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The Interview

Requested By: Anonymous

hii, could u write a tom Holland x reader fic with prompts 5, 53 and 57? I’m in love with your tumblr btw🌸

Based off a prompt list linked here

#5 “I made my baby cry!”, #53 “Sit in my lap”, and #57 “You don’t understand, you never do!”

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Description: While Tom was away shooting for Spider-Man Homecoming, he did a few interviews. One where they asked about a funny moment between you and him. He decided to tell them the one time you played a prank on him when you two were training.

Warnings: Just cuteness, it’s super dorky aw

Word Count: 1,654

A/N: Yayyyy! First Tom Holland imagine, I think it’s super cute and dorky omg. I think this imagine turned out really well and idk I just love it ahaha. But fr, I could so see him accidently letting a secret like this slip out bc we all know he can’t keep secrets.

Originally posted by davinaclaires

“Well look who it is! It’s Mr. Spider-Man himself, Tom Holland! Welcome!” The interviewer grinned at Tom, making him smile and give a few waves.

“It’s crazy man, to be here surrounded by all these wonderful people.” Tom gushed, looking around in pure bliss.

You were sitting at home, watching his live interview on TV, laughing at how dorky he was.

You and Tom had been dating for about a year now, you were thrilled when you found out he got the role of Spider-Man for Captain America Civil War, and even more ecstatic when you found out he actually became Spider-Man.

Tom had told you many times how he wished he could be that character, and then his dream came true and you couldn’t have been more proud.

He had been gone for a few months now, filming for his new movie Spider-Man Homecoming, which you were going to drag him to, to watch in the theatres together, whether he wanted to or not.

You were unbelievably proud of Tom, he looked so happy, and that’s all that mattered to you, even if you did miss him a ton.

Your head snapped back to the TV, hearing the interviewer mention your name, a smile creeping its way onto your lips.

This had to be good.

“So, how are you and Y/N doing? Is she at home now watching this?” The interviewer asked, making Tom blush lightly and smile bashfully.

“She’s doing great actually, I love her a lot. It means a lot to me that she’s so supportive and happy for me. She’s the best girlfriend you could have honestly. And yes, she is at home right now,” Tom waves into the camera, making you laugh, “I’m pretty positive she’s watching this, mainly because I told her to.” Tom chuckled, making the interviewer laugh.

“I’m glad you guys are still together and that everything is going well between the two of you.” The interviewer added on, making Tom smile and nod along.

“Yeah it’s great, she’s great, everything is just.. great.” He laughed, motioning to the area around him.

“Speaking of Y/N, I know you two have been together for quite the time now.” The interviewer stated, making Tom grow serious for a moment.

“Yeah, Y/N and I have been together for about a year now, she was there with me when I actually got casted as Spider-Man for Cap Civil War.” Tom smiled, making a heart into the camera, which obviously made your heart melt even more.

Tom was that guy, that even if he was miles away, he could still make your heart flutter, even through a television screen.

“She’s super supportive like I said before, and I just couldn’t be happier.” Tom grinned, running his fingers through his hair messily.

“That’s great, I’m happy for you both. Speaking of Y/N, are there any funny moments you to have together that you’re willing to share?” The interviewer gave Tom a smile, making him laugh.

“Man, this is tough, Y/N always makes me laugh.” Tom smiled, placing his fingers on his chin as he thought about all the moments you two have had.

His eyes lit up, as he grinned at the interviewer.

“There was actually this one moment, Y/N and I were training, it was after we found out I was casted as Spider-Man for my new movie, and I wanted to get a head start on training for it.” Tom explained, already laughing as he thought of the memory.

You on the other hand, were dying of laughter already, you remember this day like it happened yesterday.

“So, Y/N and I were training one day, we were doing an exercise where we were practicing punching, since you know Spider-Man does stunts like that.” Tom laughed, crossing his arms as he swayed back and forth.

“So we were doing punching exercises and I went to you know.. ‘punch her’ and when I did she screamed and held her face.” Tom explained, making the interviewer gasp.

“So of course I stopped and was like ’oh shit! are you okay? oh my god, I made my baby cry!and I quickly took off the equipment to make sure she wasn’t really injured.” Tom explained, covering his mouth with his hands before laughing, as he glared into the camera playfully, making you laugh even harder.

“After I removed the gloves, I told her you know.. come here sit in my lap, and so she did, she was still holding her face, she felt like she was crying and I was really worried I had actually hurt her you know?” Tom laughed, licking his bottom lip as he continued on.

“And then, as I was trying to get her to remove her hands from her face, I felt her start to laugh, and I was so confused.” Tom smiled, shaking his head, as the interviewer laughed.

“I eventually pried her hands away to see she was totally fine, and had gotten me worked up over nothing! I was so frustrated, but she found it hysterical, she was laughing so hard. I remember telling her ’you don’t understand,'  I was so scared I actually had hurt her.” Tom laughed, shaking his head as he looked into the camera.

“But she didn’t care, she claimed that I never do, and by that I mean that I never get her pranks until after she’s done them. You see Y/N is that good of a prankster that she really fools you.” Tom explained, biting his lip slightly.

You were sitting on the couch, laughing at the memory, it was all true, Tom had gotten so frustrated with you, but you couldn’t take him seriously.

You were too proud and full of laughter that he fell for another one of your crazy pranks.

“And the thing is, I always fall for them, I never realize I’d been pranked till after it happens.” Tom laughed, making the interviewer laugh with him.

“You two are definitely a match, the fact that she pranks you that well and you still fall for them shows you two have something special.” The interviewer smiled, making Tom blush lightly. 

“Oh don’t worry, I got her back just as good.” Tom grinned, winking into the camera, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“I don’t blame you,” The interviewer laughed, before looking into the camera then at Tom. “Well, that’s about all the time we have for today, congratulations on your new movie, Spider-Man Homecoming.” The interviewer smiled, shaking Tom’s hand who was smiling back at him.

“Thanks! And thanks for having me, it was a blast.” Tom smiled, waving goodbye into the camera before the interview was over.

You laughed, shaking your head at your TV screen, Tom was such a dork.

Within a few minutes, you felt your phone buzz, only to see you had a text message from him already.

SpiderTom: hey baby did u see my interview? ;)

You: u mean the one where u talked about my epic pranking skills? then yes, yes i did, & I’m ngl i was laughing the entire time

SpiderTom: ur evil you know that? but i love u anyways <3

You: yes, yes i do know >:) & i love u too boo <3

You laughed as you read the next text, a smirk creeping up onto your lips as you replied back.

SpiderTom: you’re going to prank me again aren’t you? :o

You: oh 100%, see u soon babe. ;)

And with that, you shut your phone off, and went to bed, the smirk never once leaving your face.

Missed me? || Liam Dunbar (part 2)


“She didn’t say anything about coming with Theo?” Liam growled as stiles and scott tried hard to hold him back from running to the other side of the parking lot where the girl he thought he knew so well stood with the shady boy.

“I told y'all he was into something and now she is too” Stiles exclaimed as they managed to pin Liam against the bus stopping him from attacking.

“We don’t know if there is something shady about them , they might just know each other. You know both being new students nd stuff” Kira said trying to reason with stiles.

“We can torture them int-” Malia’s suggestion was very quickly cut off by almost a roar of disagreement.

Scott sighted looked to where Y/N and Theo previously stood noticing they were both gone now “How about we get to class now, there are gone now anyways”

Stiles looked ready to disagree but after a while nodded picking up his own backpack from the ground. Liam looked over his shoulder one last time to where Y/N stood before quickly walking back to his history class. Y/N was as accepted not there in the history class but when Liam entered his math class , she was right back in the corner. A part of him wanted to walk as far away and sit on the other side as class but it seamed like his legs carried him to the chair beside her.

“Where were you last period?” Liam asked once he sat down on the chair.

“Nowhere , dad” she smirked tearing her eyes from the book and up to him.

His breath caught in his throats when their eyes met , the color he remembered from their young ages. He remembered it like it was burned in his memories forever , the smile that would light up her entire face but most visible around her eyes , small crinkles would appear on the right side under her eyes while a small dimple would appear on her cheek.

“Speaking of not being in class , where did you run of to?” She asked hands crossed over her chest and the smirk still visible on her features.

