and because she deserves to be happier

Love Inversion Theory

A Peter Parker/Tom Holland Fic


A/n: I came up with the idea while eating dinner last night and I seemed super original and awesome for some reason. I tried to make it not confusing soooo hopefully we’re good! Maybe a part two if people want it? I’ll probably do another anyways, though. 

Originally posted by koenigreus



“Inversion can be defined as the reversal of something or as an inverted state of an object.”

Peter watched while you sat with a young boy surrounded by text books and papers. The date you had been on abruptly took halt when you suddenly remembered that you had a tutoring session with your friend Betty Brandt’s little brother.

It was a rare moment for Peter; for once the date had to be paused because of something normal. Something not Spider-Man related. Admittedly, that was better than him exclaiming “Jump into this alley!” for purposes that were not for making out and more for super changes. Those super changes somehow managed to worm their way into the regular routine of a date. Before, when being Spider-Man and being a boyfriend was too hard to balance, you and Peter talked about breaking up. “We both love one another,” you said solemnly, “but we never have time to be together.”

The both of you tried it out; not actually breaking up, but doing a “break up trial.”

You spent a day not talking to each other-no texting or snapchats either-and no hugs between class. Nothing.

And both of you cried by the end of the day.

So that was totally out of the question.

Eventually you guys got the hang of it. Assigning roof tops to meet on during Spider-Man breaks, Skype calls during “Stark Interning” hours courtesy of the teched-up suit, whom Peter for some reason called Karen. You thought that was kind of weird but you rolled with it, choosing to not ask questions you didn’t really want the answers too.

So seriously, neither of you could survive a break up. Hell, you didn’t even like when Peter went to the Academic Decathlon last year, leaving you in New York. “I’m just,” you had said between kisses, “too in love-with you- to break up.”

“I know-” he agreed between kisses, “I feel-the same-way.”

From awkwardly asking you to the homecoming dance freshmen year, to finding out his secret, the connection between you two just grew stronger every day.

“So,” he heard you wrapping up, “does that make more sense?”

The fourth grader nodded his head. Together, you and Peter both walked the boy out where his sister, Betty, was waiting with a car to drive him home. “Still can’t believe she chopped all her hair off,” you said through your teeth while smiling and waving at the pair drive off, hoping she couldn’t tell you were talking about her. “She looked so much better with it long.” You massaged your mouth when the Brandt siblings were out of sight.

“I’m really sorry, Tiger Lily. I can’t believe I forgot about him!” you suddenly exclaimed. Peter held your hands. “Don’t worry about it,” he said assuringly, “it’s not like the day is over. We spent about thirty minutes with tutoring, that’s hardly anything compared to ‘us.’“

You laughed. “‘Us’? How long is ‘us’?” you asked, using light air quotes for emphasis.

“Forever,” Peter smiled. You blushed. “Parker…you have me wrapped around your finger,” you grinned before pulling him in for a chaste kiss.

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Happier, Aren’t You?

Tom Holland
Song: Happier by Ed Sheeran (This song fucked me up by the way)

Part One ||| Part Two ||| Part Three 

Saw you walk inside a bar
He said something to make you laugh
I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours
Yeah, you look happier, you do

Oh, ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you
But ain’t nobody need you like I do
I know that there’s others that deserve you
But my darling, I am still in love with you

Tom could feel his chest tighten at the sight of [Y/N] and her new boyfriend walk into the same bar he was about to head into. It was difficult to be this close to her. Tugging at his tie to loosen it, he flickered a look towards Harrison who was cautiously waiting for his reaction.

“You good?” Harrison asked. 

Nodding and shrugging his shoulders, Tom cleared his throat. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good, I’m good.” Clearing his throat again, he motioned towards the bar, “Let’s go.” 

Harrison pursed his lips, “You sure? There’s another pub down the street we can hit.” Harrison had been against Tom’s decision on breaking up with [Y/N]. He knew Tom like the back of his hand, there was no way that Tom was ever really, truly going to move on. 

“I said I’m good, let’s go. All our friends are going to this one.” Tom replied with a colder tone than he had meant to. 

“Alright, mate. Let’s go then.” 

Tom’s heart was racing, they hadn’t spoken since the day after he had broken up with her. He had checked up on her, knowing in his head that it was too soon to be texting her but he couldn’t resist in hearing her voice one more time. She had sounded absolutely broken and he knew she had been crying all night. The call lasted only thirteen seconds but it was thirteen seconds of confirmation that he had made the biggest mistake. 

He hadn’t fallen out of love with her like most people did in his kind of situation. Tom just couldn’t find time to make her his number one priority like he wanted to. And to him that wasn’t fair to her. He wanted to treat her like a Queen, like his world revolved around her because at one point, it completely had. With his newfound fame, she became second to a lot of things and even though it seemed like she didn’t mind, it bothered him. 

As soon as he walked into the bar with Harrison, all of their friends cheered and hollered. He laughed along with them, telling himself to not search for her. But, it was like a magnetic pull, his eyes found hers instantly. She was the first one to pull her gaze away and he was thankful for that because he wouldn’t have been able to if she hadn’t. 

“Come on, Tom. They saved us a table over by the bar.” Harrison shouted over the music and chatter. 

Nodding, Tom finally tore his eyes from her and followed his friends. He desperately tried to ignore the fact that [Y/N] was just a few feet from him. Laughing with friends, he had to remind himself to fake the smile that his friends wanted to see. Eventually, it became a little bit easier with each passing hour and with each passing beer. Soon, the idea of [Y/N] being there was fading until he received a notification on his phone. Glancing down, his heart sank a little.

@yourusername just posted a picture for the first time in awhile, check it out.

Knowing that he shouldn’t engage in looking at her Instagram, Tom ignored his better judgement and swiped to look.

@yourusername happy ✌️

Tom chewed on his lip, bringing the bottle to his mouth. He took a swig before double tapping the picture and clicking his phone off. Continuing to fade in and out of his friends conversation, he couldn’t help but think of how different he would feel if she was sitting next to him. Or if it was his hands holding onto hers. 

“I’ll be right back.” Tom said as he leaned towards Harrison’s ear.

“Want me to come?” 

Shaking his head, Tom sighed. “Nah, man. I’m just going to get some air.” 

