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rose - peter parker

Rose - ((Tom Holland)) Peter Parker x Reader | 3rd Person

Prompt: (soulmate au where: after you meet your soulmate, whatever they draw or write on themselves will also appear on you) During class, a poorly-drawn rose appears on Peter’s forearm, letting him know that he has met his soulmate.

a/n: soulmate aus: overdone yet not done enough. DAY 7!! HOMECOMING COMES OUT TODAY!! i’m insanely proud of both tom and zendaya (my two loves) and i’m so excited to see the movie! but i’m super busy this weekend/today so i have to wait until next week to see it :( so nO SPOILERS! and i want to thank all of you guys who read all the imagines for all 7 days and the support has been insane, so thank you so fucking much you guys rock.

(Y/N) didn’t believe she would find her soulmate. Though he was probably out there, she may not ever meet him. Most of her friends had not yet met their soulmate, but there were a lucky few who were so happy it made (Y/N) sick.

Even having met her fair share of guys, (Y/N) wanted to focus more on her schoolwork over finding love. Though meeting that special someone was always in the back of her mind, she knew that the chances were slim that he went to her high school. Besides, getting into a good college should be a bigger priority over obsessing to find a soulmate.

She sat in the back of a boring history class, and nobody was paying attention to the video being played. Even the teacher had decided to go on their phone over watching the dull documentary. (Y/N) was laying her head down on the desk, bored out of her mind, and decided to pull out a red pen.

Clicking the pen, (Y/N) sloppily started doodling a rose on her upper forearm. The red rose was poorly drawn and messy, but she was proud of it. The rose was simple and plain and she liked it, so she just left it as it was. (Y/N) put her pen back into her bag, and focused her attention back to the uninteresting video.

In a different classroom, Peter sat in the back of his science class next to his friend. His sleeve was rolled down to his wrists, and he felt something on his upper forearm. Pulling his sleeve up, he saw a rose on. It looked as if it were made of red pen, and it seemed to have been drawn carelessly, yet there was something about it that was strangely pretty.

His eyes widened and Peter quickly showed it to his friend, who was excited for Peter. Peter was both happy and extremely anxious. He asked his friend what to do, which we only got an “I don’t know” in response.

Peter walked home after the bell rang, still confused over what exactly he should do. There was a girl out there, who drew a rose on her arm, and didn’t even know that he saw it. After reaching his apartment, he sat down at his desk and looked at the rose. Finally deciding what to do, he picked up a sharpie and wrote on his arm. I like the rose he wrote simply. Peter hoped whoever she was, saw it.

Sitting on her bed, (Y/N) felt something on her arm. She looked at her arm and saw the words “I like the rose” in a sloppy handwriting. (Y/N)’s eyes widened in surprise, she never expected to meet her soulmate this early.

Though she knew that having a soulmate must be nice, she thought she wasn’t ready for the type of life-long commitment that came with it. (Y/N) ran into her bathroom and scrubbed off the words. She would write back when she was ready, and for now, she wasn’t.

It’s been a week since Peter’s soulmate had drawn the rose, and since then he was determined to find out who she was. The girl would never respond when he wrote, and she hadn’t drawn anything since.

Deciding that the day was hot compared to most days in New York, the majority of girls wore short-sleeves. Peter quickly came up with a plan simple enough to find out if his soulmate went to his school. He was planning to draw a large dot on his arm in bright red ink so it would stand out on any skin tone.

Later that day, he saw a girl walk by him with a red dot on her arm. He quickly scrambled to see who the girl was, and it was (Y/N). He had met her once, she sat in front of him in their math class. Having his first, real look at the girl, he noticed that she was really pretty. Her smile was warm, and her laugh was genuine.

He went home that day, happy to know who his soulmate was. Once in his room, he got out his marker and wrote on his arm, deciding to have fun with the newfound knowledge. Peter simply wrote the words Hey (Y/N).

(Y/N) looked at her arm to see what it would now say, and she was shocked to see what was written. She wondered how he had figured out, but decided that there was no use in hiding anymore. She wrote a small Hey back and waited to see where it would take her.

Another week later, (Y/N) and her soulmate had become somewhat close. They talked for long periods of time so both of their arms were covered in ink, but (Y/N) still didn’t know who he was. He had given clues, but she still remained clueless.

Peter hadn’t told (Y/N) who he was yet for two reasons. For one, he was scared of what she would think. In his opinion, she was extremely out of his league; smart, funny, pretty were only a few things people could use to describe her. The second reason was just that he liked the mystery of it, but that was all going to change.

(Y/N) had agreed to meet her soulmate at a coffee shop nearby their school. She was anxious, but she knew that no matter who he may be, she was happy. He seemed really funny and smart, and she was happy to finally be able to meet him.

Showing up to the cafe, (Y/N) ordered a coffee and sat at a table near the front window. She looked down at her phone and scrolled through her Instagram feed, waiting for who her soulmate would be.

A tap on her shoulder sent her bolting upright. In front of her stood Peter Parker, holding a rose. She smiled widely and ran out of her chair. Immediately hugging him, causing them both to laugh. He handed her the rose, and when (Y/N) gave him a confused look, he said, “It was the first thing that you drew on yourself that got drawn on me.”

(Y/N) took the rose and smiled, starting a conversation. The two talked for hours, and when it got late (Y/N) looked at him and said, “I’m glad that out of all the people that could’ve been my soulmate, it was you. I mean, there are loads of assholes that go to our school, and even though you’re kind of a dork, you’re my dork.”

Peter laughed and pretended to be offended, “Well, excuse me! At least I’m not a loser like you!”

(Y/N) smiled again, she hadn’t stopped smiling since the start of the date and her cheeks ached, “But in all seriousness, I’m glad you’re my soulmate,” she said honestly.

He beamed at her and said, “I’m glad you’re my soulmate, too.”

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The movie is so ambitious,” he says. “Some of the stuff they’re doing in this movie is insane. And it was hard, man, physically really tough, but I love acting. I love playing someone else. I’d sleep really well at night, then get up and continue drowning.
—  Harry about filming Dunkirk for Rolling Stone

Marinette and Chat Noir stood in silence. She shifted her gaze towards him for just a moment, trying to find the right words to say. She had wanted to ask him about his life. Who he was, to be more precise. It had been bouncing around her mind for some time now, despite what she had said as Ladybug. She wanted to know the boy beneath the mask, really know him. So much to the point she was willing to throw caution to the wind.

She couldn’t say when the curiosity started. Maybe it was sometime through their talks,  when he would rant to her about his day with such vagueness that it almost irked her. She was a naturally curious person, and often it got her into trouble. Especially as Ladybug. Could she ask him? Would he tell her or would he scorn her for asking such a ridiculous question? She sighed, her eyes now looking at the streets below. Chat took notice, his ears twitching in her direction as he looked at her.

“Is everything alright, Princess?” He asked, taking note of her change in mood. He only got a shrug in reply, the corner of his lips tugging down in a frown. “You know you can talk to me, Mari. Right?” This time, she gave a nod,the faintest of smiles gracing her lips. 

“I know, Chat. It’s just something that has been bothering me for some time now. And I’m not sure how to go about it.” She murmured, managing to meet his stunning green eyes that seemed to peer into her very soul. Her breath hitched in her throat, her body seeming to freeze up on her. How could she ask him? Would it affect their current relationship? 

“Well, all my ears are alert and willing to listen.” He gave her one of his softer smiles, one she adored and took comfort in. God how she loved this stray cat. Marinette took a breath, leaning her head against his shoulder. 

“Thank you, Kitty. I suppose that… talking about it would help.”

He lead her to the lounge chair she often used for sunbathing in the summer, and on occasion an extra place for plants, sitting her down with an ease only Chat had. He took the end for himself, crossing his legs and clasping his hands together in his lap. His tail flicked in curiosity behind him. She looked like a nervous breakdown waiting to happen. He felt his heart constrict at the look in her eyes. 

“I… Chat, who are you?” She asked tentatively, her bluebell eyes searching his in desperation. He froze. His heart stopped. She had just asked a forbidden question. He tried to speak, opening his mouth, closing it when no words came out. He swallowed hard and took a breath, choosing his words carefully.

“Marinette… you know I can’t answer that.”

