he never leaves his hair alone

After I left him

I threw out all of my lingerie.
I started growing my hair back out
because we both knew that I had cut it in spite.
I ignored his phone calls.
I ignored my mother’s phone calls.
I felt sick every time I thought about that night
when I tried to get him to fuck me
next to the standing mirror
and he asked politely if we could move to the bed.

In a drunk voicemail,
he accused me of leaving him for someone else
instead of just leaving for myself.
So for months, I smeared my lipstick on purpose
and never went to bed alone.
When his flowers came, I tossed them out.
When he mailed me one of his old sweaters,
I opened the box and I laughed.
But it sat it its box on my bedroom floor
for the next six weeks
as a reminder to feel bad about myself.

One day it just didn’t feel good
to feel bad anymore.
I stopped encouraging strangers on OKCupid
to berate me for leaving
by telling them the story of how I packed up
and ran off while he was at work.
I stopped letting people berate me for it.
When my mother found the nerve to tell me
that I should have stayed with him because he loved me,
I found the nerve to tell her: that was exactly why I left.
Now when I come home to an empty bed
I don’t feel guilty for wanting it that way.

— 

“After I Left Him” Trista Mateer (5 of 30)

after Kristina Haynes

Stiles and Lydia are together in 6b and they get into this fight. It’s really big, and they’re frustrated and angry and hollering and they’ve never quite fought like this. It’s clearly killing both of them, but neither of them know how to stop. Stiles is basically pulling his hair out, so he decides to leave. Just storms out the door and slams it behind himself, leaving Lydia all alone in the center of her bedroom. 

Lydia swallows, staring at the door, then slowly sits down on the bed and just breathes, her eyes wide and her mouth turned down like she’s fighting with herself not to cry. And then the door flies open and Stiles walks back into the room, still looking totally harried. And he’s like “Okay, no, nope, we’re not doing this.” 

Lydia blinks up at him, totally silent, and Stiles shuts the door to the bedroom, symbolizing that he’s not leaving until they fix it. And he says, “I’m not letting us lose this over anything, do you hear me?Not for anything. Not this. This matters too much. Okay?”

He stares at her nervously, waiting to see if she’s okay with that. Waiting to see if she’s in the same place as he is, because he is always so afraid of being miles ahead and scaring her with how in this he is. But Lydia’s lips turn up slightly and she nods and stands up and he strides over to her and kisses her until they’re breathless, then just wraps his arms around her body and strokes her hair and they stay like that until the scene changes. 

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Waking up to him.

Tony


He’d wait for you to wake up. Maybe, he’d play in your hair but most likely, he’d leave you alone just so he could watch you, but not in a creepy way. In an admiration kind of way because he’d never openly stare at you. Then when you wake up, he’d give you a little bit of room to stretch but as soon as you were done, he’d greet you with a “Hey, Sleepy” and kiss your forehead. He’d probably tell you his plans for the day followed by a “…but that can change if you had anything in mind.” His shyness would only be in result of the sleep that was slowly fading from your bodies. It’d probably take someone’s rumbling stomach to get one of you to move.

Vic

Vic would probably still be sleep by the time you woke up but he would be holding onto you for dear life. He’d probably fight against you and burry his face into your neck. Trying to wake him would be a pain. The resistance Vic would give you would most likely result in you two play wrestling in your bed, almost falling off a couple of times. When you give up because Vic finally pinned you down, he’d plop down beside you and rest with his arm loosely on your waist but before he could pull you closer, you’d get up, leaving the room. The only thing you’d hear was a complaining groan.

Mike

You’d wake up to Mike watching the news at a dangerously low volume while resting his head on your stomach. It’d be kinda funny looking at such a giant man curled up in a tiny ball around the lower half of your body. After he felt you laugh at him, he’d look up at you and smile, now excited that you were awake. He’d ask you something like “So what are you going to cook for breakfast.” which would result in you rolling your eyes at his slightly sexist remark. When you wouldn’t budge, he’d get up to cook breakfast…for himself.