Harrison nodded, “Alright…” He could read between his words but respected his decision to go alone. 

Pressing a smile, Tom patted his shoulder and headed towards the exit. Running a hand through his hair, he broke apart the neatly gelled style. Looking up, he searched to find some stars. One of his favorite pastimes with her. Stargazing. But the city was far too lit for him to find any. Sighing, he started to walk a little, wanting to just go to bed and forget of having seeing her with him. 

“Did you intentionally like my picture or was it something petty?” 

 Tom jumped at the sound of her voice, swiveling to face her. His mouth sat open, shocked to see her standing in front of him. She looked ten times more beautiful up close, it hurt. “[Y/N]! Uh, um, I.” 

Stepping closer, her voice was firm with her eyes glossed over. “I can’t do this, Tom. Please just don’t remind me of you.” 

“[Y/N],” Tom bit his lip, “I, uh, I, um. I just want you to know that I’m glad you found someone.” Looking down at the sidewalk, he mumbled out. “I’m happy that you’re happy.” 

“I am happy, Tom.” She responded, her voice quivering slightly. “But the thing was, was that I was happy with you too.” 

Tom closed his eyes, sighing. “Love,” 

Shaking her head, she gritted her teeth, “Don’t call me that.” 

Opening his eyes, he looked up at the sky. His teeth still scraping over his lips. “I made a mistake,” he said defeated. 

[Y/N] scoffed with tears in her eyes, nodding. “Yeah, yeah you did.” 

Finally meeting her gaze, “You look happier with him then you did with me. So it wasn’t really a mistake for you to love me.” 

Her brows knitted together, her hand reaching for her torso, “A mistake for me? Are you mad?” [Y/N] twirled in her steps, her hand running through her curls. “You only think I’m happier with him because you aren’t happy. I was incredibly happy with you Tom.” Shaking her head, she frowned. “You broke up with me because you wanted me to be treated the way you thought I deserved. Little did you know the way you treated me was everything I wanted.” 

“So you aren’t happier?” Tom asked quietly.

[Y/N]’s mouth opened and then closed. Sighing, she looked away from him, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “I am happy with him. But I’m not sure I love him yet and that was the difference between our relationship and this one. I loved you with everything in me so of course I was happier then.” 

Tom kicked a pebble, shoving his hands in pants, he murmured. “I was happier with you then I am without you.” Looking up, “If he ever decides to be stupid like me and lets you go. I’ll be here, [Y/N].” 

 “How can you still love me after I’ve moved on?” 

“I’ll never hold it against you for finding someone, love. Because there are so many others that deserve you but I’m still in love with you and always will be.” Pressing his lips, he flinched as he felt rain drops hitting his face. “Would you tell Haz that I’ve gone back to the hotel?” 

Part One ||| Part Two ||| Part Three

Sweater: A Young Sirius Black x Reader Imagine

Requested: Yes

In this imagine the reader has had a longtime crush on one of their best friends, Sirius Black. Sadly Black already has another girlfriend who doesn’t take too kindly to the friendship. Priorities are challenged, relationships forever altered, and sweaters brought into question in this fluffy yet heartbreaking glimpse at what might have been.

