and make her feel protected

The most beautiful part about this is how Lena’s arms are already wrapped around Kara before Kara even gets to wrap hers around Lena. I feel like she had waited so much for this moment, for the only person who’s close to her, the only person that matters, to hug her and make her feel protected and happy. Also her smile and the way she closed her eyes, I’m fucking deceased

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Can we talk about this moment right here? Look how happy she is! Her eyes light up, her face is shining, she’s smiling with the realization that she finally has something good in her life and she’s so darn grateful for it! She- Betty Cooper - whose life sucked big-time - the boy she was crushing on broke her heart, her dad was acting crazy, her controlling mom is totally out of control, her sister who she loves more than anyone was confined to a home and is now pregnant, hurt and missing! Add to that her own battle with anxiety and the pressure of school. It’s hard enough for an adult, forget a teen! In all of this mess, it’s a miracle she can smile at all, let alone beam like the light of a million suns! And Jughead Jones, ladies and gentleman, is responsible for that look on her face!

She’s over the moon that she finally has someone she likes who likes her back! Someone that makes her feel protected, supported, wanted, loved. Someone who will always have her back, someone who’s her clarity and someone that puts her first! Don’t you think this sweet, kind, beautiful cupcake deserves that?

Don’t you think THIS tortured, troubled cinnamon bun deserves to smile like this all the time?

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Don’t you think these two adorable, precious puppies deserve to be happy above anything else?  

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Random headcanon

Harley is constantly wearing Joker’s shirts which often results in him having to dig around in her closet to find whichever shirt got stolen that week.

Hot and Heavy

Welp, I woke up from a weird dream this morning after oversleeping and now I’m snuggled down on my couch and working, but I wanted to take a moment to write something because regardless of all these damn spoilers and upset nonsense and theories floating around, I still very much love Captain Swan and they are for sure my OTP.

So…because I am a woman with a one track mind and a mission to spread Captain Swan love whenever I can, here be a smutty one-shot leading into a weekend where much writing is planned for me (I’m looking at you, Fragile Design) and there’s a wonderful episode on the horizon for Sunday (Captain Charming shenanigans, yo).  

I mean…look at these two beauties together:

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How can you not just wanna love up on these two????  Be still my shipper heart.

Under the cut, for very smutty reasons…

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PISCES - Dating


Pisces women are very captivating and fascinating. She makes a man feel like a man because of her need for a protector and leader. She is charming, soft and feminine. The ultimate enchantress. She can see right through a man and she is not easy to fool, so any man better be straight with her and not lead her on, because instead of confronting him, she will simply disappear. She needs to nurture and will give the man orders, but only for his own good. She will make sure he is eating properly and getting enough sleep, sort of like a mother nurturing a child. What she needs in return is a man to protect and cherish her, make her feel like she is needed and loved. She might almost be clingy and dependent but never overbearingly. Her partner will become of a better half. She needs patience and sympathy and you have to be gentle with her. Don’t poke fun or tease and definitely do not reject her harshly because she can’t stand rejection. She is extremely romantic and will lose herself in the relationship. The Pisces woman is the ultra feminine nurturer, the ideal woman for the right man.


Pisces man is the ultimate romantic, the sensitive man who feels with a woman. Pisces male is the ideal zodiac sign for the woman who complains that men are not sensitive enough, this man is. However, he has such an ideal of romance that is unrealistic and will fall out of love when he realises that there is no such thing as the perfect woman. This man lives in the world of dreams and he needs a woman to keep him grounded. He always seems to chose the wrong woman, or a woman he can’t have like a married woman that way there is no worry about becoming emotionally attached. He needs a woman who can dominate him, but very subtly. She has to be able to help him steer clear of bad habits and bad thoughts. Pisces man needs sensitivity, generosity and compassion, nurture him and he will nurture you back. A fulfilling emotional relationship for the strong yet sensitive woman.

anonymous asked:

Prompt: After a particular hard mission Alex comes home and just wants to lose control. So she basically drops to her knees and is ready to bottom once she comes home. I'm sorry. I am just a sucker for angsty sex...

Her nerve endings have been on fire for over eighteen hours.

She’d washed off almost as much blood as she had dirt in the DEO showers, and every one of her muscles ached.

She’d commanded her team and she’d gotten every single one of them home safe, including that rookie agent who had a kid on the way.

She’d been on her game, completely present, completely in control, completely focused, for over eighteen torturous hours with no let up.

If she’d lost control, even for a moment, people would have died. Good people. People who have other people who love them.

People she couldn’t afford to fail.

And now? Now, all she wants is the woman waiting for her at home, the woman who’d texted her saying Winn told me you had a rough mission, babe. I’m so proud of you for getting everyone home safe. I’d love to see you, but if you need to be alone, it’s completely fine. Let me know what’s best for you.

But Alex doesn’t want to let her know.

Oh, she’ll tell her all about the mission, all about the way they almost lost Chan, the way she almost lost a limb, the way they almost lost Winter.

She’ll tell her, but she’ll tell her tomorrow.

Right now? Right now, she doesn’t want to make any decisions.

Not anymore, not tonight. Tonight, she wants Maggie to make all of the decisions for her.

So she doesn’t text back, instead making the last decision she wants to have control of tonight. She shows up to Maggie’s studio and scrapes her key in the lock.

