and look at that perfect face

I am stubborn
I lie sometimes
I can be immature
A little attention seeking
I can’t save up
I spend money like it grows on trees indeed
I have big dreams
I don’t exercise
But I run a lot in my dreams
I have nightmares usually
Not so scary, more of really creepy
I take a while to say goodbye
And even longer to mean it truly
I don’t use a lot of punctuation
I take overthinking to the next level
I stare at words and wonder if they exist
Sometimes I stare at myself and wonder if I really exist
Then I jump and dance
When I pant and gulp down water
I hear my breathing and know that I am trying
Unrequited (Peter Parker x Reader)

a/n: Okay, I’m not new to writing or anything but this IS my first post on this brand spanking new account! I hope you guys like it!

warning: lots of angst and all that

summary: reader pines after Peter, who doesn’t realize it as he’s infatuated with Liz

I can’t say my heart didn’t break a little more each and every time I caught Peter staring at or blushing over Liz Allen. She was so freaking gorgeous, and in all honesty perfect in every single way, except for her personality maybe. Even though Peter and I had been the best of friends for years, I could never compare to how much love and adoration he had for the girl, and it broke me every single day.

I sighed heavily, trying to shake the depressing thoughts from my mind as I continued walking to school. I don’t know how it happened and I wish it never had, but one day I just woke up and saw Peter in a whole new way. He had just come over to my apartment for our weekly movie night, which had been our tradition since we were little kids.

I heard a knock sound from the front door, signaling that my best friend was probably waiting on the other side.

“Come in Peter! The doors open!” I shook my head, since he should already know that after coming to my house countless of times.

The door creaked open and there he was, with his cute little smile, wearing a red hoodie and a pair of baggy sweatpants. For some reason, my breath hitched as I took his appearance in. He looked so unbelievably cute, with his curly brown hair all messed up and ruffled like that. He was holding two grocery bags in each of his hands, overflowing with what I could only assume was junk food. My eyes lit up as I practically ran over to him and snatched the bags out of his hands. I looked inside and saw all my favorite chips, ice cream, candy, you name it.

I squealed and hugged him tightly, “You’re seriously the best Petey, I don’t know what I did to deserve a friend as amazing as you.”

He laughed, putting his arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his side as he kissed my forehead. “Anything for the best girl in the entire universe.”

I blushed madly and pushed him away, “Shut up you dork, now let’s go watch some movies.”

He chuckled and led us over to the couch, as we spent the rest of the night cuddled into each other as we laughed, talked, and ate our hearts away. I couldn’t shake the butterflies growing in my stomach, and the electricity I felt when our bodies touched. His warmth had never felt so comforting to me, and hearing his voice was sending my heart into a frenzy.

I looked at him while he was laughing at a stupid joke in the movie, watching as the colorful lights from the tv screen reflected on his face. My heart swelled with an emotion I had never felt before as I found myself smiling at the adorable guy sitting next to me. He was so full of happiness and life, and it was so infectious that I found myself being happy just by being in the same room as him. In that moment, I felt myself falling for none other than my best friend, Peter Parker.

Tears welled up into my eyes as I realized that he would never feel the same way about me. That night took place over 2 years ago, with us being in our Junior year of high school now. All this time, he’s never even sent a signal my way that he felt the same way. So here I was, pining over someone I could never have, pathetic.

I walked into the school, feeling like I had one of those cartoon rain clouds over my head. I really, really tried not to think about my undying love for Peter Parker since I would get into depressive episodes like this, but it’s kind of hard to when the dude is literally everywhere I go. You know, since he’s my best friend and all.

I threw my locker door open in a huff, roughly getting all the books I’m going to need for the day. A figure leaned on the lockers next to mine, and I already knew who it was before I even had to look. Speak of the devil.

“You look like you had a rough morning, wanna talk about it?” Peter asked, crossing his arms and smiling softly at me. His hair was particularly messy and curly today, and it made me want to run my hands through it and feel how soft it was.

I gave him a small smile and just shrugged at him as I closed my locker door, walking off as he followed me to our first class, which was history.

“Ooookay so I’m taking that as a no…but you know I’m here for you whenever you need me alright?” He said, making it even harder for me to stay sad about something that he obviously had no control over. It wasn’t his fault that I fell stupidly in love with him. Or maybe it is, I don’t know.