Warnings: Extremely minor cursing

Y/N - your name
Y/L/N - your last name

~~~ - used to show the passage of time

Word count: 1,637


“Siri stop!” I shout between fits of laughter. The arms wrapped around me won’t let me go and his chest is flat to my back. “James help!”

“Sorry, you got yourself into this one Y/L/N.” He smirks. Potter knows how I feel about Sirius and likely is holding back as a favor to me.

The grip around me tightens and I can barely breathe, but I can’t complain. Most girls at this school would kill to be in my position right now. After all, who could resist the dark haired self-proclaimed bad boy behind me.

“Do you give up?” Black chuckles, the vibrations upsetting butterflies in my chest.

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A Little Push

Characters: Pietro x Reader

Summary: No matter how quick Pietro Maximoff is even he can’t outrun his feelings.

Word Count: 1505 words

Prompt: This gif.

A/N: This is for my 800 followers celebration as requested by the lovely @flirtswithdanger who sent me this lovely gif and reminded me how much I love this Maximoff.

Pietro Maximoff was smitten.  Had been since the moment you had walked into the training room with Nat, laughing at something Tony had said earlier when he had tried being smooth. Pietro had been lifting weights and all of a sudden his grip slipped and the sound of heavy weights hitting the floor had your eyes on him and he was all too aware that this was NOT the first impression he wanted to make.  “Smooth quick shot.” Clint called over from the bench where he was sitting watching the entire scene with a smirk.

“Yeah, well… shut up old man.” Maximoff huffed at him, avoiding looking at you for fear that it would be like looking directly at the sun and the little jolt he had felt in his chest upon seeing you would turn into a full blown heart attack.  

“Nice come back.” Clint grinned causing the boy to storm out of the room.  Great, not only would you think he was clumsy but also simple.  He rushed out so fast he didn’t see your curious look which was probably a good thing.

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He Was Found


I recommend reading He Was Lost before reading this.

Ethan Dolan forgot what it’s like to be annoyed at his brother. Not ‘dammit Grayson, why’d you have to go and drink all the milk’ kind of annoyed, but more like ‘dammit Grayson, why’d you have to bring up the love of my life who I stupidly let go of and miss more than anything’ type of annoyed. He is peeling oranges near the counter and Grayson’s mixing some pancake batter, tossing in handfuls of chocolate chips.

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(Okieriete Onaodowan x Reader)

Word Count: 6033

Request/Summary: No request! (again…). Based off of Ed Sheeran’s Happier

Warnings: Brief diet smut, drinking because of emotional pain, way too many Dirty Dancing references (may or may not have been watching it while writing…)  angst, cussing.

Tagging: @satans-little-midgets @imagineham (extra special thanks to Steph for helping me with the title) @gwynstacee  @bleepblopbloop56 aaannnddd thanks to @hamilton-noodles most of this fic exists, so thanks, Jo.


Side note- Italics is the past, regular is the present. The present is organized linearly and the past is ambiguous to any specific order.

“Good morning.” Oak’s voice crackled as if he was speaking to you through a phone somewhere with bad reception, still coarse from his full night of sleep. You smiled. You couldn’t be mad at him for waking you up. You couldn’t be mad when he whispered in your ear like that. When you were encased in those big arms of his. When it was just cold enough in the room for you to want to stay close to him and under the mess of covers.

“Good morning.” You muttered back. You didn’t want to leave this moment behind. Not when he had his body wrapped around you, his breath against your skin, the room smelling just slightly of coffee, the covers soft against your skin, not when you were feeling like you were sinking into the mattress more and more with every passing second. You rolled over in his arms, your fingers finding the smooth polyester fabric of his navy colored t-shirt. You fiddled with the hem of his sleeve.

“I don’t want to get out of bed.” You told him, inhaling the scent of his chest- lavender, just like the soap bar you kept in the shower… for yourself.

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One More Chance (AU to The Last Time)


“I need you to go. I’m breaking up with you, Kat. You have to get the fuck out. I don’t want you anymore! Go away! I’m fucking serious! I never want to see you again! Leave! Leave me alone! We’re through!” 

Those were some of the words Zuko had spitefully shouted at Katara as he forced her out of his life. His life was falling apart and in total shambles. If he loved her, he told himself, he would set her free. She didn’t deserve to deal with his name being dragged through the mud, his father winning the suit, his uncle’s death, him going bankrupt, having to drop out of college to pay for it all, him in debt up to his eyeballs, the funeral expenses, the aftermath of all of that combined. She would too, and that added to why she didn’t deserve to. She was too good. He loved her too much. That was why he did it, right? So she could have better- go be a doctor, be happy. He wouldn’t hold her back anymore. 

That was at least what Zuko told himself as he sat on the train with his earbuds in on his commute home, leaning on the window as the lights of the world carrying on despite his crashing down, flashed by. Zuko blinked slowly, his heart aching in deep pain, remembering it all, those words ringing through his head. He clutched his wallet tight in his hand, her ring still inside. That was when he realized. 

Zuko wanted to ask Katara to marry him. He’d loved her more than anything in the world, and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He wanted a family with her, but the more he looked at the cheap ring, the more he didn’t feel worthy. He didn’t want to mooch off of her, and it wasn’t about her career. He was proud of that, he always encouraged her. It was about him not just having such a low-paying job without a degree, it was about how he was in so much debt. He wasn’t just not contributing, he was dragging her down below the dirt. He couldn’t even get her a ring she deserved. She deserved the finest diamonds and a proposal in Paris at the top of the Eiffel Tower with a four-course meal. 

Zuko had salvaged money for over a year to buy a $350 ring. He couldn’t get a loan for a payment plan because his credit was laughably bad. He’d saved up to take her out to dinner on the Spirit of Boston, but even that didn’t seem like enough. Katara deserved a better man who could give her more from every angle. He was a mess in every department of life, and he would just put her through the ringer. 

But, he felt such guilt for hurting her. He missed her like hell, and felt guilty and selfish for wanting her back. No one had made him happier. No one had made him smile like her. She was his best friend- Katara was his entire world, and now he was floating aimlessly through space. Zuko had been thinking on this since he broke up with her two weeks ago– and in a moment of weakness, coming back from picking out a pathetically cheap, and not nearly sufficient enough tombstone for his uncle, he flipped out his cheap flip phone and pressed number seven then the talk button- Katara’s speed dial.  

Anonymous said: Aw its okay can you maybe just write a Zach Dempsey x plus size reader where she feels a little insecure when other girls go up & talk to him ?

Author’s Note: So I added a little bit of the original prompt. Sort of. I didn’t want too much bullying going on, but I did want some female sticking up for female :)

Originally posted by chancellor-blake


Sitting at your usual lunch table and waiting for Zach to join you, you happily set about putting together a baked potato. You have all the ingredients to make this the best baked potato ever, but you’re brought out of your happy mental dialogue of how you can’t wait to devour said potato when you hear not so quiet titters.

