but yeah i was just trying around

cis gays really want the world to revolve around them bitch i was trying to vent and discuss my feelings abt my situation/dynamic with another trans boy and this bitch just wants to be like “oh bros are like that” and “yeah i hate myself too” i’ll say something thats pretty obviously about dysphoria but if i don’t say Im Talking About Being Trans he makes it about his own issues and i’ve told him over and over so it’s not like he doesn’t know and his excuse is that he’s just dumb as fuck which is true but actually we go to school together he is a smart person but he completely misses all my points and doesn’t care what i have to say if it’s not something he can project himself into which is true at a very basic level for empathy but he really just makes me wanna rip my damn hair out sometimes

3

Bentley pulled away suddenly, earning a groan of disapproval from his boyfriend. That wasn’t so hard, now was it?

No, but I wasn’t actually done with you. Come back, Devon chuckled, trying to pull the blond in for another kiss.

I figured maybe we could take our reunion home. What do you say?

You done here?

Yeah, show’s been over a while now. I just had to hang around a bit after. Besides, he teased. Not sure how good I could be running security while I’m over here talking to my shithead boyfriend anyways.

Shut up, asshole. Get on, Devon smirked, rolling his eyes. Let’s go home. 

Did Not Hurt

I’m a new DM with a party of people who, largely, are also fairly new to DnD. My party was trying to get hired by this airship pirate captain. The wizard deep gnome, who had never played before and had missed the first session, was trying to prove he could be useful on board an airship.

Wizard: I can…do magic…

NPC Captain: Oh yes? Show me.

Wizard: [OOC] Uh…what spells do I have that will look impressive? If I cast Blade Ward, and someone throws something at me it won’t hit me, right? 

Me: *doesn’t respond, paging through PHB trying to find the spell for reference*

Wizard: Yeah okay, I cast Blade Ward.

Me: So…you draw this complicated sort of design in the air with your finger to cast it. There’s no visible effect yet, it just looks like you’re waving your hands around. The captain raises an eyebrow, unimpressed.

Wizard: I say “Now, I need someone to throw something at me.”

Sorcerer: I IMMEDIATELY jump up and throw my ENTIRE plate full of muffins and a butter knife at him.

Me: *having by now found the spell in the PHB* Okay. So. The spell doesn’t actually stop anything from HITTING you. The plate, the burnt muffins, and the butter knife all crash into you, bouncing off and rolling all over the floor. However, due to the spell, you take no damage.

Wizard: I point to the butter knife that bounced off my head and say, “See? Did not hurt.”

NPC Captain: …Do you have any OTHER…skills?

Playing pool and playing in the parking lot.

On Friday night hubby and I went to a bar with some friends. We had a good time playing pool and picking songs on the juke box to dance to. Near the end of the night I found myself outside having a smoke with a handsome young guy who was a friend of a friend who had been at the bar. He played a few rounds of pool with us and even danced with myself and one of my girl friends for part of the night. We had talked and lightly flirted throughout the night but wasn’t aggressive as he knew I was married and my husband was at the bar as well.
After he offered me a light and made some comment about having a good time dancing with me and my friend I joking looked at him and said “ Do you think it would be possible to have a quickie out here with out anyone inside suspecting a thing?” He said probably if you went behind one of the vans in the parking lot sure. I smiled at him and said want to try. He just looked and me shocked and said “you serious?” I said yeah and lead him towards the van. A few seconds later I was unzipping his pants and taking his cock in my mouth. He had a nice cock and I really wanted to take my time sucking it but knew that wouldn’t be possible so once he was hard I stood up, turned around and bent over pushed my pants down my and pulled my panties to the side he pushed his cock into me as he said oh fuck and let out a moan. He grabbed my hips and pounded me as I stared at the bar exit keeping a eye out so we didn’t get caught. He kept saying oh god this is so hot as he thrust his young hard cock into me. I told him he needed to hurry and he said he was close. He pounded me fast and hard and asked me where he should cum? I told him to cum in me so he pumped a few more times then pulled me towards him and held me there as I felt his cock throb and him empty a load into my married cunt. I fixed my panties pulled my pants up lit another smoke and headed back towards the bar.

The Reunion

Originally posted by lovelynemesis

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!Reader - Avengers x female!Reader

Request: Hey Bae 😚 would you like to do an imagine where you were Buckys wife in the 40s and after he got taken by Hydra you went through the same fate. Now 70 years later they found you during a mission captured and take you to the compound. Bucky feels overly happy but fears you won’t recognise him, but you do. So over the time you slowly get along with the new life and also your feelings for Buck didn’t change, you just experience a more intense love life 😉 this would be great & some smut hehe -anon

Warnings: Smut/NSFW (18+) - fingering and oral (female receiving) - some language - a wee bit o’ angst

Word Count: 3.6K

A/N: College is really stressful and I’ve had such a bad mental week, it’s been great. Any ways, here’s some good ol’ smut! There’s plenty more where this came from, so I hope it’s what you were searchin’ for. Requests/asks are still open, so feel free to drop somethin’!


Bucky’s P.O.V.

Y/N. Her name was Y/N.

It’s missions that this that remind me of her. The flakes falling around us bitterly kiss my face as Steve and I trudge through endless mounds of snow, heading for the large, rusted metal door embedded in the rough stone of the mountain. This is where I was kept under HYDRA control - where my previous life has ended and this new one began.

Y/N was my comfort - she kept me grounded. We had first met during a night-out in the city. I had convinced Stevie to go to a club with me, and she was the first woman I saw when I stepped into the dim room. We spent the whole night drinking and chatting, and by the end of the night, I knew she was the one that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with - I just never knew our time together would be so short.

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Just say yes 🥂

“Fancy meeting you here.” Harry watched amusedly as Malfoy whirled around in surprise and almost dropped his champagne flute.

“Potter.” He sounded breathless, caught off guard. “I thought you were in Egypt on some mission.”

Harry cocked his head to one side and gave Malfoy a quizzical glance.

“I see you’ve been keeping tabs on me.”

“That’s not-” Malfoy’s cheeks turned rosy as he quickly looked away. “Your name is always all over the paper.”

“This was a secret mission,” Harry replied, trying not to snicker.

“Yeah, well… It’s- it’s hard to escape you. People talk about you everywhere. Everywhere!”

“Sure,” Harry said, taking a sip of champagne.

“Auror Potter! Auror Potter!” A small, middle-aged man behind Malfoy began waving frantically at Harry, almost jumping up and down in his excitement.