She looks into Maggie’s eyes – Maggie, fumbling around in the kitchen, wearing nothing but boxers and one of James’s sweatshirts – and she knows, immediately, that Maggie understands, just from looking at her – just from looking at her slightly hunched shoulders, her doe eyes, her small stance – what she wants. What she needs.

Maggie says nothing, just sets down the dish she was drying, wipes her hands, tosses the towel down, and strides past Alex to close and lock the door. She licks her lips, subtly checking Alex’s body for any outward signs of injuries.

Alex sinks to her knees.

Maggie’s breath hitches.

Alex’s eyes are wide and innocent and raw and needy, and when she licks her lips slow and suggestive, she makes it clear what she wants to do with them next.

Maggie tries to remember how to breathe before bending down and kissing Alex’s forehead.

“Be a good girl for me and stay here for a minute. Don’t move a muscle, Ally.”

Her words are commanding, but her voice is liquid and her eyes are gentle, are protection, are comfort, are safety.

Alex nods obediently. “Understood,” she whispers, and a thrill shoots through Maggie’s core as she strokes Alex’s hair gently before striding to her bedside table.

She feels Alex watching her, and her face heats up as her heart races, the sound of the opening drawer grating through the studio as she tugs out a harness, tugs out a strap on, and secures them both over her boxers. She adjusts herself so the base of the dildo is right over her clit, and she shudders with anticipation.

On her way back across the apartment – on her way back to Alex – she grabs a pillow, and when she’s back in range of touching her kneeling girlfriend, she instructs her to lift so she can rest her knees on the pillow.

Alex rises obediently, but her eyes are fixated on Maggie’s strap-on, her hips practically arching with need.

“Something you want, babygirl?” Maggie asks, tousling Alex’s hair with an almost lazy – but extremely deliberate – hand.

Alex nods quietly, and Maggie understands.

“I want you to suck me off, Alex. Can you do that for me?”

A strangled whimper nearly dies in Alex’s throat, and her eyes are wide, and her eyes are eager as she nods again.

“Good girl. Go on now, open your lips for me, baby.”

Alex obeys readily, and Maggie barely contains a growl.

She tosses her head back and pushes her hips toward Alex’s mouth as slowly, as controlled, as she can. Alex moans around the strap-on as she takes Maggie deeper, and the vibrations, the sound, the image of Alex Danvers on her knees for her, trusting her, loving her, wanting her, nearly make Maggie’s knees give out.

“I wanna be in the back of your throat, Ally,” Maggie whispers, her face hot, her heart hammering because what if that’s too much, what if Alex doesn’t –

But Alex does, god, she does, because Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, and Maggie’s fingers tangle in Alex’s hair as Alex takes her as deep as she can, bring her fingers to the base of Maggie’s strap-on and pushing in time with the movements of her mouth, her lips, so Maggie has all the pressure on her clit that she needs.

“Alex,” she moans raggedly, and Alex smiles even as Maggie fills her mouth, because god, she’s never trusted anyone like this, never wanted anyone like this, never wanted anyone to make decisions for her like this, to take care of her like this.

And god, does Maggie want to take care of her.

“You’re being such a good girl for me, I’m gonna make you cum, okay Al?” Maggie tells her, taking her hands out of her hair, off the back of her head, and offering to help her up.

“Understood,” Alex whispers in a small voice that has Maggie wondering what kind of torture she saw today, what kind of hell she survived, but she knows they’ll talk in the morning, in the safety of the sunrise and coffee and warm blankets and nakedness.

Right now? Now, she’s going to make good on her promise to make Alex Danvers writhe and scream and beg for her.

“Bed,” Maggie tells her when she’s on her feet, and Alex walks forward obediently.

“Strip,” is Maggie’s next command, soft but steady, and Alex’s wide eyes leave Maggie’s as she removes her boots, her socks, her jeans, her shirt, her bra, her underwear.

“My beautiful girl,” Maggie murmurs, and Alex has never felt this safe.

“Lay down and spread your legs for me.” Alex squeaks and Alex obeys.

“Understood,” she whispers, and Maggie is wildly in love.

Maggie kisses her way up Alex’s body, from toes to knees to inner thighs, from clit to stomach to breasts to collarbone to throat to face.

“You are so gorgeous, Alex Danvers,” she breathes into her ear, and Alex writhes for contact.

“Touch yourself for me, Ally. Show me what you want me to do to you.”

Alex could cum just from those words alone, just from the intensity in Maggie’s eyes, the way her look makes her feel surrounded, protected, held. Safe. Loved.


Taken care of.

She brings trembling fingers to her nipple and she brings trembling fingers to her clit.

She pinches and she pressures and she obeys Maggie when she reminds her to keep her legs open so she can see everything.

“Is that how you want me to touch you, Alex?”

Alex squeaks and nods, and Maggie grins softly.

“With my fingers, with my tongue, or with my strap-on?”

Alex stammers and Alex can’t form words, and Maggie leans down to kiss her forehead, and Maggie understands, so Maggie guesses.

“You want me tongue here,” she suggests, gesturing to Alex’s nipple, and Alex nods desperately.

