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By Way of Spontaneity (Part 1)

Summary: On a whim, Bucky declares you to be his girlfriend to his grandma and mother. They’re eager to meet you and he asks you to pretend to be with him for just one dinner with his family. But is that really all?

Word Count: 680

Warnings: None.

A/N: This is sheer K-Drama content lol. So it’s gonna be fluffy and full of craziness. I hope you all like it!

Originally posted by seabasschino


Kicking his shoes off, Bucky plops down on the couch, swinging his feet until his legs are off the floor and he crosses them. Taking a deep breath, he stretches enough to pull his phone out of his pocket and unlocks it, perusing through his various social media apps. He’s scrolling through the wedding pictures of a former high school classmate of his when he hears a sharp whistle.

His grandmother’s stern face is what he sees as his head snaps towards the sound. She’s got her lips pursed in a tight line and her brow furrowed. Bucky smiles. “Hey, nana. You look beautiful today.”

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Lucidity | M

“Do I really deserve to be alone even though I want to be by your side?”

Précis:In which you’re best friends and one night accidentally brings you closer together.

Note: I was beyond anxious when this disappeared multiple times, but now that it’s here, I can breathe. | ft. slight Park Jimin (’:

Genre & Warnings: Angst & a splash of fluff. Light smut and mentions of alcohol. | Words ➳ 10.8k


The music reverberated throughout the large home, blasting and threatening to pierce his skin and seep into his veins. People were dancing, yelling along with the music and having the time of their lives; wanting nothing more than to get wasted and to just forget. Others who had the mind to think, just stood back while drinking small sips from their cups—examining the humans who were begging to drown deeper into their drunkenness, to swim to the shore to survive the night or to just fall deep into the waters; giving up and letting their subconscious mind take over. The house was surely trembling from the commotion within, wanting nothing more than to relieve it from the atrocious tension, to feel blissful like it once had and not all clogged up from the poison that was slowly building up.

Amidst the many partygoers under the twinkling lights scattered on the ceiling and the loud obnoxious immature chatter amongst many groups, Jungkook stood in front of the home bar, pointing to a bottle while the man on the other side happily grabbed it and handed it to him. Jungkook took a plastic cup from a stack and bit the lid off the bottle, fizz quickly slipping out while he poured it’s contents into his cup. He had no idea what was slowly taking over his body. He had no idea how he got to the party, or even why he came; but what he did know was this.

He wanted to see you.

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Stereotypical (8) conclusion

Bucky Barnes x reader AU (short series)

Notes: swearing, flirting, smut, fluff, Bucky is a hopeless romantic.

A/N: this is the end guys! Hope you enjoyed it! :) xxxx

“Clint, you better be nice” you check your make-up in the mirror one last time before straightening imaginary wrinkles in your dress.

You’re not dressed overly chic, it’s a casual night after all. Just dinner at your place, something you cooked up yourself. Nothing complicated, honestly. Something that can’t really go wrong.

Still, you’re nervous. Clint has been clear about how he feels about the entire situation; he doesn’t trust Bucky.

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lifeasbritney  asked:

Funny how 2x06 was the first straight "I love you/I love you too" scene. They are such a show more than tell couple

Exactly. It didn’t really occur to me either how rarely they say it until I was looking through transcripts to find all those moments. They show their love for one another through so many different ways, that – funny enough – a ‘I love you’ is never really missing. 

There is this moment in the fourth book, Drums of Autumn, that touches upon this subject. I couldn’t help but think of it, so I’m posting it right here (don’t worry, it’s spoilerfreeish): 

“Jamie,” I said hesitantly. “Do you believe I love you?

He turned his head and looked down at me for a long moment before replying. The moon shone on his face, picking out his features as though they had been chiseled in marble.

“Well, if ye don’t, Sassenach,” he said at last, “ye’ve picked a verra poor time to tell me so.”

I let out my breath in the ghost of a laugh.

“No, it’s not that,” I assured him. “But—” My throat tightened, and I swallowed hastily, needing to get the words out.