“Oh no,” Harry muttered. Malfoy took a look over his shoulder and rolled his eyes.

“Auror Potter! We didn’t expect you to be back so soon,” the middle-aged man said, clasping one of Harry’s hands and shaking it vigorously.

“Mister Franklin,” Harry said, barely able to hide his annoyance.

“You were on a mission I presume? Was it undercover? Did it go well?”

Harry sighed and briefly closed his eyes.

“Mister Franklin, a gala is hardly the place for an interview, is it?”

Mister Franklin chuckled and clasped Harry’s hand even tighter.

“You know how it is with us reporters, we never rest.”

“Oh yes, I know,” Harry said. “However, I am currently unavailable for a statement.”

“But Auror Potter-”

“If you will excuse me, Mister Franklin,” Harry interrupted him, freeing his hand from the other man’s grip and placing it on Malfoy’s back. “I have important business to attend to.”

He ignored the incredulous looks Mister Franklin and Malfoy were giving him and pushed through the crowd. Harry noticed how Malfoy’s body twitched under his touch. It made Harry’s stomach flip. He hadn’t planned to be so bold but escaping a reporter from the Daily Prophet always took priority.

He hoped Mister Franklin wasn’t following them. But even if he left them alone, almost every other person in the room was sure to assault Harry sooner or later. But he couldn’t leave yet. He had promised Kingsley he’d stay at least two hours. And now, after bumping into Malfoy, he had another reason to stay.

When Harry spotted the double doors leading to one of the balconies, he let out a sigh of relief. That could work. He gently pushed Malfoy outside, who was completely flustered at this point.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he snapped, slapping Harry’s hand away and smoothing down his robes.

“What? I really didn’t want to talk to that reporter,” Harry said shrugging.

“But why did you drag me along with you?” Malfoy studied him suspiciously and Harry noticed how he was clutching his champagne flute.

“I wanted to keep talking to you,” Harry said, surprised Malfoy had to ask.

“And what gave you the impression I wanted to keep talking to you?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Harry said, knitting his eyebrows together. “Feel free to go. It wasn’t my intention to bring you out here against your will.”

Malfoy narrowed his eyes. After a moment, he turned and walked to the edge of the balcony, resting his elbows against the railing.

It took Harry a moment to realise Malfoy wasn’t leaving after all. He was waiting for Harry to join him. Harry made sure the goofy smile had somewhat vanished before he stepped up beside Malfoy, mimicking his pose, and looked out to the garden below.

“It’s a little bit like Romeo and Juliet, isn’t it?” Harry said, relishing the sudden quietness around them.

Malfoy let out a snort and Harry was pretty sure he was rolling his eyes.

“For that you’d have to be standing down there, you knobhead.”

Harry blinked.

“I didn’t mean… I just meant the setting reminds me of-” He raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying you’d want me to be standing down there, serenading you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Malfoy muttered. But Harry had the impression his cheeks were getting pinker by the second. “Besides, Romeo didn’t serenade Juliet.”

“He didn’t? Huh. I thought he did,” Harry said frowning. “Well that’s good I guess. I’m rubbish at singing.”

There was a long silence after that and Harry wondered what Malfoy was thinking about. He heard him take a deep breath before he finally spoke again.

“I guess we are a bit like Romeo and Juliet.”

Harry looked at him in astonishment.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, our families weren’t exactly enemies but I have often wondered what would have happened if my father hadn’t- if it weren’t for my father…maybe it wouldn’t have been impossible. Or forbidden.”

“Forbidden,” Harry repeated dumbstruck. “You mean to say…”

“I’m not saying anything,” Malfoy said quickly, clamping his mouth shut.

“I think you just did,” Harry insisted, giving the other man a toothy grin. “I have to admit, when I saw you tonight I didn’t think it would lead up to this.”

Malfoy didn’t reply and just stared at the fountain in the middle of the garden below them.

“It’s not too late, you know,” Harry said quietly. “We could still… well, how about we start with dinner?”

“Dinner?” Malfoy sounded skeptical. When he gulped down the rest of his champagne, Harry couldn’t contain a snicker.

“Dinner.” He turned to Malfoy and bit his lip. “All you have to do is say yes.”

When Malfoy didn’t say anything, Harry tentatively moved his hand down the railing and placed it on the other man’s.

“Just say yes.”

Harry watched as the corner’s of Malfoy’s mouth twitched and his body gave a little shiver.

“It’s that easy?”

“Yes,” Harry said. Malfoy cleared his throat and kept his eyes on the garden while his lips stretched into a smile.

“Is that a yes?” Harry asked. Malfoy turned his head to look at him, his eyes shining brightly.

“Yes, you twit! It’s a yes.”


Inspiration

It doesn’t happen every day, when you’re acting, that “magic” on set, but it did that day. And I think part of it was because the camera was circling around us, and it was really just Tatiana and I connecting, and every take was different, but it was the- the fiction making reality. The scene, it- it felt… real. There was something- our connection as actors and as characters just sort of… [pause] yeah, just, on fire. And so, that was one of the most beautiful, and intense, and magical moments of my career.
—  Evelyne Brochu, at a loss for words while trying to describe that scene from 5x05.
(From the OB Season 5 Australian DVD Special Feature)

OH HEY I HAD MY MERMAID PARTY YESTERDAY

Good news- the small child was perfectly enchanted by her mermaid surprise unlike the first mermaid party I did where the birthday girl wanted to be as FAR AWAY FROM THE MERMAID AS POSSIBLE

they wheeled me out on a desk chair which was pretty hilarious but actually worked a lot better than a Throne of Dads

and then omfg to get me in the pool

they put me in one of those disability chairs that you sit in and it sloooooowly lowers you into the pool

so I just sat in it, princess-waving for a full 5 minutes while I’m majestically lowered into the water. hilarious

Unlike the last party I actually was SWIMMING the whole time! They plopped me right into the deep end and I paddled around with the kids (who had floaties on and were swimming with their parents). Birthday girl was more than happy to show Marina the Mermaid how she can dunk her head in the water and jump off the side into her mom’s arms (she had just turned 4). Super cute.

