and i kinda felt cute okay

Jerome Valeska x Reader: Daddy’s Little Doctor - Part Two

Originally posted by jeromevaleskasface

thanks so much to everyone being so nice with me! i’m glad you enjoyed daddy’s little doctor so much! here’s a part two just for you!

PART ONE

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‘Oh my God. What the hell am I doing?’ [Y/N] kept asking herself as she ran hand by hand with Jerome.

‘This is so crazy.’

“Ha! Do you see what I see, Baby Cakes? We’re just like Bonnie and Clyde!”

[Y/N] didn’t have enough time to answer, she gasped loudly at Jerome who just shot a random guy who was about to get into his car.

Jerome laughed. “We have our own vehicle now.” He took a driver’s seat and waited for [Y/N].

She sat beside him and as his hand moved to reach her thigh she took it like she wanted to hold it.

‘Shit. Don’t you dare to blush!’

He only smirked at the situation, not letting go of her hand. Both of them didn’t say anything about it. What if he didn’t really wanted to reach her thigh?

She could feel how awkward it was, at least for her, that’s why she decided to say something.

“So.. Where are we going anyway?”

“We’re.. going to get my face back, [Y/N].” He giggled.

She liked his giggle, it was adorable.

She turned to look at him. “Why do you want your face back though? I kinda like the new look.” She said with a smirk.

He chuckled. “Oh Darling, you never fail to make me smile. I know I still look hella fine but you should’ve seen me with my face on.”

“Well, I’ve seen you.. that day when they found out you killed your mother..”

“Ah good ol’ days!” He said happily. “So tell me Gorgeous, what did you think of me?”

“Nothing!” She said a little too fast. “I mean yeah, uh, nothing.”

Normally, [Y/N] wouldn’t have a problem with lying but Jerome really made her nervous at the moment!

“Awww, c’mon, you gotta tell me.” He looked at her with puppy eyes, not caring about the road, wheels of the car meeting an innocent man because of it.

“Sorry! Didn’t see ya!” [Y/N] looked at the scene with wide eyes.

“Okay now, where were we? Oh right, answer my question, Toots.”

‘He really enjoys giving nicknames… Anyway, I guess I have nothing to lose.’

“Well.. I thought you were kinda.. cute?” She couldn’t help but looked down at her hands and blushed. She felt bad for feeling like this because of a sociopath. But he was really sweet to her, ya know?

She could feel like.. herself with him. Everybody always expected her to be perfect. She was so tired of this.  She was only a human being.

He smirked still gazing at the road.. “Don’t cha too sweet for me, Baby?”


“What do you mean she left with him?!”

“Look, Jim, I couldn’t stop them. I already told you, she just left.. like that. She didn’t even protest.”

Jim made a weird face at her words so she added “That’s probably because she was too scared..”

Inside she knew she was wrong. [Y/N] looked shocked, then shy but definitely not scared. Lee had no idea what to think.

“We need to find her. We need to find them.


[Y/N] sat on a table where Jerome was lying 3 hours ago, when Dwight was trying to bring him back from the dead. She was looking at Jerome’s back for 5 minutes as he moaned in pain. He was “putting” his face back on and he was almost finished. [Y/N] felt bad for him, she didn’t like him being in pain. He was handsome in her opinion when he had no face, so she was 1000%  sure he’d be still handsome with staples.

Finally he finished his work and looked at Dwight.

“So, how’s the look?”

Dwight was really nervous. He was praying Jerome’s not mad but he noticed that [Y/N] was. 

“It looks good..” He wasn’t very persuasive, was he?

“You wouldn’t.. lie to me.. Right, Dwight?”

He shook his head. “N-no. I-it looks good.” Jerome was smiling the whole time. 

He looked like an angel in [Y/N]’s eyes.

Jerome noticed a gentle smile on her face and returned it.

“Now Dwight, would you stand over there? Me and Sweet Cheeks need to talk about something.” Dwight nodded quickly and almost ran to the place Jerome pointed out.

Jerome and [Y/N] moved aside and he explained, what he wanted to do. He wanted to leave a message for Gotham.

[Y/N] couldn’t be more excited.


“Testing, testing… Are we live? Are we on air?”

In the background you were able see Dwight, tied up to incendiary bombs.

“C’mere, Gorgeous, no need to be shy, you’re too pretty for that.”

She skipped to Jerome. “Hiya everyone!” She waved, giggled and kissed Jerome on the cheek. She was way more confident by now, thanks to her Puddin telling her not to worry.

“Some of you may know I died. Take it from me - death is dull! But coming back… that is something. Leave it to dying to give you a whole new perspective on life and I would like to share that with you.” He looked over at [Y/N] and blew her a kiss.

“Tonight, Gotham - in the darkness - there are no rules! So tonight, Gotham, do what you want, kill who you want. And when morning comes you too shall be reborn!” He took [Y/N]’s hand and fired an explosive.

“And, uh..”

“Dwight..”

“.. I don’t forgive you for my face.”

They started laughing like maniacs. ([Y/N]’s favourite kind of laugh) And left. Just like that. Again.



On daily basis, [Y/N] would feel bad. It wasn’t normal anymore, but on the other hand, she couldn’t be more happy to be with Jerome. They were in love! It felt like magic.

Like he was a Clyde to her, and she was a Bonnie to him!


You may wonder, why all of this had to happen?

I guess we will never really know. Maybe it happened because she was too tired of being a perfect child?

Too tired of having straight A’s?

Or too tired of rules?

Or maybe tired of always having to speak with respect?