I sighed, closing my eyes and leaning onto his shoulder. “Yea I’m totally fine Pete, sorry, it’s just that I barely had any sleep last night,” I lied, forcing a smile at him and looping my arm through his as we walked down the hallway.

He looked at me suspiciously, not entirely believing me but deciding to let it go as we sat down at our desks, which were right next to each other. I internally thanked him, happy he didn’t probe into my problems any further.

Classes seemed to go on for hours, but it was finally lunch time. I was in a better mood by now as Ned and Peter’s dumb jokes made me laugh until my lungs hurt. I threw a green pea at Peter’s head, laughing as it struck his eye and fell onto the floor.

Peter’s face scrunched up in mock pain as he looked at me through squinted eyes, “Oh I am so getting you back for that (y/n)!” He threatened, pointing an accusatory finger at me as he rubbed his eye.

I stuck my tongue out at him, “Oh yea? Whatcha gonna do about it Parker?” I teased, slapping his hand away from my face.

Before he could come up with something, Michelle piped up from the end of the lunch table. “You guys are so immature,” she said with a bored face, rolling her eyes at us.

“If we’re so immature, then why do you sit with us?” Ned questioned, looking at her weirdly. Michelle shrugged boredly and went back to reading her book without answering him.

“Okayyy then…well anyw-” I was cut off as a literal roll of bread hit the side of my face. My eyes widened in shock as I slowly turned away from Michelle and faced my attacker with my mouth wide open. Ned was trying to hold in his laugh while he put his hands up in defense and pointed at Peter, who was laughing loudly at me and holding his stomach as he tried to breath through his laughter.

I glared at the adorable boy across from me, “Do you wanna fight, dork?” I laughed slightly, trying to keep a straight face on.

“I could beat you any day, (y/n). Just name the time and place.” He said cockily, leaning his head on his hand as he tried to wink at me, and failed miserably.

I giggled at his silliness and tried to come up with a witty reply, but just settled for rolling my eyes at him and patting his cheek. I looked up at the clock and quickly packed my stuff up seeing as there was only 2 minutes of lunch left.

“I’ll see you guys later,” I smiled at all of them, before taking one last longing glance at Peter and making my way out of the cafeteria.

After the last bell rang, I creeped up behind Peter while he was putting his stuff away in his locker and put my hands over his eyes.

“Guess whooo!” I giggled, face reddening when I realized how close we were.

Peter seemed to realize it too as he nervously stuttered out my name and slowly turned around, looking down at me and giving me a small smile, a soft blush on his cheeks. He didn’t step away, and we were so close that I could feel his breath fan across my face.

His gorgeous brown eyes stared into my own, and I felt as if the world around us faded away and it was just the two of us in that crowded hallway. My breath caught in my throat as I looked up at him, taking note of all his features and thinking about kissing those perfect pink lips of his.

He suddenly seemed to snap out of whatever trance we were both in, clearing his throat and stepping away from me, widening the space between us. My heart dropped in disappointment at the sudden distance. I soon understood why he stepped away as right on queue, Liz Allen walked by us and stopped and turned to Peter. She put her hand on his arm, much to my discomfort.

“Hey Pete!” she giggled, blinking her lashes at him like a ditzy school girl. “I was wondering if you could come over to my house tonight and help me with my science project?”

“H-hey Liz! Uhm y-yeah! I would love to! I mean that would be n-nice I guess, I love doing science projects..and sciencey things, a-and yeah!” his voice sounded out as he tried to talk to Liz through his nervousness.

By this point, Peter was beet red with embarrassment as he tried to maintain eye contact with Liz.

“Great! Thanks so much cutie, I owe you one,” Liz giggled, kissing his cheek as she turned around and strutted away from us. My blood boiled at the sight and how she talked to him. She didn’t even acknowledge my existence throughout that whole conversation.

Peter grabbed my shoulders excitedly as he shook me lightly.

“(Y/n)! Did you see that?? I get to spend time with Liz tonight!” He babbled excitedly, looking down at you with the biggest grin.

My chest hurt as I looked at the effect Liz had on him, wishing that it was me who could make him feel like this.

I faked a smile at him, taking a step back and closing my eyes so I could breathe.

“But our weekly movie night is tonight, Pete. We’re supposed to have a Disney movie marathon,” I frowned, looking up at him as I tried my best to keep my eyes from watering.

