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I really want a sterek 10 Things I Hate About You AU where Stiles is the super smart but socially awkward and abrasive step-brother of the beautiful Allison Argent. 

Originally posted by paulwes

Scott is head-over-heels in love with Allison but Chris and the Sheriff (yes, they’re together and the best dads in the world) have a rule that Allison is only allowed to date when Stiles does. So, Isaac comes up with the brilliant idea of getting someone equally as awkward and abrasive: Derek Hale.

Originally posted by hobrien

(All of this drama could have been avoided if Scott had talked to Stiles about his crush on Allison, Stiles would have talked to his dads and convinced them to lift the dating rule; no drama. But clearly, Scott and Isaac didn’t think it through.)

At first, Stiles is suspicious and isn’t interested at all; he constantly turns down Derek’s attempts at flirting, thinking they’re practical jokes and set ups for pranks, but then over time Derek begins to break down his walls and Stiles breaks down Derek’s.

Originally posted by tweenw

Stiles begins to fall in love with Derek and Derek with Stiles, but it all falls apart when the conspiracy to get Derek to date Stiles so Scott can get with Allison is unveiled.Stiles, brokenhearted and betrayed runs away and Derek has to prove that he actually does like Stiles.

Allison tries to comfort her step-brother, but can only do so much. And, when all hope is lost, Stiles finds Derek standing in his front yard, soaking wet but come to tell him the truth: yes, he was paid to take Stiles out, but none of it was pretend, all emotions he had for Stiles were genuine.

They start again and go out on a proper date.

I Don’t Forgive You | Part One

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Pairing: Reader x Namjoon

Word Count: 1.7k+

Genre: Angst

 → Synopis: After years of being together, a lie is uncovered that could potentially ruin your relationship with Namjoon forever.

A/N: This is a reupload from personal blog (car-oo-uhl) which I converted to here and edited bc I wanted to make a separate blog for writing purposes. 


There’s something that clings onto you whenever you love someone. It’s a four letter word called hope. It sticks to you like gum against your favorite jeans when you unintentionally touch it from underneath a desk. No matter how hard you try to get it rid of it, it doesn’t come off. Hope doesn’t leave. But there comes a time when you just take a step back and let it be. There’s nothing more you can do to take it off.

       I guess that was where the first problem came to be. We tried so hard to ignore the clear issue at hand like it was no problem, and it slowly became to eat away at us … well at me. Then there were the the constant rumors of him being with other girls. I’d get insecure and barely speak to him, he’d get mad and start arguing. It was a cycle that we’d sadly gotten too familiar with and there wasn’t a way to fix it except exchange ‘I’m sorries’ and pretend like it never happened. But they did happen, and they did hurt me. 

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mermaid-tori  asked:

Would you do "Dance…kiss…hell, everything’s better in the rain" with with Nino, marinette, and Adrien pleeeeeeeeeeeeease, I love you so much

I LOVE this group! Thanks for the prompt, sweets! xoxo


“Dance…kiss…hell, everything’s better in the rain,” Nino grinned, spinning in a circle as the rain washed over him. “Come on!”

Adrien glanced out from beneath the canopy of their apartment building and took a step back. “I’m not the biggest fan of rain. Feline influence and all that.”

Nino rolled his eyes. “Mari, I know you won’t leave me out here to dance by myself.”

Marinette giggled, shooting Adrien a quick look before darting out into the rainy street. Nino whooped in victory and picked her up, swinging her in a circle. She laughed breathlessly as he set her feet back on the wet pavement. His arms wound around her waist and he began to sway them gently.

“You’re such a sappy romantic,” Marinette teased as she moved a hand up to cup his cheek. 

“Only for you guys,” Nino amended. “I’m quite the hardened badass to everyone else.”

“Of course,” she nodded in faux seriousness.

“You guys are going to get a cold,” Adrien warned from the dry safety beneath the awning.

“Then I guess you’ll just have to take care of us, dude,” Nino called back, picking Marinette up to spin her again.

“That doesn’t seem fair.”

“Come dance with us, Kitty!” Marinette spun away from Nino and stumbled into Adrien’s space. Her hair was plastered around her face as she beamed at him. 

Adrien brushed her drenched bangs out of her eyes. “What am I going to do with you two?”

“Love us!” She pulled him out into the rain and Nino joined them, grabbing Adrien’s other arm. 

Adrien reluctantly let them spin him, scowling as the rain water began to run down his face through his soaked hair. Nino laughed and moved the hair away, kissing Adrien’s forehead. Marinette snuggled into his side, poking the lump in his jacket and hearing Plagg grumble something about insanity. Thunder clapped in the distance and the sky began to darken.

“We should probably get inside,” Marinette sighed. “It’s too chilly out here to stay wet too long.”

As if on cue, Adrien sneezed and Nino chuckled. “Maybe we should go ahead and call in soup to be delivered.”

Adrien rubbed his nose. “I think there was some mention of kissing first.”

“He does deserve it,” Marinette reasoned. “We did pull him out here in the first place.” She leaned forward, her lips touching Adrien’s softly. He hummed happily, one arm pulling her close while the other reached for Nino. Nino took his groping hand in his and was ready and waiting as soon as his partners finished their kiss. Adrien and Nino’s kiss was shortened by a lightening strike splitting the sky. Another thunder clap rolled and all three of them jumped.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Adrien grinned. “I think I have an idea of how we can get warmed up.”


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anonymous asked:

Hello! I really love your blog. Its amazing! I adore the way you write, its simply perfect. *-* If its not too much to ask, can I get some Junkrat trying to cheer his s/o, who had a really bad, because she failed at an important exam? It happend to me today and I just need some Junkboy in my life! Thank you! ♥

[Aww thanks bean and sorry this took me awhile and very sorry to hear that love]

SFW - NB READER

The first thing that came to the Junkers ears when he casually used a piece of scrap to pry open your back window to sneak in was crying, loud heart breaking sobs coming from your room. He closed up the window and glanced around, he’d checked and double checked no one was around.  The sounds of mournful crying got louder and louder as he walked up the steps, he hissed when he almost touched the painfully white walls with his grubby hands..