She was too tired of one thing, she always had to be.

 She was tired of being Daddy’s Little Doctor.

The skype call one: Klance! :D

For an anon who requested Keith out of town Skyping a sick Lance, who passes out while they’re talking, and their landlord and friend Shiro has to come to the rescue. I made them all in their mid-20′s, and gave them all jobs that I headcanon them with. Keith is an investment banker, Hunk was a co-owner of a mechanics shop that closed and now works for Keith, Shiro is a yoga instructor (which: fuckin sign me up for that class hot dAMN), Pidge (though she isn’t in this fic) is an engineer, Allura (also not in this fic) is a CEO, and Lance is a phlebotomist. I hope it’s okay!

Side note, I’m actually pretty proud of the dialogue at the end. I think it’s damn cute. I can’t write relationships but I can kinda sorta write flirting???

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Sailor Moon Pop Up Store Taiwan

(I think this would be my first long post…)

Hi everyone! I’m a Sailor Moon fan in Taiwan. Today I’m going to share my one day trip to a very special event, a Sailor Moon Pop Up Store in Taiwan! :D

I’m really surprise to hear the news that the officials decided to have a POPUP STORE! They have it in Hong Kong once or twice but never in Taiwan. It’s really a store out of nowhere. They announced the news in Mid June and then it opens just like that on July 1st and would last for a month. Fans in Taiwan are really thrilled to hear this!

Anyway, I went on the first day. The open hour is 10:30 and when I got there about 11:00, the line was soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo long already! IT’S REALLY, REALLY LONG!!!! And the average temperature in Taiwan is 32 degrees c so it’s really really really also very hot! I guess that why they give out these fans to the fans waiting in line, a very wise choice.

They control the number of people in the shop and there’s no limitation on how long one wants to stay in the shop, bad thing is it seems to take FOREVER to get in, good thing is once you get in, you could choose leisurely. 

Here’s how the store look like

It’s not very big (it’s very small actually), 

Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask stand beside the entrance and on the rest three walls there’s the other 9 senshis.

I forgot to take a photo of the Uranus/Neptune/Saturn wall…

I’m very surprise for the new art they did for this event. Originally I thought it’s just a shop with the 20~25th anniversary merchandise, nothing you can’t already buy on the net, but they actually did designed some really good exclusive merchandise, keep reading I’ll show you guys later in the post :P

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and we meet again.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

“…princess.”

genre: royal!au, romance, implied smut

word count: 2.8k

I believed that I had a led quite a normal life, you know, besides being a ‘princess’ but that was besides the point. My parents had hidden me from the spotlight; they saw how my brother suffered and didn’t want me to have to experience the same thing. People would throw themselves at him, left, right and centre; it looked ever so uncomfortable, he never leaves his home now, too scared to make a move and one move could be the end of his image.

I on the other hand lived as normally as possible, of course, once every now and then I had to dress up and act like the role I was assigned at birth but most days I was just me, a uni student, nothing special and I liked it that way. It was comfortable and safe.

“Hey, ___. Jimin’s throwing a party tomorrow, wanna come?” Hazel asked me as she threw off her unnecessarily big coat. “Yeah, I’ll come, if you don’t appear with that thing.” “What’s wrong with it?” she asked me, disbelief in her eyes, as if I had just killed her whole family. “It’s the middle of summer and you look like you’re ready to hibernate. Wear something a little less warm tomorrow, will you?” I joked as I hung the big coat up. “I will, I just wanted to feel fancy and royal on campus, you know like you on the weekend.” “Dude, I’m not royal on the weekend.” I laughed at her ridiculous comment, of course she know that I was royal, the two of us had grown up together, so she knew all of my secrets. She was shocked when I told her I was going to live with her in uni; she made this whole fuss, it was quite funny to watch her.

“Okay, sorry, your Highness.” she sarcastically called from the kitchen. “Make me a sandwich as well, will you?” “Your wish is my command, your Highness.” “Fuck you!” I said as I entered the kitchen to pour Hazel and myself some ice tea. “So, who’s going to the party?” I asked Hazel as she spread butter on the slice of bread. “Apparently, Jimin’s invited everyone and there’s someone he wants us to meet, I forgot his name but he’s quite chill apparently. A bit strange at times but a nice guy. That’s what I’ve heard anyway.” she told me as she put her finishing touches on the sandwiches. “I can’t wait to see who this mysterious guy is.” I joked as I took the cups into the living room and placed them on the coffee table. “If he’s hot, would you date him?” she asked as she placed my sandwich plate in front of me.

“You know I’m not looking to date.” I told her, before I took a bite out of her sandwich. “But what about a fling? You’ve had those, right?” she asked me. “I’ve not touched a soul.” I laughed as I switched the TV on. “You haven’t done anything, with anyone? Not even kiss? I thought you would have had some secret fling that you were keeping from me but you’re so honest with me that I know nothing’s happened.” she pouted as she flipped through the channels. “If he’s nice I guess I’d give him a shot, but not long term. You know what my parents are planning, I’ve agreed to it already.” I said as I rolled my eyes at the thought of marrying someone I didn’t know. “You trust them, right? They’ll hook you up with someone who’s good for you, he’ll treat you well and if he does lay a finger on you, he’ll catch these fists.” she joked as she pulled me into her body for an embrace.