“I’m sorry (y/n), we can do it next week! You know how important Liz is to me. I’ve had a crush on her for so long and this is finally my chance!” Peter pleaded, trying to get my approval. He reached his hand out to my face subconsciously and pushed a stray hair behind my ear.

I closed my eyes as I tried to keep my heart from beating out of my chest. I pushed his hand away and started backing away from him, feeling hurt and betrayed. Obviously spending time with Liz was more important than our tradition that had been unscathed for years. He never missed movie night with me.

“Whatever Peter. Have fun with her.” I scoffed running away from him and out of the school.

I heard him calling out my name, but I ignored it as hot tears slid down my face. I am, and never will be good enough for Peter Parker.

happy birthday, our blue boy

lance thinks no one remembers about his birthday. he doesn’t mention it because they have more important things like saving the universe. so lance sits quietly in his room, repeating the names of his parents, siblings, nephews. he tries to remember their faces and panics a little when he needs more than usually to remember his little niece’s laugh and the way her eyes would light up whenever she talked about something she loved. 

he used to have a picture of all of them from his mother’s birthday but he lost it on one of the missions, so now all he had was his imagination and he was scared that they look different in his mind than they really do. 

when the clock hits midnight, lance mutters a quiet “happy birthday to me”, but then the alarm roars through the castle. lance runs out of his room but he can’t find anyone else. suddenly he hears hunk’s scream, he was shouting lance’s name from one of the hangars. blue’s hangar.

it doesn’t take lance long to get there because despite what everyone else thinks, he’s quick to react when he knows that something is wrong. but when he enters the hangar, his lion is where it always was. it’s dark and suddenly very quiet. 

“what is it, girl? where’s hunk?” lance asks, putting one hand on blue, but there’s no answer. lately he got a lot better at communicating with her, so it’s weird that she doesn’t want to talk to him, especially on his birthday. it’s not like she knew, lance was sure even hunk was too busy to actually remember.

after few seconds, blue opens her mouth. a clear message for lance, get in here. so he does, still not sure what to make of all this. the inside of his lion doesn’t light up the way it usually does when lance walks inside but lance is sure he can hear something…

“surprise!” the loud scream is in a perfect sync with the lights that suddenly burst around lance. the boy is so shocked he almost falls on his ass when he sees his friends in front of him.

hunk, pidge, allura, shiro, coran. even keith, despite their loud argument that happened after yesterday’s mission. lance looks from one face to another, feeling the tears forming in his eyes. they remembered.

“you guys even have a cake!” lance squeals with excitement, blinking rapidly to make sure it’s not a dream. but no, there it is, in allura’s hands. a cake that looks almost like the ones he got for his previous birthdays.

“we didn’t really know much about the traditions on earth but the other paladins helped us a lot,” coran explains cheerfully. 

and lance lets the tears fall because they didn’t have to do anything. they were fighting zarkon and the galra could attack at any moment, but his friends remembered and did all this… for him. he wants to tell them he doesn’t deserve this, that he wouldn’t be upset if they didn’t remember. but he can’t utter a single word, he just stares at them and feels like the love and happiness will flood out of him any minute now.

hunk steps out first, holding something bright in his hands. “we know how much you miss the earth. we all do, but i’m pretty sure you want to go back the most,” he starts, looking at his best friend. “coran told me you miss the sunlight the most, so… it’s not really the same but me and pidge made this for you from the quintessence. it’s not as hot as the sun, but it’s always warm and the light looks very similar,” hunk explains. 

then he puts his gift in lance’s hands and lance shivers. it’s a small ball made of glass with quintessence inside. it’s bright, yellow and so warm. yes, it’s not like the sun, but it’s still more than lance could have asked for. he couldn’t remember when was the last time he actually saw the sunlight, but what he held in his hands right now was probably the closest he’ll get to it in a long time.

“thank you guys,” he sniffles, half-hugging hunk and ruffling pidge’s hair. he can’t stop looking at the yellow light shining through his fingers, he’s afraid that if he’ll turn his gaze away, it will burn out and lance will be in the darkness again.

but then keith comes closer, awkwardly clearing his throat and scratching his neck with his free hand. in another one he holds something small. at first keith’s not saying anything, he just pushes something into lance’s chest so the taller boy has to give hunk his small sun to take what keith gave him. he looks down and breath catches in his throat. 

it’s a picture of lance’s family, the one lance thought he had lost forever. it was put in a blue frame with little stars on it. the picture was worn out because lance always kept it folded in a pocket of his jeans or tucked under his uniform, but it was right there and lance couldn’t believe his eyes.