“Please, Chat…” She pressed, tears pricking her eyes. She was in love with someone she knew little about, yet so much at the same time. It was almost killing her not to know. “It’s driving me insane. I fell so hard and I hardly know you. Everything late night talk, every stupid, crappy movie we’ve watched, every time you’ve helped me with stupid, senseless little problems. Even helping me with designs, every smile you’ve caused, and I can’t even thank you properly.” Tears dripped down her cheeks now, her fingers gripping her pink sweatpants tightly as she averted her gaze, looking away from him.

He sat there in silence, taking in her words slowly. She loved him? She treasured him so much that she wanted to thank him for things he was happy to do? What do I do? If I tell her, she’ll be in danger, along with everyone she loves… I can’t do that to her. Even if I want nothing more than to show my princess who I really am, her safety trumps my desires. He shook his head, sliding his clawed gloves to either side of her face, thumbs resting on her cheeks as his fingers slid to her neck. 

Marinette blinked, forcing herself to look at him. Once she did, he covered her lips with his own in a tender, sweet kiss. Her face flushed, heat spreading through her body and curling around her heart. Once he pulled away, she dared to meet his eyes. He gave a saddened grin. It was his turn to speak. 

“Mari, Princess… I love you. Everything about you. Your smile, your laugh, the way you tap your foot when you lose patience with my puns, when you crack a pun, the way your eyes light up and sparkle when you get a new idea in your head and just have to sketch it then, when you’re dancing and singing your heart out to Jagged Stone, your baking skills, which could rival the best in the world, that blush you get when I compliment you that blends so beautifully with your freckles, especially your freckles… your eyes, and just your overall personality. I want nothing more than to tell you who I really am, believe me when I say this Marinette, but you mean so much more to me than you can imagine. And telling you would put you in danger. And everyone you care for… everyone you love…” He paused, images filling his mind at all the possibilities that could happen to her. 

A wetness on his cheeks brought him out of his thoughts as he leaned his forehead against hers, closing his eyes as he cried. “I can’t lose you, Marinette… please understand that. Please…” The emotion in his voice was clear. He was scared, hurt, worried, and so much more. His body shook, his brain trying to chase away the horrid images of a lifeless Marinette just because she knew his identity. “I’m sorry…” He whispered, voice strained as he choked back a sob.

“It’s okay, I understand.” She placed her hands on his wrists, squeezing in an attempt to soothe him as she closed her eyes. 

“I promise you that one day… one day…” He couldn’t finish his sentence, opening his emerald, teary eyes to gaze at her beautiful, yet heartbroken expression. His stomach felt as though it were in knots, guilt filling him as he rejected her request. 

“Yes,” Her grip tightened on him. “One day.” She concluded, her lips curling into a sad, understanding smile. “But not today.” 


Well, that took a while! This was just my idea of what happened in @australet789 Marichat May Day 18: Rejection art found

here . It’s a beautiful piece of work and they have such an amazing talent. This fic was inspired by the art drawn, so please give credit where credit is due!

A-Z NSFW: S.Coups

Originally posted by hanwooz

Disclaimer: I couldn’t find the original poster this came from, but I got this from philanddanxreader, I didn’t come up with this.

A = Aftercare 

Being the leader, and dad of the group, Coups is pretty used to taking care of the boys, but with you he’s completely over board. There’s almost an unspoken routine laid out that he has to run through before he can lay back and relax; either a quick wipe down or a shower to wash off the sweat, he practically forces you to drink a glass of water after sex Stay hydrated kids and adds in a little massage if things got a little rough before he’s sure you’re completely okay after sex, and finishes off aftercare with some loving cuddles or a light make out session might end up leading to another round oops

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 

His mouth is his biggest source of teasing you, so naturally it’s his favorite thing on himself. Letting the dirty talk tumble from his lips to eating you out to mapping your entire body over with his mouth, it’s easily his favorite. On you, however, he has a thing for your hands. Seeing them clutch at the bed sheet or tugging on his hair when he’s going down on you, your fingers leaving indents in his skin, they’re such a give away to how much pleasure he brings you, and honestly that turns him on quite a bit, seeing you get all worked up and desperately grasping on to anything you can.

C = Cum 

While he does put on this whole intense act during sex, this dominant role comes out, he’s not one for the weird kink of just…cumming everywhere. Some guys like it, see it as a sign of marking their territory, but between thirteen members, no one can afford to be doing laundry with him cumming everywhere, so typically(unless you’re in the shower and don’t require legit clean up) it’s in a condom #RubberUpKids so it’s an easy clean up.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) 

Being the leader and how he is with you, it’s(at least in his mind) expected that he’s the dominant one. He does enjoy being dominant, or at least to the extent he is, but Seungcheol is lowkey a switch, he’s hiding it for now until he can figure out how to bring it up, but he really wants to just let loose and let you dominant him, at least to see what you live through with him call me mommy

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Experience isn’t really under his belt, but he really knows what he’s up to. SVT’s choreography alone preps him for some good moves in the bedroom but he’s no stranger to know and understanding sex, anything he doesn’t already know is easily taught, and everything he already knows he can apply and be a master within minutes. But then again…that’s expected of a leader, fast learner.

F = Favorite position

There isn’t really a constant position with Seungcheol, he’s kind of all over the place. Missionary, legs over his shoulder, doggy style, you riding him, you end up doing them all during sex anyways, so it’s really not important. But if he had to pick, laying against the bed with you kneeling over him so he can buck his hips up into you while he holds your waist is one he enjoys, he really likes seeing you from below, if that makes sense. Another is just bending you over, seeing you on your hands and knees, back curved, spread open for him. It’s one of his favorite sights too.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Goofy sex isn’t very common with Seungcheol, he’s sort of intense when you’re in bed. Of course it’s happened a handful of times, but on the norm, he’s pretty serious and in the zone and focused on just wrecking you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
I think in general, all the boys are pretty well groomed. theyre such neat looking bbys it hurts my heart so I definitely think he cleans it up down there…not bare at all, but you know, little trim, keep things in order.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s practically worshiping your body during sex, Cheol takes his sweet time, paying attention to every little bit of you, no skin is left untouched by the time he’s done. He’s not insanely lovey dovey with you in either your sexual relationship or non-sexual relationship, so no movie romance really happens. He’s more of a pillow talker, he spews his love for you during aftercare and beyond, but during he’s pretty in the zone. Not really romantic or anything, but afterwards he makes sure you know he cares about and loves you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)

You’re around the dorm a lot, so Cheol doesn’t really need to. But with his schedule, even sneaking off with you for twenty minutes is sometimes hard to do, so he’s got to handle things himself. He’s pretty quick, seeing as he’s on a time crunch and there’s literally no time to stand around jerking his dick, so locked away in the bathroom and getting the job done as quick and quiet as possible is his method.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
This is just me saying my kinks lmao Thigh riding is a big favorite of his, feeling your heat dragging across his skin and watching your face contort in pleasure. Coups gets off on seeing you get off on him, seeing how worked up his muscle makes you before you’ve even got to the good part. Light bondage is another favorite, silk scarves are his choice of restraint. Edging is another big favorite, pulling you to the edge of pleasure just to completely halt his actions and return to making out, over and over until you’re practically in tears, only then he’ll give you mercy and let you fall over the edge.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Lol is there even a safe place to have your dick out when you live with 12 other people? Honestly at this point, the other members know what’s going down, if you’re in the room with Coups, it’s almost a rule that they need to get the fuck out and stay out, sometimes even forcing his roomies to camp out in the living room until morning. Aside from the shared bedroom, the bathroom is a frequent place you two sneak off to, a quicky in the morning, or during a shower. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

[Back to Kink] More often than not, sex ends up happening because Cheol has a weird desire to always have you on his lap. He just likes the contact. So you’ll just be chilling, perched in his lap and everything, and somehow a light peck turned into full blown making out and you grinding away on his thigh. Thigh riding really is his weakness, it’s all you need to do to get him all riled up. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Although he’s a bit dominant, the discussion of a full blown dom isn’t his idea of fun. The whole thing with rope and gags, and degrading talk, really turns him off.  A bit of bondage, little spanking, sure, but the whole act isn’t in his good books. Sorry y’all. He may be Daddy but he ain’t no Daddy Dom. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Rapper tongues are no joke, their almost created by the gods for going down on you. While he’s normally in control, one of his favorite things is to just lie down and fuck yourself on his tongue. Being able to just look up and see you panting and your face contorting in pleasure while you roll your hips desperately against his tongue is a heavenly sight to him, but being him, he normally doesn’t let you actually cum on his tongue, the first signs of you falling off the edge is when he moves you off him and starts his edging kink… Cheol isn’t going to turn down a good bj, he’s a big fan of drawing out the sex as long as he can, especially when he’s teasing you, he’ll edge you, then have you down on your knees for him. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