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Criminal Minds Coffee Shop Headcanons
  • Hotch: Orders black coffee with a dash of milk, comes in every morning before work and every day at lunchtime...and sometimes after work, always one of the first people in, has a strange attachment to the danishes
  • Derek: Is constantly changing his order, lets people cut in front of him in line if they look like they're having a bad day, flirts with the barista, goes to the donut shop across the street as well to flirt with her...and for the donuts
  • Spencer: Orders way too much coffee- drinks it all, puts too much sugar to be healthy in his coffee, reads an entire book while waiting in line, will unashamably come in at like 10 o'clock at night, secretly obsessed with the muffins
  • Rossi: Orders straight up black coffee, sits in the corner and writes for hours and hours but also people watches, comes in every Sunday, Mr. Banana Bread
  • Emily: Gets the seasonal lattes, when she doesn't know what to get she orders a cappucino or caramel macchiato, gets to know the other regulars, the type that would tell the barista a fake/inside joke/pun/movie reference name, brings her own cup, feels fancy when she orders scones for some reason
  • JJ: Worships the hot chocolate, more than definitely a cake-pop kinda girl, if she does get coffee it's usually decaf, brings the kids in sometimes so they can get hot chocolate with her
  • Garcia: Has an insanely long, obscure order, but personally gets to know every single one of the baristas so it's okay, has tried every single pastry that is for sale
Why I really enjoyed episode 21?

I’ve decided to sum up my feelings from chapter 21 which was, in my opinion, really great. Why? Okay… firstly the setting… finally we have almost whole chapter set somewhere else than Sangwoo’s house, basement or some place in the city. It kinda felt refreshig.

Secondly at the beginning I felt that nothing interesting will happend but at the end I realized how many f..kin’ important moments there were. Like the fact that we get to know a drop of Sangwoo’s past and his parents.

Plus as someone mentioned here… we have here another small hint that his mother may had some psychological issues (ehm… was e.g., insane). Another thing is, that we get to know that Sangwoo is having hallucinations (I think someone also mentioned there that in first season SW said that sometimes he heard how she’s banging on the door… like hello… your mom is dead boi - so you know what i mean). This time it was a man crossing the road.

Another information considering Sangwoo is, that somehow he’s afraid of bleeding. Meaning when he’s bleeding. I was thinking why? And how’d even happened that he started bleeding? Bite his tongue or mouth? But he would have felt it or not? And why he freaked out so much because of such insignificat thing? Since he murdered so many people and see their blood. It’s definitely something what we will found out later.

So now they are hiking. Beautiful nature. I dunno how Koogi’s doing it but everytime when I see her drawings where’s just everyday life and so on I feel like it’s real (I would die for animated version to be honest xD). Everything looks calm. Bum fell down, Sangwoo helped him to get up (nice). Now cute Bum.

And after cute Bum we see, again, upset Sanwgoo. Now let me get off the point here and let’s see Sangwoo’s shocked and not-so-calm expressions aka something which we are not able to see at him.

Honestly I was so satisfied when I could see Sangwoo knocked off balance (that little d..k). That he can freak out too. Anyway now we get to know another information from his past aka where he dig a grave for his father. And after knocking Bum into water his expression is somehow nostalgic and maybe sad?

SANGWOO could you just… stop looking so freakin’ good, because you are evil… you are murderer… you are crazy and I don’t want to have wild imaginations about me and you in this hot tub!!!

Okay… sorry for this outburst, but seriously… he is the worst person ever but I still kinda love him? (I know I know… but please don’t hate me xD ). Anyway in a hot tub we can see kinda cute scene between Bum and Sangwoo… and somehow I felt like Sangwoo is being honest and that his feelings are real. Just look at this scene.

He really looks genuine not some kind of a game. Maybe it is just stoopid me and deluding myself that Sangwoo can be nice and sweet too (LOL you wish). To sum it up (sorry for such a long post) this chapter was about Sangwoo and I dare to say about REAL Sangwoo without any ulterior motives. We get to know more information about his past and it was kinda nice. Plus… Koogi’s art is getting better and better every chapter! I LOVE YOU KOOGI! Keep on doing such an amazing work <3

4

“Paris is good. Nice call, Monsieur.”

“De nada, muchacha.”

Thank you for 100 follows! Needless to say, I miss these two real bad and I have for around six years. DC writers are pretty sadistic ya know that? Then again, I guess I might be too.

Because who has time or money to read almost 30 years of relationship development…

Under the cut: Look Over Your Shoulder, a monologue recap Fanfic: Fluff/Humor/Angst. DC Rebirth. Wally’s POV. Warning: Mention of the grief typically associated with Alzheimer’s. Also I cried while writing this. Story set to this song.

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a drabble where reader is traveling with the bros and one night at camp they murmur Prompto's name in their sleep? Prompto thinks it's super adorable and is probably really flustered talking with reader afterwards, even though they don't know. The bros tease him mercilessly about how awkward he is behind reader's back. Eventually the truth comes out about what happened and reader is super embarrassed, but Prompto reassures them that he’s flattered and thought it was really sweet.

This is such a cute idea AHHHHH. I’ve been thinking about it since I received it, trying to make this as cute as possible. Hopefully I did good and you enjoyed it. <3

Sorry it’s a little shorter than expected. I’ve got a killer headache and just wanted to get this out to y’all as soon as possible.

Tagging my fav Prompto lover @rubyphilomela​ <3

A Late Night

Prompto…”  

The sound of your quiet voice was just loud enough to awaken Prompto from his heavy slumber.

“Hm?” Prompto grumbled at the sound of his name. 

Was it time to get up already?! Ugh… five more minutes…. at least!

He pushed himself off his stomach to find the source of your voice. It was still nearly pitch dark within the tent. 