“I—I don’t say it often. Perhaps it’s only that I wasn’t raised to say such things; I lived with my uncle, and he was affectionate, but not—well, I didn’t know how married people—”

He put his hand lightly over my mouth, a faint smile touching his lips. After a moment, he took it away.

I took a deep breath, steadying my voice.

Look, what I mean to say is—if I don’t say it, how do you know I love you?

He stood still, looking at me, then nodded in acknowledgment.

I know because ye’re here, Sassenach,” he said quietly…

….

“It’s cold, Sassenach. Come inside.” He turned toward the house, but laid my hand on his shoulder to stop him again.

“Jamie?”

“Aye?”

Should I—would you—do you need me to say it?

He turned around and looked down at me. With the light behind him, he was haloed in moonlight, but his features were once more dark.

“I dinna need it, no.” His voice was soft. “But I wouldna mind if ye wanted to say it. Now and again. Not too often, mind; I wouldna want to lose the novelty of it.” I could hear the smile in his voice, and couldn’t help smiling in return, whether he could see it or not.

“Once in a while wouldn’t hurt, though?”

“No.”

I stepped close to him and put my hands on his shoulders.

“I love you.”

He looked down at me for a long moment.

“I’m glad of it, Claire,” he said quietly, and touched my face. “Verra glad. Come to bed now; I’ll warm ye.”

Noona || Jeon Jungkook (PT. 2)

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Word Count: 2.0k

Genre: Fluff/Angst


You had been running around for hours and hours, looking for the boy who you had called. Jungkook had worried you, and you weren’t sure where he had gone. He hadn’t given you any clues, or any kind of sign that he wanted to even be near you right now.

The only thing you knew was that you needed to find him as soon as possible.

It was clear that whatever had upset him had been because of you. It was because of you that he had run away, and now it was your responsibility to fix it. The rain hadn’t let up at all during this time, making sure that you were completely soaked from head to toe and you were confident that you were going to be sick after this.

As the day had begun, you had thrown on jeans and a crop top, thinking that you would only be out shopping for a couple of hours. You hadn’t expected to run around in the rain, looking for a boy you couldn’t bare to lose. The idea of you being the reason he was upset hurt more than anything.

The only thing you ever wanted when you were with Jungkook, was to see him smile. You loved the moments when he was with you, and the moments that he would follow you around. Jungkook was adorable to you, and there was no way to deny the fact that you had fallen completely head over heels for him. That was why you had to fix this now.

It was your phone ringing that snapped you out of your thoughts about Jungkook and brought you back to the real world. As you came back to your senses, you looked at the buildings around you and realized you had no idea where you were. You pulled your phone out and saw Namjoon’s name flash before your eyes.

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anonymous asked:

Please help. I hate everything. My life, family, school, myself. I don't know what to do. I feel like I'm slowly dying on the inside. Nothing i do help. Mark and Jack don't even make me smile, and that scares me so much. I just want to be happy. I put on a fake face every day and when is cracks people look at me like I'm overreacting. I just want to die so it all over.

Hi there anon

You are SO WORTH love. I know what it is like to put on a fake smile. Please know that there are people who WANT to help you. You are so amazing. You are worth so much, never forget that

anonymous asked:

I found a hc/story in the Voltron tag where they kicked Lance off the team to replace him with Matt pls give me fluffy Lance I'm crying and I love my son and I want the best for him

Oh hell no

Let me deliver the goods:

  • As children (toddler years) Hunk, Pidge, and Lance had their own way of getting the box of cookies off the top of the fridge. Pidge would tell Hunk where to sit and Lance would sit on his shoulders (my sunshine boy was a biggun) and Lance would throw whatever toy at wherever Pidge pointed. (My sharpshooter) This always resulted in success (Mainly because of Lance)
  • Whenever Lance is feeling stressed Pidge will let him paint her toenails while she works on whatever new computer program she downloaded that day. One time she looked back an hour later to find each of her toes like this (She didn’t go to class for a week afraid she’d break them somehow.)
  • Lance is usually brutally honest with most things so Hunk will have him try his food and see what needs to be tweaked with the recipe. (He has to be blindfolded because Lance cannot help but lie and say it’s good when his friend has such a hopeful look on his face.)
  • Allura was having a bad hair day right before a diplomatic meeting and the hair stylists for the planet they were on either would take too long or didn’t know how to work with her hair. Lance offered to help and seeing no other option she let him. (He finished her hair in under two hours and she literally cried a week later when she had to take the braids out.)
  • Lance knows how to make homemade makeup products since his sisters couldn’t afford it(His makeup was alot better quality than most name brands so his sisters absolutely loved it. They ended up selling in school and made a killing before the school found out and shut them down. The teachers still asked for it on the sly and wouldn’t say anything as long as they give them a portion of the products each month.) so he made a bunch of liquid eyeliner for Shiro that was enough to last him months. Shiro cried.

