have any of those expectations. He was happy to just let you be and be there with you along the way.

About ten minutes later you were laying calmly in his arms with your eyes shut. You had finally stopped shivering, and you felt exhausted from all that crying. When the room was filled with nothing except for your quiet sniffles here and there, you heard his voice again. 

“How’re we doin’, princess?”

You exhaled a shaky sigh and gave his hand a squeeze, lifting it from your chest to your lips so that you could press soft kisses to each and every knuckle, including the ones that had been decorated with his signature rings. 

“Better…thank you, my love,” you whispered, your voice raspy from it all. You felt his lips pressing against the top of your head and staying there. You counted seven seconds until he pulled away and gave your frame a little squeeze.

“Mm, I’m glad…but you weren’t jus’ crying because of a broken dish, beautiful,” he prodded gently, settling his fingers beneath your chin to lift your features up so that he could get a good look at them. “Wha’s going on?”

You looked at his face for a long moment. You didn’t know what you would do without this man. This man, who despite being hard at work the entire day, dropped to his knees and held you for who knows how long. He had a knack for being there right when you needed him, and some days you could swear he was an actual angel.

“I’m…I’m just overwhelmed. I have so many things to do at work, and I’m so TIRED, I can’t remember when I got a good night’s rest…” you admitted, a bit shamefully. You didn’t want Harry to think that you couldn’t function without him, and you knew it was possible he’d feel a little but guilty that he wasn’t around as much this week.

He was silent for a few seconds, and you were about to speak again when you heard his voice.

“Why don’ we make a list, hm? You like lists, right? I see you writin’ them down all the time,” he offered as he began pressing soft kisses along the side of your neck and down your shoulder. You exhaled a happy little sigh. He was right—the first thing you always did when you were overwhelmed like this was to write down everything that was on your mind and tackle each thing one by one. It touched you that he’d payed attention enough to notice.

“That sounds like a good plan,” you said with a soft smile, the first one since you’d gotten home that day.

“Perfect. But you’re gettin’ a good couple hours o’ sleep first. No fightin’ me on it, either,” he threatened, his voice stern yet loving at the same time.

“But— ”

“No buts, (Y/N). You need your rest—I jus’ found you in pieces on the floor, for God’s sake. Not tha’ I mind holding you, but I’d rather do it without the tears,” he declared, nuzzling his nose softly against the smooth skin of your cheek. “Y’know it breaks m’heart to see you in pain…” 

You closed your eyes again and nodded, his words striking a chord with you. You knew it hurt Harry to see you in pain, maybe even more than it had hurt you.

“Alright,” you agreed.

He seemed content with your response, and gave you a final tight squeeze before unwinding himself from your frame.

“Off t’bed you go, then. I’ll get this all cleaned up,” he offered. You stood up off of the ground and turned to look at him. He had already picked himself up as well, and he looked down at you with such love and unshaken admiration that it was hard to not throw yourself at him and live in his arms the rest of your life.

“Are you coming, too?”

“Of course,” he reassured. Satisfied with his answer, you turned and headed towards the bedroom. 

About ten minutes later, when you had gotten yourself settled into bed in your (Harry’s) sweater and a pair of sweatpants, you heard him enter the room. You slowly opened your eyes and watched him as he peeled his shirt off of his torso and wiggled himself out of his jeans. You knew you were supposed to be sleeping, but you couldn’t without Harry’s warmth. So when you finally felt his body shift the mattress and his arms wind around you, you exhaled a soft sigh of relief. You heard him chuckle softly in response, his legs playfully intertwining with yours. 

“Better?” He mumbled, pressing you tight against his chest.

“Much,” you whispered, already half asleep. “I’m sorry I’m such a crying, panicky mess.”

He stayed quiet for a long time, and for a second you thought you’d said something wrong, until you felt his lips linger against the back of your shoulder, followed by a low whisper.

“If you’re gonna be a cryin’, panicky mess…well, I’ll be here t’hold you every time.”

Lipstick stains | Wonho (2)

Genre: fluff

Synopsis: Blond hair and pouty lips pulled into an insanely attractive smile but the first thing you notice on his face are lipstick stains.

Author’s note: finally~ sorry for such a long wait.