Maggie smiles and gently lifts Alex’s hand away from her breast, bringing her fingers slowly, deliberately, one-by-one, into her mouth. She licks and she sucks and she makes Alex whimper and thrash desperately, still touching her own clit, as Maggie wets each of Alex’s fingers before returning them to Alex’s nipple.

Alex gasps as her nipple hardens at the contact, and Maggie smiles softly.

“Good girl, Ally,” she whispers, kissing her forehead again.

“And you um… you want me to stay on your clit, or you want me to fuck your pussy like I fucked your mouth?”

Alex gasps out a strangled scream and her hips arch violently. “I…”

“You don’t have to say it, baby, just show me. Show me what you want, beautiful.”

“Understood,” Alex chokes out, barely breathing, and slips her three of her own fingers inside herself, all at once, because god she knows she’s more than wet enough, and Maggie moans raggedly at the image.

“You’re gorgeous, Danvers,“ she promises her, and Alex smiles breathlessly.

“I’m going to fuck you just how you want to be fucked now, okay? You gonna be a good girl and let me make you cum nice and hard for me?”

Alex squeaks and Alex nods, and Alex is wrecked and Alex is so, so desperate.

Maggie makes good on her word, her tongue working magic on Alex’s nipple, her palm, her thigh, working wonders on Alex’s clit, her strap-on stretching Alex out just like she wants, just like she’s begging for, just like she’s been waiting for since Maggie pulled out of her mouth.

Maggie holds her extra close when Alex cums, screaming and thrashing and gasping for breath, and Maggie whispers to her the entire way through.

“There’s my good girl.”

“I got you, baby, just let it all go.”

“God, you’re beautiful, Alex.”

“Alex, Alex, Alex.”

“I love you, Alex. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

And god, god, god, does she love Maggie, too.

Whoever loves her next,

She will set fire to your soul,
In the most beautiful way,
Her eyes tell so many stories,
And hers alone is not easy,
She is the most beautiful girl to ever step foot on earth.

She will make you mad,
Do not yell at her,
Stay calm,
Talk things out.

You might need to push a conversation on her because she won’t make a first move,
But never push it if she’s uncomfortable,
Drop it right then and there,

Trust her,
No matter what it is, trust her,
And build your trust in her for you.

Please treat her with nothing but respect,
She’s the biggest pain in the ass but that’s who she is, but she deserves the best,
She’ll test your limits, but don’t give up on her too soon,
She gets these moods where you just have to give her space,
Just be yourself, that will be plenty.

When you wake her up in the morning be sure to be gentle,
Kiss her forehead, nothing too extreme,
When she sends you a picture of her,
On god you better respond with the heart eyes and hearts and freak the fuck out asking how she’s yours,
You’ll see the most beautiful smile you have ever laid eyes on start to form on her face.

She likes the little things,
Naps together, forehead kisses, late night talks,
But she loves exploring,
Take her on a hike,
Take her to new places, and watch her eyes begin to glow, and that smile of hers shine.

She’s picky when it comes to food,
So don’t be pushy, if she’s not hungry, don’t ask again,
But one thing she usually won’t pass up,
So you better get your ass out of bed at 3am like me to make her one that’s not from the bag.

She loves her rocks and different energies,

So you better sit there at 2 in the morning,
Or 2 in the afternoon listening to her talk about them,
And don’t stop or interrupt her when she’s rambling on about them,
Her voice should be your favorite sound,
It’s what she enjoys,
It’s what she’s passionate about,
She also loves to paint,
Especially on rainy days,
It gets her mind off of things,
She’s in her own world,
So don’t interrupt.

She. Will. Not. Make. Decisions.
So when it comes down to it, she’ll tell you she won’t be the one to have the last word,
Unless she’s right,
Always let her have the last word,
Even when she’s dead wrong, if you agree with her and say “baby, you’re right” she will be the happiest girl in the world,
And that better be your goal.

She’s never wrong,
Cocky as all hell about it,
But she’s never wrong,
Even when she’s dead wrong and knows it.

She’s needy,
So when you’re laying in bed with her,
Make sure you’re in reach of her being able to touch you,
If she can’t, she’ll make it known,
She loves touch, a simple touch,
If your hand is on her leg, don’t move it unless she moves it for you,
She’s at ease.

Sometimes she’s judgmental about herself.
So worship her,
Cherish her,
Tell her that she is the most beautiful girl in the world day in and day out,
Call her beautiful like it’s her name,
She loves it,
She loves being called cute names.

Show her off in public,
Make it known that she’s yours,
Protect her, make sure she feels safe with you,
Never make her do something she’s not up to do.

Respect her and every decision she makes,
Be there for her through the ups and downs,
The small things and the big things,
The not so serious problems and the serious problems,
If she calls you and says she needs you,
Get in your car and go find her,
Make her and her happiness your number one priority,
And make sure you worship the ground she walks on.

Remind her that her feelings are valid,
Remind her that her emotions are valid,
Remind her that her thoughts are valid,
Remind her that it’s okay to cry,
Remind her that it’s okay to be upset,
Be there for her,
And never let her go.

Hold her when she cries,
Comfort her when she feels uneasy,
Play with her hair so she falls asleep at night,
And love her, with every god damn ounce of your soul.

And if you’re lucky,
She’ll love you too.

—  I’m still in love with you
- 8:00pm

anonymous asked:

What Do u think About Bamon in general? Platonic or no?