MERMAID SUCCESS. I DIDN’T DROWN

(Found on Facebook)
Oh man where do I even start.
Well first of all, grapes/raspberries are one of the most expensive fruit in the produce section. I don’t even buy them unless they’re on sale. You gotta go for things like bananas, frozen berries, and check to see what fruits are in season. Maybe pineapple wasn’t in season. Check online to see which fruits and veggies will be the least expensive.
Buy veggies and fruits NOT in a package. If you pick them out of the pile yourself and use your own bag they are less expensive.
Don’t get soda. The credibility of this post being “healthy food” was immediately shot down when I saw a friggin Sprite. Soda is not healthy. Soda is not cheap. Soda is a privilege. Soda is a once in a while special occasion.
And the nuts, you can get a box of oats for less than a dollar.
Considering none of what’s pictures above can make an actual meal, I gave suggestions of what can. Like mentioned, the bananas, frozen berries, and oats can make you awesome oatmeal all week for under $10.
If you want lunch and dinner, consider canned beans, tofu, potatoes, rice, frozen veggies, and kale (not from a package). You can make a good combination of stuff for, oh look, around $15.

Eating healthy doesn’t mean buying the most expensive thing in the store. You have to walk around and see what is best for your wallet, or google tips beforehand because yeah it’s easy to make dumb decisions. The person in this post obviously doesn’t grocery shop often. I grocery shop every other week, I NEVER break the bank and I always get a lot of stuff. You wanna buy junk food and McDonald’s and give your body unnecessary problems instead of eating healthy because you’re so fixated on the lie that you can’t afford it? Whatever. But don’t go around spreading this false rhetoric, because IT IS possible to eat healthy on a budget and you’re just hurting everyone around you by trying convincing them they can’t.

I didn’t come here to get teased // Shawn mendes

Request: Can you do one where y/n and Shawn are a new couple and y/n got stuck in the rain on her way to see Shawn and he lets her wear his clothes because she is soaked

Authors note: happy to write, happy to be here


“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I grumble into the phone as I run from the front doors of my apartment building to my car parked a couple spaces down the street. It was raining heavily and I could feel my shirt heavy with moisture already. 

“You’re doing it because you love me,” Shawn’s voice drawls from the other side. “And I have pizza so see you soon.”

I laugh, unlocking the doors and wringing my hair out once I was comfortably inside.

“Bye.” I hang up, chucking my phone on the seat next to me and pulling out onto the road. The drive to Shawn’s is usually quick but due to the downpour it took me longer.

I park outside his own apartment complex- as close as I could get. I stared out the window, watching the water droplets pelt against the glass. I really didn’t want to go out there again.

Grabbing my phone, I dial Shawn’s number.

“Baby?” He asks, a cheeky tone to his voice.

“Do I have to go out in the rain?” I whine, switching my car off.

“Do you want to see me?” He asks back. I can visualize the smirk he’s sure to be wearing. 

“Hey! You’re the one who called me, asking to see me.” I retort, knowing I’ll have to go back out into the rain.

“I’ll be waiting down stairs by the door with a towel.” he replies, trying to hold back his laughter.

“Stop Shawn,” I groan.

“See you soon Y/n.” 

I huff frustratedly, tucking my phone into my jean pocket before opening my car door and stepping out into the rain. 

The rain feels cold against my skin and I turn to lock my car, hearing the reassuring click. I rush up the path, my clothes becoming soaked through- already slightly damp from before. 

When I climb the three steps leading to the front door, a figure standing inside catches my attention.

He pushes the door open for me and I’m grateful for the sudden warmth from the heaters.

“You could have brought me an umbrella.” I say blandly at Shawn who wraps a towel around my shoulders.

“Then I wouldn’t have been able to take care of a wet Y/n,” He chuckles, winking. I shove his shoulder, starting for the elevator.

“I didn’t come here to get teased Mendes.” I call, pressing the up button on the wall.

“Of course you didn’t. You came here for action.” Another wink.

“My car is just out there and I’m considering walking back out and driving home.” I tell him, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You wouldn’t leave me here all alone would you?” He gasps sarcastically and I roll my eyes, stepping into the open lift.

“You’re in a mood today aren’t you?” I ask, Shawn trails behind me, pressing his floor number. 

“I just missed you that’s all.” The doors shut and my eyes drag up over his body. Jean clad legs and a grey shirt that highlighted his arms and broad chest. 

“Yeah.” I try to say calmly but it comes out breathy and I cough, noticing Shawn’s eyes darkening.

“Aren’t you going to say that you missed me too?” He teases. He pulls at the towel chucked around my shoulders like a shawl and I crash into him.

“Nah,” I giggle, flicking his nose and he scrunches it in response.

“I hate when you do that.” His hands feel hot where they rest against my hips. 

“And that’s why I love doing it.” I smirk, letting him lead me out the elevator with an arm wrapped over my shoulder. He unlocks the front door, letting me in first.

I walk straight to the kitchen, looking for the pizza Shawn said he bought. A body shoves my own against the cool counter and squeak in surprise.

“Shawn!” I scold, looking over my shoulder at him. He laughs, leaning closer to me so that his lips pressed against my temple in a short kiss.

“What do you want to do now?” He whispers into my ear, biting his lip and I feel my breath hitch. 

“I uh,” I stumble, momentarily forgetting what I was doing.

“Yeah,” Shawn chuckles, pressing kisses down my neck.

“You said you had pizza?” I ask hesitantly and Shawn pulls back.

“Are you serious?” 

Originally posted by smendesgifs

Being Best Friends w/ Zendaya and Liking Tom Headcannon

A/N: This is my first post so go easy. This isn’t my first time writing on tumblr but it is my first post on here. I’m also gonna be doing ships later and I will make a post about that.