“The couch wanted something” he explained , tearing his eyes way from her.

“That sounds real” she said turning around returning to her book “ if the couch had being in history class tying to talk people into joining the team”

In the corner of his eyes he sow her smirk growing wilder for each moment and he could himself feel the frustration smell his body was radiating. As he opened his mouth to come up with some lie the teacher walked in cutting the conversation short.

Focusing in that class seamed to be an impossible task form Liam , after Stiles pointed it up he couldn’t help but focus on it. Her scent. It was unlike anything he had ever smelt before , not a werewolf like himself or scott, not a werecayote like Malia and definitely not a kitsune. He wasn’t gonna die , it was distracting, not only the scent but rather the lack of it. Even with the trace of scent of her , there was nothing even slightly suggesting a feeling. She was calm , unlike their young ages where even without wolf powers he could smell the reeking anxiety and sadness from her.

“Mr. Dunbar” the teachers voice woke him up from his daydream to see an empty classroom “ the class is dismissed and in all honestly I doubted that you love algebra so much”

From the corner of his eyes he caught Y/N walking out the class , with a apologetic look at the teacher he stood up from the seat and nearly ran out the door.

“I swear she was just here ” he mumbled to himself before making his way to the lacrosse field.

“Finally Dunbar , thought you forgot about your lacrosse priority like the rest of this team” Couch yelled once Liam ran in the locker room and walked toward the back where stiles and scott stood.

“Did you talk to her?” Stiles asked quietly as Couch starter giving them a lecture.

Liam gave a small glare to stiles before returning to changing into his lacrosse gear “ No and if you want to know her evil master plan talk to her yourself” and with a final glare he made his way to the field followed by Scott.

“Unbelievable ” Stiles mumbled and hurried , tripping over his own legs to follow them.


By the time they had finished practice it had already been dark. Stiles had offered to drive him home but Liam chose to wait for his step dad. He had only been there for a few minutes when he heard a sound from the school. With a last glance at the parking lot , he decide to take a look before his step dad would be there. It would be an understatement saying that the school look scary in the dark but he quickly with the help of scent found his way to the source of sound. Around the corner and he sow y/n standing , her eyes locked at something in front of her.

“uh, what’s going on here?” He asked , his eyes wild once he noticed the body in front of her feet.

She turned around eyes for the face time showing sign of emotion “I promise, he was like that when I got here.”

“…Is he… dead?” Liam quietly questioned , already knowing the answer.

“Well, either that, or he should really get that gaping hole in his chest looked at" She said looking up from body over to Liam with a smile but the fear visible in her eyes.

“Y/N you can’t just stand over a dead body , that’s the fucking janitor. We have to call this in” Liam basically yelled at her pulling out his phone to call the sheriff office.

“Don’t ” she said grabbing his hand that held the phone in hers “its been taken care of”

Liam gives her a questioning look but puts the phone away , before she could pull her hand away , he held them in his “ You are gonna tell me everything. Over a large ham and pineapple pizza”

A smile broke out on her features and she made herself nod a little. They walked out of the school is silence , liam too afraid to ask about anything cause he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

“Hey , y/ns staying over for dinner ” liam said to his step father stepping into the car as y/n got into the backseat.

“Y/N , that sounds familiar ” Dr. Geyer replied giving the girl a smile in the mirror “I’m guessing you want to order in for dinner?’

’‘Yeah we were thinking pizza” liam saying turning up the music to avoid any further conversation in the car.

a few minuetes later they pulled into the driveway of a big house and both kids got out , Y/N started walking to the from the front door as liam waited in the car for a moment talking to his step dad before him exiting the car and the car driving away.

“ Where did you step dad go?” Y/N asked while Liam slightly struggled to unlock the front door.

“He had to work” liam replied pushing the door open and letting her walk in first.

“It’s nice here ” She said as they started walking up the stairs and too his room “ I gotta say , I liked the old place better”

Liam stopped in his track for a moment before dropping his bag on the bed and turning to face her “ yeah i liked your old place too before it became a crime scene”

She stopped to think for a moment , as if she was considering telling his the truth or not when she finally sighted and shook her head“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”

“You killed your entire family” liam replied slightly disturbed by the girl’s lack of emotion.

“…I’m really sorry?” She tried with a questioning voice “ liam listen , I had too and you know tha-”

“You father was an evil bastard , what about your sister? Your mom? They were innocent people Y/N and you know that” he only noticed he was shouting at her when she flinched the slightest and something inside of her looked broken “ I’m..I’-” he started apologizing before he was cut off by the phone ringing. With a last apologetic voice he picked the phone.

“There’s been a murder at school , the janitor. He had been drained of blood and guess what, Y/N backpack was there as well and we looked through, not my ideas but lydias , and liam we were right. The scent , the everything. We know what she is” Stiles rambled on once Liam picked up the phone , he slowly turned around seeing Y/N sitting quietly on the bed looking through an old photo album.

“ yeah mom , i call you if we need anything , i have a friend over now ” he hung up leaving the boy on the other end rather confused.

“Hey you still keep the pizza places number on your refrigerator?” She asked standing up right after he hung up.

“Yeah , you can do the honor to call if you want , I’m just gonna call Lydia about a school assignment ” he said offering her a smile as she nodded leaving the room.

The phone only rang for a few minutes before lydia picket up “ Stiles told me”

“Stiles thinks its something to do with Theo ” lydia explained and Liam could hear stiles voice in the background.

“I found her there, over the body right after the practice” Liam whisper yelled as he could hear her voice downstairs, suddenly his eyes fell on her phone laying on the bed. He knew it was wrong and god he was gonna regret it but he had to check and curiosity took the best of him.

“Liam where is she now” she said over the phone as he heard her yelling something to the others before stiles voice was heard over the line as he most likely took the phone from her “ Liam is she with you now?”

“She is ordering pizza” he said not really listening to what the older boy was talking about as he was going through her text “ all of her recents are to one person”

The line was quit for a few seconds before stiles voice was heard again “ you are going through her phone liam tha-”

“I’ll call you back” he said and threw the phone on the bed beside him as he starte reading the texts between her and one and the only Theo raeken.

“3rd period. Meet me in the parking lot” -Theo

“Police still blames the family on you. Don’t give them any proof, I will take care of dinner” -Theo

He felt a weight being lifted of he shoulder , cause he knew she hadn’t the blame in the murders but what did Theo have to do with this? The thought of her covering something for him almost made Liam sick to the stomach but the relief didnt last for long before he read true last text.

“Dinner served. Janitors closet 6:30”-Theo

“Curiosity killed the cat” Y/N voice made him drop the phone and turn around seeing her leaning against the door frame.

“You lied , you said you had no idea what happened to the janitor” he said standing up from the bed , the IED getting the best of him.

“Calm down wolfie , it’s not like you’ve told me everything” She smirked taking a step forward and they were almost face to face now before she dropped her gaze to the photo album. His eyes followed her seeing that her cocky smirk was gone , replaced by a smile sad smile.

He follows her eyes to the album both looking at the last picture of them “How did you find out? ”

“I’ve picked up a few things along the years” She said with a shadow of a smile sitting down on the bed picking up the album.

“so you are one of us?” He asked , his back turned on her and his voice quite.

“I can assure you I have a shit time once a month as well but that is for complete different reasons” she said with a slight chuckle but the laughter died down quickly “ Do you remember this day?”

The boy finally turned around standing in silence in a few seconds before sitting down beside her looking at the picture that had previously caught both their attentions “ We took this a week before you…left” he replied being rather careful with his choice of word “ I gave you one of those dollar necklaces and we promised we would always be there for each other and we planned out future”

“Liam-” she mumbled before being cut by him.

“That’s the girl I knew , that is my best friend” Liam continued.

“You have no right to say that” she said standing up dropping the album simultaneously “I am this way cause I needed to survive , you have no idea what it’s like when everyone blames you for everything , where your dad buried all his anger in booze and would beat the crap out of daily , when everyone blames you for the death of your mother and sister, none of you were there I tried doing something but when I came down stairs he… he I could stop hi-”

“Him?” Liam questioned standing up from the bed as she calmed down eyes wild in terror of what she said.

“I should go” she said grabbing her stuff running out before he could react.