I freakin’ love them. Here’s where you can read some of my thoughts about them (x) (x) (x). 

But yeah, I definitely ship romantic Bamon. It wasn’t an instant thing, they grew on me over the course of season 6, but their chemistry is just so incredible and it pulls me in every single time. I haven’t even watched the show since season 6, but the one thing I’ve watched consistently is Bamon scenes. I regularly check the tags and watch their videos on YouTube, because there’s something about them when they’re together…they just come alight. It’s such a different dynamic than any of the other relationships on the show and I see a completely different side to both of them when they’re with each other that I don’t see when they’re with anyone else. 

Plus, Bamon has just really made me love Damon’s character again. Way back in the early seasons Damon was one of my favourite characters, but between his constant pining and whining over Katherine and Elena I grew so tired of him. When he’s with Bonnie I see a Damon that I can get on board with. There’s a vulnerability and sincerity in him that Bonnie brings out. She makes him more aware of who he is, the things he’s doing, she makes him question that and makes him want to be a better person. He genuinely cares what she thinks of him and you can see that. He doesn’t want to let her down or disappoint her, but he’s consistently done that to everyone he loves so he pushes her way because she’s just too important and special for him to do that to her out of everyone. 

I see that lot of people don’t ship them or agree with them based on the fact that Damon has put Bonnie through a hell of a lot and they think she deserves better. I do understand why, but for me it just adds a new layer to their relationship by creating conflict and issues that they need to overcome. 

Here’s the honest truth of the matter: Damon is damaged. He’s so damaged that he doesn’t even seem to realise when he does something messed up, he’s just so used to following the same negative patterns of behaviour and no, it shouldn’t be a woman’s responsibility (or anyone else’s for that matter) to fix him, but it’s kind of inevitable that it has to happen. Damon needs help, he needs someone to be there for him, to remind him when he’s being an ass, to give him direction and guidance and support. What Damon needs is a strong, passionate woman that is mature, emotionally developed and capable of independent thought and that person is Bonnie. We saw what the writers did with D*lena, using Elena as Damon’s humanity and his morality and whether we like it or not, any Damon relationship whether it’s with Elena or Bonnie or Katherine or any other woman, will always have that aspect involved, because Damon needs that. But here’s the important part; with Bonnie it’s different. With Elena, Damon literally projected all of his issues directly onto her and used her as a catalyst for his humanity, but Elena never actually actively did or said anything to help Damon be a better person. Damon just convinced himself that she did because he wanted it to be true. But with Bonnie, she does. Like I said, she tells him when he’s doing something wrong, she’s not afraid to stand up to him, to reject his apology if she knows he’s in the wrong, but at the same time, she accepts that deep down he’s a good person that is trying to be better and she wants to help him do that. But what’s even more interesting is that just seeing Bonnie hurt by his actions is enough to make Damon remorseful and want to change. I don’t know if it’s just me, but I’ve never seen Damon react like that with Elena. When he hurts Bonnie it’s like he can’t stand it, it eats him up and it tortures his soul, but with Elena, he actually did things to deliberately hurt her. And I think evidence of this can be seen by the fact that when Elena had no memories in season 6 Damon said he didn’t want her to be happy, he wanted her to be as miserable as him. But what did he say to Bonnie in 8x10? “I hope it’s the happiest life, because you are an amazing woman.” See the difference? Damon is starting to show that he is capable of selfless love with Bonnie, which is something we’ve never really seen from him before. 

As for Bonnie, despite the utter crap she’s had to put up with from Damon, he’s good for her too. I think Bonnie is the kind of character that needs a challenge, someone that’s going to keep her on her toes and Damon is that for her. But more than that, he protects her, makes her feel safe and I think that’s important for Bonnie, because she’s constantly put in the path of danger. And like I mentioned in a previous post, Damon is the first person that’s actually consistently put Bonnie first and treated her as an actual person. Bonnie has been constantly overlooked and mistreated across the entirety of the show and I think the biggest thing that I notice is that she’s perceived as a witch and a solution to problems, rather than just Bonnie. And even the people that are supposed to be her best friends never thank her or show their appreciation. In season 6, Damon was the first one that acknowledged everything Bonnie had done for him and everyone else, he actually challenged Elena (because she was making everything about her as always) and said that he wanted to save Bonnie for Bonnie. Damon stopped making everything about Bonnie about Elena or magic or anything else and he made it about Bonnie. That’s so important. When Elena was put into the coma she said to Bonnie to let her make this sacrifice so Bonnie could live and that she wanted to do it after everything Bonnie had done for her. No, Elena had no choice but to sacrifice herself for Bonnie because Kai created the spell and Damon decided he wanted to keep Bonnie alive for Bonnie. Bonnie deserves that so much. She deserves someone that loves her, that puts her first and Damon does. 