It has become a routine for you and your best friend to meet up every Sunday morning for breakfast or brunch. It began when you were children. It initially started off as study date together but now it has become almost like a tradition. So you are here at a newly opened cafe near your studio. Sipping your latte in disappointment. Not too long ago, your best friend texted you saying that she couldn’t make it because her boss has called her into work extra hours as a punishment for leaving early from work on Friday. A sigh left your lips as you scroll mindlessly on phone with a bored expression. If you would’ve known that your friend was going ditch you today, you would’ve bought your sketchbook or a novel to read. Since this cafe opened not so long ago near your studio, you come here very often. The unique interior caught your attention and your love the desserts they serve. You’d spend your mornings here just relaxing before going to your studio.

Another sigh left your lips as your eyes shift to your untouched slice raspberry cheesecake then back to your phone. You want to tell your best friend about Hoseok. She sounded so excited when you had told her about how you had a little adventure after you left the bar. Ugh. You hate her boss!


You were reading an article on your phone when the chair across from you scrapes against the floor, causing you to jolt and break your focus. Startled, you look up. Wide eyes and mouth agape as blond hair and handsome face with an attractive smile came into view. “Wonho!” you stare at him surprised as he chuckles at your reaction and waves at you. You weren’t expecting to see him here.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, keeping your phone aside and leaning forward. You tried to stop a smile from dancing on your lips.

“This means my gut feeling is right!” Hoseok ignores your question and smirks at you. You lean back into your chair and narrow your eyes suspiciously at him “Too soon. I think you’re stalking me” you tried to smirk back but it just turned into a smile. You’d be lying if you said you said you aren’t happy to see him. He ran his fingers through his blond hair. They look so soft and fluffy. “Or maybe it’s just destiny that brought us together” He winks at you. You pull a face at his cheesy line and shook your head.

You let your eyes scan Hoseok. His blond hair looks prettier and brighter in the daylight.  You can see his face a lot clearer now under the bright light. Hoseok is very handsome. Or more like drop dead gorgeous. You have seen tons of handsome men but Hoseok beats them all. He’s stunning. His warm coffee brown eyes set on you and his pouty pink lips pulled into a beautiful smile. This attire is different from before. White formal shirt and black pants replaced with a casual black oversized hoodie and denim jeans.

“Are you here alone?” Hoseok asks, his resting his pretty face on his sweater paws that were tugged under his chin. “I was supposed to be here with a friend but not anymore,” You tell him. He could see the disappointment that flashed on your face for a brief moment.

“Rubbish” Hoseok snorts and you look at him confused. Did he just snort at you?  “I’m here” He adds with a wide grin and then wiggles his eyebrows at you, his hand gesturing his glorious presence. You roll your eyes and shook your head “You’re not my friend” you say but Hoseok ignores you again. He leans forward scoops a spoonful of your raspberry cheesecake and shoves it in his mouth. Chewing on it blissfully, Hoseok points the spoon at you and gives you a shit eating grin “I am now” and you couldn’t help but laugh.

You met Hoseok so often you began thinking he was actually following you. Turns out the manager of the cafe, Kihyun is Hoseok’s friend and he also works near your studio. Coïncidence. You also began to learn about Hoseok. Shin Hoseok is 23-year-old gym trainer in the morning and works as a host in the nights. He used to be roommates with Kihyun but now he lives in alone in his apartment.

The other things you learnt about Hoseok is that he’s vanilla. He’s not what he looks like. Shin Hoseok is a 5-year-old stuck in a man’s body. The smallest things get him excited and giddy like a child. He cries about almost everything, He cries when he talks about his family and friend and cries every time you mention your mother who passed away when you were 14. Hoseok is kind and caring. He’s the sweetest and the most adorable person you’ve ever met. He loves his friends and family a with all his heart, seeing them upset makes him upset too and he’ll do anything to make them happy. You always have to double take to see whether this is the same flirty Hoseok who took you home that night.

When Hoseok is not being a grown man in a bunny suit, he fucks around. In all literal sense. He walks into your studio covered in bruises and smelling like different women every morning. He doesn’t remember the name of half of the girls he has slept with. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve walked into him making out with some random girl at the bar and you have to drag his ass home because he’s drunk out of his mind. You guessed this is the Wonho side of him.

When you asked him why he works at the host club when being a gym trainer pays him well, he has said that he enjoys making women happy. You didn’t ask him anything after that and he didn’t look like he wants to answer any more questions about it. Shin Hoseok is also a kind of man that does not believe in relationships and commitments. He says he likes to be free and doesn’t want to be tied down.