“Love?” he called down the hallway, there was a bbrief pause in the crying, his name called back as confirmation.

He soon entered the room and saw you sat on your bed, eyes puffy and red, your cheeks were flushed and still wet from tears. Your nose was runny and in your hands was a piece of paper gripped so tight in shaking hands it could tare at any moment. He hobbled over and flopped on the bed with you.

“Woz with all the tears love? I’m ‘ere now so ya gotta be ‘appy right?” he showed off his teeth in a corny grin which caused the edges of your lips to curl into a small smile.

“Jamie.. I fucked up, I fucked up BIG” you whimpered and handed him the paper, he looked it over and squinted, looking at it like it was written in another dialect, it might have well been for all he knew, he sniffed in pretend understanding and nodded.

“I failed my biggest exam! I won’t get to the university I want.. I’m so.. so dumb!” the floodgates opened once more as you buried your face into your hands, heart wrenching sobs shook your form and he pulled you against him, his metal hand balling the exam paper up and throwing it across the room.

He cuddled you against him, flesh hand tangling in your hair and playing with the strands absently. He didn’t say anything, just let you cry your heart and soul out onto him, you needed it and he could tell, the hand in your hair soon ran down your back and rubbed circles, calming you.

“So wot right?” He pulled away and shrugged his shoulders.

“Ya ain’t gunna get into some fuckin’ posho waste o’ time an’ money kindergarten or woteva, ya don’t need tha’ ya so smart as it is an’ people will see tha’” he nodded to his own words, he crossed his good leg over his metal one and hmmed.

“You think?”

“Well I sure as shit didn’t go ta school an’ ya say I’m the smartest bloke ya know.. look wha’ I could do with no books an’ teachers” he waved his metal arm in your face, you chuckled a little.. that was true..

“Thanks Jamie.. I.. I just took it hard.. I’ll get over it… but…t..thanks” you smiled and dried your tears on your arm.

“Tell ya wot takes me mind off of a failure… not sayin’ I ever fail..” a high pitched cackle. “Blowin’ shit up! come on yeah?” he winked and for once you decided going into the woods to blow some rocks up was a great idea..

anonymous asked:

can you tell me abour love? what do you think it does?

i think love has the power to create feelings and situations that feel like magic, because we never imagined we were ever capable of those experiences. i also think love is the deepest desire in all of us because everything comes back around to love. our actions, the paths we take, the steps we take to get there…they’re all about love. the chase of it, the lack of it.
i think love is the most misunderstood word in all of the languages. i think it would be useful if love was portrayed realistically. like loving someone unconditionally, with no expectations in return. loving for the sake of giving your love. loving through the lulls. most of all i wish that we received clear messages from our elders, peers, and society of the importance of loving ourselves and the different ways to do that. i think that love isn’t always blooming flowers, sometimes it’s watching the dead leaves fall off with compassion. i think that love is inside of ourselves, and that’s why we’re able to perceive it outside of ourselves. i think about love a lot. 

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Tristan’s thoughts were running parallel to Wren’s while she was in the bathroom. At this point, he was convinced that she had to be pregnant, and he was surprised at how calm he felt if that were the case. As she stepped out of the bathroom and walked over to him, he was overcome with love for her. 

Tristan: Talk to me, baby. Are you okay?

Wren: Tristan, I… I think I might know why I’m throwing up and feeling so sick. But I’m kind of freaking out about it.

Tristan: You can tell me anything, Wren. Come on, turn around, let me see you.

She did, but he could tell that she was nervous. Wren took his hand tentatively and drew in a deep breath before looking him square in the eyes.

Wren: I think I’m pregnant.

thecelestialbunni  asked:

I saw someone say that you didn't go to school for UX/UI and I was just wondering, what courses/classes you would suggest to someone who is interested in going to school for UX/UI? Since both are pretty new its really hard to figure out what your first steps should be as there aren't too many degree programs below a masters degree. I really love the design aspect when it comes to the aesthetics of a website and how it can be utilized to optimize user experience on said website. I did look 1/2

2/2 on your website but I did not find anything that answered my question, but I do really love your portfolio!

What courses should you take in school for UX/UI?

First of all, I can’t exactly recommend university courses because I did not study design or art-related subjects. I don’t even know what kind of courses are offered in design. But you definitely do not need to study design in university to work in UX or UI. 1/3 of my former colleagues didn’t.

I studied psychology, and that became really beneficial for UX. I know more theories that could explain people’s needs and behaviors (important in designing UX) than my colleagues who studied design. Although, they also have skills I didn’t (or had to learn on my own) like composition and typography. But I’d say that aesthetic/artistic skills are much easier to learn on your own than psychology.

If you know all of these and know how to combine them, you’d have a huge advantage over most designers:

  • Psychology, as mentioned above, particularly cognition, perception, and behaviors
  • Design thinking i.e. using empathy for your users to solve their problems through design (it’s a bit more complex than you might think, so study more about it). Take a course in it if available. More and more art, and even business, schools are offering this now. Although, it’s also very easy to learn on your own (tons of resources on this on the internet).
  • Branding (in the marketing sense) would also be beneficial, or just read the book called The Brand Gap by Marty Neumeier.
  • Basic coding (at least html & css). I learned this by messing around with website templates you can buy on themeforest. You can take an online course on Team Treehouse or Code Academy.
  • Basic business principles. The easiest way probably to read 101 Things I Learned in Business School and google more info on topics that book mentioned.
  • Design theories, e.g. color theory, Gestalt principles, golden ratio, dynamic composition, layout, typography, etc.
  • Researching. You will have to do research (or guide research) as a UX designer. Learn how to do a competitive audit and user research.
  • An understanding that design is problem-solving for the users and the business first, and aesthetics dead last. There’s very little place for personal taste in design.