You know those weird overly loving sex scenes in teen movies? That’s basically what happens, he’s really precise with his movements, firm with his thrusts. Slow, sensual, fluid thrusts. As he’s a big lover of teasing the both of you, the slow pace let’s him build up the pleasure but not give enough to actually push you over the edge. Towards the end of sex, when he’s felt he’s teased you both enough, his smooth movements turn into harsh and unforgiving thrusts, pounding you into the bed to finish you both off. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Not having a lot of spare time on his hands, quickies are fairly frequent in your relationship. Cheol doesn’t have an insane love or distaste for them, he’s pretty neutral on them, seeing as they’re one of the only options available with his schedule. Cheol’d much rather have the time to tease and edge you into next week, but he’s grown so accustom to your body and it’s ticks that he can easily carrying what happens over the span of a few hours in bed with him, to maybe fifteen minutes in a  
supplies closet, and you two walk out with just as much pleasure either way.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

To some extent, Seungcheol’s game to play. Of course, you’ve sat down and listed out your ‘absolutely no go’s and such. He’s not game to play with anything that’s too risky aka public stuff or outside the bedroom. Different positions, role plays, etc, if it doesn’t require him to be an acrobat, he’ll likely give it a shot at least one time.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Seungcheol has a slightly above average stamina, he does last weirdly long, but that could just be chocked up to his thing for edging, slowing down sex and foreplay so it’s not as intense, once he’s actually in you, he can pull through anywhere from ten to nearly half an hour, depending on how he plays his cards. But because sex is such a slow build, one round usually takes all the energy out of him. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He considers himself the ‘best toy you could have’, but the things he does like and does bring into sex isn’t exactly toys per say? He did get a vibrator to tease you with, but it’s not brought out very often. He’s a fan of silk scarves, being into light bondage, and they’re fantastic blindfolds. But mostly the thing he likes is you dressing up? Doesn’t really qualify as toys, but you get them at a sex shop so he’d give them a soft acceptance to the toy category. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
How many times did I mention edging during this…hmmm. Anyways, Seungcheol is a massive tease, to both you and him, a lot of his teasing comes with his body being used against yours, so it very much affects you both. Cheol is an excessive teaser, the safe word was invented just because of how much he strains your body, but even with all that teasing, once his cock is in, he doesn’t let you suffer much longer.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
God I love his voice…Cheol isn’t someone you could say was quiet in the bedroom, he’s not very loud either. His sounds come in almost whispers, he groans very lowly, moans against your skin, the sound muffled. Most of the time, it’s him talking, cooing about how good you taste while his face is buried between your legs, or saying what he’s going to do to you tonight, or moaning about how well you take his cock. He’s more of a talker, than a sound maker, but he does both.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
He really likes you wearing outfits for role playing, but those things can’t exactly be worn outside the bedroom. You can’t really walk around as a french maid with your ass hanging out like nothings happening, so to play into his favorites: you wearing things and teasing the fuck out of you, his most proud purchase were vibrating panties while he had control over the remote. Especially since you’re always on his lap, while chilling with the boys it’s one of his favorite ‘games’, to have you wearing them and turning the vibrator on, just smirking as you squirm in his lap, trying not to alert the other boys.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Nana says because he’s got nice t h i c c thighs yes she said thick like that i actually hate her ive created a monster that it’s he’s housing some ‘good shit’ down there. “T h i c c thighs like that are to support a t h i c c dicc, shorty, I’m telling you. He’s not really long though, idk like 4 ½ inch maaaybeeee 5 inch if you look at the right angle. but I’m telling you, it’s gonna be like keibasa or something…” goodbye world

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

I don’t think his sex drive is outrageous, it’s pretty under control, no humping your leg stuff going on, don’t worry. But he does have a pretty averagely high sex drive, he’s really ready to go at a moments notice, just give him the signal and boners are popped. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Although with having to perform as a leader, dad to the members, and an idol in general, he’s sadly used to overexerting himself. But as somewhat of aftercare to him from you, is that you pretty much force him to go to sleep with you after sex, so that he isn’t over exhausted and it doesn’t throw him out of his SVT routine. So he’s not a quick sleeper, but he does sleep pretty quick after sex because you make him. What can he say, he’s a sucker for your pouty concerned face. 

Tom Holland Imagine: Broken

Summary: after getting out of a toxic relationship, you meet a very handsome boy on your train. (Loosely based off of both Yes Girl and I Can’t Breathe by Bea Miller)

A/N: sorry for being gone for so long… writers block kicked in…😤

Warnings: physical and mental abuse


I let out a sigh of relief as the train took off down the tracks. I watched as the town I once knew and loved flew passed me. I wondered what He would do when He came home from work to find me gone. I fidgeted with the strap of my duffle bag before deciding to pull out my book to help the time pass.

“Hello? Sorry to disturb you, but would you mind if I sat here?” A voice said.

I shook my head without meeting the stranger’s eye. Yes, I would prefer to be sitting by myself but considering I bought the last ticket for this train, I knew it wasn’t going to happen. I heard the stranger let out a heavy sigh as he placed his bag under his seat.

“Whatcha readin there? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Uh, it’s called Ordinary People. By Judith Guest. It’s my favorite book, I’ve read it like 10 times.”

“Huh, maybe I’ll read it sometime.”

“Oh you definitely should, its incredible.”

I finally looked up from my book to see a very handsome boy smiling at me.

“I’m Tom by the way.” He said as he extended his hand to me.

“Uh, I’m Y/N.” I said as I shook his hand.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

I blushed at his compliment and closed my book and looked back up at the him.

“So what’s bringing you to the city? And by train? Not many people go on these anymore.”

Tom smiled and looked out the window.

“Well, I do a lot of traveling. I’m always in the air and so I just wanted to see the trees for a change. And I’m staying in the city, actually. I just felt like I was going insane from only seeing buildings and angry people everywhere I went and I need some time to figure things out so I found the smallest town I could find outside of Atlanta and left for the weekend. What about you?”

“Uh, that’s a story for another time…”

“That’s alright. Let it be yours.”

“Well, your accent gives it away that you don’t live here, so why are you in America?”

“I’m an actor. Filming a movie.”

“Oh, I love movies! What movie are you filming?”

Tom let out a light laugh as he looked down and fiddled with his thumbs.

“Uh, Spider-Man, actually.”

“Wait, really!? I love Spider-Man! Are you the guy that plays him in Civil War? I haven’t gotten to see it yet but I want to so bad. See, my boyfri- ex boyfriend wouldn’t let me go see it.”

I looked down to avoid Tom’s confused face, hoping it would give him the hint to not ask any questions.

“Well, maybe I can take you to go see it sometime.”

“Uh, yeah! But if you don’t want to you don’t have to. I’m sure you’ve already seen it like 500 times…”

“Yeah, but never with a girl as beautiful as you.”

“Pft, are you kidding me? Have you seen Scarlett Johansson!?”

Before Tom could reply I heard my phone go off. I reached into my bag to pull it out and felt my heart stop.


He wasn’t supposed to be home this early.

I felt my heart drop to my stomach as I looked at His name written on the screen.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned my phone off before shoving it back in my bag.

I felt Tom’s gaze on me. I looked up and gave him a weak smile, trying to get him to drop it.

Luckily, he did.

—3 months later—

I laid on the couch, wrapped up in Tom’s arms. We started dating shortly after we met. I didn’t think I would be able to date anyone for while after what happened with Him but, Tom was different. I knew he was different because he cared.

Unlike Him. I knew He was searching for me. I had been forced to ditch my phone and buy a new one to get Him to stop calling me and leaving hurtful voicemails.

Now, 3 months later, the thoughts of Him felt like only a distant memory of a childhood nightmare.

But that quickly changed.

Tom and I were watching The Way Way Back when it happened.

First there was the pounding on the door.

“I’ll get it, love.” Tom sweetly whispered in my ear. He kissed the side of my face and got up from the couch.

I instantly missed the feeling of his arms around me. I turned my attention back to the film, thinking it was just Harrison who forgot his key again.

But then I heard it.

I heard Tom’s angelic voice asking who they were but getting cut off by a punch to the jaw.

And then His voice calling out my name.