 Jaime

Jaime wouldn’t be patient at all. He’d wake you up by putting his nose on your face and repeatedly nudging you or like shaking you yelling something like “Get up!” or “The Jaime Train is about to leave the station!” He’s such a morning person, it’s sickening. But anyway, he’d keep pursuing you until you woke up and even when you did, he wouldn’t leave you alone. It’d be annoying but because it’s Jaime you wouldn’t hurt him, just threaten. He’d harass you until you got up and even then he’d be full of energy, clinging to you. You’d be frustrated but it’d fade because of Jaime’s constant adoration.

Sorry if it sucks. Forget this ever happened.

Imagine Dean teasing you because you “purr” whenever he cuddles with you...

For coral-stone. I hope you enjoy it! XOXO

“I’m going to bed,” you sighed, stretching your stiff muscles. You’d been sitting in a chair doing research for almost fourteen hours now, and the words were swimming in front of your eyes.

“Goodnight,” Sam said. You affectionately tugged on his hair as you walked past him, his eyes never leaving his computer screen.

“You coming?” you asked Dean. He was chewing on his bottom lip, and you couldn’t resist the urge to lean down and kiss it.

“Be right there, kitten.”

You scowled and blushed at the nickname. You were not the kind of person who used nicknames at all, let alone sappy-sweet ones like that. Dean knew that, and the nickname was more a teasing gesture than a romantic one.

But if you made a fuss about it, Dean might tell Sam why he called you that in the first place, and you really didn’t want that.

A little while later, Dean climbed into bed with you. You immediately snuggled into him and he pulled you close, neither of you able to sleep without being tangled in the other one. You slipped a leg between his and kissed him slowly before tucking your head under his chin to fall asleep.

His fingers roamed your back, rubbing the tension out of your muscles and drawing nonsense patterns into your skin. You relaxed into Dean and enjoyed the feel of his hands on you. Before long, you were happily drifting off to sleep.

Dean grinned into the darkness as he felt your breathing slow and even out. You had sighed when he started rubbing your back, and it had turned into a very quiet, constant hum in the back of your throat, almost like you were purring. It was a familiar sound, one that you subconsciously made every time he rubbed your back, and one that he loved. That purr meant that the two of you were together and happy, and it lulled him to sleep most nights.

You, of course, still refused to believe that did anything as cutesy as purr when you fell asleep in Dean’s arms, and he teased you about it mercilessly.

“Goodnight, kitten.” Dean whispered. He kissed your forehead and closed his eyes.

12. “Promise you will never leave me.”

Kylo Ren x Reader

Requested by anon.

—–

You convinced Kylo to meet you out in the snow. Away from the first order.

You stood by the cliff, gazing out feeling the air breeze through your hair.

“What are we doing out here?” Kylo asked, walking over to meet you.

Turning your gaze to him, you flashed a soft smile and shrugged. “I wanted some alone time with you. Away from everyone.” You shivered.

He furrowed his brows at you, swallowing hard. This was the first time ever he has been alone with you, and he wasn’t sure how to react.

You threw a snowball at him, snapping him out of his daze. He was taken aback immediately.

Your stomach churned as he stared intently at you. His mouth pursing. “I-I’m sorry. I-”

He scooped up a handful of snow and threw it right back at you.

You both went back and forth, running around the woods, throwing snow at each other. Laughter filled the crisp cold air.

But as time passed, you both grew tired. Feeling your stomach ache from laughing so much. Plopping down into the snow, you laid there quietly, gazing up at the stars.

Kylo watched you, mesmerized by your beauty.

“Are you going to stand there like a weirdo or are you going to lay with me?” You asked.

He cleared his throat and hesitantly laid beside you. All his life, he had never noticed the beauty in the stars.

“Isn’t it amazing.” You exhaled.

“What?” He muttered.

“Knowing that we aren’t alone. Being here, I always feel so lonely but when I come out here I remember that I’m not.” You muttered. “It’s beautiful.”

He turned his gaze to you. “Promise you will never leave me.” He whispered.

You glanced over at him, feeling your stomach flutter. But without a single word, your looked back up to the stars and tangled your fingers with his.

His body shuddered from the sensation of your touch. A soft smile formed on his cold lips.

This was the moment he would never forget.

So a few weeks (months?) back oncepromised made a one-shot request for Killian seeing Emma in a bathing suit for the first time. And here it is. 


He’s surprised when she suggests it.