And putting all of the deep stuff aside, Bonnie and Damon just have such an amazing dynamic. They have fun, they tease each other and naturally bounce off one another. I mean, they spent three entire months together on The Other Side. That is approximately 2,190 hours they spent in each other’s company, with no one else to talk to but each other. Imagine how much they learned about each other, how well they got to know each other, the comfortableness they built up. Honestly, I don’t know many people that could spend that much time together alone and not develop a significant and intimate bond that becomes something romantic. Generally the thing that makes people fall in love is getting to know someone on a deeper level. Hearing them speak about their fears, their hopes, their dreams, their past, their likes and dislikes; seeing them in every state of being there is, first thing in the morning, when they’ve just got out the shower, the dark circles under their eyes because they haven’t slept for days because they’re nervous about something, when they’re tears streaming down their face and snot running down their nose, when they’re laughing hysterically and accidentally snort, when they’re singing along to a song and don’t know anybody’s listening. You get the idea. All of these things are what Bonnie and Damon saw when they were together for those three months. Having that kind of closeness, getting to know someone that deeply, seeing every side of them that there is…it nearly always leads to one or both of those people falling in love with each other. 

And that’s what I love about Bonnie and Damon. There’s so much development and depth there, yet at the same time such a lightheartedness. They have the domesticated, adorkable best friend side of their relationship, where they sit around doing crossword puzzles, making pancakes, Damon teases Bonnie about Mrs Cuddles, Bonnie teases Damon about his collection of 90s music. But they also have the angsty, complex, intricately messed up side of their relationship where they argue, challenge each other, hurt each other and even hate each other. When those two elements come together it creates such a beautiful and interesting dynamic. There’s just so much potential there with them, so much that could be done, so many intriguing aspects to their relationship, the possibilities and just endless and I think that’s what’s so exciting about Bamon.

Has anyone talked about the fact that prior to 6x15 Emma was wearing flouncy loose girly things with her hair up and looking open and more vulnerable and when she thought Killian left she’s right away back to her turtlenecks and hair worn down like a shield. Anyone talking about how she slipped right back into her armour and clothing that makes her feel protected and closed off from people like she wore in earlier seasons because I do and I have a lot of feelings about it

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  • Ghira: So you are the Yang who Blake talks about in her sleep, huh?
  • Blake: Dad!
  • Ghira: The one who comes along with the "stop, don't hurt her" and then the-
  • Blake: Please, dad, stop!
  • Ghira: -"please forgive me." You must be really important to my daughter. She doesn't usually talk so much about somebody - specially in her sleep.
  • Yang: Uh... I guess so, sir.
  • Ghira: Tell me then, Ms. Xiao Long. What are your intentions with my Blake?
  • Blake: Seriously now?
  • Yang: I want to protect her and make sure she's always feeling well, Mr. Belladonna. Blake is really important to me. As a partner and as a friend.
  • Ghira: Now <i>that's</i> a blonde that I liked meeting.
  • Blake: Dad...
  • Ghira: Congratulations, Ms. Xiao Long. You have my blessing.
  • Blake: DAD!
  • Yang: Purrfect!
  • Ghira: ...
  • Blake: ...
  • Yang: *smirks nervously* ...
  • Kali: ...
  • Kali: *to Blake* I like her.
  • Blake: MOM!

leos-pineapple  asked:

Head canons with RFA + Saeran with a tall MC! I hope your day has been going alright. Get some sleep and make sure to remember to drink water!


i’ve seen u in my notifs and omg i’m so sorry this took foreverr :3

p.s i luv you (⋈◍>◡<◍)。✧♡


  • poor boy just wanted to be taller than one person in his life
  • even his momma is taller than him hahahhaahah shh 
  • so he tries wearing insoles with some height right
  • but he trips lmao and he literally falls onto MC in the streets because he can’t balance
  • after a while he gives up and just accepts his short fate
  • also low key falls in love with MC’s legs because they’re just so long and beautiful and now he sounds like a pervert but you know it’s true 
  • is it bad that he treats MC like a tree and enjoys koala hugging her legs whenever he can because he does that no doubt about it ok


  • the moment he sees MC he does that sunglasses lowering thing
  • like ooooh gurl
  • he’s shamelessly checking her out 
  • um excuse me SIR EYES UP HERE PLEASE
  • he is having a hard time keeping his eyes on her face because she was wearing shorts since it was summer and it’s so hot but omg not as hot as her leggggggs yas
  • jkjk y am i making all of them pervs omfg try again Cherry pls get it together
  • ANYWAYS moving on
  • he really likes MC’s height because he actually hates looking down on people?? (i.e. Yoosung)
  • he likes looking straight at the other person and it saves his neck from getting tired of looking down since it makes his posture worse 
  • so MC being tall is such a bonus he cannot live it out 
  • happiest man on the plant probably yea


  • okay so at first she thought they were the same height
  • but that was only cuz she had to wear heels with her business attire and she kinda forgot she had them on
  • then she took them off 
  • and
  • MC was towering over her???? omg
  • “Wow, MC I didn’t know you were so tall!”
  • she was really excited all of a sudden because she actually enjoys being the shorter partner just because she feels nice and protected and heheh it makes her feel warm and fuzzy and happy ^-^
  • so whenever they go out she would hold onto MC and lean on her and it was so so so cute
  • also MC was really good at reaching things for her at home which made her life 200% easier and she loved it