“Why do we gotta wake up this early? Ughhh,” his thoughts complained with a loud echo inside his head. 

His eyes scanned the tent until he found your body still curled up in your sleeping bag a few feet away beside him. “Y/N?” Prompto gurgled a tired response as he rubbed his eyes with his fists, sitting up completely. His deep blue eyes began to flutter open. 

“Prompto,” your voice called to him again in a gentle murmur. 

Prompto stared at you in silence. You were asleep. Instantly, Prompto’s freckled cheeks began to warm with a pink blush. “Y/N?” Prompto forced a whisper from his lips. “Are you awake?” 

No response. 

Butterflies flew endless circles within Prompto’s gut. 

Why were you calling his name?!

He was fully awake now, his eyes scanning you as you slept. You looked so precious… peaceful… 

Prompto glanced over his shoulder to find Ignis on his other side, sleeping soundly on his back. On the Royal Advisor’s right side , laid Gladio leaning to his side exhaling a deep snore every several seconds. Of course, Noctis laid sprawled out across the tent’s entrance with drool dripping down the side of his chin. 

Prompto puffed out his cheeks with a deep inhale. He held his breath in as he searched his mind on what he should do in response to your calls.

Should I wake them up? 

No, I can’t do that. They look so comfortable. 

He then exhaled the air that took refuge in his cheeks along with several of the butterflies that were hidden in his stomach. He felt his muscles relieve themselves as tension exited his body.

Okay you can do this,” his thoughts assured. 

With his face still as pink as a flamingo, he scooted his body closer to yours. Careful not to make a single sound, he lowered himself back onto the tent floor. Gingerly, he wrapped his lean and muscular arms around your torso.

He braced himself for you to stir in your sleep, but you merely only cuddled closer with a light smile gracing your lips.


“Hey Prompto, can you pass me your camera?” You asked pleasantly as you spotted a caterpillar slowly worming its way across a leaf. “I know you hate bugs, but this would make an awesome picture!” 

You kept your eyes locked on the critter as you awaited for a response from the bubbly blonde but received none. “Prompto?” You repeated, swinging your head in the direction of your four traveling companions. 

You watched as Gladio chuckled lowly, eyeing you and then Prompto. Noctis elbowed Prompto in the ribs all while the blonde’s pale cheeks got increasingly red. Ignis seemed to ignore the others teasing toward Prompto and busied himself with his smartphone. 

“Everything okay over there?” You called out to the group of guys. 

“Oh everything is just fine,” Noctis called back, wiggling his eyebrows toward you, then pushing Prompto forward in your direction. Prompto’s eyes widened as he was forced toward you. 

“Go talk to her!” Gladio didn’t bother to lower his volume. 

Wincing at the King Shield’s words, Prompto reluctantly walked forward. You cocked your eyebrow upward feeling genuinely concerned at what was causing him to be so suddenly distant from you ever since you left the campsite that morning.  

Step by step he got closer to you. 

“You okay?” You questioned with a low volume as he was only a single foot away from you. 

“Uh, yeah, everything is fine. You wanted my camera right?” He stuttered, his eyes looking at everything but you.

“Never mind about the camera, Prom. I’m worried. Did I say something to upset you yesterday or something?” 

No response. 

“Do I have something in my teeth?” You forced a laugh in attempt to bring a smile to Prompto’s face, but his lips didn’t even quiver. Your stomach suddenly went sour. What did you do to have him shaken up so badly?

 “Prompto… you can talk to me. You won’t hurt my feelings,” you assured him.

Clearing his throat, Prompto soon began to speak. “Listen… uh…” he began with trembling words. “Last night, w-when we were all asleep…” His eyes searched the ground. “Uh… well, you see,” he shifted uneasily. 

You watched him with eyes full of concern.

“You kinda… were calling out to me while you were asleep,” he let spill. “Like… you uh… you were saying my name in your sleep.”

As soon as you were able to process his words, you felt as if all color flushed from your face. “Oh! I…” You began to stutter just as bad as Prompto. “I am… I’m sorry Prompto. I swear, I had no idea!”

“No it’s okay,” he assured, taking a quick glance at you before shooting his eyes back to his boots. “I um- actually thought it was kinda cute,” he whispered. 

“A-are you serious?” You questioned breathlessly. 

“Heh, yeah,” Prompto nodded, sheepishly. “I feel strangely honored that you called my name.” His face continued to get impossibly more and more red. 

Did you guys kiss yet!?” Nocits’s voice sounded from behind Prompto.

“Dude! Shut up!” Prompto turned over his shoulder to scold his friend. 

A shy giggle left your lips as you tried to stifle your desire to smile. Of course, you were unsuccessful. 

“I’m sorry… about that. They’ve been teasing me none stop since they found us this morning.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Found us?” 

Oh crap. I probably shouldn’t have said that,” Prompto muttered so his words barely audible.  “I uh, well…” he collected his thoughts. “When I heard you calling my name, I kinda scooted closer to you and kinda.. uh cuddled with you,” he admitted with one quick breath.

Your mind screamed with emotions you were unable to decipher.

Embarrassment? 

No that’s wasn’t all…

“Prom… I-I,” you sputtered. 

Oh screw it, your mind screamed. You lunged yourself into Prompto’s arms and pressed your lips against his. 

“Woooo!” Gladio and Noctis howled in unison from behind.

Prompto was taken aback by your sudden act of affection, but soon melted as he wrapped his arms securely around your waist.

“Wow,” Prompto breathed as your lips parted after moments of being practically glued together. 