He was right , she was innocent. Well atleast when it came to the murder of her family.

// Part 3?

  • me: I have to go to bed
  • executive function: don't go to bed
  • me: but I have to go to bed
  • executive function: there are so many things you could be doing right now
  • me: like what
  • executive function: see that computer in front of you
  • me: yeah what about it
  • executive function: you could do something with that
  • me: like what
  • executive function: something fun
  • me: there is literally nothing I want to do on the computer right now
  • executive function: yes there is there are so many things
  • me: but I need to go to bed
  • executive function: you could still be having fun on the computer tho
  • me: but I have important things in the morning
  • executive function: it's not as important as fun computer things
  • me: but I don't want to be tired and mess up my sleep schedule
  • executive function: fun computer things are the best
  • executive function: you shouted therefore I win
  • me: *stays awake until 4AM doing nothing but staring at a computer screen*

cosmic-spidey  asked:

This Sheith Spider-Man AU is so amazing!!! I love it, have you thought about the first time Keith gets pretty banged up and comes to Shiro for help? Or one of the Avengers call Shiro telling him what happened and he turns in worried boyfriend mode? Thank you again for this AU!!

Thank you! I’m pretty excited about this au tbh!! 

[Sheith Spider-Man Homecoming AU] Part 05 (1, 2, 3, 4, 6)

It was a Thursday night and Shiro had his pencil in his mouth because he was getting quite annoyed at this one problem he couldn’t quite solve. Every second passed by, his eyebrows grew closer in irritation. What on earth was he doing wrong? His eyes wandered to his phone next to his book and thought of asking Keith, but his boyfriend was still doing his night patrol.

He took out the pencil he was biting and placed it on the table. He leaned back to his chair and let out a loud sigh. 

The ringing of his phone disrupted his peace and Keith’s name flashed. Usually, Keith would just text him if he got back from patrol and Shiro would then call. So this was quite new. He instantly picked it up.


“Are you Takashi Shirogane?” A deep unfamiliar voice that definitely wasn’t Keith asked.

“Uh, yes.” He answered hesitantly, beginning to worry about his best friend. “Why do you have—”

“I’m Kolivan and I want you in the Avengers HQ right now. Thace is already on his way to pick you up. ETA 3 minutes.”

“Wait, what?” Shiro panicked as he straightened his back. “Did something—” before he could even finish his sentence, the line was cut off.

The Avengers HQ was amazing and beautiful. Shiro had never stepped inside the place and he wished he could marvel at its construction but right now he had a boyfriend to worry about. So, fanboying would have to wait.

“Can you please tell me what’s going on with Keith?” Shiro asked as he briskly walked side by side with Thace (scary man with a mean face, kinda looked like Wolverine.) 

Wolverine wannabe didn’t even bother to look at him, instead, he led them to a room. The door opened as soon as Thace scanned his fingerprint.

“In you go, kid,” Thace gestured inside the room.

“T-thank you, sir,” Shiro said as he slowly went inside the room. 

The room was big and it looked like a hospital room and at the center, tubes were connected to a boy. He felt like crying as he placed a hand to cover his mouth to prevent himself from whimpering out loud. He quickly ran to the bed where Keith was sleeping.

Keith’s face looked so beat up. Multiple contusions everywhere. There was a cut under his right eye and a broken nose. Shiro slowly cupped Keith’s face, his hands shaking in fear. His beautiful, beautiful Keith. Who could’ve have done this to him?

He continued caressing his boyfriend’s face that he surprised himself when he saw tears dropping on Keith’s face. His own tears betraying him.

He sniffed and slowly, Keith’s eyes opened.

“Don’t cry,” the younger one softly said. “If anything, I should be the one crying, not you.”

Shiro was having mixed feelings. Was he relieved? Was he happy? Was he angry? “You little shit,” he hissed. 

Keith smiled that dorky smile of his that Shiro loved so much. “That’s me.”

“If I could just pinch you right now, I would,” Shiro gritted his teeth. “What the hell did you do, Kogane?! You look like a mango that a kid beat up with his fork angrily because you’ve expired!”

Keith winced. “Thanks, I think you look great, too.”

“I don’t need your sass,” Shiro snapped and then sighed. “Please stop doing this me. Every night I worry you’re not gonna make it and now my worst fears have happened and I don’t even know—”

“Five robot sentinels at 21st street,” Keith muttered.

“What?!” Shiro’s eyes widened in both fear and shock.

“I think I did okay,” Keith defended. “I took them down and—”

Shiro leaned down to hug his boyfriend as carefully as one can with someone who had tubes connected to their body. That was the time Shiro broke down.

Keith must’ve sensed it as Shiro felt a hand wrap around his back. “You know this isn’t going to stop. This won’t be the first either.”

“I know,” Shiro sobbed. “I know that. I wish you could just stop but I know you won’t because you’re that kind of person.”


“Stubborn,” Shiro corrected. He pulled himself away from Keith and wiped his tears. The look on Keith’s face made him frown. “Is it too much to ask for a Spider-Man day off or something?”

“I could try and ask Kolivan. What else do you want for you not to worry?”

Shiro had been thinking about it for a few weeks now and he thought this would be a great chance to talk about it, “Can you please connect me to your suit, so I can be with you live when you’re doing patrol? That way I would know if you’re in deep trouble and I could help you. Plus, it’s always nice to have someone to talk to while you’re swinging around, right?”

“I think I’d love that,” Keith smiled. “My guy in the chair.”

anonymous asked:

This time a week ago I wasn't a Harry Styles fan. I had no issue with him, but I never noticed him. This week I know that I'll forever associate sweet creature with the moment I found out I'm pregnant. The details aren't pretty but I'm going to be a single mother and sweet creature stopped me from having a complete breakdown, not because I'm unhappy about it, I see it as the one good thing to come from a terrible situation, but the shock I suppose. Maybe i'll name it Harry if it's a boy :)

This genuinely made me tear up. Hello sweetest, creature. <3 I don’t think I’ve ever got such a lovely and emotional message. First of all, congratulations from the bottom of my heart for your pregnancy!!! It’s gonna be a difficult yet such a beautiful adventure, and I’m sure you’re gonna be a lovely, kind and strong mother. Your baby will be so incredibly lucky to have you!!!! 

Being a single mother will be challenging for sure, but even if you’re on your own, you’re not gonna be alone, you know? You totally got this, you and your baby are gonna be such a wonderful team!!! 

I’m so so happy that Harry’s song could help you somehow and that you found some courage in its words. I completely, 100% know how that feels like. I hope his songs will always be a sweet soundtrack to your life! <3 I wish I were on mobile so I could add all the heart emojis, but just know I’m thinking them lol Sending you all the love and positive vibes and wishing you and (maybe) little harry the best of luck!!!! If you want to, I’d absolutely love to get updates from you and know how you and your peanut are doing!!!! Love you <3 <3 <3

Summer School (Jeff Atkins X Reader)

Request: You should do a Jeff Atkins imagine where he meets the reader the summer before their freshman year he just instantly falls for her but she’s just super oblivious to it and you can do whatever you want from there :3

~*Jeff’s Pov*~
Summer school fucking sucks. It’s honestly a waste of time, besides who cares if i failed a couple classes? In my opinion its no big deal buy yet here i am bored out of my mind when i could be doing something fun.

The only thing that doesn’t absolutely suck about summer school is (Y/N). Shes amazing and im pretty sure she doesn’t notice me. We both failed Language Arts in 8th grade so we have to make it up now.


“Uhm hi”

“Is this seat taken?” She asks pointing to the seat next to me.

“Nope” i lie. I was saving that seat for my best friend Troy, we were supposed to stick together throughout summer school, but i mean he’ll understand right? She put her things down and sat at the desk.

“So (Y/N) im really surprised you have summer school, you always came off as a good student.” I say trying to start some conversation.

“I am in most classes, not to brag, but Language Arts was really kicking my ass” she said giggling

Holy shit her laugh was so cute.

“Yeah but i think thats mostly Ms. Adams fault considering she spent most of class talking about how her son and her cat get in fights” I replied to her and we both started laughing.

After a few weeks me and (Y/N) got really close and i think i fell in love with her. Everything about her was perfect. Literally everything. I really doubt she feels the same way about me but im hoping that will change soon.