Originally posted by tom-hollcnd

  • We all know Z is very politically correct and is outspoken so it’d be no surprise that you are as well
  • Going to protests with Z and posting selfies and pictures of everyone there
  • Meeting Tom during the script read through for Spider-Man
  • Having seen him in Civil War you’re extremely starstruck
  • Tom is probably more starstruck than you are because he’s seen so much of you on Z’s social media
  • We all know Tom is probably cheeky af so he would definitely flirt all the time
  • On set of Spider-Man you end up spending a lot of time with Harrison because you “pretend” to be Z’s assistant
  • Tom does not like that you’re getting close to Harrison
  • tbh homeboy is the jealous type
  • Harrison knows Tom is jealous but he’s only doing it to try and get Tom to ask you out
  • Z could tell from day one that you liked Tom because you never stopped staring
  • “Your staring is getting really creepy”
  • “Shut up I’m only admiring from afar”
  • “Well your admiring is oddly stalkerish”
  • Constantly trying to start a conversation with Tom but you have no idea how to talk to him
  • You’ve always been really shy around people and no matter how many times Z says to just talk about anything it DOESNT HELP
  • “Um so you’re spider-man”
  • “Y/N you’ve known that since Civil War”
  • “Right yeah okay. I gotta go”
  • Tom is so disappointed that you always just walk away
  • Z is constantly sighing in disappointment because YOURE SO OBLIVIOUS
  • That man looks at you like you put the stars in the sky but you just think he’s looking at you like he does everyone else
  • Z finally yelling at you 
  • “I SWEAR IF YOU DONT TELL HIM YOU LIKE HIM I WILL”
  • “NO Z DONT”
  • “WELL THEN GET YOUR BUTT OUT THERE AND DO IT”
  • Screaming because this is so frustrating
  • Finally going to talk to Tom
  • “Listen-”
  • “No I’m gonna talk this time”
  • Being so surprised cuz how dare this boy interrupt you
  • “I’ve liked you since you got here. Like really really liked you. I was just wondering, maybe, if you wanted to, would you go out with me?”
  • Asshole why didn’t you say this earlier
  • Saying yes because you’ve been waiting for this since you saw him in Civil War
  • Z is so proud of her children
  • Harrison just kind of tells Tom he told him so but Tom ignores him
  • Your relationship is all loving stares, holding hands, tender kisses, and “I love you”’s but everyone loves it
Dinner

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request:

How about a Whacky Bucky x F!Reader chatroom? Bucky and Y/N have been secretly dating from the team, but when they try setting up Y/N with someone, will Bucky explode or keep it cool? Then when the couple spills the beans Tony and Clint get protectiv            


Bucky has created a chatroom: stevie i know u want to join but don’t. we are already in another chat there is no need for u to join this one too k thank

Bucky has added Y/N.

You: Are you even trying, Barnes?

Bucky: What? He won’t join.

You: He is most definitely going to join.

Bucky: No, he won’t. Trust me, love.

You: Yes, he will. If he wasn’t already suspicious he is now.

Bucky: Don’t worry, I have him distracted with cute puppy pictures in our other chat.

You: I want to be apart of that chat.

Bucky: So, I was thinking, dinner at your place, or mine? Or do you want to go out?

You: Out. I do not want to explain to Nat why you were hiding in my bathroom again, or have to hide every time Steve randomly shows up at your place.

Steve has joined the chat.

Y/N has cleared the chat.

Bucky has cleared the chat.

Steve: Why did you clear the chat? I don’t mind, really. You don’t have to hide. It’s okay. Just tell me the truth.

You: Really, Steve? You mean that?

Steve: Yeah. It does hurt, though. Finding out your friends are making plans BEHIND YOUR BACK BECAUSE THEY DON’T WANT YOU TO JOIN THEM YOU SNAKES

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They’re so cute when they’re asleep

Request:Can you do Drabble 6 & 14 combined like maybe in the avengers tower 😉😉 

Okay I know I’m requesting imagines like crazy, but could I request 11, 12, and 14 with Peter Parker? Something where the Avengers tease the reader and Peter (but especially the reader) because they have crushes on each other? Thank you so, so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

A/N: Okay so this is me attempting to use the prompts “I need a place to stay”, “they’re so cute when they’re alseep,” , “ this is by far the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in,” , “ the way you flirt is shameful,” , “ it’s just rain you aren’t gonna melt,”………. lets see how this goes

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“Mr Stark, I-I was wondering if you could help me with something,”

“Is it your Spanish homework? ‘cause you’d have better luck talking to a wall than asking me for help,”

“No no, it’s not that, I asked this girl out on a date and-”

Tony dropped everything, and finally looked at Peter fully attentive, and interrupted his spiel, “Please tell me it was y/n you asked,” he appealed. Peter scrunched his eyebrows, confused at how Mr. Stark easily guessed who. He stuttered over his words, unable to reply, “Friday, tell Nat that she owes me $10″

Peter’s confusion morphed into shock, “Were you guys betting on us?” he asked in disbelief, as the computer system replied to his request,

“I was, Natasha not so much,” Tony answered nonchalantly, “she figured you’d never work up the courage. As per-usual, I was right,”

Peter was at a loss for words. Although, he did feel a little sense of reassurance that Mr. Stark had some faith in him, 

“Anyways, continue,” Tony pushed,

“Okay, so, I’m taking her out tonight, and I’m really nervous-”

“Predictable,”

“and I just don’t want to mess this up, so I was hoping you’d be willing to help me out by kind of being my, wing-man,”

“your wing-man?”

“Yeah,”

There was a pause between the two, as Tony blinked at the young boy,

“That was a little on the vague side, so right now my answer is no, I’m not chaperoning two school kids’ date,” He said turning away from Peter, and returning to his work,

“Where is it you’re taking her?” Peter heard a feminine voice ask behind him. He jumped slightly and looked to find Natasha strutting her way towards the two. He hesitated before answering her, “I don’t know, I was thinking, dinner then a movie?” he said, more as a question than a statement.

“Boring!” Tony exclaimed, not bothering to face them. 

Peter sighed and slouched, “Well y/n’s never been on a date before. If you do it right, then it’d be the perfect night,” Nat pointed out,

“Exactly, so I was hoping that, if I wore an earpiece, then Mr. Stark could kind of coach me through it,” Peter suggested warily.

Nat shook her head, “You want Tony Stark as you’re wing-man?” she asked pointing to the man. Peter nodded his head, “This is, by far, the stupidest plan you’ve ever had,” she deadpanned.

Tony swirled around in his chair, with a mischievous smirk, “And with me, being an intellectual, of course I’m in,”


You couldn’t tell what you were feeling. Some of it was happiness that Peter Parker has finally asked you out, which was followed by nervousness because of the fact that you’d be going on a date with him. A part of you felt sick, and horrible because the possibility of this date ending terribly and therefore ruining a perfectly good friendship was looming above you.

You and Peter had been friends for years, having gone to the same school together and sharing some of the same assignments that Tony gives you. You were always called in on the less extreme tasks,due to having no superpowers but mad combat skills. 

You huffed yet again as you stood in front of your mirror, and smoothed down your outfit. Screw it, you thought, and waited out in your living room for Peter.

Peter took deep breathes as he approached your door. A sweat began to break out on his forehead, “Have you reached the door yet?” Tony asked in his ear. Peter sighed, this was the fourth time he’s asked, “Yes,” Peter snapped in a hushed tone,

“About time. Now knock,”

“I figured that much out for myself actually,”

“Don’t get snippy with me, you asked for my help,”

“I’m beginning to regret it,” Peter groaned, before knocking on your door.