anonymous asked:

ABO verse: when Hux gets pregnant with Kylo's pups, he has vivid dreams of the future, of what their children will look like and sound like.

Kylo has told him that he may see some snippets of the future whilst pregnant.

They’re Force-sensitive,” Kylo had said, rubbing over Hux’s pregnant tummy one evening, feeling the kicks of the twins beneath his touch. “I can feel it. They’re making your mind more adept to feel the Force.”

And as Hux opens his eyes to stare down at two little figures playing in a wide, green meadow, he knows this is the future that awaits him. The children—a boy and a girl—chase after each other through the long grass, laughing and leaping after one another. Hux can’t help but smile as he sits down atop the hill he’s found himself on, watching his twins play.

Both the same height, both children look incredibly happy, their laughs and cries sending flutters across Hux’s chest. The girl’s messy red hair wafts around her as she runs, brushing it out of her freckled face as she tries to avoid her brother, a tiny black cape whipping behind her. The boy’s hair looks a little darker—almost brown to Hux’s eyes—and is short, though most of it is hidden underneath a small version of a pilot’s helmet.

“Mother!” The girl shouts, throwing her arms in the air, waving at Hux. “Mama! Come play!”

The boy leaps upon his sister, pinning her to the ground roughly, shouting ‘I win! I win!’ as the girl laughs.

“Roux! Elora! Play nice.

Hux turns and looks up, seeing Kylo approaching him, his dark hair tied back into a small bun at the nape of his neck, but Hux can’t take his eyes off the third child held in his alpha’s arms.

“They promised they’d stop play-fighting,” Kylo says, sitting down next to Hux, the small boy in his arms cuddled close to his chest. “Triplets, eh.”

“T-trip—” Hux gapes, eyes wide, hand instinctively going to touch his flat belly.

“Mama,” a small voice says, and Hux feels the patting of a small hand against his arm. “Hugs.”

“Here,” Kylo says. “Jace wants you. I’ll entertain the other little rascals.”

Arms open, the boy leaps over into his mother’s arms, quickly settling down with a content hum as Kylo skids down the hill to where the other two await.

The boy—Jace—looks so much like Kylo. His hair is dark, tiny freckles and moles dot over his cheeks, his ear stick out ever so slightly, but his green eyes are Hux’s; sparkling with a curiosity that Kylo has spoken about seeing in the omega’s eyes. Jace nestles himself in Hux’s arms, his thumb finding its way into his mouth.

Hux smiles, kissing the top of the boy’s head, feeling a warmth spreading through him, ignoring the fact that this is the first time he’s seen these children, but he can feel his attachment to them, feel Kylo’s protectiveness of them radiating through their bond.

Oh no!” Kylo shouts suddenly, and Hux looks up with worry, only to see Kylo lying in the grass, Elora and Roux climbing on him. “The knight and the pilot have beaten me! They’re too strong together! Oh, stars, help me, Hux!

“Papa, you’re so silly,” Elora laughs, taking hold of her brother’s hand. “We need Jacey to help!”

Jace whimpers at the sound of his name and Hux rocks him, almost being able to sense his shyness.

“Should we go and help Elora and Roux, Jace? They need you,” Hux smiles as he feels the names of his children on his tongue for the first time, and they feel—and sound—absolutely wonderful.

“Okay, Mama,” Jace nods, words muffled slightly by his thumb in his mouth. “But, they aren’t hurting Papa, are they?”