“Heh,” you chuckled, your heart pounding within your rib cage. “Wow is right.”

Distractions pt 8

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Yoongi x Reader (ft. Jimin)

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 3551

Originally posted by k-omachi

Back and forth and back and forth…under his lids, his eyes darted back and forth until he finally woke up. Darkness blanketed the entirety of the room rendering Yoongi completely disoriented. He sat up in his bed and rubbed his forehead, his sweat left a thin layer of residue on his palm. Nothing but a pitch darkness could be seen. 

What time is it? It must be the middle of the night…

Waking during the night hours was always a problem for him. While he could easily find himself a spot and spontaneously nap virtually anywhere during the day, night was completely different. Once woken up, it was almost impossible for him to go back to sleep. He thought that talking until he was tired again was the solution. Even in the middle of the night, he’d sometimes show up at one of his other friend’s houses if none of the other members were awake. Talking did help. In fact, that was his go-to solution for years…but it only really worked well when he spoke with a certain person. 

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He wasn’t ok.

College was hard, harder than he’d expected, and he wasn’t ok.

Nursey had barely slept last night, thinking about college and exams and how he was going to fail and he might as well drop out and move home because he was going to end up back there anyway and disappointing his parents and his team. 

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Paints

In which Dan wants you to paint his nails and then gets super happy and embarrassed when you do.

About a week before they were supposed to leave for Australia, Dan came to me. I knew 2017 was his year of loving and accepting himself more, so I wasn’t surprised when one night while were in bed he asked me to paint his nails. I was more supportive than anyone else, probably. “Of course, baby,” I said while smoothing my thumb over his dimple, “but we’re going to have to make a run to the store because I don’t think I have any polish here at the flat.”

The next day I dragged him up out of bed and down the street to the nearest drug store. I went to the beauty aisle and perused the countless shades and brands along the wall. Dan had slipped away and was hiding at the end of the aisle. “No one’s going to judge you picking out nail polish with your girlfriend, bear. Come over here and tell me what you want.” He came up to me and we spent the next fifteen minutes going through colors. Eventually he settled on a standard black, a sky blue and a sheer pink. When I sent him to get in line, I secretly grabbed a glitter polish as well. As a treat for being so patient with him earlier, Dan insisted we stop at a cafe and he buy me breakfast.

The rest of the day went on as normal, Phil had been awake by the time we got back and we all did our own thing. Dan and Phil went to stockpile some more videos before they left next week, and I decided to use the blue polish I’d purchased earlier on my toes. I was admiring the color against my skin when I heard the guys come bounding downstairs. I squealed and lifted my legs before they could jostle me and mess up the wet polish. Phil headed for the kitchen, saying he’d get started on dinner, while Dan plopped down next to me on the sofa. “It smells like a damn nail salon in here,” he teased. I nudged at him with one of my feet and he smacked it down. “Get used to it, you’re next.” Some of that shyness from the store came back on his face. I squeezed his cheeks between my palms. “I understand if you don’t wanna do this, we can wait or we can never speak of it again.” He shook his head as much as he could and I kissed his lips gently. “Great, then let’s get started!”

We both decided that the black and the blue were too noticeable for his first manicure, but he promised me that he’d wear it when he was more comfortable. So it would be the pale pink. We were in the dining room table and he sat himself across from me. I placed down a nail file, the pink polish and some top coat as well as a couple sheets of paper towel. The glitter polish was secretly between my legs, hidden from view. “Now, when I put all of this on, you need to be careful with your hands. The polish takes some time to dry completely so no typing or whatever else you’d do with your hands. I don’t wanna spend all night fixing smears.” Dan swallowed and nodded slowly. I gave him a gentle smile and reached out for his hands. He placed them into mine and I ignored how cold and sweaty they were.

I filed down a couple of his nails first. I knew he bit them so they were pretty short to begin with, but I still made them the same length. Next, I uncapped the bottle of pink and carefully painted his nails, smoothing off the excess. The polish was sheerer than I thought, and I did another coat asking him if that was visible enough or if he wanted it darker. He told me it was enough. I examined his nails, the color was barely noticeable against his skin. If he didn’t say he had any polish on you’d never know it. I figured it was time for the surprise. “So I was thinking, that pink is so cute, but it needs…something.” Dan raised his eyebrow. “What do you mean something? Did you get like stickers or jewels because I don’t think I’m ready for-”

“You think I know how to put that shit on? No, I just got this.”

I placed the glitter polish on the table next to the top coat. “It’s subtle, but when you go in the sun you could probably see the sparkle.” His face was unreadable. “I-It’s fine if you don’t want it bear, baby steps and all…I just thought you’d like it.” Now I felt bad, this was probably already weird enough as is being his first time wearing polish, I shouldn’t be pushing him. I went to put the glitter to the side. “No, you can put it on. I think it’d look kinda cute. Just maybe not a bunch okay?” I smiled big and uncapped the bottle. Of course not, just a little for flair and then you’ll be done, Mr. Howell.” He put his hands back where I could reach them.

When I was done and the top coat had been applied, I capped the bottles and went to turn on the kitchen light. “Woah! The glitter looks cool,” Dan said. I giggled, he looked like a little kid as he examined his fingers. He tilted them all around and watched the light bounce off the glitter. I smiled, happy that he was happy with it.

Later that evening we were all enjoying dinner and some show in Netflix I half paid attention to. Much to my displeasure, I ended up having to fix his nails a couple times before sitting him down and telling him not to move until we ate. He pouted, but listened to my orders. Now that I was certain everything had dried, he was back to playing on his laptop, but every few minutes I noticed him looking over his fingers, placing them in the light and looking at the glitter. Phil had noticed them earlier, and told Dan they looked nice, even joked that he would consider polishing a couple of his own. That made me smile, Phil was literally the most supportive friend in the world.

