her face is so perfect it makes me angry

Floristry Kisses

Regulus Black x Reader

Requested plot: My baby regulus needs some lovin’ so i was wondering if you could write cute and fluffy imagine? idk about the plot so you have free hands.

Word count: 717

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything recognisable.

Warning: None

The days between Hogwarts terms usually passed by fairly quickly. She had never felt as bored during her summer break as she did now. (Y/N) waved her wand; flowers started blooming around her in brilliant colours. Red, yellow, green and blue petals spread across the girl’s vision.

It was not that (Y/N) disliked the flower shop, rather the opposite. She loved the smell of freshly cut flowers, and she knew of nothing better than picking the right combination of flowers for the witches and wizards buying beautiful bouquets for their loved ones. The problem was that her only other friend at Hogwarts had graduated this summer, so next term would be beyond weird. They had always been the three of them, now they would be only two.

A familiar young man with dark hair slammed the door behind him, interrupting (Y/N)’s thoughts. He looked aggravated, his usually soft features had hardened, his eyes glowing in contrast with his pale skin.

“Good afternoon,” (Y/N) called out to the Slytherin boy.

He looked at her; his stiff mouth softened, but only for a split second. The sound of metal hitting metal caused the girl to jump back. Regulus’ fist dropped at least 10 galleons on the countertop, his raspy voice asked: “How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flowers?”

(Y/N) pressed her lips together and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

“I don’t know, who’s the lucky one?” (Y/N) asked back.

“My brother.”


“The one and only,” Regulus nodded.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh, if was no secret the two Black brothers had their fair share of problems. At Hogwarts they would always try to out-prank each other in one way or another. Albus Dumbledore had made an announcement last year that any type of sparkly quills had been banned from the school, to every student’s amusement. Of course that had been Regulus’ during, as Sirius and his Marauder friends had walked around with glittering skin for the next two weeks.

“What did he do this time?” (Y/N) asked curious.

Regulus looked at the girl, his eyes tracing her from top to bottom. The way his gaze covered every inch of her body, she could feel her cheeks burn in the colour of the roses next to her. He smiled, picking up one of the yellow flowers floating in the air next to them.

“My dear brother found the time to go back home and decline my position as Head Boy for next year,” he groaned.

“Sucks,” (Y/N) mumbled, “So, who’s Head Boy now?” she continued.

“Merlin knows, probably Potter,” Regulus’ eyes left (Y/N)’s body, moving towards the many flowers around them. “That’s why I need you, (Y/N), to make me the perfect ‘fuck you’ bouquet.”

“And what do I gain from helping you?” She asked with a smile.

“You’re my girlfriend, you don’t gain anything other than the satisfaction of helping me out,” he moved around the counter so he stood only inches away from her face. His kisses were always soft, no matter how angry he was, he was sweet, and soft, and beautiful.

“Shouldn’t the two of you lay down your weapons soon?” she asked, kissing his cheek.

“No,” he lifted her hands into his palms.

“You’re the most stubborn person I know, Regulus,” she mumbled as his thumb smudged out the lipstick stain on his skin, “Also, you could never be Head Boy, not the way you jump around dueling your brother right and left,” she felt his lips on her fingertips. The skin had been torn multiple times due to thorns.

“You’re just jealous, love,” he smiled.

“Of you?” (Y/N) laughed loudly.

“Oh shut up before I have you make two bouquets!”

“I can’t make gifts for myself, that’s just tragic,” she joked, resting her back against the countertop.

“But hey,” Regulus mumbled against the girl’s ear, “I know something that could take my mind off of the awful git of a brother..” He traced butterfly kisses down her neck.

“I’m sure you do, but everything is not about you, Regulus Black,” (Y/N) pushed him away as he stole one more kiss from her lips, “Some of us actually have work to do.” She told him as the bell above the door rang and two young witches walked in through the door.

anonymous asked:

A Chloe x Alya fic where they love each other as volpina and the bee thing (I'm tired and brain dead rn so I'm bad at articulating things but I hope you know what I'm talking about) but despise each other as their real selves? And make it a reveal fic? This could be a chapter fic or one shot I don't care but please :D

Bless you, praise you anon.