I sat up immediately and felt my self beginning to hyperventilate.

But while I was breathing hard, it felt like there was no oxygen in my body at all.

As His figure walked into the room, I felt myself black out from fear.

I didn’t even feel Him pick me up by my hair and throw me into the glass coffee table.

I didn’t even feel the blood begin to fall from my skin from where the glass had cut it open.

I didn’t even hear Tom scream my name.

I didn’t hear Tom tackling the guy.

I didn’t hear Harrison come in and call the police.

I didn’t hear the ambulance as they asked me questions.

But I watched all of it.

I could see everything.

I could see Tom attacking Him.

I could see Tom as he stood over me, crying.

I could see his lips saying words like, “Please say something, love” or “Please don’t leave me” as tears slipped from his eyes.

I woke up hours later. I looked around and saw Tom sitting to my right, holding my hand tightly as he cried into my side.

“Tom?” I asked.

His head whipped up and let out a sigh of relief when he saw me awake. He immediately began to pepper my face with kisses and held me tightly to him.

“Thank god you’re okay. He’s gone, Y/N. They’ve locked Him up. You never have to worry about Him again. I have you and I will always protect you. I love you, Y/N. So much.”

And those words, those few words, put every little broken piece in me back together.

Make Sure To Be Bored More Often ~ Harry Styles Smut

Warning Smut

This is my first smut so bare with me and REQUESTS ARE OPEN so go ahead and request anything you want.  Feedback is great so please do sent some either on this or over ask/message.  I hope you enjoy

You were bored.  Beyond bored you were so close to going out of your mind.  Harry had just come back from a meeting which he had been at all day while you lay there watching reruns of Once Upon a Time, which has been your addiction since Harry had come back from America and had introduced you to it.  The whole fact it was based off Disney characters and other fictional childhood favourites made your day.  But, again after watching 10 episodes none stop even this began to bore you.  So, an idea came to your mind.  Harry’s fans adored you considering you were the only girl out there that had not broken his heart or used him for fame like a lot of his past girlfriends.  Following this you had a few followers of your own which lead to you doing what you did next.

It was 9 in the afternoon and considering Harry was in the bath relaxing after the day he’s had you decided open yourself to have a live stream.  Thinking that the fans would be able to keep you company while your boyfriend was busy was probably the best idea you had, had.  So, tweeting out on your phone that you were going to have a livestream in 10 minutes you then made your way up to your bedroom to get your laptop and set it up on your counter in the kitchen. Loading up twitter your livestream began and quickly your views went into the thousands.  

“Hi everyone” you laughed as the views increased every second.  “Okay I am going to try my best to look at everything you are sending to me but this is going a lot faster than I thought it would so it may take me some time, and I am sorry if I do not read your question as there are a lot of you.”  You hated letting them down, knowing that you used to be exactly like them when their tweet may not get answered by their favourite.  “Ah okay I have a question here from Alexa.  Lovely name by the way!  How’s your day been?”  you read out what was tweeted to you seconds ago.  “I am doing very well thank you just waiting for Harry to finish up in the bathroom so we can watch a movie, tonight we have decided on Space Between Us, my friends will not shut up about it so I think it’s time for me to finally give in and watch it.  Of course, I am dragging Harry into watching with me!”  Your happiness grew by the second, and honestly you were so glad that you had decided to do this.

Around an hour had passed and you decided to end the stream and go and check where Harry was you were beginning to miss him. “Okay guys, I think this is going to be the end of the live stream.  Thank you so much for tuning in and I hope you have a lovely night and I will hopefully do another one of these again soon with Harry maybe next time.  Good Night guys.”  You smiled at the camera before ending the livestream all together and turning your laptop off.  Just as you were about to call Harry’s name he came down the stairs with a few blankets and the movie you brought earlier this week.  As soon as he saw you his face lit up like it always did when he looked at you.

“Loved the live stream babe” Harry said while coming over to you and giving you a peck on the lips.  

“You watched, you could have come down and joined in.  You should have seen how many people thought I was joking when I said I was living with you. Next well have people saying were broken up” I joked even though I know there will be at least one person who says that.

“Sure, they will baby girl.  Anyway, will join you next time I was just taking care of something that would not be very PG for the livestream” Harry winked at you while his hand was down his joggers indicating to you what he meant.  You almost chocked on your own spit when that came out of his mouth.  You were slightly annoyed though it had been weeks since you two had had sex considering how busy he has been with his album, then interviews and traveling around American for a brief time.  This then meaning by the time he got home he was too tiered or “we’ll have sex tomorrow I swear” which never came.  But, you just rolled your eyes.  You needed tonight to be the night that the dry spell ended finally.  But, he was not going to get it that easily, of course a little teasing had to be in play.  

So, you went and got everything organised for tonight you put the pillows where you live them and what would be best comfortable for you and Harry and then got the blankets.  You hated England weather ever since Harry had come back from LA and had told you how perfect it was there.  It had been so hot the past few days, you literally could not sleep without a fan, now I had to go out with a coat on because it was too cold out.  How that happened i will never know.

You then went and put in the movie, you were so excited about watching this movie.  You had seen the trailer and almost cried from just that now having the movie you made sure to stock up on tissues.  You made yourself comfortable and then Harry made his way into the living room with just his joggers on.  How is this boy walking round like that when its 6 degrees out I will never know, but you were not going to complain?  He made his way to you so you could snuggle into him when you watch the movie. This was the one thing you loved most about watching movies with Harry and that was just being able to have him there to hold and having him stroke your back was pure bliss.

The movie was around half way through when you started your master plan, you were loving this movie so far but having Harry next to you shirtless was enough to drive any girl insane.  “Babe I am just going to go and get changed I am a little too warm in my jumper” you said innocently messing with your jumper sleeves trying to act as though you were too warm.  

“Do you want me to pause it?”  Harry asked as you made your way out of the room and towards your shared bedroom.  

“No, its fine ill only be a second” you admitted while rushing off to get changed into something you knew would fluster Harry just the slightest.  You did not want this to make him want to rip your clothes off but you also did not want him not to be a little flustered.  You changed your jumper for a tank top and made sure to take your bra off so your boobs were fully ready to be exposed and correct by Harry’s tender touch. You then put on some female boxer briefs so they were a little shorter than your PJ shorts and they made your bum look incredible.  You made your way back into the living room making sure to bend over just before you sat down to pick your phone up off the table, this receiving a sigh from behind you.  

You then straddled over Harry to get over your side of the sofa. “What are you doing Y/N, how can it take you this long to get back next to me” Harry began to stretch out as soon as you lay down again making sure to have your boobs level with his face.  

“I was just getting something sorry for taking so long” you rolled your eyes at this knowing full well Harry hated when you did not take him seriously sometimes.  His eyes looked you up and down before coughing and looking back at the movie.  You knew you were affecting him slightly and this made you so happy.  You subconsciously started to stroke up and down Harry’s chest while watching the movie, you knew he liked you doing this and you also knew it gave you a chance to accidently knock your hand over the waist band of his sweats and ‘accidently’ knock his dick.

Harry then turned around and snuggled into your neck, you checked the time to see that it was already 11 at night.  Knowing Harry was likely to be becoming sleepy you pushed his head up to meet your face.  “Y/N can we watch this movie tomorrow I want to sleep” Harry sighed.  Before he had chance to open his eyes you quickly planted your lips onto him feeling him groan underneath you.  The kiss turned heated a lot quicker than you expected and you pushed him sideward to that you could straddle him.  His eyes lighting up at the sight of you.  “Well it seems like I am no longer as tiered as I thought I was” you laughed at his comment become going down to kiss along his jaw while also grinding on him.  All you heard were curse words coming from Harry’s mouth which made you even more wet than you already were.

Harry’s hands began roaming your body and he began to pull off your boxer shorts.  This made you stop what you were doing to stop him.  “No Harry, you made me wait weeks for this so that means you will be waiting a little longer to see what I have.” You smirked loving being in control for once.  All he could do in return was groan as he was in pure bliss knowing that after so long this was finally going to happen.  You kissed your way down his chest slowly down to his ever-growing erection.  You slowly pushed down his sweats and began licking up his shaft.  You then began to push him into your mouth as much as you could, making sure to use your hand on what you could not fit in your mouth.