  • MC was tall but not still not as tall as he
    • fight me
  • but he was surprised at her height as most women he met were always pretty short lmao
  • “MC, you are quite tall compared to many of the employee’s and business partners I’ve met.”
  • okay that’s great but now what
  • it was SO FUNNY
  • because he likes to take MC to dinner parties and well
  • she had to dress all fancy = heels = she’s taller than Jumin now xD
  • he was low key uncomfortable like uhhhhhhhhh MC is looming over me help
  • so he secretly got some shoe pads to enhance his height whenever those events came along
  • but don’t get me wrong, he loved MC’s tall stature because she looked extremely gorgeous and just pulled off any look she had going and they literally looked like a model couple who were always on the runway
  • am i implying that Jumin does the cat walk because yes i am in fact i’m 10000% right about this trust me it’s insiders info ok i got my sources


  • he’s having SO MUCH FUN
  • now Seven is Tarzan or some shit cuz he’s literally hanging all over MC like she’s a tree oh my god
  • “nuuuuu this is too much fun! :D:D:D”
  • MC is just:
  • ANYWAY so he never gets the hell off and lovesss to get MC to piggybackride him
  • is he 5 or what
  • there’s no stopping it
  • he’s going to be all over MC until the end of time
  • but it’s also kinda cute??? because he’s so giggly around MC and lol
  • don’t be mad but since she’s so tall he kinda.. sorta.. most definitely uses her as shade whenever he goes outside
  • oops


  • his eyes are bulging out of his head
  • wanna know why? because she’s standing there with the sun setting behind her and the wind blowing in her hair and her cheeks are flushed a cute pink because Saeran is staring at her like she’s a goddess
  • he literally
  • can’t take his eyes off her
  • also when they’re walking it’s real adorable because
  •  ok it’s not like he’s a short dude but he kinda hunches over since he’s hella timid and shy so he looks smol and it’s just 
  • literally this^
  • .. except Saeran doesn’t look annoyed, instead he’s blushing like crazy
  • also did i mention he snuggles really close to MC because he likes being close to her and since she’s so tall he feels protected and it makes him feel super safe

i wish i was tall (i’m literally 5′4″ and my entire fam is 5′8″ or taller and i’m just???? what the hell happened to my DNA)

~Cherry L.

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pairing: kim taehyung x oc 
genre/warnings: soon to be smut, angst, drama,   
• words: 2,652
summary: what happens when Taehyung falls for someone who’s already taken? Can he control his feelings or will they take over and render him powerless? In the end is it all her fault or his…?
• note. inspired by Dean’s album 130 mood:trbl. 

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To those girls chasing Tae in Jeju to the point that he was running to his car with clear anxiety…

heavy, dirty soul (Jungkook x Reader) - Chapter 1: The Meeting

Genre: Angst, smut, fluff, there will be all
Word count: 3,727
A\N - I would like to mention that there are all the usual warnings for a Mafia!AU so if you are uncomfortable with the whole blood, murder, rape, torture pack you shouldn’t read this.

I want to mention that this was originally written as a gift to one of my friends, but I decided to post it on Tumblr since I liked it very much. Angela, the OC is a partial reflection of myself, and so are a few other original characters I put in. There are also appereances from other groups and people from the Kpop industry. In this chapter it’s a brief mentioning of FTISLAND and History, also EXO and GOT7) If you enjoyed my story, have a theory about it, or simply wanna talk, hit me up in the inbox, or come chat privately!

I would very much appreciate feedback! Enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

Haya! I was wondering if you have any interesting prompts to how a hero, whom was captured and is in love with the villain, can kill the villain, whom currently has a gun to the heroes head? (The hero has the ability to move things with her mind) Thanks... Absolutely love your stuff btw... It gives me life!

The villain pulled the trigger. 
Nothing happened. 
Then the villain’s hand began to move, the gun twisting until they were holding it cocked against their own head instead.
The hero’s brain pounded with the effort of overcoming the villain’s will, of controlling the gun that for all its cold metal seemed somehow as hungry and vicious as its owner. As equally capable of making her feel protected, invincible,once.
The hero panted for breath. Blood trickled down her nose as the villain’s mind pushed against hers, slippery as smoke. “No,” she said. “No. You don’t to control me again. Not ever again.”
The villain pulled the trigger. 
And their puppet strings crumpled to the floor with them. 

reminiscence pt. I

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1971. Y/N stood on the bustling train platform, the clamour of screeching owls and the hustling of luggage making her quite dizzy. Children and parents were bumping into her tiny frame continuously, in a hurry to say their goodbyes. Teary eyed mothers tousled their little one’s hair, reminding them over a hundred times to write letters, do well at school and make friends. Like most other first years, Y/N nervously clutched the handle of her trunk, a little scared yet a little excited, ready to leave her daily life behind, for the world of wizardry and witchcraft.

That was 6 years ago. Y/N (L/N) was now in her 6th year at Hogwarts; a proud Gryffindor, a thriving student and an amazing friend. Her first year had been splendid and she had made acquaintances quite easily, almost immediately befriending another scared, red-headed muggleborn on the train. Lily Potter. Their friendship had blossomed, and in time, the two of them grew very close to a certain group of unruly, fierce, clever boys. The Marauders were her best friends; looking out for Y/N all the time, always accepting and understanding. Their small family felt like home, a happy, safe place where nothing could ever go wrong.