“I just thought…after everything…maybe…and it’s such a nice day.” She twists her fingers as she says it, a hesitant smile on her face. “Summer is short in Maine.”

“I would never turn down an afternoon with you. Certainly not by the sea.” He takes the two steps across the kitchen of their shared home, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and kissing her hair. “It’s a lovely idea.”

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Cheater

Originally posted by wehavesass

Request: Oh my goodness, love your blog! Could you please write a one shot about the reader having their first kiss with Pietro? Thank you! :)

Warnings: Fluff :)

By: thesemaximoffs


The team had to leave for another stupid mission. As a hacker, you weren’t always needed on every mission, and had to stay at the tower alone sometimes when there was nothing to do in the field. This time, however, you had company. Pietro had sprained his ankle… want to guess how? Running, of course. You and Pietro were close friends, but everyone in the tower knew that you had developed somewhat of a crush on the light-haired man. Well… everyone but Pietro that is. He was quite clueless when it came to relationships. You never asked him out or even told him your feelings, fearing that if you did, you’d compromise the friendship you had with him. The whole situation just sounded terribly cliché.

You didn’t feel like leaving the tower that day, so you headed to the kitchen for coffee and breakfast. You padded into the large area and searched the cabinets until you found Thor’s poptart stash, which you assumed he would be fine with you eating (you were wrong). As you were brewing the coffee, Pietro hobbled into the kitchen on his crutches with a blanket draped over his shoulders.

“Morning,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Pietro was not a morning person, which was fine by you, because you weren’t either. He sat down on one of the bar stools at the counter and put his head down, pulling the blanket tighter around his body.

“Coffee?” You asked, holding out a ‘World’s Okayest Runner’ mug that Tony had bought him for his birthday. He lifted his head and nodded, accepting the drink gratefully. After you had both drank one cup, you managed to function like normal human beings… more or less.

“How much longer with the crutches Speedy?” You asked him. Pietro sighed in annoyance, not at you but at the crutches that restricted him from moving around as much as he usually did.

“Another week with the goddamned things, and then Banner will check to make sure I’ve healed.” Pietro rolled his eyes. You felt bad, knowing that the restriction was killing him. You decided to try and take his mind off of it for a little while.

“Hey Pietro,” you nudged him gently with your shoulder. “Wanna play Mario Kart with me?” You smiled sweetly and gave him your best puppy dog eyes, knowing he would cave. And after a few seconds of staring back at you, he did.

“Alright,” he sighed. “Let the torture begin.”


Pietro was good at video games. Really good. He was the only person in the whole tower that had ever beaten Tony in Fifa on the Xbox, and he was proud of it.

You, on the other hand, were mediocre at best. Not great, but you still could beat Thor and Tony at most games, if that even counts.

Pietro, being the big dork he is, needed about a million pillows propping up his ankle, which you scoured the tower for. Once he was comfortable, you put in the game and sat next to him on the couch.

“Rainbow Road, loser?” he asked. You narrowed your eyes and stared him down.

“Bring it on, Speedy,” you taunted. You knew you were going to lose. But you planned to go down fighting.

He selected Rainbow Road and the race started. You went super slow the whole time, for fear of falling off the edge of the track. Pietro easily took first place, leaving you in eleventh. On the second lap, you were so far behind that there was only one way for you to possibly catch up.

You continued to steer with one hand while with the other you poked Pietro right where you knew he was ticklish. He instantly dropped his controller and shouted in a very un-manly fashion.

“Not fair!” He yelled. You struggled to get as far as you could in the game before he could regain his bearings. However, Pietro had other ideas.

He leapt on top of you, tickling you as hard as he could. You were laughing so hard your sides hurt, trying to break free of his strong grasp. He was laughing at you, and you were laughing back, while at the same time trying not to fall off the couch.

Suddenly, Pietro stopped. You became very aware that your faces were only about an inch apart. He was breathing very quickly and you were pretty sure you weren’t breathing at all.

“Cheater,” he finally managed to whisper.

“Shut up,” you replied, smirking slightly. You pulled him closer and closed the gap between you. He kissed you hesitantly at first, but he then leaned closer and your kiss deepened. His hands tangled in your hair and you wrapped your arms around his strong torso. After a moment, Pietro pulled away and smiled.