As for resources to self-study, I wrote a long blog post on it. Check this out first if you haven’t seen it already: How to Become a UX/UI Designer - A Comprehensive Guide. Follow the link at the bottom of that post to see the full article that include resources. I also have a few other design-related posts on my design blog.

-eilamona

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I HAVE THE BEST HUSBAND.

All other husbands have to step up their game.
I AM PUTTING YOU ALL ON NOTICE.

Because this is what Werepenguin just gave me. He saw the commission that the amazingly-sweet and wonderfully-talented @yliseryn did for me of Allura in my wedding dress, and this idea began to form in his mind.

And this? This isn’t just Allura in my wedding dress. It’s Shiro in Werepenguin’s suit & tie. That’s OUR cake with OUR cake topper. And then Louise, being the utter sweetheart she is, added the b&w images. And then Werepenguin asked her for color versions of THOSE.

And, on top of all of this, I now have a 20x30 METAL PRINT of that top image that I can hang in our home so everyone can see it. Because this is how happy the memory of our wedding day makes him, even 8 years out. (Well, almost 8 years; he gave this to me as an early anniversary present because he couldn’t stand to sit on it any longer.)

I cried when he gave it to me. I’m crying a bit now. I married the most wonderful man and he is absolutely the best thing in my life and if there’s anything that proves that it’s that I cannot come up with the words to describe how I feel.

@joshkeaton @thebestlaurenmontgomery @bext-k

firsts ✰ peter parker

summary : a collection of firsts between you and your beloved boyfriend, peter benjamin parker. 

author’s note : y’all okay this is so long my apologies i just??? went so overboard??? because i loved this so much?? also i could probably do more of these because it’s so cute and there are more things that could be added this was just already so long

  • the first time you meet peter, you’re pretty sure, at least just for a second, that you’ve officially met the human form of sunshine
  • seriously he’s always so happy??? and smiling??? and it’s honestly makes him so attractive to you in the first place
  • other than the exceptionally cute face that keeps angling itself toward you ever so slightly in ap chem class that thursday morning 
  • you’re both in lab and he’s sitting at his shared table with ned and he’s supposed to be making the mixture for his webs but oh well he’d rather stare at you like he does in every class you have together
  • (it’s three, three classes and two free periods and lunch and your locker is four down from his, not that he’s paying much attention to that sort of thing)
  • finally ned encourages him to walk up to you in class and ask for an extra beaker one day
    • “do you want my hat for some confidence boosts”
    • “no ned you’re the only one who can wear that hat properly”
    • “you’re not wrong”
  • so peter casually strolls up to your table where you’re sitting alone because your partner is absent and he bumps into the front of the desk 
  • you glance up from your work to see him holding his ribcage and mumbling under his breath
    • “oh, hi peter!” you say cheerfully
    • “wait you know my name?” ohmygodohmygod she knows who i am what the hell oh my god
    • “well duh, we have three classes together of course i do”
  • the best way to describe him in that moment is having lit up from within
  • he instantaneously smiles so wide and so excitedly as he realizes that you’ve noticed him too and maybe not in the same way he’s been noticing you but it doesn’t matter because it’s something 
  • he can work with something
  • and he definitely does
  • from the moment he slid into the empty seat next to you, turning around to give ned a completely obvious thumbs up with another wide grin, you knew you were goner
  • the first time you hold hands with peter you’re on the train with him going to meet may for the first time
  • you’re sort of together but not really but at the same time everyone knows that you and peter are pretty much dating
  • anyways peter really wants you to meet his aunt because she’s his favorite person ever but you’re slowly becoming a contender for that title
  • also may has been relentlessly asking to meet you for the past month and a half of you and peter developing strong feelings for each other so he figures now is as good a time as any
  • especially since he’s planning on asking you to be his girlfriend in the very very near future
  • so you’re taking the train back to his apartment and there’s barely any room for the both of you to sit unless he goes across the cart and the last thing this cutie wants to do is leave you 
  • he’s chilling and holding onto the pole thing by your seat and his other hand is dangling at his side kind of close to yours and he really wants to grab your hand so his fingers are kind of like twitching awkwardly ‘cause he’s not sure whether or not he should just lean down and go for it
  • you’re the one that goes for it in the end, shifting your bag on your lap before you reach out to hold his hand kind of loosely in case he doesn’t really want to
  • but he really wants to
  • and the blood rushes to his face so quickly when he glances down to see you shyly smiling up at him with your hand in his not quite firmly enough 
  • he laces his fingers through yours and makes sure you know he wants to do this more than anything else 
  • peter kind of adores hand holding
  • it makes him super happy and he feels safe and loved and cared for when you hold his hand for that first time 
  • he swings your hands back and forth between you as you trek to his apartment and he does it an exaggerated fashion that makes you laugh
  • he’s happy, so happy
  • the first time he kisses you is that same day, and it’s also the day he officially becomes your boyfriend
  • basically it’s a day neither you nor him would ever or could ever forget
  • you had just arrived at his building and you were both just standing there staring at each other with your hands still clasped together 
  • he had a dopey little happy adorable grin on his face as he bounced on his heels slightly and that made you smile so hard as well 
  • he looked like the most excited little boy ever 
  • which he was, if you really think about it
  • anyway he kind of just moves his hands up to your face for like a second and he hesitates but you nod and tell him that it’s okay so he presses them against your cheeks
    • “i- i wanna… can i… i’m gonna kiss you is that okay maybe”
    • “yeah pete, that’d be okay with me” you smile really softly at him and he nods again and he’s so nervous
  • he leans in and you lean in and you’re so close that you can practically feel his eyelashes delicately fluttering against your cheeks 
  • and then he closes his eyes and he kisses you and it’s only for like four seconds but it’s okay because you’re sure that it’s the best kiss you’ve ever experienced in your life
  • when he pulls back he’s so blushy and cute and shy with his head ducked slightly so you can’t look at him when he asks the next question
    • “so- um, maybe when i- i introduce you to may, i could possibly call you my… girlfriend? maybe? if you’d like to be…”
    • “PETERYESI’VEBEENWAITINGIWOULDLOVETOBE”
    • “OHOKAYIMSORRYTOKEEPYOUWAITING”
    • “IT’SFINEIREALLYLIKEYOU”
    • “ILIKEYOUMORE OKAY COOL LET’S GO MEET MAY”
  • the cutest babes ever :’))
  • the first time he calls you babe is maybe a week or two later
  • he doesn’t really mean to but it slips out and he can’t take it back
  • after seeing your reaction to it he doesn’t want to it back anyhow but before he notices how bright you beam at him he definitely slaps a hand over his face in embarrassment 
    • because like,,, is that even allowed am i supposed to say things like that what are relationship rules is that okay ohmygod
  • so you’re sitting at his desk and you’re going over calc homework with him and you’ve got a pen cap stuck between your lips as you concentrate and he is on his bed with one hand on his cheek and an elbow propping him so he can gaze at you the way an art connoisseur would admire a painting in the MET and he can’t help it
  • it just slips out like
    • “i got really lucky when i met you babe”
    • but he doesn’T MEAN TO SAY BABE AND HIS HEART KIND OF GOES !!!!!!!! but in a bad way
    • he’s like ah fuck i ruined it
    • but you spin around in his little spinny chair that you love and you grin at him and then he relaxes a bit and thinks hey ok good job peter so suave and charming nice one man and pats himself on the back a bit
    • “babe huh”
    • he tries to play it cool but he squeaks out “ummm yeah well like if you’re cool with it ya know haha” 
  • spoiler alert ! you’re v cool with it
  • the first time he says i love you isn’t during some big grandiose argument about him being spider-man
  • in fact it’s probably the lamest fucking thing ever and he kind of regrets not making it a bigger deal to tell you that he loves you but like whatever
  • it makes for a funny story
  • he’s been up with you the past two weeks studying for a history final that has you stressed out you haven’t kissed him hello in like… two days
  • you get out of your final and you’re like sweating from the stress of it and from holding your breath while answering questions because half of the shit you studied for isn’t on the test??? and like??? american education system whatever bye
  • he doesn’t even have a test that day but he waits outside the room for the hour and a half anyway
    • “you probably aced it babe you’re so smart i bet you did wonderfully i’m so sure of it”
    • “when i go to summer school you’re gonna wanna take those words back peter benjamin parker”
      “shut up let me supportive gosh y/n… anyways wanna go get celebratory donuts, my treat obviously”
    • “yes let’s go right now”
  • so another few days pass and you’re getting the tests back and peter skips the last ten minutes of his advanced english class to linger outside your door so he can be the first to greet you when you leave
  • the bell rings and you’re the last one out 
  • (this is mostly to tease peter because you know he’s outside the door he’s not good at being inconspicuous even if he’s spider-man)
  • you finally come out and he bounds over to you with wide eyes and places his hands on your shoulders 
    • *drmatically* “tell me the news”
    • *sadly* “well i…” *dramatic pause* “acED IT WITH FLYING COLORS PETER I PASSED !!!!!”
    • he practically squeals with happiness and he hugs you so tightly you’re lifted off your feet as he babbles on “oh my gosh i knew you could do it i’m so proud i love you so much you’re so smart i can’t believe i’m with a genius wow”
  • you step back with your mouth sort of agape in shock and peter tilts his head at you in confusion because he didn’t know that he said it just came out like words tend to do with him
    • “peter”
    • “what?????”
    • “you just you loved me”
    • “wait i did” he takes a moment to remember what he said and then he does and he just goes “aw damn it that’s not how i wanted to say it now it’s ruined god damn it”
    • and you’re just like the epitome of the heart eyes emoji because he looks so distraught that he ruined the moment 
    • “peter shut up for a second you dummy i love you so much too”
    • “oH REALLY WOW THAT’S AWESOME
  • he’s a huge dork
  • but you wouldn’t have it any other way because this is the nerd that you love and would love for as long as possible