Glancing up and to the side, your smile drops as you see several members of the female population of Liberty High staring at you and your lunch tray. You gulp and look back at the tiny butter container you had been scraping clean before quickly dropping the items and shifting uncomfortably in your seat. 

Of course. Of course they’d be giggling behind their hands all because you’re taking part in the simple act of feeding yourself.

“Hey!” A voice suddenly barks, you jerking in surprise and watching Jessica Davis come to a stop at your table while addressing the other table of giggling girls. “Either shut it or fuck off. No one has time for your bullshit fat shaming.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi! You are amazing and your writing lights up my day. There's something I would like to see. We're always portraying Eliza being hard on Alex and I really feel that. I also love my mom and I'm sure she loves me, but I grew up with high expectations from her, she was always harsh without even noticing. I just wanted you to write something that showed Eliza being sorry for the way she treated Alex, taking the blame for once, that really comin from her. And also showing them just loving each other

Alex has been fighting with her for years.

Usually, without acknowledging the real problems. Usually, making mountains out of seeming molehills, because the mountains are too terrifying, too vulnerable, to mention.

Sometimes, tackling the real problems head on.

“Why hasn’t it ever been enough?”

It takes Eliza a lot to realize how deep the scars she caused go.

It takes Eliza a lot to realize that what she’d thought of as support, Alex had received as abuse. As condemnation. As affirmation, not of how smart and strong she is, but as affirmation that she really is worthless at the core.

It takes Eliza a combination of Alex’s sister and Alex’s girlfriend to unveil her denial, her unwillingness to see just how badly she’s damaged the daughter she loved more than anything in this world.

It takes Kara, rising from the Thanksgiving table, and telling Eliza point-blank that instead of reprimanding Alex for drinking so much, Eliza should stop to consider why she is, what she’s coping with, and she knows Eliza loves her but Rao, couldn’t she show Alex that a little more often instead of just telling her and expecting her to feel it?

It takes Maggie, taking Alex’s hand into one of hers and the car keys with her other, thanking Eliza for her hospitality but telling her in no uncertain terms that she couldn’t stay under a roof where the woman she loves is being made to constantly feel like she’s not enough, because Alex is more than enough just as she is, and she’s sorry, but they can’t stay somewhere that’s so hostile to Alex’s ability to recognize how incredible she really is.

Eliza doesn’t call for a week. 

Kara texts to tell her that Alex needs time.

Maggie texts to tell her that Alex needs space.

Alex doesn’t text at all, simply nodding her red-eyed approval at the messages her sister and her girlfriend are sending on her behalf.

Eliza doesn’t call for a week, but when she does call, she knows what she has to say, and – for the first time – she understands why she has to say it. And she feels it. Means it.

“Alex,” she says softly, stopping herself from saying her full name, because Kara’s pointed out how Alex flinches at her full name, every time, so why use it as a weapon? “Everything you’ve said to me over the years? About me making you feel responsible for Kara, like the weight of the world is on your shoulders? You’ve been right, all this time. Of course you have. My beautiful daughter. I took a fourteen year old child and I put the weight, not only of this world, but of another, on her shoulders – on your shoulders, my Alex – and I blamed you for things that weren’t, ever, your fault. When your father was taken by the DEO, I… and this isn’t an excuse, Alex, I have no excuses… I expected you to… to somehow replace him while also living up to impossible standards as a sister to Kara, and I… I didn’t see how you suffered. I didn’t want to see it, Alex, because if I did, then I… I would never be able to forgive myself. But that’s my problem, my darling daughter, not yours. I can’t ask for your forgiveness, Alex, because I’ve already asked for far too much from you, but I… I wanted to say that, forgiveness or not, I am sorry. And I love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone, and I… I will do better, Alex. If you want to give me the opportunity. I know you’re a grown woman, and I am so, so proud of the woman you’ve become – I’m so sorry I don’t say that enough – but I’d still love the opportunity to be a better mother to you. The mother you deserve. The mother you should have had all these years.”

Alex can’t speak because all Alex can do is sob, but Maggie drives her to Midvale the next morning, and she waits in the car, a small, somewhat sad smile on her face while Alex falls into her mother’s arms and sobs some more.

But the sobs are happier, now, than they have been in the past, and when Alex and Eliza both come to the car to insist Maggie come inside and eat with them – Eliza’s bought tiramisu, and Alex’s favorite pie, not Kara’s – Alex makes sure to hold Maggie close to her side, all day, all night, pressing extra kisses to her face.

And Eliza gives her extra attention, extra love, too, because she might be making up for lost time with Alex, but Maggie has lost time with parents to be made up for too.

And that idea? 

Eliza, mothering both her and her girlfriend with warm smiles and affectionate pet names and incredible cooking and even more incredible nerd talk?

Makes Alex the happiest woman in the world.

Moffat’s Reinette vs Real Reinette

I have always been really into history, and Madame da Pompadour has always been of great historical importance, she was one of the best female political figures in pre-revolutionary France.

Let me get this straight: Jeanne Antoinette Poisson (Reinette aka ‘little queen’ to her friends) was dead brilliant. When it came to French social politics, and philosophy, which was not an easy feat for a woman in the 1700s, she was an absolute genius. Her salon which she ran was attended by great minds of the day, reportedly Voltaire and Emile du Chatelet. She manipulated and charmed her way to the top, and was chief mistress for Louis XV from the year he met him. Unlike most mistresses, she also maintained a friendship with the queen, who once said that if her husband has to be unfaithful, at least it was to Pompadour. And there’s a reason why she’s so popular. While her 'job’ as chief mistress did revolve around entertaining the king, she was a deep participant in French politics, which is a great feat, considering she was a woman in pre-revolutionary France , And in a time where even daughters of nobles and clergy weren’t allowed to have a say in their marriage , Poisson acted as the 'uncrowned queen of France’. She focused much of her efforts on political affairs and philosophy. Her salon which she ran was attended by the most influential minds of the day, she didn’t just serve sexual purposes. She heavily participated in French politics, promoting people and using her influence and manipulation skills to run France from the background, hence the nickname, 'The uncrowned queen of France’. Also, unlike a typical 'mistress’, she charmed the king by debating with him, going on hunting trips, comforting him and staying away from him when he needed space. She was a mistress popular for her intellect, political and social skills, ability in the arts than her 'skills’ as a mistress.

And THAT is exactly where the episode 'The Girl in The Fireplace’ comes to play. Moffat’s interpretation of the character is not only completely inaccurate, it is just plain sickening. To characterize the 'uncrowned queen of france’ as a little girl obsessed with the 'fireplace man’, having her entire life revolve around this man, is just plain wrong. It degrades and reduces her character to nothing more than a woman famous for being a 'mistress’. After all, her whole function , is sex , so her life must revolve around flirting and falling in love with a dude.