“Not bad, huh?” He smirked cockily.

“Let’s see if you can do better, Maximoff,” you teased.

I wrote a fic based on this^^^


The people in the restaurant were staring at the gorgeous blue eyed, black haired boy, with sad eyes. He had been sitting alone at a table for two for almost an hour. The waitress kept coming over to ask him if he wanted to order but the boy kept insisting that his boyfriend would be there any minute.

Alec looked down at his phone his black hair falling into his face. A frown formed on his face, and the little hope that his boyfriend might show up drained from him, when he saw the bright screen displaying no messages. At first Alec had been hopeful that he would show up, but now Alec was just angry. They had been dating for almost a month and Alec was just now realizing what an asshole he was. He never showed up for their dates, leaving Alec sitting alone while people looked at him like he was a kicked puppy. He never called or texted Alec. Plans they made only ever fit to his schedule and it didn’t matter if it got in the way of Alec’s. He was such an as-. Alec’s eyes were dark now and there was a scowl on his face.

Alec was getting angrier by the minute when the waiter walked over to the table again

“Sir are you sure you don’t want to order?”

“No I think I’m about-” Alec was starting to get up when a man he had never met before came over and interrupted him.

“Sorry I’m so late, babe, traffic is crazy right now,” Alec gave him a confused look but let him sit down anyway because he was beautiful. His hair was spiked up and was that glitter?! His eyes shone like the night sky and his lips looked so soft. He was wearing jeans and a shirt with more glitter on it. “I’m Magnus. Just go with it, yeah? Whoever didn’t bother to show up is a dick,” he added in an undertone.

Alec smiled at him and told the waitress to bring them some drinks.


Later, after Magnus had saved Alec from another embarrassing night alone, the two walked out of the restaurant together laughing and smiling. Alec was actually glad that his boyfriend had stood him up. If he hadn’t Alec never would have gotten to meet Magnus.

Magnus looked over to Alec, “You know I had a really great time tonight,” he started then looked down, nervous to say what he wanted, “maybe next time we could go on a real date?”

Alec was shocked, “I would r-really like that,” he stuttered out.

Magnus smiled and gave him his number.

Looking at Magnus smile like that Alec couldn’t help it. With a burst of courage he didn’t know he had, he leaned down and gave Magnus a quick kiss before walking off, feeling happier than ever.

Three In The Afternoon.

He saw him there. The sunlight streaming in through the window coating him in an angelic view. The music blaring so loud that one would not believe it was a Wednesday afternoon. The smile playing at his lips as he brought his beer close. He saw him there. And Connor has never been more sure of how in love he was with Troye.

He noticed every little thing Troye was doing. Pen scribbling on paper. Frustratingly scratching out words to never be heard. Another swig of beer. Making it the last of his third. Eyes focused on the papers in front of him. Curly, brown hair sticking at every odd end. And he was so damn beautiful.

Connor could stare at Troye all day, and never grow bore. But at this moment he could tell that Troye was tense. That he needed to leave the work of creating music alone for a bit.

Then just then the music is filled with their sweet melody of a slow song, typically not their casual. But one that Connor would make great use of. He gave Troye no option of refusal as he picked him up. Gave a little spin. Before setting him down in the middle of their living room.

Troye was laughing. Nothing more beautiful to Connor. There was questioning Connor’s motives. That it was three thirty-five in the afternoon and what the hell were they doing? Connor spun him around. While reminding him of how much he was in love.

The music forgotten as they swayed to the beat of their hearts. Troye’s head on Connor’s shoulder. Mumbling about how amazing of a boyfriend Connor was. Only to be met with hushes and head shakes. Because if anybody won the boyfriend lottery then it must have been Connor. Troye would protest this despite knowing how stubborn his boyfriend could be. Although, Connor knew that Troye loved and cared him in just the same way that Connor would for him.

But Troye was his little actor. His little model. His little singer. His little angel. His everything. There wasn’t a thing that Troye couldn’t do. Troye has dominated the music charts. Troye has shown the world just how amazing he is. And Connor could never be more proud.

But right now it wasn’t about the past. Or the future. But about now. And how right now in their living room. With old, cheesy 90’s slow songs playing in the background. They were happy. They were home. Because home was wherever the other was at. And as long as they were together then happiness was never more than a heartbeat away.