“how did you-”

“i found it,” keith cuts him off in a rush and when lance looks up he can see a blush on his cheeks. keith doesn’t quite meet his eyes. “one time when you got off your lion, you dropped this and i found it. i wanted to give it back but we were all tired after the mission, so i just left it in my room and kind of… forgot about it? yeah, and then we were in this space mall and i saw this frame, so i thought that if you put your picture in it, you wouldn’t lose it again, and then hunk mentioned your birthday and…” keith rambles, unable to stop. lance hears shiro’s chuckle from behind but all he can see is keith.

keith who usually fights with lance, keith who acts like he doesn’t care about anything, keith who actually notices more than anyone. keith who, in some ways, brought lance’s family back to him when lance thought they’re so far away. lance pulls keith into a hug, squeezing him so hard he’s sure a little more pressure would break keith’s ribs. it’s awkward at first because keith isn’t used to being hugged. but it’s not that keith doesn’t like hugs, lance knows that for a fact, he’s just touch-starved, so after a moment he returns the hug, relaxing a little.

“thank you so much,” lance chokes out, trying to get a hold of his own emotions because damn it, he’s not a crybaby.

keith pats his back. “don’t sniffle on my jacket.”

lance laughs and pushes keith away, and then shiro tells him to make a wish and blow the candles, so lance does. he closes his eyes and thinks “go back home with all of my friends after defeating zarkon”, then he blows all of the candles.

“happy birthday, our sharpshooter,” shiro says, hugging lance.

and when lance looks at their faces again, sees their smiles, hears their laugh, he thinks that it is. it is a happy day. he turns to thank them again, and that’s when he hears blue’s voice in his head, soft and caring. she says,

“happy birthday, our blue boy.”

lance thinks it sounds almost like his mamá. it’s almost like he’s… home.

Based on literally the 0.2 second clip of Malec’s morning after scene in 2x18

the sheets were warm and smelled like honey and something else so sweet it almost pierced the air with its flavor. the sunlight illuminated the sheets, making them appear to be rivers of gold, shiny and bathing the two men in its embrace. it poured in generously and smoothly, like lemonade pouring from a pitcher and curling in a glass.

it was like a dream, this moment; soft and gentle, but if either of them spoke too loudly or moved too quickly, it would be shattered. fingers cool and soothing like water ran down magnus’ back as his head laid gently on alec’s shoulder, smiling softly and his heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time. he watched alec’s chest rise and fall under the golden comforter, their hands both resting on his stomach, close enough to be touching but not quite. magnus’ rings glittered in the light, winking almost happily at the sleepy and happy pair.

and if magnus’ heart stopped when he felt alec shift and the warm, steady press of lips against his forehead, who was to blame him?

alec lingered, breathing out through his nose slowly and his eyes fluttering close, his fingers still tracing patterns on magnus’ shoulder blades. magnus beamed at him in a tired manner when he opened his eyes and pulled away, scooting closer until his chest was flush against alec’s side. alec smiled right back, unguarded and sweet, so sweet that it could give someone a toothache, hair messy and cheeks flushed and his eyes bright like starlight.

“there’s that smile i love,” magnus hummed and alec’s cheeks turned even more red. magnus leaned over and brought alec’s lips to his, taking his face in his hands for a short but tender kiss that tasted like promises that neither of them had even said aloud yet but were intending to keep for the rest of their lives. “how are you feeling?”

alec blinked hazily and magnus’ heart melted at how breathless alec had become from just a small kiss. “it’s a lot to take in,” alec replied after a few moments, gaze meeting magnus’, whose grin only encouraged him to keep speaking. “i never thought i would actually get to have this, this moment, last night, you, just…being with someone that i, um, care about and can care about.” alec blushed and magnus resisted the urge to kiss his adorable cheeks.

“but i like it,” alec whispered, rolling on his side, his nose almost touching magnus’. “i’ve realized how nice it is to wake up with someone else, especially  you. i’m really, really happy.” magnus smiled as lovely as the sunlight outside, reaching up to trace a rune on alec’s arm almost absentmindedly. 