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GoT 7x07 Finale Thoughts

So it’s finally here. The finale. The epic conclusion for this epic season… lol I’m kidding. This season has been a mess and so was this episode. But as always, let’s begin to unpack the nonsense to hopefully find some sense to it all. 

We begin the episode with Grey Worm and the Unsullied and Bron and Jaime overlooking them before the Dothraki come riding up. At first, I’ll be honest, I was wondering how the hell Grey Worm managed to escape Casterly Rock while Euron surrounded the place with his ships? Of course, it’s because everyone’s going to the Dragonpit meeting and bringing the might of their armies in the case it all goes to shit. I find that interesting because if not for this meeting, I believed there was no way Grey Worm would’ve come out unscathed. I still feel like either Grey Worm or Missandei is going to die soon and it’s going to take a large toll on the other, forcing them to question their previously unwavering loyalty to Dani. 

Nevertheless, this episode isn’t about that. It was just a stray thought. Let’s move onto the next scene, which I found interesting. Jon looks towards King’s Landing and asks, “why would anyone want to live there?” which just goes to cement his love for the North. So repeat after me, Jon Snow would never be happy in King’s Landing or anywhere south of Winterfell. It’s not who he is. It’ll never be who he is because Jon Snow is loyal to the North. Although it really doesn’t feel like it this episode, we’ll get to that in a moment. 

There are a lot of reunions happening during the Dragonpit scenes. A lot of it feels very gratuitous, like D&D is all ‘look we got all your favs in one place, isn’t this cool!’ But nah D&D, what would be cool is a consistent and sensical plot with character continuity. Nevertheless, this is what we got and I did really love the interactions between Tyrion and Podrick, Tyrion and Bronn and the original OT3 together again. Also, the little exchange between Brienne and the Hound was kind of adorable, which is not an adjective I would’ve used for their relationship. I just really liked how proud they both seemed of Arya.