It was the last day of summer school and everyone was ready to leave. (Y/N) came and sat next to me where i was waiting on my dad to pick me up.

“Ya know Jeff these weeks have been really fun with you.” She says “I honestly don’t know why we weren’t friends back in 8th grade considering we had the same class”

“Yeah but I guess thats what i get for being the quiet kid, you don’t really just make friends.” I answered smiling.

I was kind of bummed that this was the end of summer school. I didn’t even get to tell (Y/N) how i felt.

“Hey my mom is here to pick me up, but we should definitely talk more next year!” She said

Then I realized that i had all of freshman year for me and (Y/N) to get close, and i couldn’t wait.

BTS reaction: Hearing their best friend confess~
  • ~ Kim Seokjin/Jin:
  • You were almost half asleep in the morning when you kept complaining about how you'd never find anyone who liked you or that you were absolute trash.
  • Jin: You are gorgeous what's wrong with you.
  • You: You can find me in a bathroom. Either in the toilet or the trash can.
  • Jin: My god, why do you so firmly believe no one would like you? Ask someone out. You never know.
  • You: Because you're too handsome, sweet, and caring to like anyone like me. I have no chance with you that's why I don't ask.
  • Jin: So.. You like me?
  • You: Oh shit what'd I say?
  • Jin: In short: That you like me.
  • You: Well secrets out, I'm moving to Antarctica.
  • You: Why are we arguing? Just give me love already.
  • Jin: -Rolls eyes- That's what I'm trying to do, but you wanted be in Antarctica.
  • Jin: But let's go eat; My cooking so that's it's free.
  • You: I feel special.
  • Jin: You are.
  • ~ Suga/ Min Yoongi:
  • Yoongi had come over to talk about nothing. He just likes your couch to take naps but you always let him since he was your best friend and you- without being weird- liked watching his adorable face go to sleep.
  • You: I really don't know why I even like you.
  • You: But I wish I could cuddle you right now, what is this?
  • Yoongi: You could. You just needa ask.
  • You: Were you awake throughout my short shitty I love you speech??
  • Yoongi: Yeah, I don't actually fall asleep I've heard you a couple times but never wanted to believe it.
  • Yoongi: I guess now I believe it because.. You said it right in front of my face.
  • You: Give me a moment. Go back to sleep you fuckin duck.
  • Yoongi: Wow. K. I see how it is. liking you back has been canceled.
  • You: Wait no, return to the pokeball.
  • Yoongi: Now I'm a Pokemon.
  • You: You're a cute one though.
  • ~ J-Hope/Jung Hoseok:
  • You flat out told him when you had the chance which was during you guys' movie night.
  • You: Hey you.
  • Hobi: Hey you.
  • You: Hey you, I like you.
  • Hobi: I like you too.
  • You: But I mean I like you like go on dates, kiss, and call you da -cough- baby/mine.
  • Hobi:
  • You:
  • Hobi: Were you going to say daddy?
  • You: That's not important. What's important is if you like me back or not.
  • Hobi: Yes I like you back now tell me–
  • You: Gotta blast but hey a date tomorrow, here at my house? Yeah? Cool? Bye now. -Running into the door to your room-
  • You: That never happened.
  • ~ Rap Monster/Kim Namjoon:
  • You were patiently waiting for Blackpinks new music video that was coming out in three hours since you were so concentrated on the time, anything came out of your mouth.
  • Nams: BTS or Blackpink More?
  • You: both.
  • Nams: Who's your bias in BlackPink?
  • You: Lisa
  • Nams: Who is your bias in BTS?
  • You: Rap Monster.
  • Nams: Why?
  • You: Cuz I like him but he don't like me back.
  • Nams: How do you know that?
  • You: We talked about this Taehyung.
  • Nams: Not Taehyung.
  • You: -You turn to look at who you were talking to but then immediately look away with a red face-
  • You: Who's Rap Monster? Never heard of Him.
  • Nams: Ah too bad, he was thinking about asking you but now he's not too sure.
  • You: I know that guy. Tell him I'd say yes.
  • Nams: You're so cute and I don't know what to do about it. Just to take you on a date.
  • ~ Park Jimin/Chimin:
  • Jimin and you were just talking on the couch. Talking about your days, things that happened, told jokes, but you were getting tired. So now you were answering questions half asleep.
  • Jimin: Who do you like at the moment?
  • You: A guy. He's adorable, sweet, handsome and I don't know what do.
  • Jimin: I say confess.
  • You: Maybe I should but he don't like me back.
  • Jimin: What's his name?
  • You: Name starts with a J.
  • Jimin: Jungkook? or Jung Hoseok is what you mean?
  • You: You skipped the guy I like.
  • You: It's Jimin neutron.
  • Jimin: That's not me.
  • You: Yeah it is well the Jimin part is.
  • You: You like me back? Ye or yes?
  • Jimin: Not too many options. I'll pass.
  • You: I see how i-
  • Jimin: I choose both. I like you in every perspective.
  • You: You saved yourself Park Jimin.
  • ~ V/Kim Taehyung:
  • (Just dialogue)
  • You: Taehyung you can't rap.
  • Tae: I can. I know I Can.
  • You: I am the better rapper. Come at me you puppy.
  • Tae: Puppy???
  • You: I can't insult you. You're too cute to be insulted.
  • Tae: INSULT ME.
  • You: NO
  • Tae: You like me?
  • You: Do I? Did I? What'd I say?
  • Tae: That you like me.
  • You: Say it as if you were me.
  • Tae: I refuse to insult you. I LIKE YOU. emphasis on I LIKE YOU-, I can't.
  • Tae: That's what you said.
  • You:
  • Tae:
  • You: Well now you know, so.. Would you like to go on a date with me soon????
  • Tae: Aw so cute so cute. -Squishing your cheeks- of course I'll go on a date with you. I've always wanted to date someone who's an angel.
  • ~ Jeon Jungkook:
  • You were trying to find a way to confess but also embarrass him. So you bought a rose and went to where he was with all the members at the moment.
  • You: Will you, Jeon Jungkook, let me have the honor to date you. -Kneeling-
  • Members: -Snickering-
  • JK: Of all times.. -Nervously laughing and patting your head-
  • JK: Sure but just know I will get you back for this.
  • You: You can try.
  • JK: It's a war.
  • You: Hey. I'm eating you.
  • JK: What??????
  • You: -pulls out the gum called 'Extra'- very minty.
  • JK: Why did I agree to be with you??
Ask: So like is stiles dating derek???
  • Stiles: well-
  • Scott: yes and its disgusting
  • Stiles: HEY! i dealt with your scallison crap you can deal with my sterek
  • Scott: i wasn't as bad as you guys
  • Liam: the sexual tension could be cut with a knife
  • Mason: i dont know... I think it's hot
  • Stiles: if its such a big problem why not mention it before?
  • Liam: your like, my alphas best friend
  • Stiles: so?
  • Lydia: no one wants to get on your bad side
  • Stiles: well, someones getting on my bad side right now
  • Scott: dude, calm down
  • Stiles: No! If you guys have a problem with me and derek dating i should have a right to know!
  • Lydia: its not a problem stiles
  • Stiles: Then what the fuck do you all mean!?!?!
  • Malia: they want you guys to have sex so we dont have to deal with the awkwardness, even if you're dating
  • Stiles: what makes you think we haven't already had sex?
  • Everyone: *bitch face*
  • Derek: *walks in to stiles mouth gaping and face red* uh, what'd i miss?

(Mei/Mercy, around 2k words. AO3)

They were cute, Mei decided.

It wasn’t that she thought they were cute. They looked like some radial cousin of a bacteriophage, infinitesimal wagon wheels with a ring of grasping spines. She wasn’t above a deep discomfort with the idea of it; a thousand of the little constructs darting about their purpose in every milliliter of her blood.

Still, she understood. They were something on the other end of the scale from her work, and no less important. Climatology, as Angela had once told her after a few drinks, was the science of making sure we as a species get our security deposit back.

Mei had asked the question begged: “Get our deposit back after what?”

Angela had orchestrated her answer with a wave of a half-empty beer bottle. “After this, Dr. Zhou. After all of this is done.”