“No, darling,” Hux says, standing up, resting his son on his hip, and walks over to where the rest of his family are.

Kylo smiles at him; a big grin showing all of his teeth, and Hux melts just like he did the first time. Elora and Roux giggle, their brown eyes deep and emotional just like their father’s.

If this is the future that waits for him and Kylo, then Hux can’t wait to get started.


Hux wakes the next morning to the feeling of Kylo’s warm hands stroking across his tummy, fingers tracing over the stretch marks on his skin.

“Sorry,” Kylo whispers, leaning over to kiss his omega softly on the cheek. “Did I wake you? Or was it the twin’s kicks?”

Hux sighs, smiles, one word beaming around his mind like a beacon in the darkness.

“Triplets.”

anonymous asked:

How do you draw the same faces over and over again? I'm working on that and every time thecfaves look different help me

Hi nonnie!

I happen to suffer from same-face-syndrome (SFS, it’s tragic and I’m self-medicating for it) so making faces look similar comes quite easily to me OTL

BUT!!

If you want to make your faces consistent there are a few things you can do. 

  • Add unique, defining features. These can be subtle or obvious: a large nose, cleft chin, big ears, piercings, eyebrow game, facial hair, wide mouth, etc. A defining characteristic can also be a facial expression your character tends to use a lot! 
  • Figure out the angles. How do these features look in a 3D space? This takes a lot of practice, and drawing faces (with their unique characteristics) in different angles to create memory through repetition. Use reference photos and observe from real life!
  • Don’t worry about making faces identical all the time! A lot of things can change how a face looks on a person (trust me, I’ve tried taking a lot of selfies), so as long as there’s some consistency in the defining features you’ve determined for your character, you’ll be able to tell who it is at a glance, even if they’re upside-down making a silly face.

I hope this helps! Of course, you don’t have to follow this to the T, it’s just what worked for me personally! 

anonymous asked:

katie how can u imagine was ym first "exploring the each other's bodies"? it's a weird question tho but i'm curious abt this kkhgfhj

sometime in the late night with a lot of soft kisses, roaming hands, warm skin, jimin laughing against yoongi’s mouth when yoongi first started to take his shirt off, jimin eventually helping him pull it over his head, yoongi leaning back and looking at jimin shirtless in front of him with the softest expression, more kissing that left them both with heated cheeks, more touching, jimin whispering ‘is this okay?’ and putting his hand down the front of yoongi’s jeans when yoongi said yes, more kissing, jimin rocking his hips slowly against yoongi’s thigh, low moans in the base of their throats, yoongi burying his face in the slope of jimins neck and kissing the flushed skin, the two of them eventually getting off like that, laying together afterwards, jimin half-asleep and playing with yoongi’s hand, yoongi leaning in and kissing jimins mouth and along his jawline, lazy smiles and hushed conversation until they were both falling asleep against each other

anonymous asked:

Can I please get #2 with Bruce please?

It’s not often you wake up with him next to you, so you try to savor the moment.

His warmth is intoxicating, wrapped around you the way he is, and you can’t help the lazy smile that spreads across your face when you turn up to look at him. You admire the stubble that he hasn’t shaved in a day or two, and you admire the soft breaths that leave his parted lips.

You can’t help yourself, so you lean up and press a gentle kiss to his bottom lip, halfway on his mouth and halfway on his chin. You linger long enough for him to stir, and the slow smile that spreads across his lips is worth waking him up. He’s always been a light sleeper anyway, you remind yourself.

“Morning,” he rasps, voice husky with sleep. He pulls you closer, pressing a proper kiss to your lips.

“Good morning,” you respond, softly, smiling as he cards a hand through your hair. “Did you sleep well, Mr. Wayne?”

“I slept wonderful, Mrs. Wayne,” he murmurs, grinning wryly. “Especially with you next to me.”

He presses another kiss to your lips, and you giggle as he rolls the two of you until his weight presses you into the mattress.