That night, while we were laying down in bed together, Dan kissed me until I didn’t know my own name. “W-What was that for?” I gasped. Dan ran his fingers through my hair and wrapped his other arm around me. “For being the best girlfriend ever.” The intensity in his eyes made my face hot. “All I did was paint your nails, bear. That’s not exactly a huge thing.” I laughed uncomfortably and wanted to cover my face. Dan was serious, though, not a trace of humor on his face. “Because most girls and guys I’ve dated would’ve never done something like this for me, even though painting my nails isn’t even that big a deal. You’re breaking gender roles pumpkin.” He was rambling, and he started sounding ridiculous. I wanted him to stop talking, so I brushed our lips together to silence him and and just laid my head against his chest. He kissed the top of my head and we went to sleep.

A/N: A little drabble because I really love that picture of Dan with his nails painted! ^o^~ He’s v soft and v adorable (Also I know I made Dan bi in this and that’s not rlly canon but I mean c’moooon)

Study Buddy

Originally posted by lauraharrier

Imagine: Peter gets assigned to be your tutor in Chemistry, but things turn steamy

Warnings: Smutish just second base sorta stuff

MASTERLIST

You sat in your living room, anxiously awaiting the arrival of your tutor. You recently failed your last Chemistry test, and you hadn’t been doing too great all semester, so your teacher assigned you a tutor. Even though you knew you needed one, you weren’t too happy about being forced into it. You were afraid it was going to be super awkward and you were just going to look like an idiot.

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anonymous asked:

Wait, what? What was the missed opportunity w/ Magnus' cat eyes?

Honestly? It felt kinda out of place in my eyes. Yes, I get the intention behind it and it was kind of cute that Magnus showed his cat eyes to Max but ….

To me, that moment when Magnus would reveal his cat eyes to Alec, it always was something special. Intimate. Just them. So that Alec could appreciate the beauty of it. And tell Magnus how beautiful they are and all that.

And we got a scene where it somehow felt like… okay, let’s get this over with. It didn’t fit the moment. At all. Especially not with Maryse around.

True Colors/// Teddy Lupin x Reader

Request:Hey, just asking, can you do a Teddy fan fic or a Remus fan fic or a Fanfic with Remus and Teddy? If not sorry for wasting your time :)                       ( @cutegirlygirl1223 )

A/N: The most iconic #wastehertime2017. I decided to go with Teddy cause it’s time I widen my fanfiction horizons or whatever. This is based on that one text post about Teddy Lupin that went around a while ago so idea credits to whoever made that. Enjoy!

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   You felt someone cover your eyes and a slight smile creeped onto your face. You knew exactly who it was. 

   “Guess who,” Teddy called in a sing song voice. 

   “Who other than the one, the only, Quidditch legend Teddy Lupin?!” His hands were removed from in front of your eyes so that you could actually see him. You were surprised that he even showed up to breakfast with how much he had been practicing but you were glad he did. You were also surprised by his hair today. It was your favourite color. You knew he did that just for you which made you smile.

   “Finally eating huh?” 

   “No actually, I just came to see you before the game.” He was already had some of his Quidditch clothes on. It made you a little jealous to see him in his jersey because usually you liked to wear it but he looked better in it anyways. 

   “Oh, you are eating today, okay? You’ve been stressing about this, what would Harry think? And your gran?” Teddy rolled his eyes. You grabbed a piece of bacon and poked him in the lip. He glared at you. You poked him in the face a few more times. 

    “You’re so annoying.” While his mouth was open you shoved it in. He grabbed it and began to chew. “Fine, whatever. It’s bad luck to eat before a game anyways.” 

   “That’s complete rubbish. I’m not gonna let you starve yourself for some stupid game.” He gasped dramatically. 

    “It is not a stupid game, it’s a way of life,” he said sarcastically. “You’re coming, right?” 

   “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” 

   “Good because you’re my lucky charm. Speaking of my lovely lucky charm do you like the hair? It’s also gonna bring me luck.” 

    “The hair isn’t a lucky charm, it’s you flirting.” 

    “It’s only flirting if it’s working.” Teddy’s eyes made their way up to yours. “Is it working.” 

    “Maybe…hey don’t you have a game to be at or something?” Teddy fake pouted. 

   “Yeah but I hate to leave you.” He was closer than usual and almost as if it was the first time ever you noticed how kissable his lips were. But no, you weren’t about to kiss him that easily. 

    “Bye, Lupin.” Teddy got up and walked towards the exit. At the very last moment he turned around and blew a kiss at you. You pretended to catch it and smile.


    The game was going well. Teddy was absolutely killing it. Throwing the Quaffle right past the Keeper again and again and again. You cheered loudly every time. He was a bit of an annoying showoff and doing flips on his broom whenever he scored. He would ride past your spot on the stands and yell “thank you lucky charm” or something along those lines. You would tell him to piss off but secretly you loved it. 

    “Teddy Lupin has possession of the Quaffle again. He’s on a roll today folks. He approaches the goal. Bludgers soar at him but he dodges them all. Closer and closer to the goal. Slytherins are swarming him on either side doing their best to stop him from scoring but he speeds past all of them. And he scores!” 

    You burst into applause. Teddy came flying towards you. “It’s all ‘cause of you lucky charm.” You laughed slightly. 