Another thing you have learnt is that he treats you differently. He calls you his closest friend and around you, he can be himself without worrying about being called over sensitive. You never understood why anyone would want to call him any of that because you love spending time with him no matter what he does. He makes you happy and brings the best out of you. He’s an amazing person and you know you can rely on him. Something you don’t usually do.

“So how your daddy dearest search for a suitor going?” Hoseok asks. He was currently devouring the fruits in the fruit basket you always keep in your studio. You looked up from your sketchbook and grinned “Horrible” you replied.

Hoseok guides you to get rid of the assholes your father sets you up with, without making it look as though you rejected them. Recently he told you to take your blind date to the nightclub. The next day you found your blind date sleeping naked next to the handsome bartendender from the club. He told you it was love at first sight and now you have become his friend that helped him find the love of his life. It was such an entertainment for you. Hoseok has become your life saviour.

“When is your father going to stop?” He pops a grape into his mouth and leans forward to take a peek of what you’re drawing. His lips pull into a wide grin. You’re drawing him. You sigh and then went back to your sketchbook “Hard to tell. Probably if I date a guy he absolutely despises” you said matter-a-factly as you watch Hoseok pop another grape into his mouth chewed it happily. You make a mental note to keep more grapes in your fruit basket. “Then why don’t you do that?” He looks at you as if you are stupid. “Where will I find such a guy?” you snatch the grape from between his fingers and pop it into your mouth. Hoseok pouts and narrows his eye at you “Tell me what kind of guy he hates and I’ll help you look for him” He offers.

You licked your lower lip and leaned back into your chair. This idea might actually work. Biting onto the back your pencil, you watched the blond rampage through your fruit basket for more grapes but gives up and decides to eat a banana. The ends of your lips curve into a dangerous smirk. An idea popped into your mind.



You snatch the banana from his hand and toss it into the bin close by. You don’t mind when he’s eating (which is all the time) but he pays only half attention to anything around him when he is. Pulling your chair close to him “My father hates you!” you announce cheerfully. Grinning do wide your cheeks would tear. Hoseok frowns “Wow. thanks” he looks longingly at his half eaten banana lying in the trash can.

You roll your eyes and grab the ends of your chair, sliding towards Hoseok who is looking at you deadpanned. Cupping his face in small palms, you look into his eye “My father hates you. If you pretend to be my boyfriend for awhile. Dad will be so annoyed that he’ll forbid me from dating anyone and eventually stop his search!” Wide smile and eyes twinkling with delight, you wait for his reply. Hoseok just looks at you as if you grew another head right in front of his eyes. “No. You’re crazy” He pulls away from your grasp.

“But it’s a brilliant idea!” You whine.

“No. It’s a very bad idea and I’m not going go through with it” He answers firmly wearing as he moves to the other side of the sofa. You cross your arms over your chest and pout at him “Why not?”

Hoseok lets out a sigh and presses the bridge of his nose with two fingers “Because my friend Minhyuk did the same thing with his girlfriend and now he’s stuck in his huge mess with her family. I don’t want to be a part of that kind of a mess” He points an accusing finger at you “So no. I’m not going to pretend you be you boyfriend” Hoseok adds and pulls the large fruit basket over his lap.

You stomp your legs on the ground and flare your arms “But Hoseok!” You whined again trying your best to throw a small tantrum. But you ended up looking like a monkey. You bit your lower lip angry when Hoseok just ignores you and resumes his rampage through the fruit basket, mumbling something about keeping more strawberries. Head tilting back you slide down your chair. You’ll just have to find a new way of stopping your father’s stupid venture.

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But can we talk about those flashbacks Oliver has? 