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Trying to explain to someone how to sale drugs when their bitch ass don’t wanna listen. You’ve been in the game 6 months. Ive been here 5 years. Listen. Or just be dumb and get jacked idc
1. Don’t front to everyone. Shit. You aint in this to make friends homie, you in this to make money. So if bob wants a front and bob is already cut off by EVERYONE I wouldn’t front to bob. Just saying, unless your just in the business of giving away free drugs, then yeah go ahead 😉
2. You aint gotta make everyone happy fuck you aint Santa clause. If they wanna complain about your prices tell their bitchasses to go get it some where else. There’s a reason they’re trying to do business with you, if they really could get it some where else for that so called low ass price then they would have did that to begin with, they never would have hit you up in the first place right?
3. Its best not to let everyone no how much Shit you got.. I no you think your cool like omg your a drug dealer now like holly Shit that’s so cool…..omg. Um no. There’s certain people that don’t need to no Shit. So if bob hits you up and bob wants a quarter o, you tell bob ok let me see what I can do. Don’t tell bob -“HELL YEAH I GOT YOU, MAN I JUST PICKED UP A BIG ASS LOAD”
No. Don’t say that stupid. Why? BC when you meet up with bob and bob tells you well I only got “this much” ill have the rest later, we already no you aint gonna see Shit later. And really bob has the full amount but bob knows you got a “BIG ASS LOAD” so bob is like fuck that hes trying to come up to, you got plenty, shorting you 100 should be no big deal. No fuck bob. That’s why you don’t let bob no Shit. When Yall meet up you tell bob this aint your Shit, you gotta pay someone else for it, and you gotta have the full amount.
4. Drugs will sale. Everyone needs drugs ok. This aint no race to see how fast you can get rid of it all, cause you want your plug to think your about business. No. He don’t care. All he cares about is his money. Hes probably already forgot he even sold you Shit. So slow your roll homie. You aint gotta sale to everyone. If 7 people hit you up and they all needing some at the same time, that don’t mean tell all 7 of them niggas to come to your house at the same time. Your not on their time. Their on yours. If they wanna get frustrated and go somewhere else cause your telling them to wait. LET THEM. Fuck. Its not like there’s a shortage of people trying to buy drugs. Or be dumb. Let all 7 of them come at the same time. Cause look check this Shit out. All 7 of them might not even no each other but watch as they work together to distract yo ass. So you will fuck up. Your gonna have one fool sketchin threw your Shit. Ones gonna be coming in and out the house. Ones gonna be tripping looking out the window and Shit thinking cops are watching trying to trip you out. Ones not gonna shut the fuck up with some pointless ass story hes trying to tell you that aint makin no kinda sense, at the same time this other fool is gonna be talking to you about how he wanted a half a g but really he wanted a teenier but if you could do a 8ball cause he HAD $100 and he will pay you the rest later cause hes got $30 now and your just like ok. So then when all them fools leave you got no drugs, and $15 dollars.

Anyway basically the point is DON’T TRUST EVERYONE..TRUST NO ONE Especially bob. Don’t trust bob. Live by that motto and you will succeed.

For @jercmevaleska who made the v good point that Jack Whitehall’s story about having to hide a girl under his covers would make a great Jily au so!!!! Here we go!!!!!

Lily swears blind that when she apparated out of her house last night and snuck into James’s Fuck Off Massive mansion through his bedroom window, she’d only wanted to talk to him. Except she’d shaved her legs before she left so maybe that’s not entirely true, but whatever, she doesn’t overthink it. This, now, is nice. She woke up with her legs entangled with James’s, swamped in one of his t-shirts, with her face tucked into his chest, and it all felt disconcertingly good considering that they’re just meant to be mates. Mates who snog sometimesJames sleeps like its a competitive sport, because of course he does, fidgeting and twisting, limbs stretched like he’s trying to cover as much surface area as possible, half in and half out of the covers to maintain the perfect body temperature, probably, the arsehole. Lily got at least three elbows to the face during the night, and possibly one knee, though she isn’t sure how he managed that. He seems to have settled down a little now, though. Its 7am, which is weird, because Lily is awake and as a rule she doesn’t wake up before 11 unless is absolutely necessary, but she’s kind of glad she did.

She props herself up on one elbow and brushes some hair off of James’s face, just because she can. There’s pale sunlight filtering through the windows and its lighting up dust motes and softening the angles of James’s face. Its odd, seeing him without his glasses on, makes him look younger, somehow. 


If she hadn’t already been a complete and utter goner before, she certainly was now. Before she can worry about this too much, James seems to sense her presence or something, because his eyes flutter a little and Lily quickly lies back down so she doesn’t look like a creep. He slowly sits up, and glances down at her, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand. To his credit, the grin he gives her is a little smug, but it hasn’t quite reached shit-eating levels. 

‘Morning, Lils.’

‘Morning, James.’

James lies back down, and for a second they just watch each other across the stretch of pillow. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but is abruptly cut off by a yell of ‘James, have you seen this?’ There’s a rattle at the door, and before Lily can register whats going on, James’s eyes are widening and a hand is on her head, pushing her down beneath the covers. 

James-’ she hisses, but he just shushes her urgently and yanks the covers up further. 

‘The bloody Ministry, Archibald Cattermole of all people, Head Auror! At a time like this! They’re off their rockers, the lot of them-’ Lily had met Fleamont a few times, liked him a lot, but Jesus Christ did the man really have to barge into his son’s room at the crack of dawn to discuss politics? She hears the shuffle of a newspaper, and then ‘Archibald Cattermole, James! Are you listening?’

‘Yeah, dad, what a joke. The bloke’s probably never gone on the offensive in a game of chess.’

‘Exactly my point, James, what chance is he going to have against the Death Eaters-’ 

‘We need someone with some guts-’ 

Lily sighs, and rolls her eyes, settling down a bit. If she’s going to be here whilst James and his Dad try to discuss the entire Wizarding World out of the biggest crisis it’s seen in a thousand years, she may as well get comfy. That doesn’t mean she has to be happy about it, though, so she gives James a good pinch behind the knee for good measure, grinning when he attempts to kick her but just ends up knocking a pillow off the bed. 

‘Everything all right, James?’ asks his father. James chokes. 

‘Oh- of course- all fine and dandy here-’ 

‘James, sweetie,’ Lily recognises the voice of James’s mother, ‘Do you want some tea?’ 

Lily assumes James doesn’t get much say in the matter of whether or not he’s having tea, because she hears footsteps cross the room, and then James is reaching up to accept the mug.

‘Tah, mum, I was- ah, just about to get dressed, actually. Would you mind-’ But he’s cut off by his father who has begun reading a statement from the Minister.

‘’I believe I speak on behalf of the entire Ministry in saying that-’ Oh, Sirius! Come here, you’ll be interested in this- ‘in saying that we have chosen the most competent-’ -ha!- ‘and adept man for the job-’’ 

Lily groans inwardly, wondering if it’s a normal occurrence for the entire Potter household to converge in James’s bedroom at 7 in the morning for an incredibly sarcastic reading of the Prophet. She hears more footsteps as who she presumes to be Sirius enters the room.

‘Morning, Potters. All right there, James? You’re looking a bit constipated this morning, mate. Oh, thanks Mrs Potter-’ Lily thinks that she’d quite like a cup of tea right now, and maybe she’d have gotten some if James hadn’t forced her into hiding. Part of her wants to pop up from beneath the covers, hoping they’d all do the proper English thing: pretend like nothing was out of the ordinary and offer her a cup of tea. She can’t sell James out for a cuppa, though, and the implications of emerging from beneath the covers half way down the bed probably aren’t the best, so she settles for running a hand up James’s thigh just to watch him squirm. 

‘’-And we’ll continue to do everything in our power to protect our way of life from the people who seek to destroy it.’ Well, I have never read such a load of codswallop in my life.’ 

There’s a general hum of agreement.

‘Voldemort’ll have the Ministry under his thumb by the end of the month, you just watch.’ adds Euphemia. 

That’s why I bet Dumbledore must be planning something,’ says Sirius, ‘He must know the Ministry’s useless- and he’s not the type to sit back and let them fuck everything up for the rest of us-’

‘Language, Sirius.’ chides Euphemia, but she doesn’t sound particularly bothered. ‘Though you’re right, of course.’