Your head shot to the direction of the door, before getting up and slowly opening it. 

Peter stood with a wide smile, cherry red cheeks and a bunched bouquet of pink roses. Your cheeks flushed to match his, as you gasped, “Peter,” you drew out. This made his smile beam a little more. You smiled along with him and giggled from his kind gesture, “Come in,” you welcomed him, opening your door wider.

You turned away, and buried your nose in the flower pedals.

“Did she like the flowers?” Tony asked Peter,

“I-I think,” Peter quickly whispered under his breath, making sure you wouldn’t notice. 

You place the bouquet in a vase and made your way back to Peter, “Ready to go?” he smiled at you. 

“Tell her she looks nice,” Peter’s wing-man pestered,

“You-” he began, but was cut of,

“Unless she doesn’t, then scratch that. Wait maybe you should tell her anyway,”

Looking at Peter confusingly, you cocked an eyebrow. He gave you a reassuring smile, and placed a hand on your lower back, “You look good tonight,” he complimented, “you always look good,” he emphasized more for Tony to take a hint,

“smooth, spidey,” you commented, letting him lead you out of your place,

“That compliment was more for me. I’m taking it.”


It felt unusual, to be on a date with Peter Parker. A date that didn’t involve studying with an old friend, but more so, a night with a different unusual feeling between you two with formal clothes and flattery.

Your heart pounded a little harder and breath hitched when Peter showed off his goofy smile. You weren’t sure if you had ever felt that way before, but it doesn’t matter, because you’re feeling it now with Peter. 

You had finished eating and were now relaxing at the table. 

“Have I already told you how amazing you look tonight?” Peter asked you, eyes glazed over in a daze,

“This is the third time probably,” you answered with a sweet smile and rosey cheeks, 

The way you flirt is shameful. She’s already sick of it,” Peter heard Tony.

He pursed his lips, “Who taught you? You’re just repeating the same things. Was it May?” 

“Oh wow look at it pour outside,” Peter spoke distracting himself from Tony,

“Nice try, I’m still here,”

“Do you want to wait in here till it stops?” Peter offered you,

“It’s just rain, you aren’t going to melt,” 

“Tony!” 

Swinging your head around from the window to Peter, you repeated, “Tony?”

Peter’s mouth bobbed, his eyes grew to saucers. You gave him a side glance, “Is he here?” you pondered suspiciously.

“um-uh-n-no”

“Think of something quick, underoos,”

“I just- uh- just remembered that Tony, offered for us to watch a movie at the tower…..tonight,” Peter squeaked 

“No I didn’t,”

“He did?”

“Y-yeah, he figured that that would be better than us spending money at the theater, or just me spending money, and you fighting me to pay your way in,” Peter explained uncomfortably, unsure if what he said came out right.

“That’s a little uncharacteristic of him,” you pointed out, 

He searched and searched his brain to quickly produce a reasonable explanation for “Tony’s proposal”. An unusually sly smirk skipped across Peter’s lips as he thought back to how outraged he felt when discovering that the two Avengers betting on and against him and his crush,

 “Yeah well, he owes us one,”

“Be ready for ridicule,”


                                       TO BE CONTINUED

  • Maui: the ocean says you're a nerd
  • Moana: I'm not surprised
Bad Muffin Puns | 17.08.17
  • Dan: There were lots of snacks. There were muffins and there were not many muffins left.
  • Phil: Yeah.
  • Dan: There were what? Two muffins left. So I was like "can I have one of these muffins please?" and for some reason this barista was like... he was fully zazzed.
  • Phil: He was so zazzed!
  • Dan: Enthusiastic guy, it was like...
  • Phil: I don't know why.
  • Dan: It with verve spinning around making coffees. And he went "oh, really? Another muffin? These are so muffIN right now." And we were like *ha*.
  • Phil: I did a little snort.
  • Dan: Nice pun because they must have been popular or whatever. So me wanting to pun back -
  • Phil: Trying to be the pun master!
  • Dan: - I went "mm, yeah, just get muffINSIDE me." The muffin.
  • Phil: No, I literally -
  • Dan: Obviously...
  • Phil: - walked away.
  • Dan: Obviously, the muffin! Are you kidding me?
  • Phil: *incredibly fond laughter* That was enough for me to walk away.
  • Dan: Right, right. Okay, he made that joke and I went "get muffINSIDE" and I almost did like finger guns but I gave him that look like "we did a..".
  • Phil: We did a moment.
  • Dan: He just went like *confused face* and then turned around and then the person up was like "what did you order? How much was that?" and he was just off making a drink.
  • Phil: I don't blame him for turning around, Dan. ♫Turn around, Nero man♫
  • Dan: Who-who would make a pun and then not understand the following thing?
  • Phil: I know. Some people just aren't ready to go to the pun activity.
  • Dan: Whatever, so that's me. There's why I don't go outside.
  • Phil: But then as I walked away, that actually meant Dan bought my cookie, so thanks for that.
  • Dan: I did, yeah, I forgot that.
  • Phil: Yeah, it was a good cookie.
  • Dan: Give me two pounds.
  • Phil: Noooo...

Hum, I don’t remember seeing this so often, so I thought this could be cute and funny

Hope you like this! I’m glad to be back! 


RFA + Saeran in love with an oblivious MC

Zen

  • In your defense, how were you supposed to know? The guy is a flirting machine!
  • Okay, but if you paid a little more attention, you would notice Zen always finds excuses to touch your shoulders or hands
  • He also compliments not only your looks, but traces of your personality, because it’s something important to him, being able to seeing beyond appearance, you know?
  • Apparently, you don’t.  You just thank him and give a compliment back, smiling and driving him crazy for being so cute
  • And he knows he’s not being subtle at all (not even if he wanted to, he just… doesn’t know how to be subtle), he’s literally holding you by your shoulders, looking at you straight at your eyes, saying: “I love you, princess.”
  • And you’re just: “Wow Zenny! You need to warn me before getting in character! I almost believed in you for a second.”
  • D E A D
  • What does he need to do for you to understand, for Christ’s sake? Should he make a public appearance wearing a t-shirt where it’s written: “I ❤ U, MC!“
  • He should, and that’s what he does.
  • And you finally get it after his desperate move. That and his fans flooding social media begging this MC to notice him, why is she wasting such a chance? Is she crazy or whaaaat?
  • “No, just having a hard time to believe. It’s not everyday you find your celebrity crush loves you back, you know?” D E A D A G A I N