Okay, so ehre we go! Did someone ask for Dark Cupid but with Queen Bee and Vixen? Too bad, cause this is pretty much what I did/ Bonus points if any of you get where I got Queen Bee’s attack from.

Part 2(coming soon)(cause no way in hell I’m leaving this as it is lmao what are you taking me for, someone who can write angst and leave it as it is?)

Alya had one day from hell because of one and only Chloé Bourgeois. She had never been more grateful for an akuma, it gave her the chance to blow some steam. True, she was using her flute more like Chat was using his staff, rather than make some illusions, but she was in the mood to hit something. And the new akuma gave her the perfect opportunity. She didn’t pay much attention to the name but it was turning people in fairytale characters. Why was Hawkmoth akumatizing little kids again? Right, because he was an asshole.

“What got you so riled up, foxy?”

“Nothing you should worry about, your highness.” Alya replied playfully while kicking another knight over the head.

“That angry scowl on your gorgeous face always gets me worried.” she declared wrapping the string of her spinning top around two knight before slamming them against a tree.

“Well, I’d hate if my small problems would ruin that bright smile off your face.”

Queen Bee kept smiling, ready to flirt back, when Ladybug shouted for her. “B! I could really use your help right now.”

The blonde turned towards the akuma that was momentarily being kept in place by Ladybug’s yoyo. Alya moved to cover her as she called for her signature move.

“Poison Sting!” she called out moving her spinning top towards the akuma

Alya didn’t quite catch what happened next. The akuma managed to escape Ladybug’s grip, dodging the spinning top and at the same time sending an attack towards Queen Bee. The next thing Alya saw was her teammate lying unconscious on the ground. And one of the gems in her comb began to flicker. Alya’s heart sunk.

“Get her out!” Chat screamed at her while dodging another attack. “Secret identity. We got this. Go!”

Without hesitation, Alya picked Queen Bee up and began to run. She did her best to avoid the crowd as she sprung on a lamp post then on a lower roof, then a higher one. By the time they reached what she considered a secluded enough corner two of the gems on her comb already flickered off.

“B,” Alya called out gently shaking her shoulder. “Come on Queenie, don’t do this.”

She was desperate. Queen Bee was close to detransform and knocked out by whatever the akuma did to them. Okay, think Alya, think. The akuma knocked only her out, right? She turned some people into knights and she even saw some frogs. The akuma was fairytale based and… of course! Alya snapped her fingers, finally finding the solution.

Looking down at Queen Bee, slipping peacefully with her head in Alya’s lap. She was never the biggest fan of those tropes from the fairy tales she used to read to her sisters, but they were in a desperate need right now. So desperate to even use a true love’s kiss.

(She tried to ignore the weird sensation in her stomach at the thought of it not working.)

Stroking her cheek gently, Alya leaned over, capturing Queen Bee’s lips in a kiss. Ironically, her lips really tasted like honey. She can’t wait to tease her for this later. And maybe kiss her again.

After what Alya thought was enough to break the spell, she broke the kiss, looking down at her partner. Queen Bee frowned and began opening her eyes.

“Huh? What happened?” her eyes squinted around, confused. Then she noticed who was looking down at her, her lips curling in a smile. “Well, hello there beautiful. ” she stood up, allowing them to be on the same eye level. “Care to tell me what happened after the akuma hit me?”

Alya felt relief flood her. It worked! Queenie was safe and sound. And she was apparently her true love, but they’ll discuss that later. Alya was beaming. But before she could answer a golden light appeared, making her shield her eyes. Oh, no. So had forgotten entirely about the detransformation. And while Alya knew she should have looked away and protect the identity of her partner, but she was frozen in place. And as the light vanished in Queen Bee’s place stood one and only Chloé Bourgeois. Alya gasped.