On this walk to the Dragonpit, there was one conversation that I paid particular attention to, which was Jorah talking about the history of the Dragonpit and why it was created:

“Dragons don’t understand the difference between what is theirs and what isn’t. Land, livestock, children. Letting them roam free around the city was a problem.”

We’ve already seen that this is the case with Dani’s dragons when it burnt a child and I feel like this may come up again in S8. Look, if centuries of Targaryens couldn’t control their dragons, how will Dani? She ain’t that special. Even she’s said that those dragons can’t be tamed. They’re a danger to Westeros, just as the Others are. Both ‘Ice’ and ‘Fire’ are destructive forces to the fate of the Seven Kingdoms. By the end of the story, both will die. 

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I really want to share this great analysis I just read on reddit. It’s a take on boatsex I haven’t seen yet and I agree with everything OP said! Source here. :)

Before I start in on this, I’ll admit I’ve watched this scene countless times. Not ashamed. I’m about to break it down on how I think the editing (a particular moment of boatsex + Bran’s VO intermixed) is very intentional and a condensed summarization of how Jon and Dany will respond to Jon’s parentage reveal next season. My opinion is that they would not have had Bran’s VO happen during this specific moment if we weren’t meant to read into how Jon and Dany “respond”.

So, everybody knows sex scenes are often meticulously choreographed, sometimes just as much as action scenes. That being said I want to take us to the particular moment during boatsex just as Jon breaks away from kissing Daenerys. Watch the scene without Bran’s voiceover and it reads like: Dany and Jon look into each other’s eyes, overwhelmed by their love for each other, that this is finally happening and then Jon resumes to passionately kiss Dany, and she’s just as into it as he is.

Now, take that same moment into context with Bran’s voiceover. Jon breaks the kiss just before we get “He’s never been a bastard.” I think what follows in those 13 seconds foreshadows Jon and Daenerys’ responses to learning the truth next season.

The first shot is of Dany as Bran’s line sinks in. Her eyes search Jon’s face, her eyebrows raised slightly almost as if questioning and then we see a tiny hint of a smile on her lips. She’s almost on the verge of tears… she’s not the last Targaryen, she’s not alone. It’s not negative. She’s touched by this revelation.

Then we shift to Jon, and the shot of him is longer than Dany’s. As I stated before he’s overwhelmed, and he too, is searching Dany’s face. He’s reeling and confused from the “never been a bastard” bombshell, his breathing almost to the point of shuddering (similar to his post resurrection scene) … then Bran continues “He’s the heir to the Iron Throne” and Jon sighs, but his coming to terms with this second bombshell is far less considerable than the first. What does this tells us in my opinion?

A) The news he’s never been a bastard is what’s going to really hit Jon like a ton of bricks. It’s an identity crisis, Ned not being his true Father.

B) “He’s the heir to the Iron Throne” Jon’s minor reaction shows how his having the best claim isn’t going to affect him by comparison to his reaction to not being a bastard.

Jon has kept distance, albeit narrowly, between him and Dany this whole time, trying to take this all in, but after “He’s the heir to the Iron Throne” his face totally reads “Ok, fuck it all. I love her” and he goes back in for the kiss, even more determinedly than before. For me, this tells us even though Jon was the one to pull away, he will also be the one to take the first step in reigniting their romance. Feelings will outweigh facts which might have torn them apart had they not fallen in love before learning the truth.

In summary: The truth will cause tension, and a small separation between them (Jon will instigate this), but they’ll come back together (Jon will also instigate), and their relationship will be even stronger than before.

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meredith grey in season one ≡ I can’t think of any one reason why I want to be a surgeon, but I can think of a thousand reasons why I should quit. They make it hard on purpose. There are lives in our hands. There comes a moment when it’s more than just a game, and you either take that step forward or turn around and walk away. I could quit but here’s the thing, I love the playing field.

We Have Tonight - Harry Styles Imagine

“I think you just need to get over her,” Jeff says as Harry is staring out the window of their rented car whilst here in New York City. He rubs his bottom lip between his thumb and pointer finger, gently pulling at it as his eyes wandered the busy streets outside the car.

It was easy to say those words to Harry, but Jeff wouldn’t ever understand how you made Harry feel. It wasn’t some little crush, or a fling for lack of better words, it was falling in love in the worst of ways. Being the worst because it didn’t work out. What Harry imagined as a long lasting love, ended with tabloids and teary eyes. Things didn’t go the right way, instead it felt as though you and Harry had fallen while trying to made such a big leap together. Now all he had were some bruises and a broken heart.

“Don’t think I’ll ever get over ‘er, mate,” Harry mutters. Just then they’re driving into the hectic area of New York that is Times Square. And there you are, plastered on the sides of the buildings.

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One Last Time
Tom comes back from filming out of the country, only confess to something he did days later. After months of not seeing or talking to one another, Tom stops by and you can’t help, but express how much you miss him.

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Tom Holland x Reader

Includes
Smut, (ex)Boyfriend!Tom, Rough!Tom, Angry Sex, Break Up Sex

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Surprising Secret; H.S.

To say that I was just a little bit nervous, was quite the understatement. But walking around with just my lingerie, covered by a large trench coat, also felt… quite empowering. I forgot that I had matters to attend to before I’d be seeing Harry tonight; being surrounded by so many people and having this little secret to myself; I’ve never felt this way.

My heels click along the sidewalk, a rhythmic beating that only hyped me up more. Only a few blocks and I’d arrive at Harry’s flat, and I’d see just how surprised I could get him with my small gift.

Our meet-ups were irregular, to say the least. But that didn’t take away the thrill that erupted in my body every single time Harry’s name popped up on my phone. It was almost always the same message:

Are you busy tonight? – H.

And the text I had received held just those words. I almost never turned down his offer for some unadulterated obligation-free fun. I can’t remember when it started, or how, but I was willing to just receive bits and snippets of Harry whenever he had the time. I was single, anyway – and not planning on changing that any time soon.

My contemplation is cut short when I see the familiar large front door come into view. I grant myself another big, nerve-calming breath, and take the few steps up.