Yoosung

  • He is not exactly great at letting you know his feelings
  • Because whenever he sees you, his mind goes a little blank, he gets nervous and trips in his own words.
  • “Hi, Yoosung! How have you been?” “Thank you, so do you, MC.” WUT?
  • But when he calls you or texts you, it’s more natural. So you should have got the signs through that by now.
  • Because boy is always telling you how his day gets better after talking to you, how much he appreciates your encouraging words and how he would like to repay you one day.
  • By cooking for you, letting you beat him on LOLOL or… who knows? Taking you on a date? (he sent the text and L E A P E D away from the phone, knowing it was crazily bold of him)
  • “Okay! You better really let me beat you on LOLOL next time.” OH. MY. GOD! You can’t be real!
  • Seven is watching this PAINFUL conversation and laughing “MAY DAY! MAY DAY! WE HAVE A MAN DOWN! REPEAT! WE HAVE A MAN DOWN!” and you’re like wtf, dude?
  • But after that, he feels like really helping his bro: “Or you could really go on a date with him, MC.” “Oh… it’s fine, he doesn’t have to if he doesn’t want to.”
  • “BUT I DO! I REALLY DO, MC!” (Yes, CAPS LOCK and everything) “See, MC? He really wants it, where are you guys going?”
  • “Well, I’ve always imagined my perfect date with Yoosung to be at…” MAN DOWN! REPEAT! WE HAVE A MAN DOWN! (from happiness this time)

Jaehee

  • She was pretty oblivious of her feelings herself for a long time
  • So she doesn’t get too frustrated you’re not aware of it, who is she to judge?
  • But once she does understand her feelings, she turns into a very different person around you.
  • Now she’s blushing much more when talking to you, always asking you to join her to hang out and discus things that aren’t related to the cafe.
  • Seriously, how could you not notice that she didn’t take her eyes off of you when the two of you were watching a Zen’s DVD together?
  • “Is there something on my face?”
  •  No, but there’s a crack on hers!
  • This poor woman… she has this urge of being honest, but at the same time, she’s so scary of doing it and messing up her first true friendship…
  •  And though she loves romantic movies and such, she’s not exactly one to expect real life to be like those and get frustrated when realizing it’s not possible. 
  • Then it hits her! Well, life isn’t exactly as fictional romance, but: “MC, remember that musical Zen played a pirate falling for the princess?” “Yeah, what about it?”
  • “I’m the pirate to your princess…” Awkward silence… “No, I’m the pirate to your princess.”


Jumin

  • It would be hard for you to tell because he’s not super obvious about it.
  • I mean, he does take your opinion in consideration more than everybody else’s, he allows himself not to be so stiff and formal around you, he smiles so much around you, but, well… he’s kinda like this to Elizabeth as well, lol
  •  And he’s such a gentleman, so whenever he kisses the back of your hand, offers his jacket suit to you when it’s cold and treats you like a queen, for you, he’s just being polite like he was raised to be.
  • Like Jaehee, also debating on being honest and risking to lose something great. He never had someone to understand him so deeply like you do, what if he confesses and you reject him? Farewell to the most meaningful relationship he could ever have.
  • It comes to a point everybody in RFA knows his feelings for you. Everybody except you.
  • Even Zen is feeling bad for him.
  • Like: “Come on, dude! If you have something to say to her, just say it! You’re always so willing to say the weirdest shit around here and now you’re chickening out? Ugh… coward jerk!”
  • And for the first time, Jumin takes the bait and lets himself get caught by Zen’s teasing: “I’ll show you coward.”. Zen is like: “Okay, alright, let’s see what you got!”
  • “Good evening, MC! May I ask you something?” okay, this is it, guys, here he goes… “Would you be willing to try a hypothetical exercise for me?” What the hell?
  • “Yeah, sure, I guess…” “Marvelous. What would you say if I hypothetically said I have romantic feelings for you?”
  • MC is typing… HIS HEART IS ALMOST COMING OUT THROUGH HIS MOUTH, SEND HELP! “I would hypothetically say I feel the same way.” “I see. Would you go on a non-hypothetical date with me, then?” Watch and learn, Zen, watch and learn…

 

Saeyoung

  • He tried to ignore the feelings as much as he could, until he couldn’t lie to himself anymore
  • But through this process of convincing himself he didn’t like you, he probably convinced you as well.
  • So when he hugs you timidly, calls you late at night, talks to you until you fall asleep or finds excuses to see you in the most random hours of the day, to you he’s just being… well, him.
  • He would probably be someone that says “I love you” casually.
  • Like, you’re talking about whatever, he laughs and says: “Damn, MC! I just love you so much”.
  • But you don’t take it like he means it, to you he’s just one of those people who say “I love you” as in “Man, I can’t even with you sometimes…”
  • So you just laugh whenever he says he loves you. Your laugh is everything to him, but wouldn’t it be perfect if you took this seriously?
  • Low key he thinks it’s adorable how you can’t see something he’s not even trying to hide anymore. It’s part of your charms, it’s one of the reasons it makes him love you.
  • So one night you two were hanging in one of his babies, and he was being insanely flirty, singing along with the romantic song on the radio, straight up serenading you.
  • And you’re just smiling and laughing. When the song is over, he sighs and looks straight at you: “Damn, MC… I love you so much…”
  • “I love you too.” And by the way you slip your hand to hold his over the gear shift, he knows you mean exactly what you said. Damn, he really loves you…

Saeran

  • He knows he sucks tremendously  at showing his feelings
  • But come on, the fact that he bears your presence more than anyone else’s doesn’t really click anything on you?
  • And he… says things to you, he waits for your response, he pays so much attention in every single word you say and every gesture you make. Seriously, nothing?
  • He doesn’t like going out much, but you text him about getting ice cream and he answers immediately: “I’m ready and waiting at the door for you to pick me up. Hurry!”
  • He likes watching TV with you, he likes your jokes
  • It’s not like he’ll cackle or anything, but if that soft smirk on his lips doesn’t mean “marry me”, what else could it mean, for fuck’s sake?
  • The poor boy is even thinking of going to the extremes to…  ugh… ask advice from his brother.
  • But no, he needs to figure it out how to do this by himself. It’s a great way to start having a normal life!  Like, really really great, especially if you accept his feelings…
  • And well, if he doesn’t know how to get close to you in that sense, he’ll at least make sure none other guy even tries something with you.
  • “What the hell, Saeran? Are you jealous or something?” “Y-Yeah, I am jealous! So what?”
  • You blush, clearly surprised by his honesty: “So what that… it’s very cute… please do it more often…” oh, is this your own special way of saying “marry me”? He’s super down for this, to be honest.
New Sons - Part 1

From the Reader’s Choice, this was the most requested fic: Batmom taking in Conner after Superman rejects him and the boys being a little uncomfortable and Bruce being mad but her convincing them that he’s just like them (+ jokes about him looking just like all the others with dark hair/blue eyes)?