The main problem is that Reinette is more famous for her brain than her 'skills.’ The interpretation of her falling in love with a man who she barely knows in is completely inaccurate to her character, but Moffat is famous for his sexism and reducing woman to just 'sexy.’ If she loved him because she had seen his pain while reading his mind (which grossed me out, it is basically mind-rape. Why is her reading his mind without his permission 'romantic’? ) I could somewhat begin to understand, but in historical context, considering her personality, she wouldn’t have been sexually attracted to the Doctor, and probably wouldn’t have snogged a man she barely knew. Also, the Doctor’s glee at being 'snogged by Madame da Pompadour’ also makes no sense, because Reinette wasn’t a great sex figure (well, at the time, yes for being Louis XV’s mistress, but historically, no), and the Doctor would have been much happier debating politics with her instead.

Steven Moffat did not do Madame da Pompadour justice, she wouldn’t have 'waited’ for a man all her life, she was strong and independent and would have handled the situation herself, to the best of her abilities. Historically, Madame Da Pompadour was a brilliant woman, and does not deserve the image Moffat painted for her, and neither does she deserve to being ragged because she did something the real person wouldn’t have.

We’ll collect the moments one by one

[A/N: A few small moments between Marcus and Abby during their 9 day stay in Polis. Not smutty, because there are far, far better writers out there for that. But I just couldn’t help but think about/write about their slow slide into easy intimacy and contentment we saw in 4x2. Title from Feist’s “Mushaboom”]

He watches Bellamy and Clarke walk through the Polis gates, waits until they disappear around the corner and he can no longer see them before he turns around and walks back to the central tower. He feels tired and drawn out, exhausted in a way that makes him feel like he’s sinking slowly into the ground.

It’s a gray day, the sun hidden behind the clouds like it’s ashamed of what it might see. The road is cleaner, at least, than it had been the day before. Still, you don’t have to look too closely at patches here and there to see the telltale spots where blood had gathered and pooled. He tears his gaze away from the spots in the lanes where half destroyed crosses are still raised and meets Abby’s eyes at the far end of the lane.

She looks beautiful, even in the middle of burned out city, even at the start of a new apocalypse. Her hair falls in waves past her shoulder, somehow shimmering in the gloom of the day. He wants to run his hands through it.

He shakes his head at the thought, though doesn’t dismiss it completely; just stores it away for a later, more private moment. Instead, he forces himself to focus on the task at hand. He sighs and walks towards her, his mind heavy with thoughts of catastrophe, his footsteps slow and tired.

“Abby - .” He begins, then stops when she grabs his hand and threads their fingers together. Suddenly, he can’t recall anything - all he can think is how soft her skin is, how surprised he is at the feel of their intertwined hands. Not at the action itself, though it’s new and unpracticed, but at the easiness of it. The effortless way their hands fit together.

“C’mon, let’s go inside.” 

He nods and squeezes her hand before they start walking in towards the tower. As they step into the dimness of the elevator, he has a sudden thought and turns to her.

“Where’s your room?”

She gives him a long look before she shakes her head, her words a statement that prop up a question in her eyes.

“I didn’t ask for one.”

His breath catches as it settles on him just exactly what she means and what she’s asking. He suddenly feels wide awake and aware, the low simmering longing in his veins suddenly lit at the ends with sparks of white hot want. He turns towards her and reaches a hand up to cup her cheek, his fingers dancing lightly across her skin. Her eyes are wide and bright, twin pools of desire he knows are reflected back in his own. He nods, his breath stuttering with want, his skin alight with heat.

“I’m glad,” he murmurs, before he dips his head and captures her lips with his.

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You Look Happier (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: Requested by anon: “your imagines are so good omgomgomg!!! is it possible if you could do a grayson imagine based off the song happier by ed sheeran? and could it be grayson’s pov? thx!!:)”
Word Count: 2,049
Warnings: Alcohol abuse, heartbreak. I cry.
A/N: I love this song, it’s saaad. Like who hurt Ed Sheeran so badly? :( Anyway, hope you like this dear anon. Thank you guys so much for almost 200 followers. Also, this is my 100th post, yay! Listen to the song for the full effect.


“Walking down 29th and park, I saw you in another’s arms
Only a month we’ve been apart, you look happier”

We had walked around town, Ethan and I, searching for a good location to film our newest video in. I hadn’t expected it at all, I hadn’t seen it coming. But there she was, in another man’s arms. She was standing outside a clothing store, bright smile on her face as she wrapped her arms around the man’s neck. It was like something had pierced my heart at the sight, because that smile was once only reserved for me. I stopped in my tracks, feeling like the breath had been knocked out of me and the tip of my fingers became numb. She looked so happy, way happier than she had looked when she was with me at the final stage of our relationship. Sure, it had been a month and she deserved to be happy because I had hurt her pretty bad, stuff that wasn’t supposed to be said, was said, and now she had moved on.

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Happier (Inuchiyo)

Word count: 200 words

He had always found her beautiful.

But today, she was absolutely breathtaking.

Her hair fell perfectly on her shoulders, her skin flawless and smooth, her lips painted with just enough rouge to compliment her smile, and her eyes just seemed to radiate the joy she felt for this moment. 

Inuchiyo could not believe this woman was about to become his wife. Never in his wildest dreams did he think this day would come. But it did, and everything was perfect. He couldn’t be happier. 

Within the audience, a teary-eyed Katsuie could not help himself. “My boy, my boy! He’s finally getting married! Oh, how time flies!” he exclaimed. “Sssh, you’ll ruin the moment!” Hideyoshi nudged the old man with his elbow. 

After Katsuie had quieted down, Hideyoshi heard a faint sniffling beside him. “Hey, you okay?” he asked, offering a kerchief. 

She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it immediately as she gathered her thoughts. 

She had known Inuchiyo for almost her entire life, and loved him with all her heart. And today, she will have to learn to accept that he was no longer hers. Because deep in her heart, she knew. 

She knew he was happier. ▪

A/N: Hnnnng okay this was a thousand times better in my head. If anyone wishes to make a full-blown fanfic out of this idea, please feel free to do so!!! I want Inuchiyo to be happy, even if that happiness doesn’t include MC.

EDIT: I haven’t read Inuchiyo’s MS yet, so I didn’t really have anyone in mind for the wife. It just breaks my heart seeing his unrequited love for MC in almost every other route/story. ; u ; So I figured, you know what, maybe you deserve to be happy with someone other than MC ha haaa. X’D

fucshias  asked:

who do u love. tell me abt these people I want to know them