“and you?” alec asked. “how are you feeling?”

magnus thought for a second before winding his arms around alec’s neck, touching their foreheads while his fingers played with the hairs on the nape of his neck. “complete.” he sighed dreamily, kissing alec’s nose and the sound of alec’s breath hitching in surprise made magnus feel like he could fly. “i like seeing your beautiful face in the morning. it’s been a long time since i’ve felt this content.” alec let out a huff of nervous laughter and kissed magnus quickly to avoid having to reply because how could he ever reply to something like that without wanting to cry because of how happy he was?

“and last night…it was okay? for you?” alec asked hesitatingly against magnus’ lips, resting his hands on magnus’ waist as if to ground himself. magnus pulled away to look at him.

“it was absolutely wonderful, darling,” magnus brushed hair out of alec’s eyes and alec let out a breath that he had been holding. “why do you ask? was something not okay for you?” he tilted his head to one side, worry on his face.

“what? no, of course-no, it was everything i could have ever asked for, you….you know what you’re doing and you’re amazing in every single way, not just in that, and I… it was wonderful,” magnus watched alec with an amused look on his face. “i don’t want you to think something was wrong, cause nothing was wrong and i’m so glad it was with you and-” magnus brought a finger to alec’s lips and alec stared at it cross-eyed, making magnus chuckle softly.

“you’re perfect, magnus.” alec murmured and magnus’ lips parted in shock and his eyes widened because he was not perfect, nowhere near it, but the way alec was looking at him, with that smile and those eyes and how he was holding him as if he was never going to let him go assured him alec was telling him the truth and that’s what he believed. tears filled magnus’ eyes and he pulled alec in for a hug, burying his face in his shoulder. alec lay there for a moment, not quite sure how to respond, before wrapping his arms around him and caressing him close to him. they sat there for a few moments in silence, embracing as both of their thoughts ran a million miles an hour.

“i’m so proud of you, alexander,” magnus said in alec’s ear, emotion in his voice. “look how far you’ve come from where you started.” and his vision became even more blurred with tears when this remark made alec hug magnus even tighter, placing a kiss on his neck with a shaky, choked up breath.

alec pulled back to kiss magnus, deep and slow and careful, lips sliding and magnus groaning a little bit when alec took his lower lip between his teeth and tugging, running his fingers through his unkempt hair that smelled so fantastic.

“are you hungry?” magnus pulled away, alec’s lips pressing soft kisses against his jaw that were as intoxicating as alcohol and gentle as flowers. his fingers were pushing magnus’ face in the direction of his lips in an attempt to capture them again.

“you’re more important than food.” alec muttered and magnus’ laugh was swallowed up by alec’s kiss, only to have them both pull away giggling, magnus’ touching his forehead to alec’s and breathing in the peace of the morning and the person who he could honestly spend the rest of eternity with.

“what kind of boyfriend would i be if i let you starve?” magnus asked and they both instantly froze. this was the first time either of them had used the word ‘boyfriend’ to describe each other, but magnus’ slight fear was replaced with relief and bliss when alec beamed at him.

“you’re right,” he continued casually, rolling magnus over so that he was on top of him and alec was now on his back.” i don’t know if anyone has told you, but i’m kind of a french toast guy.”

“hm, i didn’t know that. and we talked about a lot last night. now i know your deepest, darkest secrets.” magnus whispered dramatically and alec raised an eyebrow.

“like how i prefer dogs over cats and how your favorite word is ‘bibliobibuli’?”

“hey! it’s fun to say! i bet you can’t say it three times fast.” magnus teased and alec glared at him.

“ bibliobibuli, bibliobiuli biblibioulioiu-” magnus burst into laughter, running his fingers through alec’s hair. alec swatted him away, but he was smiling.

“see? you can’t! fun to say though, right?”

alec made a face. “i guess.” he said stubbornly and magnus stuck his tongue out at him. “you were saying, though. french toast?”

“ with strawberries and powdered sugar?” magnus responded cheekily and alec laughed beautifully, making magnu’s heart sigh.

“it would be slander against the existence of french toast if strawberries and powdered sugar are not a part of the mix.” alec said, a mischievous look in his eyes and magnus laughed and kissed him, this kiss tasting like home and giggles.