“Hi love, lovely to see you again.” Harry greets me, smirk plastered on his lips, his body leaning against his slightly opened doorway. “Likewise H. Mind letting me in? It’s quite cold out, as you know.” I wink, immediately pushing through the door and inviting myself in without another word slipped past Harry’s lips.

“There’s something different about you.” Harry comments as he feel him following me into his living room. I come to a halt at the back of his sofa, my fingertips pressing into the divine leather as I wait for him to enter the room as well.

“Confidence can carry you a long way.” I smirk, turning on my heel and resting my ass against the leather. He slowly approaches me – his gaze is penetrating, although I can’t decipher which emotion he holds behind them.
“Apparently so, yeah.”

“Come on, Y/N. Let me take your coat.” Harry smiles genuinely, stepping closer as he holds his hand out. I unbutton the few buttons that keep my secret hidden from Harry, leaving my coat on. “Of course, H.” I smile. The confidence that courses through me isn’t something I knew I possessed, but I wish it would stick with me until the end of time. I haven’t felt this high in forever.

His hands trail towards my shoulders as I spin a circle, letting Harry glide my coat off of my shoulders. I don’t see his face, but I hear his breathing hitch, a small gasp leaving his lips. “It was your birthday someday this year, right?” I laugh, turning back around, licking my lips as I see the fire blazing in Harry’s eyes.

“Once a year, yeah.” Harry stutters, his eyes glued to my frame. I take a step closer, my hands fluttering over his clothed chest before I grasp it, pulling him closer. “I like seeing you all flustered.” I press my lips against his in an urgent manner. I’ve missed him – missed his touch.

There’s something that seems to click in Harry’s mind and he kisses back with even greater force, his hands cupping my ass and pulling me incredulously close. A moan passes from my lips and I lean my lower body closer to his, using his sofa as leverage.

“How I’ve missed – “ a kiss on my neck, “that ass – “ another kiss to my collarbone, “of yours.” Harry mutters in between, sending heat straight to my core. My fingers are grasping onto Harry’s wild locks for dear life; my leg rubbing along his jean-covered thigh.

Instead of trying to come up with a proper answer I tug his shirt off his toned torso in one swift, fluid motion. I’m meddling with the buckle of his belt when a tiny shriek leaves my lips, Harry’s arms lifting me up as he carries me towards his bedroom.

He drops me onto the bed and I bounce back, my hair fanned out across the neatly made bed. “Is this new?” He motions to the only articles of clothing still covering my private parts and with a curt nod, a smirk grows on his features. “I like.”

“Of course you do.” I hook my pointer finger in his boxers and pull him closer. He kicks off his jeans as he leans over me, our lips hooking into another passionate kiss. His fingers skilfully remove the last bits of clothing as I try my best to do the same – failing miserably.

He aids me and covers my whole body with his, hands wandering, lips pressing everywhere, moans slipping from both our lips. I’m not in the mood for foreplay, it’s been too long since we’ve been together and I can’t wait to feel him again.

I do believe he feels the same as he already starts guiding himself in between my legs, his lips stilling on my collarbone. A sigh leaves his lips as he enters me, followed by a low moan passing my own.

His pacing is slow, exploring, as if this is the first time we’ve been together. I know it isn’t, but it does feel like it. I haven’t seen Harry in months, and I was craving his touch with every fibre of my being.

Without giving it a second thought, the words slip from my lips. As soon as they have though, I press my lips together in a thin line, focusing everywhere but on Harry. It’s words I’ve never spoken to him before, although I’ve felt this many times.
“I’ve missed you too, Y/N.”

His teeth sink into the soft skin of my neck while he picks up his pace. His thrusts are quite irregular, as if his mind isn’t with him in the exact moment. I don’t give it another thought as I feel pleasure taking over my body. My fingertips are digging into Harry’s shoulder blades and it edges him on to go even faster.

The only sound filling the air is skin against skin, mixed in with different moans dripping from our tongues. I weave my fingers through his locks once more and give a tight pull, dragging a desperate growling sound from Harry. It causes a shiver to erupt along my naked body and I press my perky breasts against Harry’s hot, flushed chest.

We’re a mingling mess, but it’s just as I love it to be. His hand squeezes my ass roughly and it spirals me even closer to my impending orgasm. I can sense Harry is close to, and to aid him, I start swivelling my hips along his; chasing us closer and closer.

It hits me suddenly, waves of pleasure taking over my body and I chant Harry’s name over and over again as I slowly dwell down from my orgasm. I become aware of Harry still chasing his own, and I pull his body closer against mine. My teeth sink into his shoulder, kitten licking it afterwards.

I slowly drag my lips across his skin towards his ear, again nibbling just the slightest bit on his earlobe before I breathe into his ear; little, heavy moans leaving my lips as I show him just how much I enjoy this moment between us. It seems it’s all that Harry needs as he grunts and stills; his hand gripping my neck tightly, head hidden by my hair.

“That was – I –“ Harry tries to say something, still hidden, and I shut him up as I squeeze both his ass cheeks roughly, growling underneath him. “Hm.”

“I forgot about the sounds you make, Y/n. Damn.” Harry groans as he rolls off me, sprawled against his bedding as his chest heaves up and down at a rapid pace. A giggle passes my lips as I turn onto my side, my nails slowly dragging along his toned abdomen. I see his cock twitch as I do so, Harry’s eyelids fluttering closed.

“Unless you want to go again, right now, I advise you to stop.” Harry moans and I stutter for the shortest moments before moving again. “I don’t think I’d mind that much.”
Harry growls again, pulling my frame close to his. His blunt nails dig into my thigh, slowly dragging up towards my ass before kissing me again.

“Just a second of breath-catching, Y/n. Please.”
“Well okay…” I let out a little whine, my fingertips ghosting along his stomach towards his private regions, lingering there as I see Harry visibly shudder. “I’m not done with you anyway.” I chuckle, dropping my hand all together before reaching for the duvet underneath us.