‘More flawed than people think, I reckon, old Dumbledore,’ says Fleamont, ‘But he’s the best chance we’ve got. That’s for sure. What do you reckon, James, you’re being uncharacteristically quiet on the subject?’

‘What? Oh, Dumbledore? Brilliant man, he is. Completely bonkers, of course, but if anyone’s got a chance against Voldemort, its him. Bloody shame he wont take on the role of Minister, if you ask me. The Ministry could really do with somebody with his brains running things. Anyway, I really do want to get ready, now-’ 

It carries on like this for what feels like an hour, but in reality is closer to about fifteen minutes. James keeps trying to make half-hearted excuses to kick the lot of them out, but he’s thwarted at every turn by his father remembering something else to be outraged about. When they’ve finally left, James yanks back the covers and peers down at Lily sheepishly. She’s lying on her stomach, staring daggers at him. 

‘Is your family insane?’ she asks, sitting up and shifting over to sit besides him stroppily. ‘Its 7:15 in the morning! What do you discuss at dinner? How to end world hunger? Throw about some ideas for curing bloody cancer?’

‘Look, I’m sorry, my parents are just a bit passionate, and I didn’t want the first time you met them to be like that!’ 

Lily rolls her eyes. 

‘James, I’ve met your parents like, five times.

‘I know but- the first time you met them as- you know-’

Lily makes a confused face. 

‘As what?’

‘Like- well- my girlfriend.’

Lily scoffs. ‘We have sex like, once- maybe four times, and suddenly I’m your girlfriend?’ 

James shrugs. 

‘Well- I mean, not if you don’t want to be, but come on, Lils. You basically are. We snog quite a lot, and neither of us have snogged anyone else in like, months. We go on dates. The other week we bought Peter a joint birthday present for Merlin’s sake.’ 

Lily stares at him. She feels her mouth hanging open and promptly closes it. Then she takes a few steps forward and kisses him on the mouth. 

‘Does- does that mean we’re a thing?’ James asks after a few seconds of this. Lily shrugs. 

‘I don’t know. Still considering it. Will it mean next time I stay over I wont have to face near suffocation and your mother will offer me a cup of tea?’ 


She kisses him again. 

‘Well, that improves your chances.’ 

anonymous asked:

do u have any tips on posing and color theory and general drawing for a starting artist :0c

mm my only general tip is to study a lot :o!

this is my personal favorite video on color theory, it covers a lot of cool things, there’re lots of videos thatre similar too

do some life drawings if you can, still lifes, anything referencing what you’re going for (my other personal fav site), just to get the feel of how posing works though figure drawing sites arent the best for natural looking poses hahah (in that case you can also look at pose stocks like these)

mm you could also look at art you like and try to replicate it but do mind that a lot of artists wouldnt appreciate it and you should ask for permission first, and when in doubt always give credit, its for the best

(its kinda like what im doin in college now i guess, yknow, master studies to get the feel of techniques and colors down but do be cautious when referencing othr artists)

(img on right)

and mm i think thats the gist of it! or at least wht i usually tell people? just study n look up tutorials and references and speedpaints n dont be afraid to ask questions n experiment a lot w diff styles n mediums n techniques, the one thing im tellin u not to do is directly copy without permission/credit and dont trace things :u

unfortunately arts a lotta studying, im still learning, youre learning, its hard learning but its fun fr the most part n i wish you goodluck :o!!

anonymous asked:

I love your Chancellor Jinn fics. Could you write the public finding out about Qui/Obi but being surprisingly supportive? Maybe it messes with Palpatine's plans somehow.

He’s a bloody mess, his hair is disheveled and he’s limping and the last time Qui-Gon saw him, he was falling of the landing platform but he’s alive, supported by his padawan but alive and that’s all that matters as the Chancellor jerks from the security and medical squad, the graze on his arm long since treated.

The Chancellor has only one thought in mind now. His love is alive.

“Chancellor Jinn, are you al-”

Qui-Gon cups the others face in his hands. “You utter reckless fool.” He whispered harshly before pulling him into a kiss, hands trembling on the others face as he felt Obi-Wan stiffen from surprise before melting into the kiss with a quiet whimper.

There were reasons for not doing this, especially not in public with reporters taking pictures but for the life of him, Qui-Gon couldn’t remember the reason as he felt Obi-Wan pulse and heart beat.

There was a clearing of the throat and Qui-Gon pulled back to look at Anakin, the boy staring at them worriedly before glancing around. “That was…not wise…and master needs medical attention.” The blond said awkwardly.

Obi-Wan blinked several times, his face still caught in Qui-Gon’s hands before he paled several shades as reality set in, eyes flickering to the security entourage, the medical team and the team of paparazzi who had arrived like vultures the moment news of the fifth assassination attempt this year on the Chancellor had reached them.

“Oh Force.” He rasped out.

It would be all over the Republic by the hour.

He paled another shade.

“Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon whispered, regret filling him at his hasty action. Three years of hiding and sneaking around… all for a hasty moment that could ruin them both.

The Jedi swallowed heavily and looked at him, eyes wide. “Everyone is going to know…”

“…Then let them know. I don’t regret you.” Qui-Gon said firmly before taking the Jedi by the upper arm and pulling him over to the medical team. “Now you’re injured, let them look to them. Padawan Skywalker, are you injured?” He turned to him as the medic obediently took care of the Jedi Knight.

“Only bruises Chancellor sir.” Anakin glanced worriedly at his too pale master and then back up at the Chancellor.

One action throwing three lives into uncertainty with the ability to snowball so much further then anyone could expect.

Qui-Gon swallowed even as he kept his face as blank as he could.

And then he quietly sat down beside Obi-Wan, taking his uninjured hand in his to press a soft kiss to the knuckles. “I don’t regret you.” He whispered. “Regardless what my careless actions makes happen today…I don’t regret you.” Qui-Gon affirmed for the others sake.

Obi-Wan looked away from where the medic was cleaning to look at Qui-Gon, staring at him for a long moment before he lifted the large hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the back. “And I will never regret you Qui-Gon Jinn.” He smiled softly and laced their fingers together, clinging to the hand that had given him comfort for so long.


“…The Jedi Council is summoning me.” Obi-Wan whispered, staring at his bandaged hands as he sat on the Chancellor’s couch in the office, Anakin pressed against his uninjured side. “I…I need to answer the summoning.” He got out, throat tight.

Qui-Gon paused where he was pouring himself whiskey at his refreshment cabinet and set the bottle down, moving to his lover instead to kneel down and take his hands. “Do you want me to go with you?”

That got a breathless laugh out of Obi-Wan. “Force do I but it wouldn’t be a wise thing.” The paper crane seemed to hang heavily around Obi-Wan’s neck.

“Its already been exposed. What’s another point of evidence now Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon stroked the knuckles.

“It may be best to not flaunt our relationship in the Council’s face Qui-Gon.” Obi-Wan sighed and pulled on the other until he could wrap his arms around him, Qui-Gon quick to bury his face in the pale neck of his Jedi. “And right now I need their leniency.” He murmured and Qui-Gon understood the unspoken thing that had lingered between them for years.


Obi-Wan had responsibilities he wouldn’t just abandon.

“Whatever happens, whatever they say or do…know I love you Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon whispered.

“And I love you Qui-Gon.” Obi-Wan squeezed the others to him tightly, a little desperately, wondering if this was his last moment with the Chancellor.

He then stood, stepping away from the man and holding his hand out to Anakin. “Alright then, time to face the music.” He smiled shakily.

Watching the man he loved, Qui-Gon moved to his chair and pulled his cape off it. “Wait, your robe was ruined and its cold Obi-Wan.” He moved to him, draping the cape around the other man, closing the clasp before looking into the others eyes. There were so many things he wanted to say, so many things he needed to say but for both their sake he didn’t if this was the last goodbye before Obi-Wan was shipped away somewhere far into the galaxy by the Jedi Order to separate them.

Anakin clung to his master’s hand, watching the two before Obi-Wan gave a tired sigh and nodded. “Back to the temple Anakin…”

Once both are gone Qui-Gon can’t help but collapse into his chair at his desk, feeling bereft as he stares at the polished wood. His heart just went out t

he door and he’s not sure its coming back and he only has himself to blame.