“there’s this fantastic little place just around the block that has the most amazing french toast in all of new york.” magnus smiled as alec continued to kiss him all over his face gently as he talked. 

“is there a sign to prove it? if there’s no sign, there’s no proof.” alec kissed magnus’ cheeks, nose, and the corners of his mouth, but magnus could still hear the joking in his voice.

“but of course. i’ve done my research, alec lightwood. there’s a sign in the window: ‘new york’s best french toast’.”magnus reprimanded teasingly and alec sat up, magnus shifting to sit in his lap in order for him to do so.

“there’s not actually a sign, is there?”

“there is. and they’re right: it is the best. why would i take you there if it wasn’t? only the best for you.” magnus cooed and alec nuzzled his nose with his.

“well, then, what are we waiting for?” alec laughed and magnus held his face in his hands for a little bit longer before getting up. 

“i’m going to start getting ready. we’ll leave in fifteen minutes, okay?” he started to walk to the bathroom, but then turned around, leaning against the doorway and smiling.

“hi, boyfriend.” he lovingly called out and alec grinned at him like magnus had hung the moon and the sun and all the stars.

“hey, boyfriend.” he replied and magnus covered his mouth with his hands, both of them laughing before he left the room. alec held his face in his hands, a smile and a giggle of delight forming and escaping on his lips before he gracelessly flopped back onto his pillow, feeling like he could fly over the sound of magnus humming in the bathroom as he got ready.

Apology Not Accepted (Dick Grayson x Reader)

Request: “161, 162, and 183 from the nsfw prompts with Dick pls” from @mjwavson and “dick for 183 from 200 please and thank you. Love you!!!!!” from anon.

Prompts: 161) “Bite me.” 162:) “ Make me. ” 183) “Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies.”


A/N: Combining two requests for this one since both of you chose 183 for Dick if that’s okay. 😅

Tags: @wynterrobin @wannabe-weasley @avengerdragoness @kazuha159 @romannovas @mjwavson @insideoflit @jxsontxdds @annoyingtacoart


“I don’t understand why he has to drive me tonight, I can drive myself.”

Jason sighed through the phone, “(Y/N), you’re a terrible driver. Which explains why your license got suspended.” You rolled your eyes as you applied your lipstick. Tonight is Damian’s birthday party and he doesn’t know about the surprise. “Why couldn’t you drive me instead?” You asked.

“Because after you broke up all you two do now is go at each other’s throats, you should talk to him for real this time. You felt your cell phone vibrate and looked at the screen. You growled, Dick texted you saying he’s outside. You placed the phone back on your ear, “I gotta go,” You groaned, “He’s here.”

You both said your goodbyes and hung up. Deep down, you knew Jason was right. But there’s no point in talking to him, he has a new girl now. The same girl you caught him kissing on your bed.

And that same girl was your best friend.


Dick ran his fingers through his hair and looked at himself in the rearview mirror, fixing his tie and checking if there’s anything stuck in his teeth. Dick couldn’t believe Jason made him pick you up, he knew how much you despise him for what he didn’t do.

If only you’d just talked to him, then he could finally explain what happened. After checking himself out, he looked out the passenger window. His eyebrows shot up when he saw you walk down the steps of your apartment building. You looked like a goddess as the wind blew your long blue dress in the perfect angle, showing your beautiful legs.

Dick chuckled, “She just had to wear blue, huh?” He muttered.

He grinned when you opened the car. You quickly slid inside without a word, folding your arms as you looked straight ahead. Dick’s face fell into a frown, he felt a pang in his chest when you didn’t see him smile. He gulped, “Um…hi.”

“Just start the car.” You deadpanned, eyes looking straight out the window.

Dick sighed, “Okay then.” You two sat in uncomfortable silence as he drove by the woods. You wanted so badly to arrive at the manor and get the heck out of his car. You looked through the corner of your eye’s and bit your lip, he looks so good in a tux.

You looked back out the window when he finally spoke, “You’re wearing blue I see.”

“Not for you, that’s for sure.” You said icily, finally turning your head to look at him. That was a complete lie. You did wear blue for him, just to see if it got his attention. Ever since you broke it off with him you had a weird obsession with the color blue.

Dick glanced at you, giving you an are you serious look, “I didn’t say that I just wanted to say you look….beautiful tonight.”