Visa

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Pairing: Tony x daughter!Reader, Nat x niece!Reader
Word count: 1,225

Part 5 of The Unknown Stark


Much to Tony’s dismay, prom season approached much faster than he would have liked. “Didn’t we just celebrate Christmas? What is this prom talk?!” He blurted out one morning at breakfast while you were talking to Nat about it.

You stared at him, your spoon right above your cereal. “Are you finally losing it? Did one of your thingys go haywire?” He gave you a face as you teased him. It was no secret that while you could likely help him now and then with smaller things…you had no interest in ever stepping foot in his work room.

“Ha. Ha.” He said as you rolled your eyes. “Can I make her five again?” Tony looked at Bruce. “Make her small? Before the sassy comebacks, smartass remarks, and the whole ‘prom’ thing…” He said it as if it was the worst thing ever.

Bruce shook his head. “Sorry, no can do.” He got up, sipping his coffee. “I’m actually chaperoning at the prom. So is Clint, Nat, and Thor.”

Tony looked offended. “Why was I not asked? And where do I sign up?” If you were going to be in a room full of half drunk teenage boys, he’d want to keep an eye on you.

You got up and patted his shoulder as you went by. “They were a month ago.” He gasped, making you chuckle. “And you know why I didn’t ask.” You told him, putting your dish in the sink. “I believe chaperones are supposed to keep the kids out of trouble. Not join in and make it worse.” Pulling your hair up, you grabbed your backpack.

Originally posted by writers-square

Wait.” He stopped you. “You invited Thor over me? He’s like Goldilocks on steroids. He’s going to attract teachers and teenage girls like a damn shoe sale.” He all but pouted.

That made you laugh. “Then they won’t be getting into trouble in some hall closet, will they?”

Tony let you go and then it hit him what you said. “What? Hall closets? What’s going on at that school?” He groaned as you simply waved at him from the elevator. Turning back to the others, he noticed how they were all trying not to laugh. “Oh, yeah, ha ha. Laugh it up. Just wait until you have kids in high school!”

“We have you. Who needs kids?” Nat teased with a smirk. “Besides, she’s a good kid. Clearly you aren’t who she takes after.”

He thought about it for a moment and nodded. “Yeah, that’s probably a good thing.” Tony mused, shoving his hands in his pockets before heading to the elevator.

“Where you going?” Clint asked, curious.

“My workroom.” He called back over his shoulder. “Oh, and Nat? You and Pepper are on dress duty this weekend. Nothing too tight or revealing.”

Nat raised an eyebrow. “You want her to look like a nun, don’t you?”

“It couldn’t hurt…”


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“How are you doing, darling?” Magnus asks as he walks over to his boyfriend who is sitting at their dining table, drinking his black coffee. He doesn’t look up, but when Magnus puts his hand on his shoulder he immediately shakes it off, Magnus’s face falls at the movement.

“Fine.” Alec grumbles as Magnus leans on the counter opposite of him.

“I know this hard, love, but you need to talk to someone. Keeping it in-”

“Magnus!” He yells before looking up. “It’s fine. Leave it.”

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Imagine Ubbe comforting you over his scars

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Request: Hiya, Could you write a reader x Ubbe where she is helping him tend his wounds after a raid and discovers his scars from previous battles and doesn’t like thinking about the pain he’s been through because she loves him. Reader reassures him about his scars and that she still loves him? Thank you 😉
Note: Here you go! Loved writing it, putted a lot of emotions in it by my feeling. Hope you like it, you can always let me know. Enjoy!!
Words: 1783


Ubbe looked like hell when he came back from that raid. It brought you always so much fear, them coming back. You gazed between the people hoping to see his face and his face only. Always afraid that he maybe was dead, always afraid that he maybe was so badly wounded you couldn’t help him anymore. But seeing him walking was the best gift from that day. The relief went so fast through your body that you felt shaky on your legs, that you felt tears burning in the back of your eyes. You didn’t protest when he left every time again but it was the hardest thing to do. He was a young man, it was his destiny to do those things, certainly because he was a son of Ragnar. And you were his girl cheering for his comeback. How much he hated it to let you behind, it was his encouragement to come back. So when your eyes locked with his you saw the same relief getting through his body. His shoulders lowered, while he relaxed his face to hold that tenderness above all his pain … but he couldn’t. He pressed his arm against his body, you saw blood on his leather armor, his skin and you hoped that it wasn’t his. So much emotions runned through you, not only the fear but even more the concern, the love, the hate for whoever did that to him. And when he finally got to you, you broke down a little on the inside. He wrapped his good arm around you and pulled you against his chest. You felt as much relief on his side than it did on your side, what could only mean one thing … it was a heavy raid.