BLUEBEARD: WORST HUSBAND EVER

A MAN AND HIS CHILDREN LIVE IN A SHITTY COTTAGE IN THE WOODS. THEY’RE POOR AS FUCK, BUT HIS DAUGHTER IS RIDICULOUSLY FUCKING PRETTY.

ONE DAY A KING WITH A BLUE BEARD SHOWS UP AND ASKS TO MARRY THE DAUGHTER, AND HER FATHER SENDS HER OF WITH HIM SO SHE CAN HAVE A SLIGHTLY LESS SHIT LIFE. 

WHEN SHE ARRIVES AT THE PALACE, SHE GETS GIVEN A FUCKING MASSIVE BUNCH OF KEYS, INCLUDING A TINY GOLD ONE THAT SHE’S TOLD NEVER TO EVEN FUCKING THINK ABOUT USING.

OF COURSE, AS SON AS BLUEBEARD LEAVES HER ALONE, SHE FUCKS OFF UP TO THE ROOM THAT THE KEY UNLOCKS, AND GOES INSIDE. 

IT’S FULL OF DEAD WOMEN. PILES AND PILES OF MOTHERFUCKING CORPSES. IT SMELLS FUCKING AWFUL, THERE ARE FLIES EVERYWHERE, AND THE FLOOR IS COMPLETELY FUCKING FLOODED WITH BLOOD.

SHE DROPS THE KEY IN THE BLOOD, AND THEN FINDS SHE CAN’T GET THE STAIN OUT. SHE’S FUCKED.

WHEN BLUEBEARD COMES HOME, HE ASKS FOR THE KEY. HE GRABS HIS WIFE BY THE HAIR, DRAGS HER UPSTAIRS TO THE CORPSE ROOM, AND PULLS OUT A MOTHERFUCKING KNIFE.

FORTUNATELY, HER BROTHERS ARRIVE TO RESCUE HER JUST IN TIME, MURDER BLUEBEARD IN THE FACE WITH MOTHERFUCKING SWORDS, AND DUMP HIS BODY IN THE PILE OF CORPSES. NOW EVERYONE IS EITHER HAPPY OR DEAD, WHICH IS AS CLOSE TO A HAPPY FUCKING ENDING AS ANYONE EVER GETS IN THESE FUCKING STORIES.

He can’t undo your bra

“Where the hell is he” You mumble to yourself staring at your phone for the fifteenth time. You had a free house for the weekend and you invited Shawn over considering you never really have much alone time any more. “Y/N?” You run down stairs attacking your boyfriend with your lips. He runs his large hands across your ass giving it a slight squeeze making you want him more. Your lips moved with each other in sync, your hands running through his soft hair. He carries you through to the living room laying you on the sofa (couch whatever) your lips still not leaving his. You tug at his shirt which he quickly removes. He plants soft kisses on your neck making you let out a soft moan. You pull your shirt over your head, Shawn watching your every move. His hands explored your body, running up and down your hips then making there way to your back. He fumbles with the back of your bra making you let out a giggle. “Y/N what the hell is wrong with this thing” He says still trying to find the clasp. “It unhooks from the front Shawn” “That’s so hot” He says kissing you again 

A/N- Opinions on this one?:L

Take A Break

       

Request: Could you do a Calum imagine like the Ashton one you did with lingerie and lap dances please?

Rating: NC-17

Feedback is always accepted! <3 Enjoy!! 

“Calum, can’t you take a damn break?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows at your boyfriend who was currently rushing to figure out lyrics for a new song his band was working on.

“Babe, you know I can’t.” He replied, turning his attention away from you and back to the sheet of paper in his hands. “Fuck.” He cursed, pulling on his hair in frustration. “I can’t think of anything." 

You absolutely hated seeing him like this, luckily you had a great idea. Leaving Calum alone in the studio room you both had you went into the room you both shared. 

Thankfully you had a really good friend who always brought up the idea of getting something nice for Calum to take off when things got intimate. 

You had a new lingerie set that you had never worn in front of Calum. Of course you felt a little insecure but once you had stepped in front of calum, those worries instantly disappeared. 