“Fuck Y/N this feels so good I have missed your mouth so much baby girl” he said while you bobbed your head quickly up and down his shaft.  You loved pleasing him but once he came in your mouth and he came down from his high, you decided to let him take control.  You enjoyed it when he did all the effort just to make you feel good and he hated to admit it but he loved being dominant and having you be a whimpering mess underneath him.  He quickly flipped you onto your back and pumped himself a few times to make himself hard again, “Y/N I fucking love you” he said with a groan as he made his way into you with a groan.  He began slow, making sure you felt every part of him, then he did what you loved most. He quickened the pace and began slamming into you.  

All that was heard throughout the room was moaning and slapping of skin to skin as he pounded into you with all his might.  “Ah fuck Harry that feels so good” you shouted as he pulled your legs up to his shoulders knowing you were both close.  He began to do a figure of eight in your clit so that you would follow him in your climax.  

“I am close too baby” Harry whimpered as he pounded into you the last few times you both got overcome with ecstasy.  Harry pulled out of you as you adjusted with the feeling of not having him inside of you, and you both came down from your highs.  “That was fucking amazing” Harry sighed as you looked over to him with a smile.

“Tell me about it”

“Make sure to be bored more often” Harry laughed as you lay down to watch the final scenes of the movie.

first date with connor murphy headcanons

requested// ‘first date with connor hcs?’

author’s note// YOU GUYS thank you for all the love i didn’t think i’d get so many people supporting me on like the first week thank you all wow hope you enjoy this !!


tw; crappy family mention, lil surprise smut at the end

  • okay let’s get ready
  • so you and connor met in like science class because he cheated off of your test and you both failed cause you didn’t know didley squat 
  • you both thought it was hysterical, and started to talk sometimes in class, joking around, stuff like that 
  • “hey, can i see number twenty three? oh wait, never mind, wouldn’t wanna ask you.”  was his personal favorite to use 
  • one day, he just like asked if you wanted to go to roller skating
  • separate headcanon; connor LOVES rollerskating and he loves it and everyone knows him there and stuff
  • okay focus emily
  • he picked you up, but he doesn’t have a car
  • and you had to incognito leave cause you didn’t tell your parents you were going on a date with the notorious druggie of the entire town
  • since connor did not have a car, you walked there, so it gave you plenty of time to talk and stuff
  • you mainly talked about your families, cause connor himself had a pretty shitty family, and you used to before your mom left your dad and got remarried so you bonded over horrible parent(s)!!!
  • about halfway there, he just like grabbed your hand real aggressively cause like he wanted to touch you but he had no idea how to like,, make it romantic
  • so he just like grabbed your hand, and you decided to entwine your fingers 
  • you got to the rollerskating place and evEryone knew connor, and he like had his pair of skates and he was so good omg 
  • he held your hand the whole time, cause you were a little rusty
  • he would pull you and spin you around, and he looked so happy and you were just as happy to be there with him, it was like seeing this whole different side of him that you loved 
  • you both got hotdogs, but you both only ate about half because you were way too busy talking about life and stuff
  • he was a great listener, he loved listening to you tell stories and talk about your friends and your, now, rather nice family
  • he told stories too, he would talk about when he was younger more, instead of all the negative things going on now
  • he walked you home and stuff, and like, he kissed you and he tasted like smoke tbh lol yikes but he like,,, quickly hugged you afterward it was all very stiff because bby had no idea what he was doing 
  • he was sweet to you though like he tried he really tried and there were many ;;)) more dates!!!
  • i just went on my first date so sorry if this was out of character i just like sweet plz love me

bonus!! first time with connor

  • connor was a kinkay man in all honesty 
  • but your first time wasn’t kinky at all
  • it wasn’t planned, it wasn’t insane, it was pretty vanilla
  • you were home alone, watching a horror movie, an intense sex scene came on, his lips made their way to your neck and the rest just happened
  • he didn’t try too much, he was kissing you all over your body, leaving marks on your breasts, your neck, everywhere
  • you were a literal mess underneath his touch 
  • he was good at it all too man
  • like he fingered you a lil and you went BESERK like hot damn those fingers are loNg and it wasn’t for long just a minute or two
  • he wrapped his arms completely around your waist, making sure you felt one hundred percent supported 
  • and because he wanted to feel closer to you while you had sex for the first time
  • you tried putting yourself on top, but it didn’t work out well and he felt like you were hurting yourself so he just got back on top lol
  • so many i love you’s omg and he complimented you and your body every single chance he could 
  • OKAY i wanna make this a separate hc cause i’m getting carRied away

it kills me bc like harr could’ve done like. a romantic comedy or a film with a lighter, cushier subject for his acting debut but he didn’t and is in a gritty, intense war movie by an insanely respected director where he had to work hard during the audition process and once earning the role he had to cut his hair and be out there in less than ideal conditions when filming and the movie is already being talked about as an Oscar contender and his performance a standout and I’m just SO PROUD OF HIM and love him endlessly and can’t wait for all he has in store for the rest of his very long career 💖

suicide squad as i would have written it:

cut out the enchantress entirely. totally unnecessary. we can keep rick flag. actually for the squad we should only have: harley quinn, deadshot, killer croc, captain boomerang, and el diablo. so the original setup is fine. whatever. but the villain shouldn’t be enchantress and her weird brother, but it should be: the joker

i can already hear you all groaning. remove jared leto from the equation for a moment, and bear with me. the joker cant find harley. the joker loves harley. not as person loves a person, but as a megalomaniac loves their most prizes possession. harley is his queen, the best thing he’s ever stole. he won’t let her be taken from him. so he starts just – killing people, bombing shit. he can’t find her and he’s furious. he demands her back, says he’ll destroy this whole damn world if they don’t give her back. because amanda waller is INSANE she sends the squad after him.

so rick flag has been given the leash to people he REALLY DOESN’T WANT TO HAVE LEASH FOR. but what’s to make us give a fuck about this man now that his lady love isn’t thrown up all in this mess? this is where diablo comes in.

so in the movie they have diablo be this peaceful reformed whatever. yawn. i don’t want him to be ghandi. i want him to be SUICIDAL. i want him to try killing himself day after day, i want that fireproof room there because he spends hours trying to burn himself to death, but always failing, because fire won’t be the thing that kills him. he hates himself, hate what he’s done, he killed his wife and children. there’s no coming back for him.

so the threat of death won’t keep him in line, not like it will with the others. so that’s why amanda calls in rick. rick flag, not the enchantress’s lover, but rick flag – el diablo’s brother in law. rick says you’re going to save the whole goddamn world and follow my orders, because you OWE ME. you killed my sister and my niece and my nephew, and you don’t get to just die and join them, you asshole. you have to do your penance first. and diablo agrees.

note: harley and deadshot hate diablo. there’s bad people, and then there’s bad people. and it doesn’t really matter that he didn’t mean it, he killed his wife and kids. deadshot cares about nothing in this world more than his daughter, and all harley wants is to settle down and have a family. both deadshot and harley are itching to put a bullet in this guy, and rick finds himself in the unenviable position of having to protect the superpowered asshole who killed his sister from the other assholes he’s in charge of.

so harley and deadshot become fast friends, just like in the movie. and boomerang is an asshole, but he likes a good time, he likes an adventure. this is fun. so they all go after the joker, and you bet your ass that everyone is calling amanda waller ten kinds of idiot for sending harley in after the joker. but they’ve all  got explosives in their neck, and if they don’t follow orders they die. so harley is playing this delicate game of at least giving the appearance of following orders while the joker does a lot of background shit to get her off her leash so she can come home. so in the meanwhile they’re fighting their way through joker’s traps and his goons, which is especially hilarious because at least twice they catch sight of harley and either give up or just run away screaming. hey, just like amanda says: harley does everything the joker does, but backwards and in high heels. the last thing anyone in joker’s crew (her crew) wants to do is fight her. so they run. and this goes like it does, boomerang blowing shit up and crock being silent, and diablo quietly doing as he’s told while harley and deadshot keep on helping each other out and having each other’s backs. (side note: croc and diablo develop a broship. boomerang remains the comic relief and is treated as a beloved if rabid dog)

so deadshot choosing not to kill harley was nice and all. but how about:

joker gets rid of all the kill switches, just because its easier to take them all out than one. he comes to get harley, who’s so fucking down to go. but she looks at deadshot with some regret, because it’s been so long since she’s had a real friend. this is a mistake. the joker notices and is instantly jealous, instantly furious. harley’s appeal is that she loves him more than anything else, to the exclusion of everything and everyone. so he turns the tables, points a gun a deadshot and tells harley to shoot him. she doesn’t want to, tries to convince him to let it go. but he won’t, says if she doesn’t kill deadshot, he will, and then he’ll kill her. if she loves him, she’ll kill deadshot. and deadshot gets harley, he understands her. so he says it’s okay, he wasn’t that keen to returning to prison anyway. “just take care of her for me, okay?” he says, not being specific, but she knows. he’s saying to take care of his daughter, he’s willing to die by her own hand so she can be with the man she loves and after that he’s still trusting her with his kid, the person he loves most in the world. and deadshot is her friend, but joker is her everything. so she picks up her gun and pulls the trigger and –