You got him home after that his mother needed to say a thing or two about her brave boys. All the time you stood their axcious to tend his wounds and give him some comfort. You hated that woman, you hated the queen of Kattegat and she didn’t care about you. Because you where just some girl who hang around her son, always talking about how he would marry a princess whe you were around to hear it. But it was more than that between you and Ubbe, you weren’t just a girl, you were his and there wasn’t a place you rather wanted to be than right by his side.
‘Sit down.’ You pulled a chair closer and he sat down with a painfull look in his eyes. ‘How bad is it?’ You asked, starting with collecting water and fabrics, some herbs you always had around while he tried to get his armor of by himself. ‘Ubbe don’t.’ You stopped his movements by laying your hand over his. He looked up and smiled.
‘Missed you.’ He confessed. You lowered a little, placing a kiss on his dirty sweaty forehead.
‘Glad to have you back in one piece.’ You smilled comforting. You carefully started to get his layers of clothes off. The more you removed, the more blood you found and the more you got concerned about him.
‘I live.’ He answered the concern that laid in your eyes. You sighned softly, pushing away the last part of fabrics until he sat there bare chested. It was a massive wound on his upper arm, it still bleeded. Other than that it where scratches and bruises and the scars from previous raids.
‘Hardly.’ You whispered on his earlier words. You got the bucket with water and pulled a chair in front of him. You tried not to look to his face while you started cleaning the wound. It took so much from you, to see how much he endured in this raid. ‘Did you win?’ You asked after a little while, slowly looking up to his face again. He seemed tired, pale even and you looked back to the wound, saddened about his current situation.
‘Yes. We got a hold of their leader, he didn’t surrender so he attacked me.’
‘And you got hurt.’
‘Y/n, I’m alright. I just need some rest.’ He tried to comfort you. You smiled, looking fastly down to his wound again. You maked a ointment and smeared it on the wound, he tensed a little by the cold touth of the ointment. Never before he came back this badly hurted. ‘I thought of you, when he wounded me and I thought it would be the end. You were the last thing I was thinking of before Hvitserk saved me.’ He whispered. A single tear rolled down your cheeck. You looked up to him but he was looking in the distant, re-living that moment.
‘I can’t bare the thought of losing you.’
‘The gods granted me mercy.’ He tried to sound positive but the pain and the exhaustion from this raid didn’t supported that.
‘I’m glad they did. I hope they always will.’ You replied, stroking his cheek with your hand. His eyes, a mix from some bleu and green showed all the love he possesed for you. He brought his face closer and placed a kiss on your lips. You closed your eyes, enjoying every bit of his tast, the softness, the love he shared in that one moment. He didn’t pulled back, his head rested against yours and you opened your eyes.
‘You need to rest Ubbe.’ You adviced him tenderly. Your hand followed his jawline before you pulled back and took the bandages from the table. He just looked at you, the whole time he studied your face while you concentrated yourself on bandaging the wound he had. It would heal, by time. He would grow stronger again, ready to fight again. That wound would be only a scar over years, a scar that would help him remember about the times he fought and almost lost. When you were ready you looked back to him. He laid his hand on your upper leg, giving a little squeeze to thank you before he got up. You only looked to the scars on his back, their weren’t much but they were there, while he walked out to fresh himself up before he got to bed. He had to live to his father image and you always feared that it would be his dead some day.