Their disappointment feels like swallowing burning ashes yet Obi-Wan can’t bring himself to look away, can’t bring himself to renounce what he had with Qui-Gon, can’t find any ounce of shame for loving the man. How can something that feels so right and wonderful and pure be wrong in any galaxy?

So he meets their eyes as he explains that yes, he’s been the Chancellor’s lover for the past three years, yes, he was the one to give the much speculated on marigold that often decorated Qui-Gon’s hair and yes, Qui-Gon had given him the paper crane around his neck.

The council seems torn between the sheer audacity of Obi-Wan going at it with the Chancellor, though they had suspected it without any proof and disbelief that he would risk his padawan like so.

“If you would punish me for love, for compassion, then do so. But my padawan has done no wrong as he has only ever followed my order. I request that any punishment you find suitable will not be inflicted on him unless you intend to remove me as his master.” Obi-Wan swallowed.

When did he turn so selfish?

He was willing to give Anakin, fragile in his training as he was, over to someone else.

All for Qui-Gon.

Qui-Gon’s cape was around him, smelled of him. Qui-Gon who would stroke his hair away and tease his freckles. Qui-Gon who had tense back muscles and needed a massage to keep the knots and stress at ease, Qui-Gon who preferred dark red tea and tarter treats then Obi-Wan.

‘…They can’t take that away from me. I don’t need to be a Jedi to do good. I don’t need to be a Jedi to be a peace keeper… but it would rip my heart in shards if I let go of Qui-Gon.’

Every tense line in Obi-Wan’s body eased at that realization.

‘I will not be an empty shell floating through the galaxy.’

The realization is a revelation and a benediction all at once. He knows what he’s doing now and he bows, feeling the rich fabric around him as he does of Qui-Gon’s cloak as he is dismissed so the council can debate on further action.

His walk to his quarters is barely worth a note, whispers following him.

Everyone knows.

But no one stops him.

What does stop him however is Anakin watching the viewscreen, the scene from the landing platform playing. Him and Anakin coming limping into view, Qui-Gon’s face, the sheer desperation and relief playing over the Chancellor’s face as he marches towards Obi-Wan with the medic who had been bandaging him desperately trying to reach for the man.

And then they’re kissing.

Familiar and desperate and Obi-Wan remembers the taste of blood on his lips as Qui-Gon had managed to split his lip a bit.

“And in a massive show of compassion, the public has thrown its support to the Chancellor’s love affair with Jedi Knight Kenobi, more on this later.”

‘Wait…what?’ Obi-Wan blinked, hand coming up to close around the pedant hanging at the hollow of his throat.

eva’s been contemplating for days now, when she lies in bed at night because she’s free and has not much else to do, and its an early night.

she’s a touch away from hearing her voice. but something always comes in the way: cowardice, fear, anxiety, uncertainty, intrusion.

but she’s always left feeling restless when she puts her phone on her side table and turns to face the other side so that she doesn’t get tempted to phone sana.

she’s left feeling restless because, she knows, she wants to ring sana. she needs to ring sana. she needs to hear sana, speak to sana, alone with sana.

because she knows for sure now, after days of silently observing, that something’s not right with sana.

the signs all feel too familiar, when she sees them flash from sana. they remind her of a time not too long ago in her life, when she was a caricature, a prototype, of sana.

and eva knows how dangerous that place can be. a neverending black hole, pain upon pain upon pain.

but not today. today, eva isn’t going to put her phone on the side table out of cowardice and turn to lie down and face the other way.

she can’t let sana feel alone. she can’t keep doing this to sana, when she knows how barren that place can feel like. she can’t keep fearing slipping on ice because sana isn’t ready, or because sana might push her away.

sana needs to know she has someone there.

so, she does it. eva presses the green ringer.

and she’s greeted by a short but heavy, saddnened, tired, weak “hey, eva.”

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Birthday/Holiday Starter Sentences
  • Could be used for other holidays or parties, just switch out the 'birthday' mentions with said holiday!:
  • "Happy Birthday!"
  • "Surprise!"
  • "This calls for a celebration!"
  • "Today is your day, enjoy it."
  • "Just another year closer to death."
  • "You're getting old!"
  • "No matter how many of these you have, you're still gonna be a baby to me."
  • "We/I invited everyone!"
  • "No no no, you are not going into work, not today!"
  • "Come on, I have something special planned for us today."
  • "Come on, you have got to let me put frosting on your nose, it's tradition."
  • "Whoa, there's cake all over you--let's get you cleaned up!"
  • "I got you a present."
  • "You got me a present?"
  • "It's a surprise, you have to close your eyes!"
  • "Are you legal now?"
  • "Here, a drink to the big [age here]!"
  • "You're going to have a night you'll never forget!"
  • "It's nothing, really."
  • "Do you like it?"
  • "I could get you something else if you don't like it."
  • "So what do you want me to get you for your birthday?"
  • "This is the best birthday ever."
  • "This is the worst birthday ever."
  • "It can't be worse than last years, right?"
  • "So how old are you now?"
  • "We're definitely going to have to celebrate in private later."

beautifulcrusade21  asked:

If you are still taking requests for the drabble can I get a Baekhyun #15, smut?????? Thanks if you can do it. Oh and Happy Birthday, girl! Hope it's a fun day for you.! 🙌👍🎉

15. “Tag, you’re it!” + Baekhyun + Smut

You glanced left and right, wondering where your rascal of a boyfriend could be. It hadn’t been the best idea to let him go out for drinks with his friends without going to supervise, because they wouldn’t stop him from drinking too much. Now, thanks to Exo, you had a drunk Baekhyun hiding in your house, doing lord knows what.

You heard Baekhyun’s obnoxious giggles from down the hallway, and decided to follow them.

“Baekhyun,” you called, checking the guest room and the bathroom, “Baek, where the hell are you?!”

“BOO!” You heard from behind you, before you were plummeting to the floor, your boyfriend on top of you. He laughed, squirming on top of you.

“Baek- What the hell- Get off!” you said, annoyed.

“No,” he said childishly, before poking your nose. He burst into giggles again. “Tag, you’re it!

He sprung to his feet, running down the hallway to your shared bedroom.

“Baekhyunnnn,” you sighed, before chasing after him. “Get over here!”

“No! You’ll tag me!” He yelped, ducking behind the other side of the bed.

You groaned, but slowly tiptoed up to him. He had cornered himself, pressing himself against the wall and peeking over the bed to see where you were.

“Huh? Y/N…where did she go?” He hummed, not seeing you.

“Ha!” You shouted, leaping onto him. “You’re it now, you brat!”

He shrieked, before whining. “That’s not fairrr!”

“Sure it is.” You said, dusting your hands off. “Now, get into bed. You need to sleep.”

“No.” He pouted, before grinning at you. He stood up beside you, before pushing you onto the bed, landing on top of you again.

“You may have won at tag,” he said, “but I know another game we can play.”

He buried his face in your neck, his tongue lapping softly at your flesh. You let out an involuntary moan, feeling his hands grip your hips.

“B-Baekhyun,” you mumbled, “you need to sleep. You’ve got stuff to do tomorrow.”

“I know,” he growled, “but right now, all I wanna do is you.”

He rolled his hips against yours, smirking when you halfheartedly lifted yours to meet his.

“Seems like you wanna do me too,” he slurred, before connecting lips with you, his tongue attacking yours. His mouth tasted subtly of alcohol, and you weren’t sure if you were getting tipsy on the leftover taste in his mouth or on him alone.

“Baby,” he groaned, “how about you strip and we get down to business?”

You rolled your eyes, but complied, slipping your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra. He whimpered, shoving himself between your legs so he could get a closer look.

“I’m gonna love you all night, jagiyah,” he said admiringly.

You chuckled. He would definitely regret that decision, and drinking so much, in the morning.

Thank youuu! I did have a pretty good day that day. I hope you’re doing well and that you liked this drabble! 💖


Sooooo this is not from the next chapter, but from a future chapter… I don’t know when I am going to get a chance to write this again, but I thought that this would be more interesting to read, so you kind of have an idea of where I was going with some things.

Meet Gellert.

The air of the Great Hall was practically vibrating with excitement. The Heads of Houses had ushered their students back inside while Dippet spoke with the other Headmasters, telling them all to sit and wait. The tables had all been significantly lengthened.