– shoots the joker dead.

and she’s sobbing and tries to point the gun on herself, because she just killed the love her life, but deadshot stops her and saves her, and he’s shocked and the squad is shocked and amanda waller is fucking floored. harley quinn just killed the joker. batman owes her a fucking fruit basket. and harley says “you’re not going back to prison” and pushes deadshot in to the getaway helicopter, and smooths back joker’s hair and reaches for his gun to point it at herself again but deadshot yells her name and so she leaves it all behind and gets in the chopper.

and harley quinn and deadshot escape. they don’t go far, they stay in gothem. joker’s crew was her crew too, and none of them skip a beat when she retakes her mantel, deadshot at her side. they all knew how her and the joker were, and she killed him. if any of them were willing to cross her before, they aren’t now. and deadshot straight up kidnaps his daughter from her abusive mother, sends her to the best schools and lives in a nice house with her. and during the day he’s still an assassin, still kills on command – harley’s command, specifically. and harley comes to the house, and deadshot’s daughter loves her, and harley gets what she wanted, if not who she thought she wanted it with: a life of crime and a family to come home to, the two things she loves. harley and deadshot rule the streets their way, and no one’s really sure if they’re good guys or bad guys or what. and no one stops them. because harley quinn killed the joker, and for the good guys it’s out of a sense of gratefulness and for the bad guys its from a sense of wariness, because now they know, or think they know.

god help anyone who disrespects the queen.

(then they break everyone else out and splash suicide squad across the city, because they’re not the good guys, but to quote one of my favorite shows: sometimes bad guys are the only good guys you get)

I don’t get it. I really, really don’t. Come on fandom, this is insane. What is with accusing Dumbledore of literally EVERYTHING! Now they say he didn’t fight for Hagrid and “allowing” him to be expelled when the books clearly say he tried to help him. Now they’re accusing him of “half-hearting” Newt’s defense and let him get expelled so he would put Dumbledore on a pedestal. Dumbledore supposedly LET all these things happen to people so they would worship him. Uh, people usually love you if you do GOOD for them. If Dumbledore REALLY wanted all these people to view him as a savior, how about actually SAVING them, for the love of fuck?! Come on, if Albus wanted an in with Newt, how about letting him STAY at school if he could?! Same thing with Hagrid, if Dumbledore wanted their gratitude it would make more sense to not “allow” their expulsions so that they’d be SUPER grateful! Why is this not registering?! Give them something to be grateful for! They’d love you if you DIDN’T supposedly half-ass their defense. Plus it’s the HEADMASTER’S call on who gets expelled. Dumbledore can’t make Dippet change his mind. He can’t make ANY human change their mind, if he could he’d be an actual manipulator. Dumbledore has better shit to do with his time and his life than to ruin lives. Which is the WORST thing to do if you want to make someone grateful to you. It’s not, never has and never fucking WILL be HIS job to fix everyone’s lives people. Deal with it.

Love- Mitch Marner

Originally posted by nylanderhoe

Ok so hopefully this was something like you had in mind anon! Alright I’m trying to get another one written before bed for you guys but we’ll see how it goes! Thank you all for being understanding and kind in this time of need for me! Love you boos!

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Anon Request: You’re literally the best I love you so much❤️ I would request one with Mitch where the girl hasn’t been in a relationship before, but her parents are divorced and so is her uncle and her friends have had really bad luck in relationships so she is really insecure about love and so, and then mitch does something really romantic and she starts crying cause it was so unexpected and she didn’t really think he loved her? Sorry if it’s too detailed:)


              “I love you.”

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rapha-senna  asked:

I still want my Stormpilot fic so how about Poe coming back from a long mission and Finn greeting him as soon as he lands with the fluffiest of kiss because they missed each other a lot ? (I am making myself swoon just imagining it) (Also, you gotta watch Rogue One) (Also also, so sorry if my madness over it spammed your dash ! I just ... aaaargh, best movie ever ! And the fandom is so nice and talented, it's insane) Hum. Anyway. Love and hugs, darling !

sorry it took me so long and also this thing decided to not be a drabble also angst but there’s the happy sappy ending I’m putting most of it under the cut hope you like <3


Every time Poe lands after yet another successful mission, Finn is there, waiting. Poe takes his helmet off and grins at him, spotting him among the crowd almost immediately, and then they weave their way through people and droids and cargoes being unloaded, running towards each other, colliding somewhere in between the unspoken words.

You’re alive. You’re back.

Hey buddy, I missed you.

This hug is where Finn wants to stay forever. Poe is his best friend and there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

The hug lasts just a few seconds and Poe’s hand ruffles Finn’s hair as they pull apart and Poe grins at him, again, telling him that the jacket still looks better on him than it ever did on Poe. Finn laughs and shakes his head and Poe slings his arm around Finn’s shoulders, steering them towards the base and their friends to celebrate another small victory. They laugh and drink and talk missions and plans and strategy and Finn is still, after all this time, amazed by how effortlessly he fits in. How this place and these people feel like a home he’s never had.

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Originally posted by hardyness

RIGHT RIGHT?!! The movie was just so amazing and Tom Holland deserves an Oscar for THAT SCENE if you know what I mean. T^T AND THANK YOU!! IM HAPPY YOU LOVE THE ART I DREW OF HIM! Honestly this movie is all I ever talk about it’s insane I’m not even sorry HAHAHAHHA! 

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warnings: swearing, mentions of death and blood

Once the killings restarted, you began climbing up the walls.

It got harder and harder to fall asleep each night, your mind being on high alert all the time. You couldn’t afford to let your guard down, or to be weak. Because weakness means death. And you wanted to get out of Lakewood and go on road trips and get into college and experience life.

Death at seventeen wasn’t an option.

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Domestic Meme W/Roy Harper

Big spoon/Little spoon?

most times your the big spoon because roy really likes being held but on the other hand, he often feels the need to protect you and be the big spoon.

Favorite non-sexual activity?

he really likes taking you parks so you guys can have picnics and this cafe down the street that has tons of books and board games..

Who uses all the hot water?

so, he tends to zone out when he’s taking showers and use all the hot water. he keeps suggesting showering together as a solution…

Most trivial thing they fight over?

you two argue over seating positions on the couch. he prefers to lay down…horizontally, this causes you to sit on the nearby love seat. you like to sit in the edge and put your feet on the coffee table (which means he pretty much lays his head in your lap while his feet dangle over the edge of the couch

Who does most of cleaning?

i have a feeling roy would clean up?? after living with the human trash can (jason todd) he’s grown accustomed to cleaning up after people’

Who has a season pass on their dvr/Who controls the Netflix queue?

roy really really loves the lifetime channel movies (if you don’t know, these movies are the really insane “i’m pregnant from the same man as my twin sister” type) so your dvr is full of them. you both control the netflix queue because let’s be honest; grey’s anatomy is the ultimate soap opera and you both love it

Who calls the super/landlord when the heat’s not working?

roy swears up and down that you have better people skills ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Who steals the blankets?

roy, the human toaster, is only a human toaster because he steals the covers (he doesn’t mind you being mad at him for it because he thinks it’s cute when you cuddle closer to him in your sleep)

Who leaves their stuff around?

you leave everything out. if you grab a mug out of the cabinet and then decide you don’t need it, you just leave it on the counter

Who remembers to buy the milk?

neither of you. it’s not until you’re planning to eat cereal or cookies that you remember that you guys forgot to buy more milk

Who remembers anniversaries?

you both remember anniversaries for different reasons. he remembers because he still can’t believe that you’re dating him (he counts the days). you remember because you love the idea of another amazing month/year (and day tbh) spent with him

Who cooks normally?

roy’s really trying to learn how to cooks because he likes making things for you but, it doesn’t always go well (like that one time he tried to make a romantic dinner and set the table on fire)

How often do they fight?