Author’s Note: So Match and Conner are from the Young Justice TV show. The timeline is a little different in this story. The Young Justice team was disbanded, Superboy was never found by the sidekicks, the Justice League found them. I think that’s all!

Let me know what you think, and if you think I should continue the series!!

You are watching up in the Watchtower when Superman finds his two clones. One made with his exact DNA, later named Match, and one who’s DNA was spliced with Lex Luthor’s DNA, later named Conner. Both boys are transported up to the Watchtower, still inside their containment pods, so J’onn can examine their mental state.

The medical bay doors slide open, and you step inside, “How are they, J’onn?”

The Martian hums, “This one, the exact clone, he is unstable. I will do my best to settle his mind, however that is not a permanent solution. Batman has already agreed to help find a cure. He believes that it is the full Kryptonian DNA, as the other one, who is half human, does not show the same signs”

“I’ll help him when I’m done here.” Glancing over at the viewing window, you glimpse a red cape slipping out of view, “How’s Superman taking all this?”

“He seems … angry … at this turn of events. He has already decided that he does not want the children”

You twitch, brow furrowing, “What does he plan to do with them?”

“He is uncertain, it is one of the reasons for his agitation”

“I’ll let you get back to work, J’onn, I want to see how far Batman has gotten with his research”

“I wish you luck”

“Bruce, you don’t understand, Clark doesn’t want the boys. He doesn’t want to take care of them, teach them to use their powers, he can barely stand to be in the same room as them, and they haven’t even woken up yet!!”

“Y/N, we don’t need any more children. Damian is already filling the Manor with animals, Tim is constantly bringing the Teen Titans here, Jason has the Outlaws, Dick may be in Bludhaven but he comes to the Manor almost every weekend, and I have Gotham to take care of. Who is going to teach these clones everything that they need to know?”

“I will!”

“Y/N …”

“No, Bruce, listen. These are two boys who have never been outside of that pod, and if they were it was to do Cadmus’ bidding! Two boys who have never known what it’s like to be a part of a family! Are you really going to let them be tossed aside by Clark? Because if you are then … then … then I’m going to move up to the Watchtower to take care of them” You cross your arms over your chest, “Yeah, that’s what I’m going to do, and you’re going to have to explain to the boys why I’m never around anymore!”

“You’re being ridiculous!”

“I am not! I want to help them in the only way I know how, by being a mother”

Bruce groans, he’s never been able to deny you anything, “Fine! But you’re the one who has to explain everything to the boys! And … and I’m mad at you!”

You raise your nose in an obnoxiously aristocratic manor, “I don’t know why you would be, they technically match”

“What?”

“Every other male child you have brought into the Manor has had dark hair, and blue eyes. Both of the Superboy’s have black hair and blue eyes. So, they match the set” It had been a running joke between you and your boys. The fact the Bruce Wayne seems to only ever adopt dark haired boys with blue eyes was a rumor that had been circling Gotham for a while. It was a joke that you had kept from your husband for several years. Well, the secret’s out now!

Bruce groans again, and you can hear him bang his head down on the lab table he’s working at. Stifling a laugh, you quickly make your way up the Batcave stairs. It’s time to have a family meeting, and let the boys know that they’ll be getting two new brothers, that is if the Superboy’s agree to your offer.

The boys all agree to come to dinner the next night, curious about the news you have for them. Once everyone is finished eating, you usher your children into the study to tell them the news.

“So, I know you all have heard about the two new Supers up in the Watchtower …”

Damian groans, “Please tell me that father has not decided to house those abominations!”

“No, Bruce didn’t decide anything … I did. I decided that we would be giving the two boys a home. Bruce is down in the cave right now, working on a serum that will stabilize one of the clones’ DNA …”

“They aren’t even stable?!? And you want to bring them here?!” Jason shoots up from his chair, angrily pacing in front of you, “Mom, you’re human, they could kill you with a look, and they aren’t even stable …”

“They will be stable once Bruce finishes the serum.” You lean forward, making it a point to meet the eyes of each of your sons, “These boys don’t have anywhere else to go. Yes, they can stay up in the Watchtower, surrounded by people who will inadvertently ostracize them, or study them. Yes, the JL can force Superman to look after him two clones, and he’ll probably stick them in his Fortress of Solitude to be taught by an AI. Or, I can bring them here, teach them about humans, help them obtain new skills, experience new things.” You rub your temples, “Boys, I took each of you in, raised you as my own, and loved you like any mother would. I can’t just sit by and watch two children suffer when I know I can help them”

Tim hums softly, and smirks, “Do they match?”

“Of course! You think I would try and bring boys into this house who don’t match! They both have black hair and bright blue eyes”

“tt, I suppose it would be a good thing to have two Supers on our side”

Dick shrugs, “Yeah, I mean I only come around for visits every once and a while, but I think it would be a good idea to make sure that two Kryptonians don’t start hating Earth”

“Good point” Tim leans back in his chair, “I would like a sample of their blood before they moved in though” He turns big eyes on you, hoping that you’ll be able to get him what his little detective brain wants.

“No, you can’t have a sample of their blood … but, I can let you look at their files” Tim lets out a triumphant shout, wiggling excitedly. Now you turn to Jason, the only one to not readily agree. “Boys, why don’t you go see what Alfred has for dessert, I need to talk to Jason alone”

Once everyone else is gone, you shift closer to your second oldest son, but before you can say anything, Jason starts to speak, “I don’t think this is a good idea! What if they turn out to be crazy? What if they go on a rampage? What if they can’t control their powers?” His voice drops, eyes no longer meeting yours, “What if they hurt you?”

Quickly slipping to kneel on the floor, you tilt Jason’s chin, forcing him to meet your eyes, “They might hurt me, Jaybird. I can’t guarantee that they won’t. But they won’t kill me, they won’t make me love you any less. If you’re that nervous about them moving in, come stay at the Manor for their first two weeks. You can help me get them settled, and see for yourself how they are, okay?”