“Ha! Beautiful my ass! You didn’t think so when you kissed my best friend!” You snapped.

You gasped when he swiveled the car into the woods, “What the hell, Dick!” You cried out, back hitting your car seat. You hand automatically gripped his shoulder. Dick drove full speed into the woods just barely crashing into the trees

You quickly snatched you hand off his shoulder when he stopped the car. He put it in park and turned his entire body to face you. “Do you really believe I would do that to you?” He growled, “Why can’t you be smart for once and understand that it’s not what you think!?”

You laughed sarcastically, ignoring your already fast beating heart, “So you think I’m stupid now!?” You took off your seatbelt so you can lean over to him and jab his chest with your finger, “I’m not the one who cheated!” You hissed.

He grabbed your wrist, “I didn’t say you were stupid!” He snarled, “And I didn’t cheat!”

“Oh, bite me!

Make me!” He challenged.

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anonymous asked:

About Peter's job ... first, I don't really know much about this profession in real life, but what if Peter was like a liaison within his supernatural life (essentially a nicer way to reference a left hand) but his civilian job was in PR. Like, he'd help out people, sweep things under the rug, and put a best face on scandals, but if a client were truly guilty of a thing, he'd make their life miserable all in a professional manner. Also, he wouldn't be able to stand those who were narcissistic.

Peter would be so good as some kind of supernatural fixer. And it’d be such a niche job. He could charge whatever he wanted, he could travel, and he could have power over very powerful people. It’s perfect for Peter and his ego! 

He also looks incredible in suits. 



Henry’s body was slender but well built and strong; his height above the average, tall. His appearance was attractive and his face was cheerful, especially when speaking; his eyes were small and blue,” (piercing’ as Thomas Penn reports it): so Eva Green with her haughty and distant look fits my headcanon.

Elizabeth “was one of the beauties of her age” with her classic English Rose looks – blonde, red hair, fine eyes and fair skin – and she was also “singularly attractive as a character too”, in that “she was a healer and reconciler”: i wanted a ginger or blonde-venetian with ‘innocent’ features, and Eddie Redmayne is perfect.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips for drawing Armin? Cause I'm drawing him and I can't seem get it right. Maybe it's the face shape or hair? Or I'm just bad at drawing.

I believe there is no right or wrong in art. The picture you create no matter what it looks like is perfect art. Tips from my side would be if you want to stay as close to the original as possible, to look at official drawings from Isayama and his team. Some people do redraws first to get a feeling how the face and features are. Some people just look at a picture for some time. Practice in different ways until you found one that fits you. Have fun, Dear

my only problem with that scene is that magnus is wearing makeup, jewelry, and has perfect hair, which means that either

a) the creators genuinely think that’s what a person should look like when they wake up, which is upsetting


b) magnus gets himself perfectly made-up before alec can see him, which is upsetting for completely different reasons


Aubree: “Th…thank you, Leo. They’re not sad tears! They’re happy tears!”

Leo pulls back and looks up into his Mum’s face in confusion. Why do grown ups cry when they’re happy? Crying is only for sad sims!

Leo: “What do you mean, Mum?”

Aubree: “Remember that house your Mum and I showed you? Well…I’ve bought it! We have a house of our own, Leo! You can have your own HUGE bedroom with lots of toys! And it’s just down the road from your Grandma Poppy and Granddad Trey!”

Leo gasps and bounces up and down excitedly. No way! Does this mean that they’ll be moving away from his mean Grandma?!

Leo: “Yay! This is so cool, Mum! I need to pack my toys and clothes! What about Mum? Is she coming with us?”

Aubree: “She…she’s going to stay with Grandma and make sure she’s ok for a while, but she’ll be moving in with us too soon, I promise!”

Leo: “Yay!! I’m so happy, Mum! Let’s go and get my things packed!”

anonymous asked:

Concept: harry buys you flowers all the time so that you can put them in bases all around the house, so one day you buy flowers for and it makes him all blushy and cute


So maybe it’s the day of the Dunkirk premiere? And he thinks you’ve just run out to get some breakfast, which you had, but the flowers you’d arranged to pick up were a complete surprise.

It would just seem like the perfect thing to do; you’re incredibly proud of him and he’s a softie for flowers. You’d try to hide them behind your back as you come through the door, and luckily his back is turned as you walk into the kitchen and wait for him to face you.