    “Get out of here. Get back to the game, Lupin.” The Slytherins did not look happy. Most were standing hovering on the other side of the field. 

   You were too distracted with Teddy and he was too distracted with you to notice the one Slytherin, aiming a Bludger right at Teddy. It hit him square in the face and he was instantly out. He began to plummet to the ground. You screamed and shot out of your seat. You made your way out of the stands and down to him. 

    He had a bruised on his face and what looked like a broken nose. And maybe a broken arm and leg. You felt like you were about to cry. Teachers and students began to flood the field. Madam Hooch was yelling at the Slytherin who hit him and you were glad she was because if she didn’t you would. You stood over Teddy and ran alongside him as they whisked him to the hospital wing. 


   All of his teammates were gathered around the bed with his realatives standing closer.. You stood next to him trying not to cry. Suddenly, Professor McGonagall burst into the room. She looked concerned which didn’t surprise you, she had always liked Teddy. 

    She approached the bed and when she saw Teddy she gasped. 

    “It’s bad, I know,” you mumbled. 

    “No it’s not that…he…he looks just like his father.” Now she looked like she was gonna cry. She came closer to him and ran her hand across his arm before turning to leave. You looked down at him and focused on his features. He didn’t quite look like Teddy, he still looked slightly like himself but not quite. There were a few details about him that weren’t there normally. 

   Freckles that were scattered across the bridge of his nose. Brown hair. Rounder face. You had only seen a few images of his dad that he had shown you but you were sure that he now looked exactly like him. Your mouth fell open and your hand went up to cover it. 

   Slowly, Teddy’s eyes began to open. They were more hazel now than their typical green. You smiled. “Everyone looks so upset…who died,” he croaked out. Everyone laughed a bit. 

   “Wait…was it me?” Everyone was just standing there staring because of how different he looked. “Seriously what’s wrong?” His eyes paned over to you. “You too (Y/N)?” 

   “Teddy you just look so…different. You look just like your dad. McGonagall says just like him.” His eyes went wide. 

   “What? No! Get out! Get out!” Everyone looked surprised, even you. He focused on turning back, a few of his roots turned turquoise but he seemed to be straining himself. Madam Pomprey came and told everyone to clear out. Teddy grabbed your wrist. “Can you…stay?” You smiled kindly. 

    “Absolutely.” Everyone left. Teddy scooted aside so you could lay in the bed with him. 

   “So…do I really look like him?” 

   “I mean…I haven’t seen many pictures but from what I’ve seen, you absolutely do.” He stared straight upward. He swallowed harshly. 

   “You know growing up I would try my hardest to transform into my dad. I would stand in front of a mirror with his pictures and try and try and try but nothing would ever happen. So I would cry and Harry or Ginny or Nan would comfort me. So I stopped trying and I put dads pictures away and I stopped thinking about them. I couldn’t deal with it. I wanted to be close to him but he’s so far away. I stopped wanting to be close because it felt like such a childish thought and now….” He paused and a tear slipped down his cheek. “Can you tell me how I look? Please.” 

    “Okay…you have freckles. Just on your nose put they’re there. They’re really cute. Your hair is brown now which is kinda crazy. Your eyes are green. Your head shape is different. I’m sure there’s other things but I never knew your dad, you would have to ask McGonagall for all of that.” He nodded. 

   “Thanks.” You moved closer to him and without you asking he put his arm around your waist. You wrapped your arms around him. You put your head on his chest and his rested on top of yours. 

    “So you gonna keep the new look?” He smirked slightly. 

   “I don’t think so. I mean, it was nice to have this connection to my dad and everything but it’s just not me. I mean, brown hair, that’s absolutely insane. The freckles however, may stay.” You moved upwards so that you were hovering right over him. You kissed his nose and it scrunched up slightly as he smiled. 

    “Good cause I think they’re cute.” You moved down lower and kissed him on the lips. When you pulled away you looked down at his lips. “The lips are different too. A different shape. Slightly thinner.” 

   “Yeah? How would you know? Spend a lot of time looking at my lips huh? Maybe you’ve got it wrong, maybe you should try again.” You laid your head back on his chest. 

   “Not a chance Lupin.”

Kid!Fatal

I designed what Fatal_Error might look like as a kid (~5-year-old version) in @alainaprana’s Momma CQ world. ’Cause I felt like it. While drawing him, I got the idea of him having light up shoes, and I thought it was kinda cute so I went with it.

I also drew a little comic of him meeting Error, because I got this whole idea while lying in bed and I was inspired. Enjoy the silliness!

And so began their epic rivalry…

Okay the ending didn’t turn out like I wanted, but the first two panels make up for it. This ridiculousness is all in good fun.

Bonus: Kid!Fresh_Hell!

(tee hee)

So I’m sure Fresh_Hell wouldn’t really act exactly like Fresh, but I couldn’t resist. This was fun to draw~

Fatal and Fresh_Hell belong to the amazing @fatal-error-blog

My Little Sloth (drabble)

(Wow these titles just get better and better.)

Summary: Neko!Dan loves listening to Phil making his YouTube videos and falls asleep against the bedroom door.

Word count: 777

Tw: literally nothing.

(Context- nekos are hybrids of a cat and a human. Here neko!Dan has cat ears on top of his head, a long fluffy tail and small kitten teeth. He also displays some characteristics of a cat, such as sleepiness and playfulness.)

“I’m going to be filming later so you can keep yourself entertained in here, okay?” Phil said to Dan who was currently sat on the other side of the sofa watching some neko tv program. He didn’t understand why Dan found it entertaining but whenever he put it on Dan’s eyes were glued to the screen.