“Oh, you’re in for a treat.” Harry groans again, kneading my breast in his left palm, tongue wetting his plump lips. I shudder at the anticipation of what the evening might still hold for me.

How to Break a Heart || p.p

Summary: In which Peter craves to break yet another heart.

Words: 2727

Warnings: Peter being an a-hole, angst, a few swears, probably pretty shitty lmao

Comments: So this was written awhile back, but I thought it’d be interesting to write an AU of Peter being a fuckboi, lol. Enjoy!

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Step One: Find a victim

He planned it perfectly.

Playing your feelings; smirks and stares shared between the two unlikely matches. Love filled eyes repaid by a wink and a smile that brought girls to their knees.

He was what every girl looked for: built body, soft brown eyes. A smile that lit up a room, hair tousled just the right way without trying. He had everyone under his control - his command, if he took advantage of it - always knowing when someone was ready.

When someone was ready to join his game.

He chose you long ago; shy girl with a big smile and doe eyes . You were a naïve, little girl. And everyone knows naïve, little girls always believed whatever you said.

He just didn’t know you were different.

You were his next playing piece, his next victim, and he knew exactly how to pull at your heart strings. He couldn’t just have you yet - no. He knew all too well that he could get you within a snap.

But, like a kid to their dinner, he liked playing with his food; and he’d mess with you till he knew you were wrapped around his finger. Till he knew there was no way you could turn him down.

It took a few months. Longer than usual, but he knew that he captured your attention, and he was ready to attack.

He was ready to start his game.

~~

You wanted to fall for his games.

All the words he whispered into your ear, all the kisses you thought were reserved only for you. All the I love yous he’d press into your ears and all the touches he’d leave to linger on your skin. The familiar tingles that ran up your arms every time his hands caressed yours.

You were miserably caught in his game; a loser who only ever wanted to win.

When he finally won you over; when he chose you out of all the girls that crossed his path. When he realized he was bored of his original toy, when he was hungry for a another playing piece, you were there.

You fell right into his trap; and you don’t know if you regret it or not.

Because, even if you knew what he does to girls and even if you knew he’d never love you. Even if you knew you were nothing more than a little path in his little game. Even if you knew all his lies.

You always came running back.

It wasn’t your fault you were meant to love the only person who didn’t know what the word even meant.

Because, to him, love was completely different. Some say he confused lust and love and decided to ignore all the signs that showed him what love really was; this was his game. He made up the rules and knew exactly what he was doing.

He just needed you to put it all together.

Step Two: Get them to fall for you

He was persistent, to say the least.

It started with the constant flirting; your ears filled with obnoxious boasting, his mint breath fanning your face a little too close to comfort. You were tired by the first day, everything he said was just bullshit in your ears. The constant names of babe, darling and love becoming repetitive - a routine.

But, somewhere along the line of the egotistical boasting and the laughing between class; the constant compliments and the toothy grin. Between everything, a friendship soon blossomed. It was unconventional and down right ridiculous, but you found yourself enjoying the brown-eyed boys’s company.

He became your best friend.

And it wasn’t long before he was more - more to you.

He could see it; in the way your eyes sparkled every time you saw him, eyes gleaming with something he’d seen all too well many times before. He knew you were falling, and he knew you were falling fast. Right into his arms.

Right into your demise.

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It was part of the fun, he thinks.

Seeing how long it took him to gain your trust, gain your friendship. He’s never taken this road before; testing new strategies to kill girl’s heart’s under his grip, and he thinks he likes this one the best.

You fell fast, with no hesitance, without stopping, you were falling hard and you were falling fast, not having a care in the world so long as you ended up in his arms. And he was there, standing, just waiting for you to fall right into the arms of your beloved best friend.

But he knew from the beginning he was never your friend; he wasn’t capable of being your friend.

I mean, what monster would befriend a meal?

Step three: Pull them into a false comfort

For this to work, he needed to love you.

It was an equation to him - hold her close, but not too close. Look into her eyes, but look away the split second she leans in. Love her, love her just enough for her to stay - and he knew exactly what he needed to do to make you fall into his trap, left to rot till he let you out again.

He planned every little touch, every little look, every goddamn word that left you hands reaching out to his – everything. He found it quite amusing as to what he could get out of you through a simple caress of his hand. He strung you around like a doll, throughly enjoying playing his little game with someone so willing.

But -

But at times, he felt something.

It wasn’t love - how was he supposed to know what it was when he couldn’t tell the difference between that and lust - love and hunger - when everything he did was driven by a love he never knew about. That he could never see.

But, when he saw the love blossom in your eyes, when he saw the smile the first time he said “I love you.” When he saw you trusting him, he felt something he thought he never would.

Guilt.

It was such a simple feeling, but he knew it would lead to his ultimate downfall - a painful loss in what was supposed to be his game - and he couldn’t let it show.

He couldn’t make himself weak when he was this far in the game.

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You didn’t know if you knew about what he was doing.

After so many years, you felt as if you knew you were just another toy - a plaything he always had around him, tearing it about piece by piece before all he had was this.

A tattered shell of a girl who was whole only a few months before. He was so good at pretending and acting and was just so good at what he did and what he was doing, you found yourself believing everything he said.

You thought you knew, you thought you were smarter.

But all you were was a girl in love with the wrong boy.

Step Four: Slowly start tearing them apart

He needed to take it slow.

Step by step, piece by piece, he needed to slowly tear you apart - drive you crazy. He’s done this a million times before, but he doesn’t think it’s been as easy as it was with you. He loved your willingness to correspond with his actions, to follow what he did and what he said and drink it all up like it was the truth.

He started tearing you apart, and he thinks he didn’t even have to do the first step - you already did it for him.

He’d come home later and later every single night and he knows it’s tearing you apart.

Because, you see, you made the first step so easy for him.

You cared for him; and that’s all he needed before this step went into full swing.