Calum had his dark brown eyes on you instantly when he heard the door open he’d usually return his gaze to the song, but this time he couldn’t. 

He was admiring your curves and how the lingerie fitted your gorgeous body and soon his daze ended when he heard new music playing. His eyebrow rose at the sound choice. You had chose Strip by Chris Brown, it wasn’t your first choice but you had just stolen his iPod. 

Your hips slowly swayed along with the rhythm of the song. You soon got closer to him, his hands were needy to grab you but you firmly told him he wasn’t aloud to touch. Just watch. 

A satisfied smirk was on your face and you continued, slowly going down and coming up just as slow. "Fuck..” Calum hissed and watched you intently. Soon the song had switched to Show Me by Kid Ink and you noticed a smirk on Calum’s face. 

You began to slowly pull off your bra, leaving you in your lacy black underwear.  "I just want to feel you baby girl..“ Calum moaned softly, biting down on his lip roughly as he stared at your breasts. You soon had your legs wrapped around his waist, his attention was definitely on you and not on the song.

You had your lips against his neck, leaving many love bites on his skin. Your hips were rocking against his still following with the rhythm of the music. A grunt left his lips as his head dropped back in pleasure. 

He moved his hands down to your bum and squeezed it roughly eliciting a moan from you. "I’m gonna take control Cal.” You said sternly, taking off his muscle shirt and slowly pulling off his jeans. Once they were off, you were down on your knees in front of him. Soon you had discarded his boxers.

Calum’s tongue ran across his lips and he stared down at you. Teasingly, you slid your tongue up his shaft slowly and gently swirled it around the tip of him. 

“Fuck..” He hissed out once again, biting down on his lip roughly. You smirked up at him and took him into your mouth and slowly bobbed your head. Calum tangled his fingers into your hair and tugged roughly. You ignored it and continued to bob your head, your hands eventually pumping what you weren’t able to take.

Calum’s head dropped back, moans of pleasure escaping him. You continued to bob your head and soon pulled off. Your hand wrapped around him and quickly began to move. 

Calum gripped the sides of the chair roughly and bucked his hips up into your hand. “God,” he groaned out and whimpered when you let go and stood up.

You were pulling off your underwear and watching as Calum now had his own hand wrapped around his arousal. His eyes were directly on your body as he moved his hand quickly.

You moved his hand away from himself and instantly straddled him. Your eyes locked with Calum’s as you slowly slid down on him.

“Oh Cal!” You moaned out, as you slowly began bouncing. Calum’s hands held your hips and helped you with each bounce. His lips were pressed against your jaw, slowly moving them down your neck and to your collarbone. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He moaned out, tightening his grip on your hips as he thrusted back up into you. 

You cried out in pleasure as he instantly hit all of your spots. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck..” You moaned when Calum’s fingers began to rub your clit, you both were in pure bliss.

All that filled the room was the sound of skin slapping skin and your moans. You began to whimper out in pleasure as you came undone around him. “Babe..” He moans, soon releasing after you. He had you both flipped over and he rode out your releases.

“I love you so much.” He said breathlessly as he pulled out and laid beside you.

“I love you so much more.." 

sorry this was shit :(

🔮 marvel masterlist 🔮

I welcome you to my magic marvel masterlist where requests are open 24/7


BUCKY BARNES

  — Anything For You

summary: Bucky never knew how much one person could mean to him. Angst/Fluff

  — It Was Love

summary: The red silk dress and the curled hair just reminded him of the 40′s except the loud pop music and racy outfits around him, brought him out of his dream only to see a beautiful reality. Angst/Fluff/Comfort 

  — Too Good

summary: She was deep forest green and he was a pale baby blue. Angst

— Past Life

summary: Bucky had never experienced what love- Bucky had never felt proper normal-people emotions before, this was the first time since he died

 — Backseat Bliss  ( soon )

summary:

— What Are We Now? ( soon )

summary: He always wondered what betrayal felt like in its true form, and now that he did he couldn’t get rid of the bittersweetness of his lips. Angst/Hurt

STEVE ROGERS

  — Under The Stars

summary: Steve never thought he’d find the perfect woman. Fluff

  — Gore and Glory

summary: His love for her was so great he would die for her. Angst/Hurt

  — Bullets To The Heart - Part One - Part Two

summary: Steve was a smart man, smart enough to leave things alone when they get out of hand- but not her. Angst