“Okay, Mom”

“Good boy, now come on. I don’t want Dick to eat all the cookies again”

Jason flashes a brief smile, before he takes off toward the kitchen. Alfred’s cookies can be quite the motivating force among the bat family members.

It’s another week after the serum is given to the clones before J’onn thinks that it’s safe enough to wake them.

Of course, you demanded to be there. Bruce had tried to talk you out of it, but you were adamant that one of the first faces they see be yours.

The full Kryptonian, the one dubbed “Match” on his file, is the first to wake up. His eyes are frantic, instead of a white sclera his iris is surrounded by black.

Instead of letting him continue to panic you decide to step forward, “Hello” Making sure to pitch your voice low, almost in a whisper, “You don’t need to be afraid, you’re in the Watchtower, you’re safe”

“Who are you?!?”

Slowly you sit down in the chair beside his bed, making yourself smaller, less threatening. Immediately he relaxes, “My name is Y/N. What’s your name?”

“Cadmus called me Match.”

“Alright, do you want me to call you Match, or do you want to take another name?”

The clone pauses, brow furrowing, “I-I’d like to keep Match”

“Okay, I can call you Match” Extending one hand, you flash a bright smile, “It’s nice to meet you, Match”

“It’s nice to meet you too. Can you – can you tell me why I feel … different?”

“Different how?”

Match scratches the back of his head, “I feel more in control. I can think clearly now”

“I helped my husband and sons develop a serum that helped bind together the gaps and breakages in your DNA sequence. It took a few days to develop, but the serum is meant to help you gain control of the overactive aggression and adrenalin that was constantly being secreted by your brain.” You gently place a hand on Match’s, “It wasn’t your fault that you were always so out of control. The blood they managed to get from Superman was full of excess adrenalin because they got it when he was in the middle of a battle.”

“So, I’m better now?”

“You should be in more control than you were. I’m sorry that we couldn’t ask you first, but my husband didn’t want to risk you hurting anyone if we woke you up.”

Match nods, “I understand” He finally seems to notice Conner lying prone in the bed decide his, “Is that …?”

“Your brother, yes. He’s only half Kryptonian. His DNA is a combination of Superman’s and Lex Luthor’s. According to Camdus’ notes, he’s also younger than you”

“He’s my little brother? And he … isn’t as strong as me?”

“Yes, he would be considered your younger brother, and no, he isn’t going to be as strong as you”

Match’s face hardens, “I’ll protect him. Cadmus won’t get him again” He turns toward you, already shifting slightly, ready to spring in between you and his new brother, “You don’t have to worry, Match, I don’t want to hurt your brother any more than you do”

“Good”

You flash a brief smile, “I’d like to invite my friend in here, his name is J’onn, and my husband, Batman. They’ll be able to wake up your brother, and we can have this same talk with him. I was hoping that you’d be able to help him feel a little more comfortable.”

“Sure, I’d like to meet him. Cadmus kept me in that pod, they only took me out to ‘test’ me against the other clones … I always won. I couldn’t ever talk to the other clones”

“You’re away from them now, and you’ll never have to go back to them, not if I can help it”

The boy, who decides on the name Conner, is quieter than Match. He listens intently, only asking questions every once and awhile, he mainly watches you and allows Match to put an arm over his shoulder.

“Why are you doing this?”

“What do you mean?”

Conner’s lip curls slightly in a self-deprecating smirk, “I mean, why did you take us from Cadmus? What do you want us to do in order for us to keep our freedom? When are you going to put us back in our pods?”

“I’m not going to put you back in your pods, honestly my husband had to stop me from throwing those things out the air lock! You boys don’t have to do anything unless you want to. We aren’t going to force you into servitude just to keep your freedom, this isn’t some kind of bartering game. And we took you from Cadmus because … well because you’re children, and no child should be forced to grow up in some test tube! They should be able to have fun, and choose their own paths in life!”

Match nods, not hearing a single lie in your statement, “I believe you, you don’t … feel like the scientists did. You feel good, warm”

“I’m glad” You glance over at Conner, who is now leaning more into Match than he was a few minutes ago, “Now I know that you’ve only been awake for a few hours, but the sedative we gave you is still working its way out of your system. Why don’t you two go to sleep, and when you wake up we can talk a little bit more.”

Conner stands up slowly, and plops himself down on his bed. He curls up in a tight little ball, snuggling under the blankets, you barely hear the soft “Okay” before he’s completely asleep.

Match drags the bed closer so he can keep an eye on Conner, “Thank you for taking us form Cadmus. I’ve only met him once, but I know that Lex Luthor will not let Conner go very easily. He will try and take him back”

Hesitantly you reach out, running fingers through his short hair, just like you do with all your other children, “You just leave Lex Luthor to me, Match, I’ll take care of him”

The Lake House

Based off of prompt 79. “Stop hogging all the blankets!” Send in by @ssselcouth!

A/N: So I’m going to be honest here, I started writing like three different stories before settling on this one and in the end, it really had nothing to do with the prompt. BUT, I do really like this concept so I left it open for a part two. Let me know if you like it!



“Maybe you lot should just fuck and get it over with.” Niall mocked from his seat by the fireplace.

You could feel Harry flinch next to you and his arm that laid across your shoulder retreated quickly. You let out an awkward chuckle as the group around you giggled.

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Shakespeare (Part X)

(Banner made by the incredibly talented @tiostyles)

Harry X Reader (AU)

In which Harry is a poetic frat boy who just so happens to be the TA for your new English class.

Read previous parts here.

Author’s note: This is it. This is the final part. Thank you all so much for sticking around and supporting me and giving me your honest thoughts. I wouldn’t have come this far without you. All the love. Xx


It’s four-thirty in the morning.

You notice the time passively. It’s the least of your worries. You’ve been tossing and turning, in and out of sleep for the past couple hours. Harry is sprawled out across the mattress on his stomach. His legs are spread, arms outstretched. One hangs limply over your waist. He’s facing you and his cheek is pressed against his pillow, lips parted, hair disheveled. You’ve been staring at him for twenty minutes, thankful that he hasn’t woken up to your probing eyes.

He smells just as he always has when you finally shift into his body, settling your forehead against his shoulder and letting your eyes rest closed. His arm curls around you and you bask in the essence of him—the soft snores and rolling heat. You’re not sure when you’ll get to be this close again.

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