It was way past midnight. Y/N lay on the plush, vintage mattress in the Gryffindor common room, the warm light of the fireplace making her skin glow like liquid gold, warming her up from the inside. The smell of hot cocoa pervaded through the cozy room, the atmosphere growing soporific, making her drowsier by the minute. She had come down to try and work on her potions essay, but the book strewn carelessly across her lap and the empty pieces of folded parchment were a clear indication that no studying had been done that night. In her defense, Lily, the marauders and a few of her other friends had sauntered down as well, and the endless gossip and laughter was obviously distracting. Y/N was at the border between sleep and awake, her mind wandering off to recall happy memories as she gazed at the faces of her smiling friends, people who had grown to become extremely important parts of her life.

She thought about her first two years, when the boys had just begun talking to her and Lily, and how their friendship grew with every little prank and argument. Come third year, Y/N had written to them all summer, sharing secrets and stories, describing the muggle world and her small daily adventures. Studying became of more importance from that year on, and late night cramming sessions led by Remus in the common room, with cups of coffee and chocolate frogs had become a regularity. It always somehow watered down to them laughing and talking into the wee hours of dawn, falling asleep amidst their books, completely exhausted. She would never forget their simple game of truth or dare towards the beginning of fourth year, when she had jokingly dared Lily to kiss Remus, and the pair had shyly complied, earning an outraged, quite over-dramatic reaction from James, who had stormed out of the room. It was the first time the group was made aware of his little crush on Lily. It was the first time Y/N had properly talked to her about boys, giggling and blushing profusely at the mention of every other attractive lad. It was the first time she had come to realize that Sirius Black was absolutely gorgeous.


Sirius Black. Though Y/N adored and cared for all her friends equally, the charming young man always held a special place in her heart. He had always been the first to tease her when they were younger, and the first to wipe her tears. He stood up for her, yelling at anyone who dared to make even the smallest negative comment. As 13 year olds, barely into their teens, the two had often sneaked out of bed to climb up to the astronomy tower, where he had confided in her, telling her everything about his family. (Y/N) had held him close, stroking his hair and whispering words of encouragement until he calmed down. After the girls had found out about Moony’s condition, they would stay up on those few nights, waiting for the boys to come back. She had tended to his wounds, worry etched on her face every time he winced or groaned. She had been there to witness all of his escapades, his seemingly never ending loop of courting and then breaking countless girls’ hearts. She had stood with Remus, laughing and reprimanding Sirius for his foolish antics.  She had watched him go from one girl to the next, and had poured her heart out to Lily, tears pooling in her eyes.

She thought of one of the infamous Gryffindor Christmas parties, thrown by the seventh years who had managed to sneak in bottles of firewhiskey and boxes of chocolates. Having fought with Sirius just that afternoon, she had brought Regulus along as a date just to spite him. Much to her dismay, he had brought along one of his fangirls, who wouldn’t stop swooning over the dark haired boy, making her blood boil. Both Sirius and Y/N had spent that entire party, glaring at each other, definitely not having a good time. Their ego got the best of them, and they wouldn’t dare admit how much they wished they had spent that night with each other. It was the first time Y/N thought there could be something more than friendship there.  

She smiled as her most secretive, cherished memories surfaced; the few nights she had spent tucked into his arms. Usually after a thrilling Quidditch game or after studying for hours, the two would find themselves pressed closely against each other on the couch, her hands in his soft hair, his hands rubbing warm circles into her lower back, their legs a tangle of limbs. She loved every version of Sirius, but that version was her favourite. Vulnerable and kind, making her feel loved and protected. He would whisper soft nothings in her ear and intertwine their fingers, making her heart race faster than usual. Of course in the morning, the two would play it off as just two friends cuddling, much oblivious to their own feelings.


Her reverie ended as Remus softly said goodnight and kissed her on the forehead, shuffling out of the common room. Y/N sat up as well, deciding it was finally time to turn in. Her sleepy orbs scanned the room, a barely visible smile absentmindedly creeping onto her lips. James and Lily were cuddled up on the couch, and Y/N  let out a small laugh, already hearing Lily’s excuses stating she had been coerced. Molly and a few other girls, were sat on the rug, conversing through whispers and smiles, eyeing a group of seventh year boys at the far end of the room. Peter had fallen asleep on a nearby armchair, his legs flung over the edge, a book lopsidedly covering half his face. She picked her things up, stacking her books neatly, while standing up and stretching slowly, her smile freezing as her eyes landed on a certain male.  Sirius was nestled snuggly in a large chair, a random girl curled up in his lap, whispering something in his ear, making him elicit a soft laugh, a little twinkle visible in his eyes. Y/N swallowed hard, her jaw set as she abruptly walked out, catching the dark haired boy’s attention.  As she stormed up the stairs, misty teardrops cascaded down her cheeks, her mind swimming with contempt for herself. What was the point in pinning after him for so long? He had unknowingly broken her heart so many times. It wasn’t even his fault. If only Y/N could pluck up the courage to tell him how she felt. If only she had could stand out, make him notice her, make him fall for her just as she had fallen for him, fallen for his obnoxious laugh, his warm eyes, his compassion and his chivalry. If only he knew. She had tried, she had tried to make it obvious to him, with her long hugs, random kisses on the cheeks, her little sighs every time he did something adorable, her little frowns every time he prowled after another girl. But what more could Y/N do?