 — Human Emotion ( soon )

summary:

— What Are We Now? ( soon )

summary: He always wondered what betrayal felt like in its true form, and now that he did he couldn’t get rid of the bittersweetness of his lips. Angst/Hurt

AVENGERS

— What Are We Now? ( soon )

summary: He always wondered what betrayal felt like in its true form, and now that he did he couldn’t get rid of the bittersweetness of his lips. Angst/Hurt

CLINT BARTON

  — Another Lover - Part One - Part Two

summary: The small amount of hope is what kept him following her around like a ghost, but all ghosts are invisible and she was merely a human who was blinded by the blue whips that wrapped around her. Angst/Fluff

PIETRO MAXIMOFF

  — Another Lover - Part One - Part Two

summary:The small amount of hope is what kept him following her around like a ghost, but all ghosts are invisible and she was merely a human who was blinded by the blue whips that wrapped around her. Angst/Fluff

PETER MAXIMOFF

 — Tea Time ( soon )

summary:

THOR ODINSON

  — Wasted Years

summary: He never left her unlike the rest. Angst/Fluff

 — Figment of Imagination ( very soon )

summary: In the faded filter of a phone he was always in the background watching over her. Fluff

WANDA MAXIMOFF

The City

summary: The city is just like fairytale with princess and princes, talking frogs, dragons and mermaids, but she was the big bad wolf. Angst/Cheating

My Love ( soon )

summary:

NATASHA ROMANOFF

 — Pray To Gods ( soon )

summary:

ALPHABET DRABBLE

— Bucky Barnes

anonymous asked:

Kou brothers trying to raise their toddlers as single dads

Ren Kouen

  • Kouen keeps his toddler by his side, bouncing them on his knee as  color. He discusses military tactics—not understanding why his generals seem so uncomfortable with a babe at the war table.

Ren Koumei

  • Koumei is in over his head—or so he thinks. He won’t get home until well after they’ve gone to sleep. He sits by their bed, watching them quietly and stroking their hair. Ultimately, he falls asleep by their bed.

Ren Kouha

  • Kouha is the best possible playmate his kid could ever want. If his kid says he’s a dragon, he’ll roar and stop about the palace courtyard, pretending to take the deathblow of their sword—laying down overdramatically.

Ren Hakuryuu

  • Hakuryuu never leaves his child’s side, or rather they never leave his. He holds their tiny hand as they walk, or carries them piggyback style if they’re too tired to walk. He doesn’t want them to ever feel like they’re alone in this world.
OUAT 4x02 "White Out"

• begining of the episode and I’m already screaming! IT’S DAVID BITCHES!!

• and that hair tho

• he know Kristoff!!!! (and they kind a look alike)

• badass Leroy, awesome

• “Hook” David’s so internal screaming, I know you bu!! #BROtp

• “Look at you becoming a 21st century man” #CaptainSwan OMG!

• Elsa and Emma, OMG! Already loving it!

• FUCK YOU BITCH! LEAVE MY BABY DAVID ALONE!

• Anna taught him!!! Awww (I’m so having a new brotp)

• “I’m getting her out” OMG his voice broke 

• “Stop saying letters" 

• You go Snow! Tell em!

• "It’s never bothered me”

• my baby Emma 

• that’s how you do it! You go David! 

• THE WAY SHE GRABBED HIM AND TOUCHED THE BACK OF HIS HEAD! HOLY HELL! I’M NOT STRONG ENOUGH FOR THIS!

• that lil’ high five between Snow and baby Neal, staph

• Henry and Regina

• *Elizabeth Mitchell appears on the screen*

• 4x02 = FROZENLY AWESOME

Home.

Talia had begged him to wait just a little longer…he was not yet fully healed, and the journey was sure to put unneeded stress upon him, but he could wait no longer. For months he had dreamed of his husband…but dreams could never compare to the feeling of having him in his arms… and slowly but surely he was beginning to forget – the taste of his lips or the smell of his hair. It was time to return, his injuries be damned.