you guys have little fights over random, trivial things like washing the dishes and bleeding onto the couch. big fights are rare but a lot the time they’re caused by miscommunication so a little time to cool down plus a chat is all that’s needed

What do they do when they’re away from each other?

whenever you’re without roy your behavior is weird because you’re so used to talking to him and having him in your environment, being without him turns you into a different person. for him, being without you is hard because he’s always used to you being right there for him to talk to so, when he’s not around you he tends to be quieter (he writes down funny things that happened and weird things he saw so that he can tell you about them)

Nicknames for each other?

you for him; babe, honey, and speedy (lmao from young justice)
him for you; sweetheart, baby, and joyful (he uses that one when he wants something from you)

Who is more likely to pay for dinner?

okay so you didn’t hear it from me but if you take him to dinner and pay he will get so flustered and stay flustered the whole ride home (so you pay)

What would they get each other for gifts?

you for roy: you bought him a really nice bracelet with “for you, my love” engraved on the inside (he almost cried)
roy for you: he bought a shirt he found on the way home from patrol (it says ‘the arsenal is my boyfriend)

Who kissed who first?

the poor boy…what so…in love…he kissed you after the date (“it was an impulse decision!” he claims) and was pleasantly surprised when you kissed him back

Who made the first move?

it’s an awesome story that jason loves to tell because it includes him getting drunk and calling you (you’d been his friend for ages) and letting you know that roy was - in his words - absolutely without a doubt head over heels for you and that he’d want to go out that friday.

Who cusses more?

idk why but roy doesn’t strike me as the kind of person to cuss “unnecessarily.” i feel he would if he stubbed his toe or was trying to make a point so it doesn’t take much to cuss more than him

What would they do if the other was hurt?

roy (a walking cliche) is seriously ready to hurt someone you just say the word you (also a walking cliche) are also ready to hurt someone and more often than not roy has to talk you out of putting on a suit and fighting beside him

anonymous asked:

I used to hate the Joker because I barely read the comics and all I knew about him was how shitty he was to Harley Quinn. I loved him in the Lego Batman movie so I started reading the comics, watching the animated series and playing the games and now I'm in too deep. I'm love the serial killer clown????? ?? He's such a good character??? I'm blessed??

There is 2 modes whenever you’re a Joker fan.

‘My poor murder child he deserves so much better’


‘I hope harley beats his head in with a bat, utter filth’

But seriously,,,,

Joker’s character is insanely well developed. 78 years of comics featuring him, his psyche and his relationships. My favorite part about his character are the creative liberties each artist and writer takes with him. Joker, at his core, represents insanity, and it’s so cool to see how everyone treats that insanity. From the more quiet insanity of Ledger, to the explosive clown of Hamill, Joker will never fail to be an interesting character. All thanks to the imprecise definition of insanity. 

happy reading, ‘non!

here is a recommendation for you: 

Arkham Asylum - Grant Morrison & Dave McKean

Preference: You’re Their Best Friend.


You help him out a lot. If he’s going to be working late you’ll make sure the boys are all set and you’ll wait for Darry to get home. When he does you sit with him while he has dinner and talk to him. You would do anything to protect each other and you always come over to make sure everything is clean and taken care of but if it’s not you don’t do it yourself. You make all the boys help out.

When Darry got home that night Sodapop had gone off on a date and Ponyboy was doing homework in his room. He sat at the kitchen table and you made him a plate of food before sitting with him. He ate in silence and once he had finished you put something on the table in front of him.

“What the hell is this?” He asked picking up the cash.

“It’s for you. You work hard enough you don’t need to be spending these late nights working too all the time.”

“Take this, Y/N. I don’t want your money.”

“Well I don’t have anything I need it for right now okay? Don’t be so stubborn, Darry, and please just.. Just take it.”

He side and held it tightly in his fist. “You’re a good friend, you know?”

“I know.” You smiled and he kissed your head on the way to put his plate in the sink.

You two as best friends cuddle all the times and even hold hands as long as you both are single. You really are just friends and have absolutely no interest in each other but you are both someone who loves a good hug and you don’t mind giving it to each other if you need it. It drives you nuts when the boys tease you.

The gang all came over to watch some movie special on TV that night and you sat on the couch with your best friend Sodapop. Your legs were over his lap and your head was on his shoulder while his arms wrapped around his waist. During a commercial break Two-Bit looked over and whistled with a grin

“You two get hitched yet or what?” The others laughed and Sodapop raised an eyebrow at him.

“Hey this is more action than you’ve had in months, buddy, so I’d watch it.” He joked. The movie came back on and you two looked at each other, rolling your eyes fondly before your head went back onto his shoulder. You both sighed happily despite the guys relentless teasing throughout the night.

You really don’t like hanging around Ponyboy when he’s with the gang. You don’t hate them or anything but you think Ponyboy’s different when he’s with them so you’d rather hang out by yourself. But you make it a point to go to every one of his track meets and you always shock the others with how loud your usually pretty quiet self cheers.

You sat among Ponyboy’s brothers and friends while you waiting for his turn to run. You were mostly silent- only sharing a few words with Johnny when he asked you something and thanking Sodapop when he bought you a Coke. You were eagerly waiting for the match to start and when it did and you saw Ponyboy immediately speeding ahead you jumped up with a few of the guys. You cheer is name loudly and scream in excitement when he has the shortest time. All the others stare at you but you don’t care. After the match is over you wait around with them for Ponyboy and when he comes out you run into his arms.

“You did so great!” you squealed.

“Thank you,” he said and hugged you tightly. “I could hear you from the stands.” he laughed.

You pulled away and grinned proudly at him. “I probably won’t have a voice tomorrow because of it but it was worth it. Now let’s go celebrate.”

Ponyboy nodded and went to say hi to the other guys, Darry lifted him up in the air and the all shouted his name. You simply rolled your eyes fondly and followed your best friend.

You two balance each other out perfectly. You’re usually pretty serious but Two-Bit gets you to lighten up and have fun and you get him to rein himself in (usually). You’re dynamic works out really well. One night when you two were drunk you made a deal that if you’re not married by the time your thirty then you’ll marry each other but you don’t really have any interest in dating him currently and neither does he.

“Shorty, you’re wild.” Two-Bit laughed. The two of you were sitting in the bed of his truck sharing beers at the drive-in but you weren’t watching the movie. You had been drinking from pretty early on so the two of you were just laughing loudly at each other and having a great time. When you drank your filter tended to disappear and you said whatever came to mind. He was laughing at your latest idea.

“I’m serious,” You whined jokingly “Let’s get married.”

Two-Bit shook his head and took a long sip. “You are insane, Y/N. You know I love you but it ain’t that much.”

“I don’t mean now, stupid.” You laughed and scooted over to him so you could lean against him and support your weight as your head was starting to feel a bit dizzy. “I mean like in the future. If we’re both.. I dunno thirty and still single. I think we could make it work if we had to.”

“Fine,” he laughed. “If we’re both thirty and still single I will marry you. Now you better quit drinking, shorty, because if I’m driving you home later and you puke in my car there’ll be hell to pay.” 

The next day you don’t expect Two-Bit to have remembered your conversation until he hands you a safety pin the a beer bottle cap attached to it.

“What’s this?” You asked him.

“It’s like an engagement ring, fiancé.” He grinned. “We gotta wear something to show our possible marriage don’t we?”

“Yea I guess.” You laughed and pinned it on your jacket. You smiled at him. “Thanks, fiancé.”

Dally: (slight swearing in this one)
You are able to tell when something is bothering Dally extremely well and you’re always the one to sit him down and not let him leave until he’s at least said what the issue is before he does something stupid. Dally always liked having you around because you tell it like it is and you don’t run from a fight.

“You know I hate that broad,” Dally said as he sipped his beer. You were both sitting on the steps at Buck’s. You had brought out some drinks for you two to share so you could get Dally to talk. “That two timing girl. Man, I can’t believe she-“ he swore a few times at his ex-girlfriend Sylvia before taking a long sip so you spoke.

“I tell you every time, Dall, don’t go back to her. And you always do. You can’t complain if you keep falling for it.”

“Shut up,” he said “I just can’t believe it, you know? I feel like a real dumb ass. A real piece of shit-“

You cut him off immediately. “I don’t think you’re a piece of shit.”

He looked over to you. “Yea?”

“Yea. But you are a dumb ass.” You smiled and he smiled too.