What if he was her Romeo but she just wasn’t his Juliet?


the only appropriate response when Shianni asks you this tbqh.


-Mom, you know I love you a lot, right?
-Of course I do! That’s why I’m letting you go like this.

Girlfriend Sulli

imo, she’s the type of girl to put her all into a relationship. so much so that she may loose herself :/ she wants nothing more than to make her s/o happy so if that person is toxic and a bad influence, she will stay with them out of love and make up excuses for all their bad actions. I hope you genuinely love and care for Sulli. she deserves someone who can appreciate her warm heart and the effort she will put into the relationship

Originally posted by choissul

If you’re smaller than her, she’ll love hugging you and resting her chin on your head. With you wrapped in her arms, it makes her feel like she can protect you from the evils of the world. From the closeness, you get to smell her floral perfume and sweet shampoo. She always smells good so those hugs are so relaxing. You find it hard to fall asleep unless you’re in her arms.

Although if you’re taller than her, she’ll be impressed. Taller girls don’t usually get to feel smol and fluffy standing next to someone. So having a tall s/o be able to rest their chin on her head makes her heart flutter.

Originally posted by female-idols

Loves to cook for you. Would gladly spend hours in the kitchen after a difficult schedule, making you your favourite things to eat. She loves watching you eat happily and feel nourished.

Originally posted by choissul

As someone so friendly and warm, she makes friends wherever she goes. And her beauty, coupled with her personality, could make you jealous as she unwittingly has people falling for her left, right and centre. There’s nothing to worry about though. Sulli is fully committed and nothing will ever change that. Regardless of what rumours the media spreads or what that person wanting her attention offers her, she would still pick you in a heartbeat.

Originally posted by fuckyeah-fx

Often prefers to wear your clothes, particularly anything baggy. Your scent relaxes her and she feels so loved in your comfy, baggy clothes. She’d much rather those than tight, restrictive dresses and heels. Oh and if you bring her ice cream then even better. She’ll know it’s true love ;D

Originally posted by 5princesses

You like rewatching the dramas she’s appeared in to tease her. Or taking pics of her advertisements on billboards or shop windows to send to her like ‘Wow, this woman looks so familiar. Wonder if she’s single? ;)’

Originally posted by sulliyaa

Her smile honestly saves lives. Whenever you’re down or have had a bad day, her bright personality and beautiful smile always pick you back up. Sulli can’t stand to see you frown so she tries to always keep you happy. Which isn’t possible, there will be days when you’re down and she stupidly blames herself :/ She feels like a bad gf those days so you need to reassure her that’s she wonderful. That even her pure smile can’t make all the bad things in the world go away.

Originally posted by wearelivinginthesmtown

Sulli is such a warm, caring gf. She always puts you first, even times when she shouldn’t (like if she’s sick). She does this because you mean the whole world to her. She may seem like a clingy gf but that’s only out of concern, as she’s always checking up on you. She remembers everything you tell her, even something silly like running out of lip balm. And she would damn well trek through rain and snow to get one for you. That’s the type of woman she is.

You come first, always. This is why she can sometimes loose herself in a relationship. You need to remind her to think of herself sometimes. This mutual love and care is what makes the love last. Nothing in the world could break this love apart.

Originally posted by choissul

anonymous asked:

Akashi, Kuroko, Midorima, Kiyoshi, Nijimura trying to get their s/o to cry because she always keeps her feelings inside and acts tough even when things get difficult~

This request caught my eye~ Here you go anon! 🌸

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“Do you not trust me?” his voice was unbelievably cold, she couldn’t help but look up from her desk. He made his way over to her and placed his hand on her table. “Talk to me, (Name).”

She sighed, closing her eyes shut before opening them again. “What do you want.. Seijuro?”

He wrapped his hand around her wrist and pulled her close to him, whispering in her ear. “Do you know have any idea how much it pains me.. seeing you so miserable?”

“What about it?” she yanked her hand away and stepped back. “Seijuro, I have so much to do. I can handle this. I swear I can.” she forced a smile and raised a hand to caress his cheek.

“Go back to sleep.” she insisted.

He placed a hand on top of hers, intertwining them together and planting a kiss on the back of her hand. “Shouldn’t I be telling you that?”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Alright.” he lets out a sigh, closing his eyes for a while before opening them again, a different gaze landing upon her. “Then leave.”

“What?” she tried not to stutter, the words that came out of his mouth repeating itself over and over again in her mind. “Seijuro-“

“I’d rather see you leave.” he stated, inching away, before turning his back to her, not even continuing his sentence.

And then she broke down. It was the first time he heard soft cries coming from her, it made him regret saying things he didn’t even mean.

But she needed to release her stress and feelings. She needed someone, and knowing that Akashi could help her, why not?

He turned on his heel and without any more hesitations, embraced her tightly. “(Name).. you know I don’t mean any of the words I have said..”

She didn’t reply. Instead, she continued to snuggle in his chest. She was so vulnerable, Akashi didn’t want to let go of her.

“Love..” he planted a kiss on top of her head. “Don’t keep your emotions to yourself. I’m so sorry for what I did. But I had to. It pains me more seeing you so tired and needing someone when I’m here.”

“Now please..” he whispered, pulling away and lightly tugging on her hand. “Go to sleep. Let me take care of you.”

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