“How long will it take?” Dan asked a little absentmindedly.

“A couple hours, don’t worry I’ll edit it tomorrow so we can still have cuddles before sleep” Phil knew that Dan would be upset if he had to go to bed without Phil there.

Dan usually went to sleep a lot earlier than Phil but they cuddled in bed and then Phil would go on his laptop, mindlessly browsing with Dan snuggled into his side.

Other times they would watch a movie in the living room. Dan tried to stay awake but he usually just ended up falling into slumber about a quarter way through. Phil would laugh quietly shaking his head and wake him up when the film is finished so they can make their way to bed.

Dan nodded back as Phil went to make lunch as Dan was inevitably going to whine that he is hungry when the tv show is over.

***

It was a while later when Phil decided that he’d make a start on filming. It was only going to be a talky vlog with a few costume changes today so he didn’t think it’d be too difficult.

Dan was occupied with his painting in the living room so he would be fine for a couple hours alone. However Phil had also given Dan a few games and recorded some tv shows and prepared snacks in case he got bored.

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After about twenty minutes Dan paused his brush strokes. He loved to sneek outside of Phil’s bedroom to listen to him making a video and he definitely planned on doing that today.

He looked down at his artwork before adding a few finishing touches and putting the things away. Then he tiptoed across the carpet in the hallway to Phil’s bedroom. Luckily the door was closed so he could sit against it and listen to the smooth sound of Phil talking in between messed up lines and sputtering.

Dan was very content with just sitting there listening, his ears forward, swiveling slightly as he tries to catch on to every word. He grinned at some of the things that Phil was mentioning, recalling memories from the past fortnight.

It was taking Phil much longer than he thought to record enough content for the video. He just couldn’t seem to get some things right and had to re-record large chunks of it where he’d slurred on a word and been taken completely off track. He carried on, determined to finish it that night.

Dan had become sleepy and a little restless on the other side of the door. He slumped down, almost laying, and decided to rest his eyes for a bit. With the mixture of his tiredness and Phil’s voice he quickly fell asleep awkwardly against the door.

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Phil had finally finished at around 11pm. He knew that he’d gone over time and Dan would probably be very grumpy or maybe even he’d decided to  just sleep in his own room (which was really his ‘old room’ as he shared with Phil now).

When Phil opened the door, which was weirdly heavier than usual, to go see where Dan was; he didn’t expect to see the younger passed out on the floor in front of him. He giggled quietly to himself. He knew when he’d first told Dan about YouTube that Dan had listened to him make his videos. It was cute and endearing that he still did.

Phil decided that he’d have to wake him up as he couldn’t sleep on the floor all night. He kissed Dan’s forehead and nose and tickled his tummy a little. Dan, being a light sleeper, squirmed opening his eyes slowly. He smiled when he saw Phil’s face above him and reached up to wrap his arms around his neck.

“Come on love, lets go to bed” Phil said. The arms around his neck just hugged tighter as Dan leaned up to capture his lips.

“Carry me please” Dan suggested. He lifted his legs to cling on to Phil’s lower back and wrapped his tail around Phil’s thigh.

Phil saw no other way around this so he just gave in “okay then, my little sloth”. He felt Dan relax against him as he held the him and carried him to their bed. “We can cuddle now”

END

A/N: I got this idea from a prompt that I saw on 'Phanfic’ but it was months ago now so I won’t link it. I just fancied some 1am/2am writing. I think it turned out well. I have no idea what the whole sloth thing is but it’s kinda endearing right?
   Also I had to Google 'cat body language’ and 'cute ways to wake up your boyfriend’ for this. Love me.

Thanks ^ω^

anonymous asked:

Who are some of the sweetest people you've met on Tumblr? Like who are your favorites to talk to?

That is probably the hardest question because everyone here on tumblr are so sweet,I never met a single soul here that was rude with me. So here you go some of my favorite and sweetest people I love to talk:

🌸 @illumendes I think she was the first one to talk to me,and she was incredibly sweet.

🌸 @ihaveabadreputation One of the first person who read my writing and help me with some English mistakes in a super cute way.

🌸 @babyshawwn I told her one million times that she is one of the reasons why I’m here and she is adorably sweet and I can talk about football with her😍

🌸 @latteshawn was the first I run for when someone broke in my dad’s store and when I was having a terrible time with some family issues,and she was sweet and amazing,helping me got through it.

🌸 @karlaloves my beautiful best friend how I don’t talk a lot,but I know she will be here if I need to, she open herself with me,and she is just amazing.

🌸 @imjessscott MY ICE BEST FRIEND 😭💕🦄 she is just adorable! She can handle my annoyance every single day and she send me the most cute pictures from her travel. I just love this girl ☺️💕

🌸 @theworldisnotwonderland One of the most craziest person I know 😂 sometimes she’s cute and adorably cute,sometimes she’s annoying, but I love her☺️💕

🌸 @clearlyshawn just the sweetest girl that talks to me. She ask me everyday how I’m doing and when I need help,she’s there!

🌸 @shit-to-kinda-okay I don’t talk to her that much,but she is just so cute and adorable that I want to hug her every time!! Last time I answered something like this I forgot to mark her tumblr and I felt so heartbroken that I needed to apologize to her.

I’m probably forgetting someone and I’m very sorry if I actually did. Being on tumblr was the best decision I ever made, because now I know I’m not alone,and I have people who I can talk to when I need. 💕💕 I love you all 💓😭