black hair. speaks both german and french. hates math. my mother. bad 80’s dancing. architect. my confidant. my best friend. loves home renovation shows. symmetry freak. took a 10 year break from her career to raise me. designs cupboards for a living. dyes her hair. goes to pilates. worries about ageing. will buy me anything i ask for. let me drop out of school. cats eyes. likes bradley cooper. perfectionist. listens to led zeppelin and acdc and u2. the only person in the world i truly trust.

short. athletic. crooked nose. loves math. my father. loves science. doesn’t understand me. hellishly stubborn. got in a biking accident that knocked both his front teeth out. i cried for a week. travels a lot. rational. sends me links to articles that i don’t read. listens to cat stevens and abba and norah jones. sensitive. loves his kids.

misogynistic. antagonising. my brother. the funniest person i know. tall. gorgeous. plays three sports. could pass all his exams with his eyes shut. can read people like a book but does not give two fucks about them. taught me how to skip. doesn’t eat his vegetables. i mistake him for my father sometimes and it scares me. good with kids. makes fun of me. comes into my bedroom at 3am to talk about his feelings. screamed when his pink debit card came in the mail. doesn’t read. stubborn. good hair. loves me.

annoyingly smart. hard worker. worries almost as much as i do. my brother. short, but getting taller every day. the baby of the family. prodigal son. doesn’t understand me. charming and kind. hates tall buildings. still has nightmares. could be anything he wanted to be when he grows up. great with kids. insensitive. hilarious. doesn’t know his own strength. i would do anything for him.

short. long blonde hair. cornflower blue eyes. freckles. my best friend. no-one ever gets her goddamn name right. loves her cat. funny. needs to trust herself. great sense of fashion. looks good in everything. looks like she just walked out of a german fairytale. once danced with me to classical music in a packed cinema before the lights went down. deserves so much. the most beautiful girl i will ever know. is moving away this month. i don’t know how i’ll live without her. i don’t think i can live without her.

tall. really tall. freckles. eyes that switch between green and blue. my best friend. booming, infectious laugh. smiles like a thousand-watt lightbulb. hates her name. photographer. artsy. innocent. the only regret i ever have is not being friends with her sooner. lovely. is so goddamn lovely i can’t stand it. trusts me. looks good in scarves. likes greek mythology. i have not been to her house in the six years i have known her. loves remus lupin. can quote the hunger games bad lip reading video back to front. so many inside jokes. beautiful.

short. freckles. bright blue eyes. dark brown hair. my best friend. english accent that doesn’t shake. beautiful. an oddity. loves her dog. has never had a proper birthday party. good at makeup. unfathomably polite. accommodating. loves raw chocolate. giggles a lot. gets into laughing fits. watches the walking dead. would die for karl grimes. listens to angry screamo music. i will never understand why.

short. loves henry cheng. bilingual. james potter hair. glasses. so smart. funny. thinks the best of people. dedicated. needs to get more than 5 hours sleep. loves her little sister. arty. doesn’t shut up about the foxhole court. understands me. loves remus lupin almost as much as i love sirius black. doesn’t cut her fingernails because she plays guitar. the biggest heart of anyone i know.

tanned. poised gait. long limbs. smile that lights up a room. cute laugh. so gorgeous it squeezes my heart. listens to me. knows that i am capable of hating people and loves me anyway. you would never guess that she is hurting. positive. smart. is loved so much it could fill a room. elegant hands. the most beautiful voice.

tall. so talented but she doesn’t know it. gorgeous. lively. makes me smile when no-one else can. my happy place. understands people implicitly and it annoys me. makes me feel so light and unburdened. cannot go more than a week without talking to her. lion hair. will not let the ham thing go. would die for donna tartt and jo march. watches a lot of period dramas. has made me 10 times happier since the day i met her. i will never deserve her. i will never stop trying to deserve her.

gorgeous. cheeky grin. beautiful lips. nice hair. would die for buffy summers. bi as fuck. funny. makes me feel so supported and understood. loves me. so much. is sick and i never want her to be sick again because god she does not deserve to be sick and if i could reach inside her heart and take away all the black stuff i could but i can’t and it hurts me every single day and i will never ask but i will never stop trying. giggly. idiosyncratic. i will love her every day for the rest of my life and it will still not be enough.

Happier (Simon/ Miniminter)

Requested?: Yes
Warnings: None
Pairing: Simon and Reader

This is different from anything I have ever written. I really loved the way this came out I hope that you love it as well.
If you want to Listen to Happier by Ed Sheehan while reading this. It will make all the emotions and everything a bit better.


Simon’s POV

Being out with the other guys and their girlfriends used to be fun for me. That was when I had her with me, and I wasn’t by myself.

When I was with her everything seemed better, happier even. I didn’t ever feel alone or lost. I knew that wherever she was, I was right there with her.

I thought she was happy with me, until that one day. The day that ended it all.

One fight and it was all over. One fight and she walked out, never to return.

I thought that I would never see her again. That is until today.

I saw her across the road, but not by herself. She had another man’s arm wrapped around her.

I wanted to go over to her and tell her hi and about how much I missed her, but I just couldn’t do it. Not when she looks happy with him, I can’t be the person that takes away that happiness again. She can’t have another heartbreak or heartache because of me. I can’t see her cry again. That would break my heart all over again.

The next week I saw them across the bar from the guys and me. She was laughing at something he said. Her smile was twice as wide as it was with me, I could never make her that happy. He makes her happier than. I do.

Seeing her again makes me want to scream to the world how much I still love her. How much I want her back. How much I am hurting, just seeing her with someone else.

I’m guessing that Josh sees her across the room, because he turns to me and tells me that I will find another girl. Someone that I will be happier with than her. Someone that will make me feel that way again. I don’t believe him though. No one could ever make me as happy as her again. I’m still so in love with her. So much that it hurts.

Now I am sitting in my room back at the house. I have a half empty bottle sitting next to me.

I can hardly sit in this room anymore. It has too many memories of her in it.

From the way she would sit in my extra chair, just to watch me edit a video, or to film a video with me. When she would sit on my bed, yearning for me to come to cuddle with her and to stop editing.

The side of my bed where she used to sleep, I still cant sleep on. It still feels wrong to sleep there. So I still sleep on my side, as if she is still there.

I picture the way she used to come out of my bathroom, with my clothes on. Being how tiny she was, my clothes absolutely swallowed her up. They made her look ever smaller than she was.

I still can’t wear her favorite shirt of mine. It reminds me too much of her.

I still have the heart on my keychain that she gave me, the one that matched the necklace she had. I just don’t have the heart to get rid of it. That would mean that I have fully given up on ever getting her back, which I’m not ready to do.

I hardly ever leave the house or my room anymore. The guys try everything they can to get me out, but I won’t come out. I’m not the same person anymore. Ever since she left, I haven’t been as happy. I’m sure that my fans can tell something is wrong, but I won’t say anything to them. I don’t want them to give her any hate. I want her to always be happy. No matter if she is with me or another man.