The girl would come with him, of course. He was indebted to her…for saving his life, and he felt a certain fondness for her that he hadn’t felt for a child since Andres was still young. She was an orphan of war, left to her own devices, and alone for far too long. No..he would not leave her there.

The journey was long, much longer than it should have been, due only to his still healing wounds. Still, he refused to stop…not even when the pain was so great he could hardly see straight. He would have all the time in the world for healing once he’d arrived home.

To set eyes upon the palace again, that alone brought him to tears. He almost felt like a stranger here…. a ghost – surely, that was what he’d become. With Talia’s help, he made his way to the entrance, passed the shocked guards stationed there.

fics added

Cotton candies and sugar addicts (namjin/ot7)

In a final, desperate attempt to get Seokjin to notice him, Namjoon dyes his hair pink. However, Seokjin avoids him more than ever and Namjoon doesn’t know what he did wrong

Crazy is most definitely genetic (namjin/ot7)

family!au where Jimin’s just trying to survive high school, Taehyung keeps weirding everyone out, Namjoon is an embarrassing dad, Jin is supermom, and Jungkookie’s just along for the ride

Color my heart (like that red sunset) (namjin)

leaving Ilsan meant leaving his friends and family behind, and Namjoon has never really been good at being alone. Due to the staggering statistics about the suicide rate in Korea, several universities have instituted a ‘Phone a Friend’ hotline, where students can talk to other students about their problems. There he finds solace in the warmth of a boy’s soothing voice, his raucous laughter, and the obsessive excitement he has towards the topic of food

Superb (namjin)

Namjoon’s mother told him never to cook an egg in the microwave. Told him to boil it the good, old-fashioned way - in a pot over boiling water. Of course he didn’t listen to her. Of course he didn’t - Namjoon never listens. Maybe it was a rebellious phase. Or maybe he’s just an idiot. He’s definitely just an idiot

Fanboys (namjin/ot7)

In which yoongi and hoseok are namjin shippers

Namjin watch (namjin, lmao obviously/ot7)

yoongi and hoseok can suck it, cause no one ships namjin like jimin and taehyung do

To pay the rent (taejin)

the job of an extra is to enhance the scene, not steal it, but when Kim Seokjin and Kim Taehyung sit down on set to talk, they can’t help but draw the attention of the whole room

Kiss me, kate (2seok)

Kim Seokjin needs to learn to dance before filming starts for his potential big break role. Jung Hoseok needs to learn to let people in. There’s a very good chance that they can maybe, possibly, help each other

Airplane! (jinmin)

it’s not an exciting flight home by any means, but it has its moments

Honey, you’re an omega (jinkook)

statistics show that 1 in every 7 people will be an omega

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“Why, if it isn’t Satan’s mistress herself,” Westley smirks and leans back against the rope of the boxing ring. “I thought you said you’d rather drink arsenic than see my vile, flea-bitten two-timing excuse for a face again?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, tadpole. I said I’d rather gauge my own eyes out with the burning end of a fireplace poker than subject myself to another minute in your presence. I never mentioned anything about not looking at you,” she simpers.

“Ah, well that is entirely different,” he retorts with a lighthearted laugh, but his hazel eyes remain serious and alert. “Then what do I owe this honor, Mrs. Thatcher?”

“It’s Ms. Thatcher now,” she says with a blasé flip of her hair. “And I need your assistance in a rather… sensitive matter. Care to join me for a drink, Monahan? I’ll buy.”

“Any chance you’ll leave me alone if I pass?”

“About a snowball’s chance in hell,” she winks at him in response. “I’ll call a taxi and meet you in the lobby in fifteen minutes. Don’t make me wait long, tadpole.”

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Block B reacts to watching a horror movie with girlfriend

Zico: *stares with utter joy as guy gets his intestines ripped out*

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Taeil: *talking to the movie* Oh now look what you did! You see I told you not to open the door!!

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P.O.: *Starts to get scared and leaves you alone to watch the movie by yourself*

B-Bomb: Girl you think this is scary? have you seen your hair in the morning?

Jaehyo: *gets really scared and screams through the entire thing*

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then afterwards he vows to never watch another scary movie again

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Kyung: gif says all

Ukwon: *imitates your scared/suspenseful faces and laughs*

~Admin Alpha