The warmth give you some consolation while you laid there aside him on your stomach, in the curve of his good arm. You looked over the scars he had on his chest, the little one cause by the arrow he got hit with when he was raiding a farmersvillage. The large scar from a knifefight. You knew every story after every scar and it pulled you under water, like you couldn’t breath by the idea that every one of those scars could meant his dead somewhere along the way. Every fight left a mark and every mark on his body maked your only loving him more. ‘Y/n.’ You startled out of the gazing to his scars. You looked up to his face, glad to see the energy sparkle in his eyes. He didn’t looked so pale anymore and the exhaustion was nothing more that a faded hint in the corner of his eyes. A smile spreaded over your lips before you lowered your head, kissing him goodmorning. The kiss felt in so many ways different. You felt his regained passion through it, his reaction, bringing his hands up, weaving it through your hair while his thumb slowly follewed your skin under your ear. The joy … you pulled a little back, trying to supress your smile by bitting your lower lip while you snuggled your head against his neck, placing a kiss there.
‘How do you feel?’ You asked him softly, pulling your head back to look at him again. He carresed your face and nodded satisfied.
‘Good, better than before I fell asleep.’ He answered you honestly.
‘You look better to.’ You agreed, playing with the tip of his braid while you looked down to the scar on his shoulder.
‘You look to much to them.’ He noticed. You didn’t react immidiatly on the words, you only looked down to his braid that you started to remove.
‘It’s hard to not look at them. It always reminds me how many time I could lost you.’ You reacted after a while. He shifted his weight but pulled a painfull face and just laid still, his good arm laid under you, fingertips resting on the small of your back.
‘It only reminds me about how many times I got back home to you.’ He reacted on a loving voice. You smiled, rested your head on his bare chest while your finger followed the little hardly visiable scars on his stomach. Only the thought of the pain he most enjured in those battles was enough to hold him even a little tighter.
‘I’m always saying goodbye to you like it’s the last time. Not begging you to stay but neither cheering you farewell. I’m glad to have you back Ubbe.’ You turned your face and looked at him.
‘You are my own kind of goddess, the one who’s protecting me from dying, I always pray to that goddess, knowing she will bring me safe back to you.’
‘You have a nice way of saying that.’ You smile grew bigger and he stroked his hand through your hair.
‘Had a long time to think about it.’ He winked, more playfull. And that was the Ubbe you wanted so badly back, the one who played you with all his charm, would die for you, would bare a hundered scars if it only meant saving you. ‘Will my goddess bring me something to drink?’ He asked a little amused. You chuckled and placed a kiss on his chest.
‘For you everything, don’t run off.’ You said that last one a little more warning.
‘I’m a little broken down so don’t worry.’ He shouted after you. You ran for a cup, your inner body trilling with the desire to be with him again. That was everything you needed, him healty around you, with the scars if nessesary. You heared him approacing from behind, sneaking an arm around your waist, pulling you with your back against his chest. He placed his lips against your nack and you willingly gave him more space by tilting your head.
‘I thought you wouldn’t ran off.’ You whispered with closed eyes.
‘For you I would ran everywhere. I missed you, come back to bed.’ He said, hardly pulling back for your neck. You nodded, still in the lingering trance of what he did and you followed him without a doubt, leaving the cup empty on the table …

Did Ezra knew about Spencer being a Drake?

Because we know he knows secrets about everyone (for the “investigation” that he did for his book) and when the liars were in the Dollhouse, Ezra, Toby and Caleb were working at his apartment to find them. Then, Veronica and Peter Hasting went with them to help them, and Ezra had this boxes that he gave to the Hastings and said something like “be prepared to face the truth or the secrets if you look through them” so, did he knew? Did Veronica found some secrets there and pretended like she already knew?

Originally posted by prettylittleliarsxxxx

Originally posted by keeganallennews

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The seventeen-year-old was uncertain how long he had been sitting in the interrogation room—for all he knew, it could have been hours or maybe even minutes—before the door to his left opened and a man wearing a suit stepped into the room with him. Given the grim look on his face and the case file in his hand, Jared highly doubted it was a lawyer.

“Hello, Mr. Padalecki,” The older man greeted him as he came to stand across the table from him, placing the case file onto the table. “My name is Detective Nelson, but you may call me Rob if you’d like. Do you understand why you’re here?”