“Got you something.” You’d smile, as he turns around to look at you, and his eyes would widen when he spots the bouquet in your hands.

“For me?”

He’d be cheerful, and giggly, and you’d swear there’s a light blush on his cheeks as you hand them over to him.

“They’re beautiful. You didn’t have to do that.”

And you’d just shrug, wrapping an arm around him to keep him close.

“Just a little congratulations for everything, my love. You deserve them.”

His eyes would be glued to the flowers in his hands, because even though he’s used to doing this sort of thing for you, he swears the bouquet you’d picked out was ten times more beautiful than anything he’d ever found. And the fact that they were coming from you, and you were so proud of him, was really toying with his emotions.

“You’re making me tear up.” He’d chuckle, blinking quickly as he fought back the happy tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

You’d laugh, rubbing his back and teasing him a bit for being a softie.

“They’re just flowers.”

And you’d put them in a vase to display in the center of the kitchen table, and every time he’d pass by them, a small smile would work its way onto his face because he’s reminded of how lucky he is to have someone who cares as much as you.

finnrey: lazy day

rey woke up snuggled up against finn. she yawned and turned over so she was facing finn. he looked so handsome when he slept. finn’s eyes fluttered and he saw rey smiling at him, a perfect sight to wake up to. 

“good morning” rey said as she kissed finn. “good morning to you too” said finn, returning the kiss. they both laid there staring at each other for a moment and then rey said, “so, what do you want to do today? i don’t have any training with my dad, and didn’t you say today’s your day off?” “yeah it is” finn said smiling.

“so what do you want to do today darling?” “we could just lie in bed and do nothing, have ourselves a lazy day you know? what do you say?” “sounds perfect” and rey wrapped her arms around finn and the two of them relaxed in bed all day, together


Imagine that sometimes, late at night, Niall wakes up just to look at you. Take you in, gently draw his fingers along your cheek. You stir, and he moves back a bit, so you don’t wake up.

He’s amazed at the goddess in front of him. Every breath you take is a miracle to Niall. “So perfect,” he whispers, lips parted in reverence.

Later the next day, you catch him staring at you, a half-dazed look on his face. “What?” You ask just a touch defensively, a smile growing on your lips.

Niall shakes his head in amazement.

“I’m so fuckin’ lucky, angel.”

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Namjoon would come home late with several expensive gifts, apologizing profusely for not calling or texting at all for the whole day and cuddling you the whole night which caused him to oversleep and be late to the studio the next day.

Originally posted by ksjknj


He would be home earlier than you, surprising you with a perfect meal. While you two would be eating, he would apologize for not contacting you through the day, handing you a small gift he got earlier, hoping you would love it and look over this situation. 

Originally posted by jinmini


He would be so sorry for not calling or texting anything. He would be home late with one or two presents, chocolate and a movie. He would apologize the whole night until eventually you would forgive him just to shut him up and enjoy the time you had with him. 

Originally posted by hobilu


He wasn’t sure whether to be home and face your wrath or just stay at the studio. After a while he decided to just go home, of course only after buying you a present to make you forgive him definitely and then stay with you all night.

Originally posted by kuromel

He was home as soon as he remebered, ordering take-out and preparing a movie until you would be home. When you got home, you were showered with apologies and later, cuddles and kisses while you were trying to enjoy the movie.

Originally posted by taehyungieluv


He would probably be angry at himself for forgetting, instantly going home when he remembered what day it was. He would buy a big bouquet of roses on the way home and a stuffed bear to get you to forgive him for forgetting such a special day. 

Originally posted by cinnamonsuga


He wouldn’t even remember when he came home late, confused as to why you were so pissed and wouldn’t talk to him until you told him what day it was. His eyes would widen and he would stutter out apologies, holding you the whole night.

Originally posted by hoshikio


The Eleventh Hour so far has my favorite storytelling from Griffin! So here’s a pseudo-movie poster ehuehueue

Had to do another illustration for our Fantasy Illust class and our prof gave me the go signal to draw TAZ again as long as I found good face refs for them. B^) I based Magnus, Taako and Merle on John Spainhour, Paul Boche, and Brian Cox respectively! 

when ur bf is bigger than u and knows u dont mind surprise smooches rb if u agree