“Leave a decent space at the end, here!” McGonagall called to the Gryffindors, gesturing at the side closest to where the staff sat. Throughout the Hall, Harry could see that the other Heads were doing the same with their students. “We want to make sure our guests have plenty of space to sit wherever they like. And I swear on Merlin’s grave, if a there is a single word—a single word!—spoken out of turn from Gryffindor house, I will not hesitate to dish out detentions! I want Gryffindor on its best behavior!”

She looked pointedly at Harry for a moment before glaring at Fred and George.

“What?” Fred balked. “We never speak out of turn, Professor.”

“You are speaking out of turn right now, Mr. Weasley!” she snapped. George opened his mouth to say something else, but McGonagall silenced him with such a venomous look that even Harry felt threatened. He and Fred looked down, seemingly docile and complacent.

“That’s better,” she said. “Your best behavior!” she then reiterated. Once her students all bobbed their heads in unison, murmuring ‘yes ma’am’, she nodded curtly and went to take her seat at the staff table. The other teachers did as well, and the Hall fell silent.

Everyone stared at the front of the Hall with anxious expectation, waiting for the new students to enter. It was probably the quietest the Great Hall of Hogwarts had ever been.

Finally, the doors swung open.

First entered Dippet, looking merry and smiling brightly, and walking next to him was the largest woman that Harry had ever seen, dressed in fine, shimmering robes. He barely suppressed a gasp, stopping himself only because he could feel McGonagall’s patronizing eyes on them like a hawk.

Dippet cleared his throat. “May I introduce the Headmistress of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, Madame Maxime!”

The giant woman inclined her head, and the Hall clapped politely, despite the obvious state of shock most of them were in. She was massive! “And now, the students of Beauxbatons!”

Everyone shifted in their seats to get a better look. About a dozen young witches and wizards entered, wearing uniforms in light blue that looked to be made of silk. They walked proudly in two lines, moving in a haughty manner than almost looked rehearsed, as though they had practiced being unapproachable and detached—but not all of them. While most of the students had their shoulders squared and their chins raised, a few were obviously nervous or distracted. One gangly, ginger boy in the back was staring at the enchanted ceiling in awe, so blatantly impressed that he took his glasses off to wipe them clean on his robes so that he could see it better.

“Have a seat wherever you would like,” Dippet said, motioning towards the front of the tables. The group moved as one, exchanging glances and murmuring to each other. Obviously, they were going to stick together.

They passed the Slytherin table, and Harry could easily understand why—the Slytherins were all staring with cold, judgemental looks; a palpable hostility in their demeanors.

The Ravenclaws were also rather imposing, though their body language was less resentful and more curious than anything. The Beauxbaton students seemed to consider them, but then passed by this table, too.

Their attention flickered from the Hufflepuff table—the students of which smiled warmly and waved in a welcoming manner—to the Gryffindors. Their expressions became quickly alarmed when they looked at the table decorated in red, and it took Harry a moment to understand why that was the case. Nearly every Gryffindor had leaned forward, practically jumping up when the Beauxbatons students looked their way. They must have appeared far too eager, like a bunch of lions about to pounce.  

It was no wonder, then, when after about a two second deliberation in which they all whispered amongst themselves, the students from Beauxbatons sat at the Hufflepuff table. Harry couldn’t blame them. The Hufflepuffs did, by far, look the friendliest. Harry spotted Cedric Diggory and his fellow seventh years quietly greeting their guests, shaking hands and grinning.

Dippet cleared his throat, and everyone’s attention returned to him. Madame Maxine had gone to sit in a chair that was clearly meant for her next to Hagrid—who was staring at the Headmistress like she might be a mirage—and now a new person stood at Dippet’s side.

He was a thin wizard with a black goatee, and Harry could instantly tell that he was proud, harsh man. He did not smile when Dippet introduced him, only looked at the mass of students like he found them distasteful. He reminded Harry a bit of Snape. “This is the Headmaster of Durmstrang Institute, Igar Karkaroff!”

A respectful round of applause. Karkaroff looked blasé. Dippet didn’t seem to notice, though, and clapped Karkaroff on the shoulder like they were good, old friends. “Everyone welcome the students of Durmstrang!”

They could not have looked more different than the students from Beauxbatons.

While the witches and wizards from France wore uniforms that were light, both in color and fabric, the Durmstrang students wore thick, heavy cloaks that were all black and red. There were less of them, too, maybe eight all together… and, strangely enough, they were all wizards.

The biggest difference, however, was how the way in which they entered. Unlike the Beauxbatons students, in which no single witch or wizard stuck out very much, this group had one student who instantly drew the eye.

He was tall, blonde, and devastatingly handsome.

He stood in the center of the lot, and as they walked into the Hall, the others almost appeared to be flanking him on either side. The students all wore heavy capes, but he wore one with a tall collar made of black velvet. They all wore boots, but this young wizard wore boots that went up to his knees, covered in silver buckles with thick, black heels that probably made him stand an inch taller than he already did. His ears were covered in silver piercings, his hair was artfully disheveled—not messy in the sense that Harry’s was, as though a rooster had permanently tried to make its home there—but in an effortless, purposeful way.

And his eyes—his eyes were a piercing blue, made even more striking by the fact that they were lined with something dark and smoky, like charcoal.

He was smiling. It wasn’t friendly.

A few of the other boys from Durmstrang were clearly trying to emulate this look—a few had a number of piercings and tousled hair; a couple wore tall-ish boots or raised collars—but none did it as grandly as the blonde in the center, and none of them looked so regal.

It was obvious that this wizard was the leader. The rest of the boys walked a few paces behind him, and occasionally cast him speculative looks, like they were waiting to see what he may do.

The blonde kept his eyes forward. Dippet didn’t have to instruct them to find a place to sit, as he led the group towards the front of the hall without hesitation.

“Whoa,” Ron murmured under his breath, and Harry could tell that he was not the only one staring with raised brows. Even Hermione looked awestruck.

The Durmstrang students hovered for a moment at the Slytherin table. There was no discussion happening between them like there had been with those from Beauxbatons; evidently, the decision lied solely with their imposing leader.

The blonde looked at the Slytherins not as though he found their cold front intimidating, but amusing. His smoky eyes gleamed. Harry strained his neck to look, but from where he was seated, he couldn’t tell who the Durmstrang boy was looking at.

He wondered if it was Riddle.

They moved past the Slytherins.

There was a moment of deliberation as the blonde’s eyes flashed from the inquisitive Ravenclaws to the enthusiastic Gryffindors. When they landed on the scarlet table, his smile widened.

It was settled. The Durmstrang boy led his throng of fellow students towards the Gryffindors, where Harry could see the upper classmen—most enthusiastically, Fred and George—grinning victoriously to have acquired the Scandinavian students. They took a seat, and were instantly greeted with vigor.

The boy with the blonde hair and many piercings glanced quickly down the table, and Harry caught his eye for the briefest of moments. Harry wondered if it was just him, or if everyone who made eye contact with this boy went breathless for a second.

If Tom Riddle carried himself like a prince, Harry thought, with his fake, charming smiles and graceful movements, then this wizard, whoever he was, carried himself like a king.

TITLE:  By The Light Of The Moon


AUTHOR: unfortunatemiss

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine finding out you’re pregnant when you and Loki aren’t speaking to each other, after constant fighting in your relationship caused you two to silently break up. You ponder if you should tell him, because you figure out that he might have moved on with his life. You decide not to tell him, but it all hits the fan when he sees you at you 4 month check up as he tries to get special herbs from Eir.


NOTES/WARNINGS: This is my first fanfiction. I apologize for any typos. I’ve been out of writing for a while. Current chapter is only PG 13, but later chapters may become rated M. Chapter 4 soon to come!

After the visit with Eir, Loki followed Mia back to the place she had been living. Luckily her roommate wasn’t home yet. She set the bottles down on the small table and turned to look at him. He was looking around the small house, scrunching his nose as he did. “You live here? Is it safe?” Okay, so maybe the house wasn’t the nicest but it was all she could afford while working at one of the taverns in the area. “Look, I know it’s not the best but it’s all I can afford right now. So it’ll do.”

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