One day in middle school during recess when Sodapop was absent Steve taught you how to fight in return for you helping him pick up girls and a friendship was made. It was a pretty good combination though sometimes you two would but heads pretty bad and go for days without talking. You would inevitably bump into each other by accident- or by set up from the gang sick of Steve moping around without you- and you would just start talking as if nothing had happened. It wasn’t that you two would stay mad at each other for that long, you’d get over it in a day but you were both to proud to apologize. Even with disagreements you loved each other and you know you’d protect each other at all costs.

“Hey..” You murmured awkwardly as Steve pulled up beside you walking on the side of the road. He was always your ride home from school but you two had an argument a few days prior and so you’d been walking home instead.

“You need a ride, girly?” he asked and you smiled slightly at the use of your nickname but you hesitated. “Come on it ain’t safe out here, you know I don’t like you walking all by your lonesome.”

“Fine.” You reply as you get into the passenger seat.

“Coke?” He asks holding up a bottle and you take it. He looks at you with a smile and you smile back and you know everything is okay again.

You two have been friends since you were little kids, you were a year younger than him but you were still close. You knew about Johnny’s home life and he knew about yours and somehow when you two hung out a weight was lifted off both of your shoulders before you even speak. You knew each other just as well as you knew yourself and you would often do something for each other before the other even has to ask. You finish each others sentences sometimes (literally) and then you’ll laugh about it for hours.

You met up with Johnny during lunch. You two liked to sit on the back steps so that he could smoke. You had been absent for a couple days and you were really missing your best friend so you hoped he didn’t bring Steve, or Two-Bit or Ponyboy along. You liked them a lot but you wanted to talk to Johnny alone. When you saw him you ran up to him and hugged him tightly, you could tell he missed you. The two of you sat on the steps facing each other- backs against the railings. You were silent for a bit while he smoked and ate half of the peanut butter and jelly sandwich you brought him. You took a little longer with yours because you liked to pick the crust off. You always share chips and a soda with him too.

“You ever wanted to runaway?” You say after a little while. “To some place you’ve never been before.”

“I haven’t been anywhere before. This town is it.” he replied.

“I know. But it’s an exciting thought.” Johnny nodded in response and you continued. “I think I know where I’d go. I have a pretty good plan in mind but I’d never run away without you.”

Johnny looked up at you. He knew you wouldn’t ever actually go period but the two of you always said stuff like this. ‘What if’s’. What if you two ran away? What if you two had good parents. “No sense thinking about what you can’t change. It’s better to think about what you have.” he said.

“I have you.” you smiled.

“You have me. Now come on, I’ll buy you a candy bar.” He said and stood up. You grinned loving how Johnny knew just what to say to make you feel slightly better, even just for a minute with something as simple as a candy bar.

So I just came back from Alien: Covenant and I am dead. I loved it, despite what some reviews might say, it was good. (NO SPOILERS) The only thing I wished they had done, was that they had connected the movie more towards Prometheus. Like, what and who were the Engineers?

Also, I was smiling like a madman everytime David was on screen. If you hate him, I will fight you. Yes, he might have gone insane, but honestly what did you expect? After the way he has been treated his whole life. While David has emtions and they are real. He is so human, I can see why he has done what he did.

Also, Walter was so sweet and caring. And Daniels was badass, so was Tee.

I might do a spoiler review if anyone would be interested >3

MCL Boyfriend Headcanons: The Boys as Parents


  • He’s one of those parents that reads parental guidance books. If something happens that isn’t in the book he’s pretty much like “What did I do wrong?? Why isn’t this working???” He just kind of expects everything to work exactly how it does in the books at first.
  • He’s not super strict because he knows that can put a lot of stress on kids, since his dad was pretty strict with him. He allows his kids to have freedom because he really missed out on a lot of things until he got into his late teens. But he will definitely put his foot down when he needs to, and his kids won’t be able to get away with anything.
  • He absolutely adores his family though. Sometimes you’ll catch him staring at you guys with the most loving smile on his face, and he’ll walk over and wrap all of you in a tight hug.
  • Tries to spend a lot of time with them when he isn’t busy. Goes to every single school event, recital, etc. He refuses to miss out on anything, probably has it all on camera too.
  • He’s always like, prepared as f***. They get a scrape on their knee? He’s about to make it rain with some Band-Aids. They spill food/juice on themselves? It’s cool, he’s got like 3 extra outfits in the car.
  • He’s also super passive aggressive too. Like if your kid is being bullied he’ll talk to the bully’s parents and is low-key threatening them.


  • He’s the parent that’s always letting your child have something that they DO NOT need.
  • “Castiel, they already had two cookies today!”
  • “Well one more couldn’t hurt, right?”
  • Always getting him and his kids into hilariously bad situations. That 500 dollar vase that is now on the floor in pieces? They all did it. They were running around the living room and bumped into it.
  • Always buying them treats and toys when he can.
  • He’s super protective of his kids. They can do no wrong in his eyes. He’s the parent that won’t hesitate to punch another parent in the face if their kid is bullying his.
  • Demon is extra protective of them too, like do not touch them. He’ll kill you.
  • He doesn’t realize it but his kids have him wrapped around their fingers. Especially if he had a girl, oh my god. She gets away with everything. If she gets in trouble by mom he’s all like “Come on, it can’t be all that serious babe?”
  • He’s that dad that will without hesitation play with his daughter. Barbies, dress up, painting nails, all of that. But he’ll be damned if he lets anyone see him doing this, even you. Little does he knows you have a picture of him with a tiara and blue eye shadow on.


  • He’s a super chill dad. He just kind of monitors his kid in the back ground to make sure they’re okay. If they’re playing in a different room he’ll randomly check on them, and just watch with a smile on his face.
  • He leaves the disciplining up to you because he doesn’t really know what he should do, but if his kids are acting up he shuts it down so hard. They don’t even have the opportunity to actually be bad because he just pops up out of nowhere. Low-key kind of scares your kids because they never know when he’s watching.
  • He gives the greatest advice to your kids, they can talk to him about anything and they never feel like he’s judging them.
  • If he has a daughter he treats her like a freaking princess. He’ll be a total gentleman to her and will teach her to never let anyone treat her any less than that.
  • Loves having tea parties with her. It’s super cute because she actually knows proper table etiquette and will lecture you if you don’t do something correctly.
  • Loves cuddling with his kids when they’re super little. You catch him asleep with your kid soundly snuggled into his side, probably sleeping too. He loves placing a kiss at the top of their heads too, no matter how old.


  • He’s literally that parent that your kids go to when you say no because he always says yes and its so annoying. That cookie you said they couldn’t have? They just ate it. Why? “Cause daddy said I could have one.”
  • This leads to the occasional argument, well more so you yelling and lecturing him. “Well, they didn’t tell me you said no!” He leaves the disciplining up to you cause he honestly just doesn’t care half the time, but of course if they get way too out of line he steps in.
  • He’s super laid back with his kids, rarely ever gets serious with them. He gets into so much mischief with them, it drives you insane. It’s like you’re taking care of a giant kid as well and the ones you have already
  • Him and his kids have the best relationship, it’s so cute. He loves relaxing with them on the couch, watching a dorky Disney movie or playing video games. They have lots of late night snack binges together. He’s also super affectionate with them, he’ll give them random kisses on their cheeks, and really tight hugs, which annoys his kids as they get older but he doesn’t care, he loves them too much.


  • For some reason I see Kentin having girls only?? You’d only have a boy after like the third kid.
  • His daughters have him completely wrapped around his finger. Like Castiel, but worse. He’s completely oblivious to it but his little girls are playing him so hard, it’s kind of sad. He gets them whatever they want, and they get away with way more than they should when you aren’t around.
  • He sticks them to a pretty healthy diet, only allowing the occasional treat here and there but sometimes when you aren’t looking he’ll slip them an extra piece of candy. But it’s pretty obvious when they’re bouncing off the walls later.
  • Hates having to discipline them cause he feels really bad about it, but he knows he has to put his foot down. He hates upsetting his kids though so he usually lets them off the hook pretty quickly, with a hug and a peck on their forehead.
  • He loves cuddling with all of you in the bed with a movie, and you all fall asleep. He kisses all of your cheeks before going to sleep himself.
  • Extra mama bear up in here. Don’t you dare try to mess with his children cause he will without hesitation beat your ass. Those are his babies, he’d die for them if he had to.

(I put them as adults in these, so if you’d like a teen version, let me know when requests are open again)