He’d come home, perfume in his wisp, but an apology on his lips, the words I love you, I promise it won’t happen again crossing over and over again in your mind. The questions you told yourself, no answers to go along with them. You slowly started questioning if you were good enough - good enough for Peter - a god in the eyes of a small, naïve little girl.

Your confidence was plummeting, but that didn’t stop you from from falling yourself, right into the arms of your beloved boyfriend - someone who was never there to begin with.

He was just a ghost in the eyes of a broken girl who was too blind to see the truth.

~~

He was so close.

He sees it - he sees it in how your eyes follow his when they linger too long on a girl across the room. He hears the desperation in your words when you tell him you love him - you love me too, right? - and he always answered yes, a smile on his pink lips and a sparkle in his eyes.

You believed him; of course you did. You were strung up in all the lies that you couldn’t see - stuck in an invisible maze where the only way to get out was cut your way out. You were miserably lost, but you were okay.

You were okay because you had Peter.

Even if he smelled of something different every night, and even if his eyes never filled with love when he saw you; even if you knew you were never enough for the king who was too high on his pedestal to reach - even if you knew, you knew you could never stop loving him.

It was possibly one of the biggest things you could’ve given him; your heart so willingly put on your sleeve even if Peter already tattered its insides - even if it’s hollow from everything he did.

He doesn’t feel bad anymore. Some would say he was so, so heartless to say so, but it wasn’t his fault.

It was yours for falling in love. It was yours for breaking yourself in the process.

It was yours for believing in him.

Step Five: Leave them wondering what went wrong

You should’ve seen it coming.

You should’ve seen all the signs, you should’ve bolted away from the heart that was so willingly given to you. Every touch, every word, every fucking lie he pressed into your lips.

You should’ve seen it coming - you should’ve been able to stop it.

But you couldn’t. You couldn’t because you were blinded by the love you had for him. You were blinded by the words that you thought would fix this, by the hope of somewhere, somehow, having him love you back.

(You learned soon enough that monsters could never love what was already devoured).

Your little heart was all you had to scavenge, pouring all you had into a relationship you thought could last -

Into the boy you thought you loved.

But when you saw him, a girl dangled by his side, lips attached in the poison that brought tears to your eyes, you had no strength to hold onto what little you had. You let hope get the better of you, letting yourself believe with some sort of faith that your small voice calling out to him would bring him back to you.

“P-Peter?”

He didn’t seem to hear you or your heart shattering the floor.

He could pick what he heard; and he decided to leave your heartbreak for later.

Step Six: Leave their heart under the ground

You didn’t see him for weeks.

He didn’t seem to care for what you felt that night - his plan, his game finally ended, a sweet victory with another girl in his grasp - and he didn’t care if the sheets you once shared were stained with the tears of the girl he never loved.

He didn’t care as long as he won his game.

But he wasn’t finished; he had one more step, one more lie to break you down. He planned everything out, every word he would spit at you, the smirk he’d throw at the broken eyes of the girl with the broken soul.

He knew everything that was going to happen. He’s done it countless of times before and he knows it’ll be just as sweet with you.

He thought he had everything planned.

But just as always, he was wrong.

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“It’s okay, Peter.”

He didn’t expect those words to come out of your mouth.

Your lips held a sad smile, eyes shadowing red in the sight of the boy who broke your heart. You spent countless of hours on tears - ramblings of what you could’ve done better whispered to yourself through the screams of your heart, voice shouting out to the boy you once loved - you spent hours breaking yourself down to the point where you were left a mess.

You wanted to hate him with every fibre of your being.

But, no matter how much you wanted to hate him - to spit words like shards that would cut out his voice like knives - you just couldn’t bring yourself to do so.

He didn’t deserve that victory.

You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of your tears spilt onto his wrists. He wanted to do that - to break you.

You wouldn’t let him know how much you’re hurting.

So instead, your hands cupped his face, eyes bright as your lips are brought to his, one last peck for one last victory.

“Goodbye, Peter.”

He never thought victory could taste so bittersweet.

~~

He thought he won.

He thought he’d broke you down to nothing.

But when your lips met his, your eyes shadowing the love you once had for him - all the happiness he brought into your life with the simple presence of his smile - a pang in his chest set him back as he stood on your door step.

Guilt.

He hadn’t felt that for so long - not since your first kiss, not since he first said he loved you - but it came back to slap him in the face. It wasn’t guilt for you, no he felt something much worse for you.

He felt guilty for loving you.

He felt guilty for falling in love with someone who was supposed to mean nothing more than dust on the floor.

It came to haunt him on his walk to victory.

Even in the end, even if he won his little game - even if he strung you and broke you till you were nothing but dust on the floor, even if he succeeded in every step, he found his heart was exactly where yours was:

Beaten, broken; barely holding on under the soil that covered it.

He messed up. He messed up your life - his in the process and he didn’t even know it. Because, before all of this - before all the feelings, before he chose you and before he started playing you, he never knew you’d be different. Because you taught him what love was in the touch of your hands, in the way you’d always hang onto him even if he wasn’t there to hold onto you. He learned what it was because it was all you ever gave him. He learned the difference between love and lust and he knew you were it.

You were love.

Inside his head - inside his heart - feelings are banging against each other, every goddamn thing’s reminding him of you and he can’t think straight anymore, but he knows one thing.

He’s sorry.

Sorry that he chose you; sorry that he played you.

He’s sorry that he loved you. That he loved you when it was too late; when his name already brought a venom to your lips, and his presence was only the reminder of your heartbreak.

He’s sorry he ever fell in love.

He’s sorry that it’s too late.

Final Step: Realize there was more than one heart broken

He didn’t realize he set himself up for heartbreak. He never knew that he’d miserably lose a game that he created. He didn’t know that his dismay would be from a naïve, little girl like you. Because he believed that you were strung around his finger - he just didn’t bother to notice he was wrapped around yours too.

Love’s a cruel game sometimes, that came to Peter soon enough. And even the most skilled can fall from a pedestal that was maybe too high for them anyways.

And Peter fell -

And he fell hard.

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