that first meeting

(he’s been in the dark for so long it’s all he even knows anymore… he’s been living in this dull, focused work of black and white, knowing colors from afar but never really seeing them… and suddenly, there’s color everywhere, splashes, strokes, streaks of them… there’s something that just glows and he’s like a moth, stunned by the life in that flame… it’s the first time he remembers someone knowing he’s lying and calling him out on it in a manner that genuinely moves something inside him, makes his lips curve and before he knows it, he’s surprised himself by smiling back at this glowing life of color… the reason he’ll always remember it was red…)

that first date

(where he finally picked up the courage to ask her out. he’s never had trouble asking anyone for a date but with her it’s different, he’s different. and he remembers being such a nervous wreck, because he’s taking that first step towards happiness with the woman he knows he loves… and then he sees her and everything blanks for a moment. he’s never seen her look more beautiful than she does right in that moment, waiting for him with a nervous smile and soft eyes and just… waiting for him… and he just falls more in love with her, right there…)

that first kiss

(the first time he held her face in the palm of his hands, his lips against hers, breathing her in, knowing deep into his bones that there would never be another woman for him, not as long as he lived… he memorizes this moment, so completely that he can recall it as he feels himself dying on a cold mountain, or see it in a place of everything strange. this kiss became his homing beacon, in his own mind…)

that first time

(after he knew he had to stay behind and here was no changing anything, after she’d given him the greatest gift a woman could give a man - her heart, her body, her soul, after telling him he was beautiful and she was so proud of him in so many million ways, after months and months of loving her from afar, from knowing he would die and kill for her happiness, after months of being a man committed to a woman in his heart, his body, his soul, she opened her arms to him, she accepted him. he’ll never forget that night for as long as he’ll live, not only because they made love for hours, culminating the desire that had been simmering between them for years, but also because it had been a dying wish for him, a memory of beauty in a future of dark, a memory that would give him strength in the time to come, sustain him, inspire him, and make him go back to her…. for that night, he was just Oliver and she was just Felicity and they loved each other with everything inside them)

that first proposal to the woman he loved and almost truly losing her

(he’s held so many limp bodies in his life, more than any one man should, seen blood flow out of loved ones mouths as they’d taken that last breath in his embrace… he’s held her body so many times, in so many ways, in so many moments in his arms, with love and laughter and passion and intensity… he’s held her even when she’d been limp, when her head had lolled and he’d carried her to safety, feeling her breathe in his arms… but this was different… because they’d just been kissing, just been looking at the ring he’d finally placed on her finger after harboring it for months, just asked her for the commitment of a lifetime - body, heart, and soul - and she’d smiled and cried and clung to him and said yes… she’d just made him the happiest man on the face of the earth, the happiest he’d ever been in his life, the happiest he’d never thought he’d be… and it was gone… and he could feel it in his bones… this was bad… he was losing her, in perhaps more ways than one… she wasn’t waking up and she was hit and he knew what a straight bullet to the back could do and he was panicking because no, god no, not her… not like this… not with blood coating the ring on her finger…)

that first time he married her

(he’s married her in his heart a hundred times already - with his eyes, his hands, his mouth, every part of his flesh and every part of his being… he’s married her in every way a man can marry a woman in his heart, his everything hers, he hers, for better or worse, for life… he’s been working on his vows for months now, and the moment he has her here, he knows he screwed up, and he knows she still loves him, and he knows this won’t forgive or win her back but he needs her to know, he needs to do this for himself, because baring his soul to her had always been simple, baring his heart to her, telling her she’s his always and he just wishes to be hers, sliding that ring on her finger, even for a few moments, in his heart they’re married right then - even if she’s hurt, even if he’s messed up, even if it’s all fake… for him, it’s never been more real, in the same venue he couldn’t bring himself to cancel and the same dress she was going to wear… in this moment, he’s married her… for the first time…) 

Nothing screams ENDGAME like a man who’s forgotten everything, lost in his own mind, and finds himself guided back home by the sheer memories of the woman he loves. He leaves his perfect life behind to go back, in part, to be with her, where he knows he can speak her name the way he does and her eyes would soften in the way they do.

Felicity Smoak is Oliver Queen’s always. 

And this episode proved than a million times.


Requests are OPEN

Imagine…Confessing to Tony Stark that you love him.

[x] - requested by @melizzzabeth

Gif Credit: I can’t find it, but it’s not mine :(

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Word Count: 2,654

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Panic Attack, Mentions of past abuse

A/N: Have I told you lately that Tony Stark is a beautiful and innocent cupcake who doesn’t deserve the pain of this world? No? Let me remind you. Anyway, I’ve wanted to write Tony having a panic attack for quite some time, and it just felt right to be in this. I also suffer from frequent panic attacks. I had to seek therapy for that and my depression. Know that you’re never alone in this and that there are people who are willing to help. Mental health is important. Please, take care of yourself. Also, I’m so sorry this is late. Due to a loss in the family, I haven’t been paying attention to Tumblr.

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