So when I am filming a video, I put on a fake smile. Making sure that I still seem like the happy person I once was. No matter how much my heart is still breaking. I force myself to laugh, but it doesn’t come out as genuine as it used to. I want to seem happy that way if she watches my video she will think that I am okay, even if I am not.

I know that I don’t deserve her anymore. She deserves someone who will treat her like a queen. Someone that will give her all their time. She needs someone that will give her everything. Someone who would drop everything and travel the world with her, because I know how much she loves to travel.

I know that she is happier with that guy I saw her with.

Is it selfish of me to say that I wish she was still mine? That I don’t want her with another person? That I want her all to myself?

I’m still so in love with her. I want her back so much. The guys keep telling me that I will fall for someone new. Someone that will make me happier. That one person will pick my heart back up and put it back together again.

I don’t want anyone else though. I just want her. I want her forever. I regret everything that I said during that fight. I told her that I never wanted to see her again, I didn’t mean it though. I told her that. I never loved her. Again a total lie.

I want to see her again. I never stopped loving her. She is still my everything and I still have hopes that one day she will come back to me. I still have hopes that she loves me just as much as I still love her.

Maybe one day, someone will break her hear just as I did, and she will come back to me.

If he ever does break her heart, I hope that she knows I will be here for her. Ready to pick the pieces back up. Ready to make her smile and laugh again.

Ready to make her happy again.

Draco Malfoy X Male!Reader - the one.

title: the one. 

Alpha!Draco Malfoy X Omega!Male!Reader
warnings: light sexual themes, mpreg themes
he/him pronouns used for reader
* reader and draco in same year, sixth year to be exact, and reader is in syltherin
** au where there is no voldemort because they deserve to be happy
*** contains blaise/pansy, harry/george

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Bismuth doesn’t get bubbled, or, even better, Steven tells the crystal gems he bubbled her, they insist she gets unbubbled.
She’s out, she apologizes for attacking Steven but will not go back on her stance of shattering the Diamonds. The gems agree. Garnet pushes to shatter Blue last, to put her through the pain of seeing her leaders-in-arms shattered. Pearl wants White shattered first because of her bad memories of her, and she pushes to free the Diamond’s pearls really hard. They don’t deserve to be slaves, she points out. Amethyst gets really excited because if they do this, she can not only SEE the famethyst again but FREE them, so they can be even happier.
With Bismuth, they build a new ship, one that will be more stable, and she arms Peridot with new limb enhancers, and Lapis with a sword she can wield in case there’s no water for her.
They free the humans and the famethyst first, because there’s normally only one gem there who’d care- Holly Blue. They either convince her (doubtful, she’s very loyal) or poof her and send her to the temple.
Pearl goes through the entire place to find the bubbled Rose Quartzes, open the door, and with the famethyst, Garnet, Amethyst, and Steven, they send every. Single. Bubble. To the temple.
They go home, because, obviously, that was exhausting, they pop every Rose Quartz bubble, and amass a new crystal gem army. Rose Quartzes, Amethysts, and assorted quartz soldiers.
They get together, make a plan, take the fight straight to Homeworld and shatter the diamonds, liberating Homeworld from their dictatorship.


Summary: Kaitlyn realizing that MC is moving on with Becca and she is trying sort out her feelings about it. 

Author’s Note: I heard the song Happier by Ed Sheeran and came up with this little story. I hope you like it. Thanks to @hollyashton for her help. 

You looked happier with her. You got the biggest smile on your face when you were talking with her at the gazebo. It looked like a secret rendezvous with her. You two were off in your own little world. You two never saw me watching your conservation you were more into her. I felt my heart sink as I watched you two. I could see that you were moving on. It had been only been a month since I was your girl. I didn’t want to take it personally because I know I hurt you. I slowly walked away from the scene in front of me. 

I walked back to our friends by the dance floor. I was trying to put myself back together and stop crying. It was mutual. I never deserved you in the first place. But daring, I was still in love with you. I know you deserved to be treated better and I hope that she will treat you better than I did. I guessed this pain I am feeling is heartbreak. I know now that I was happier with you than without you. I guess I had to fake a smile and try to hide how I feel.

I guess this pain I am feeling is heartbreak. James was the first person that saw me and come up and gave me a hug. I guess I wasn’t good at hiding the truth. “Hey, Kaitlyn. I know we don’t talk much but, we both love her in our own way.” We broke apart and I looked up at him, “She always said you were a smart cookie.” Looking down I let all of my breath out and said, “She’s moving on and I am still in love with her.” “One day you will be happy again,” he said as he patted my shoulder. “Tell everyone, that I went back to the suite,” I told him. 

I closed the door of the suite and I realized how hurt I was. That the fact was that you never did anything wrong. It was all on me.  That no one hurt you like I hurt you but, no one loves you like I do. Always pushing you away. I made it to my room. I know others deserved you more than me. I knew one day you would fall for someone new but, of all people you picked Becca. If Becca breaks your heart, like lovers sometimes do, I will be waiting here for you. You are worth it and I will be better the next time around… if you give me another shot      

Roses:: Sherlock × Reader

Warnings: Pretty angsty… i actually cried while writing this…

Originally posted by cumberbatchaddiction

It’s not that I’m afraid I’m not enough for her,

Oh, he certainly wasn’t afraid that he wasn’t enough for her, but the fact of the matter is, he just was; he was too much for her, and she felt as though she didn’t deserve a man like him. That broke him though because she was perfect for him, but he was more than perfect for her that he was not what she deserved at all.

It’s not that I can’t find the words to say,

He didn’t know how to describe the pain he was feeling because he never suffered this much for anyone. Yeah, maybe for those closes to him, but this pain was more violent towards his emotions; Sherlock Holmes is heart broken.

But when she’s with him, she seems happier,

She was happier in the arms of this new guy -Jason- that he couldn’t bare the pain of how he failed to do that himself. He should’ve put her before his cases and actually man up in the relationship. Of course people want their freedom, but she had too much that she felt as though her and Sherlock were just acquaintances. Jason kept her happy and made sure that smile was worth it.

And I don’t want to take that away,

He refused to come to the engagement party that John asked him to come to as Jason is pretty close to them considering the fact that he works with Lestrade, so he met Sherlock and John; that’s actually how he met you. You and Sherlock had already broken up when you and Jason got close. He didn’t want to go because he was afraid that he would ruin your day by showing up as he knew he would try to talk to you and end the engagement. Either way, he went to your engagement party with John.

It’s not that I don’t care about the love you have,