Jared couldn’t honestly understand why nor could he even imagine up something that would’ve landed him there. He shook his head slowly.

Detective Nelson grimaced. “I see. Well perhaps this might help,” He offered as he opened the file, removing a slender black Composition book from it to hold it out for Jared to see and his heart immediately dropped into his stomach at the sight. “Do you know what this is?”

“My notebook,” He replied softly and he could feel all heat leave his body as he continued to stare at the book in the man’s hand. Jared swallowed thickly before he continued. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“No?” Detective Nelson inquired with a raise of his graying eyebrow as he opened the notebook and read from the first page. “Noon would be the time to do it. The entire student body will be crammed into a four-walled coffin like a can of sardines—sitting prey. Two Colt .45’s would be my weapon of choice. Tyler Benson, that preening, prick of a peacock would be my first kill. His girlfriend, Claire Glascock, that groupie skank would be the next to go. Then once the life from their eyes has faded, I will paint the entire cafeteria red with the blood of all those who have hurt me—wronged me. This will be my tale of revenge,” –-At this, the man slapped the book down onto the table, causing the seventeen-year-old to jump— “Tell me, Jared. Who has caused you so much pain, that you would consider killing another person?”

Vamp!Gaston AU where he finally reveals himself to LeFou. Among all of the other glaring questions, LeFou finally manages to ask, “Is this what this was? Have you been manipulating me the entire time?” 

It would make for a wonderful catch-all explanation. All of those new, novel feelings that he could never quite bring himself to address were suddenly disentangled from personal anxieties, from the abstract sense of guilt they instilled. It wasn’t his fault. These weren’t his feelings. It was something supernatural, something evil worming its way into his mind and plugging away at his neural wiring. 

And yet LeFou couldn’t help but dread the answer. Despite everything, despite how bizarre and illegible it had all seemed, he couldn’t bear to look at his affections–– he face them for what they were now, there was nothing to lose when one had never had anything to begin with––for Gaston under the new reality that they’d been planted on him. He didn’t want to see the tells of inauthenticity–– the cracks, the bumps, the defects. He didn’t want to retrace the past years of his life, unravelling quite possibly the realest thing he’s ever felt, only to find a frayed end when the spool ran out. 

He found he was holding his breath. 

Gaston smirked, as self-appraising as ever. 

“I never needed to.”

the-doctor-says-hoot  asked:

Idk if this was just because I didnt pay much attention to his scenes (my cat was being extra needy today) but what exactly was Anton Stereotype's role? I know he's there to help AIDA build her Pinocchio machine/kill Daisy and Jemma, but couldnt Aida just get Framework!Hydra soldiers to kill them instead? I'm just so confused :/

he’s only in reality - he doesn’t have an avatar in the Framework, so far as I can tell. she seemed to me to just be explaining her Evil Plot to him when talking about Daisy & Jemma.

but then again, I was only loosely paying attention to his scenes anyway

particularly because I have trouble looking at AIDA’s face

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#let me tell you one thing about this #sebastian stan’s acting #all i see when i look at his face is terror #you can literally see 2340958 different emotions in his eyes #he’s breathing so heavily #and it just makes it look so real #he looks so afraid #but what shatters my heart the most is that he’s afraid of himself #bucky wanted to get away from everything #he didn’t choose this life #he was forced by hydra #bucky barnes is not a villain #i can’t look in his eyes in this scene and even imagine him being the villain #his eyes are screaming #help me #i’m sorry i took the lives of innocent people help me #i’m sorry i almost killed you steve help me #SO ANYWAY #props to sebastian stan for acting this out #because there was a lot of stuff going on in bucky’s internal monologue

{PART 28} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Tricking Yoongi proves to be easier than you could have ever hoped, as you stumble upon just a taste of what your awakened abilities can achieve. However, in your haste to serve Yoongi punishment for his crimes; you and Jungkook learn that that life and death are just a means to an end - for every living thing…must one day, die.

“To play God not only means to give life; but take it as well. As she stared into the abyss, it stared right back at her…and she finally realised the true meaning behind all things living; even herself.”

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