He cared deeply and he didn’t want her thinking he didn’t. She had so much love and he didn’t want to make it seem like he cared so little about it. Hell, he cared so much that the first seven months he’s been without you, he drank himself to a hangover. John, Mrs. Hudson, Molly, Lestrade and Mycroft were worried he was going to drink himself to death.

It’s not that I don’t want to see you smile,

He loved seeing your beautiful smile. He couldn’t bare the fact that he was the one who made you upset, while Jason made you smile. He didn’t want to start anything with him as he was the one who brought your smile back to life.

But there’s no way that he can feel the same,

The problem was, Sherlock knew Jason didn’t feel the same love that Sherlock felt and still feels towards you. He knew deep down that his love for you was endless. He tried to keep you from leaving, but you left anyway.

‘Cause when I think of you my mind goes wild,

The amount of times Sherlock thought of you more than the amount of times he asked for nicotine. It’s funny though because just the thought of you can screw up his deductions, his thinking, but most of all, his mind palace. You were the queen of his mind palace.

How many times can I see your face?

He didn’t know how many times he would be able to see your beautiful face without shedding a tear and without trying to get you back.

How many times will you walk away?

You walked out of the apartment you both shared, you walked out of his adventure of feelings, you walked out of his mind palace, but most importantly, you walked out of his life. 

I just have to let you know,

He really needed you to know how he felt, but not when you were the happiest female in the room. Lestrade knew how broken Sherlock was, and so did Mycroft. Mycroft just knew because you were his assistant who loved adventure and freedom. He let you go with Sherlock, and believe it or not, he approved of your relationship. However, seeing you in the arms of another that wasn’t his little brother, upset him, but he didn’t blame either of you for the break up, rather, he blamed himself because he caused you to be together knowing how his little brother was and how you were.

I’m not tryna start a fire with this flame,

Sherlock wasn’t trying to start anything considering that he already had Jason hating him for hurting you. He didn’t want to add fuel to the flame that was already lit, but that was what Jason wanted; to prove to Sherlock that he didn’t deserve you.

But I’m worried that your heart might feel the same,

Sherlock was certainly worried that you might still have feelings for him somewhere in that heart of yours. He didn’t want to be the cause of your downfall once again. Hell, you were happy with Jason and that’s all he really needed.

And I have to be honest with you baby,

He wanted to be honest with you, but of course, honesty was Sherlock’s curse; honesty was the easiest way to offend anyway. He took ‘the truth hurts’ to a whole other level. Honesty was certainly not the best policy for Sherlock.

Tell me If I’m wrong, and this is crazy,

He wanted you to tell him that he was wrong because what he wanted to say was indeed crazy -no- insane, for that matter. It was definitely complete gibberish!

But I got you this rose,

He got you a beautiful peach colored rose that Mycroft mentioned was one of your favorite colors for a flower.

And I need to know,

He just needed to get a simple yes or no, and then he would leave you in peace.

Will you let it die or let it grow?

He just wanted the proof that you still cared about him, or if you had let those thoughts leave you, and let new ones consume your mind.

You can tell me to stop if you already know,

He went up to you after you left Jason’s side with a small peck; oh, how Sherlock missed those. Once he got to your side, with the rose hidden in his blazer, he tapped your shoulder. “Sherlock?” He nods at your question as your heart clenched. You missed him so much, you were already engaged. “You can tell me no, but may I have one last dance?” He asked as the last time you danced was at John and Mary’s wedding, but that was three years ago as you both ended two months after their wedding. You nodded with a small smile and rested your hand on his shoulder before he rested a hand on your back. 

Though I’m not sure my heart can take it,

His heart couldn’t handle the fact that you belonged to someone that wasn’t him. You were going to get married with said man, and possibly have small (Y/N)’s and small Jason’s running around; he was sure that the girl’s would be as beautiful as you. He twirled you around and you held back a giggle. Jason was dancing with his little sister, so he didn’t pay much attention to you and Sherlock. However, your small group of friend’s could still see the hint of love you have for each other.

But the look on your face says don’t let me go,

As the dance came to an end, you looked up at him and he deduced that you didn’t want him to let you go like you let him go. You loved Sherlock, you couldn’t deny it, but Jason clouded those feelings from you, so you didn’t realize how much you actually loved what used to be your high-functioning sociopath. He nodded slowly and pulled out the rose from his blazer.

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Melissa you can't do that to me you gotta resolve the fight you have to Make Rhys say that he loves her more than the night sky

A/N: You can find the post that started this here I promise that this has a happier ending.

I could not find her anywhere. I was such a stupid ass. I had let my jealousy get the better of me and took that aggression and anger out of the one person that I loved more than anything.  



Feyre, please.


Feyre, I love you, please.

I knew I deserved this silence. It had been hours since I watched her walk away from me. The guilt hit me, I don’t walk away – not from you. I needed to find her, I needed to fix this, because she was right. Everything I had ever shown her, every pain I had ever caused her, she had never walked away. She was the first person that saw all of me and didn’t even hesitate and instead loved me.  And I hadn’t done the same.

Three days, it had been three days since I last saw my mate. Everyone in the inner circle was looking for her. I watched Cassian land in the clearing ahead, his relief flooded through me. She was safe, wherever she was, she was safe.

“She’s safe,” he paused before he continued, “I have no idea what you did or said, but it’s bad.”

“Where is she?” My brother was already telling me something I knew. The look on her face before she left and she had not walked back. I knew it was bad.

He looked at his toes, torn between his sister and his brother, “Rhys, she wants absolutely nothing to do with you.”

I could not lose her, I would not lose her, “Where is she?”

“Rhys, she actually asked me if she could reject the bond.”

No, not that, anything but that, tears were streaming from my face, “Cassian, please, where is she?”

“I promised her that I would not tell you, but on my life I promise that she is safe.”

Seven days. My body screamed in pain from the exhaustion of searching, but I needed to find my mate. I needed to make this right. I prayed to the Cauldron and Mother, I needed a chance to make this right. I promised my body, just a little longer and then I would rest in the cabin.

My body hurt, and to make matters worse, I didn’t remember making it to the cabin. I sobbed as I felt the bond that had been cold and silent for a week, threatening to shatter my heart, is now full of worry and love. I could feel her warm familiar body next to mine.

“Feyre,” my voice sounds like a dying frog, “Feyre, I’m sorry, I am sorry I hurt you, I love you, I love you more than the night sky, please don’t leave me, I’ll do anything. I’m sorry –“

“Rhys, shhh, it’s OK, just rest.”

I cry at the sound of her voice and pull her into my body before sleep reclaims me.

I truly did not deserve the creature that was wrapped around me, not after what I said to her, not when I didn’t see her through her mask. I kissed her brow, savoring the moment of having her in my arms again.