“This… was unexpected.” the blonde remarked as her kwami hid with a snicker. Looking at Alya she gave her a smile, almost shy smile that wasn’t characteristic for either her personas. “Hey, foxy, I know I’m sexy, but close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.”

Alya did that. She wasn’t sure what to feel in that moment. It was too much. A wave of all kinds of feelings hit her and almost knocked her off her feet. She couldn’t do this. Not now. She got on her shakily before beginning to back off.

“Vixen?” Chloé called her superhero name in what felt like forever. “Look, I know we aren’t supposed to know, but the bright part.”

“Just… don’t.” Alya managed to say turning her back. She couldn’t do this. For once in her life, Alya felt like running away.

Chloé stood on the rooftop looking at the orange figure disappearing over the rooftops. And for the first time in years, her heart was shattering again.

The End|Optional Bias Scenario

A/N - I couldn’t sleep last night, so this happened. I hope you all still remember us and this blog ♥ Our exams are almost suffocating but we will be more active soon! Love you all!
- Admin Ayu

Genre: Angst
Plot: You’re terminal and your husband is cheating on you, so you decide to let him go for good.
POV: First Person
Word Count: 832

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Somewhere, Someday, part sixteen

Characters – Sam x Reader, OC x Reader, Dean, Cas

Summary – The boys have finally found you; now can you all get away without a fight?

Word Count – 3,435

Warnings – Some minor angst and more language than I usually have – cause sometimes “you jerk” just doesn’t cut it.  ;)

A/N – Let me know if you’d like added to either forever or the series tags list.  As always, feedback is sincerely appreciated!

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Originally posted by stetsonsalvatore

Your name: submit What is this?

His green eyes were cloudy with anger.  “I’d love a few minutes alone with dear old Luke.  I’d love to explain to him how his treatment of my little sister makes me feel.”

You didn’t quite know what to say to that, as you were both hoping Luke came back and hoping he stayed away.  Instead of saying anything, you simply started walking toward the door to the interior elevators and made your way back to your apartment, with the guys following closely behind you.  

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Dear Diana

A/N: this was another great request, hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by dianapforlunch

“Diana, is this yours?” Diana looked up to see Barry holding a small journal and she shook her head slowly.

“No, that’s (Y/N)’s.” Just as he went to open it she ran over to him and snatched it out of his hand. “Barry don’t read it. She might have something personal in there.” He smirked and snatched it back. “Barry.”

“What? What if there’s something we should know in here? Something that could save the world? Or maybe..” his voice faded off as he flipped through pages, and his eyes widened as he reached a certain one. “Woah.”

“What is it?” Diana moved closer then stopped. “Wait, Barry no. She could walk in and-“

“Dear Diana,” he started. He shot his eyes up to meet hers. “You’re absolutely positive? There’s some good stuff on here.” She huffed and snatched the book from his grasp and he continued to read outloud.

“This is hard. Being in love with a Justice League member is hard. Especially because she doesn’t make it any easier. Like, what the fuck? Here’s the problem. She obviously has perfect lips, which would be totally fine if the rest of her was a little fucked up. But the rest of her isn’t fucked up! The rest of her is also perfect!”

Diana felt her cheeks redening as Barry continued reading.

“That’s not fair! How am I not supposed to love that? Then look at her eyes. Perfect fucking eyes. I just melt whenever I see her eyes. Like are you kidding? Is this a joke? IS SHE PHOTOSHOPPED? It’s so bullshit it makes me angry. Point out ONE FLAW ON DIANAS FACE. TOO BAD, YOU CANT. ITS IMPOSSIBLE.”

Diana had no clue that you’d felt this way about her at all, and she’s had trouble shutting down her feelings for you when she’d thought you weren’t interested in her. She felt a smile tugging at her lips and she couldn’t help but oblige.

“I bet her ears look stupid or something. Nope, they’re perfect too. This is going to be harder than expected. Much harder.” Barry snatched it back from Diana and tried to flip a few pages. “This is great! I never knew (Y/N) was so passionate about love. Especially for you Diana.” That was before before Diana slammed it shut. “Hey!”

“What if she comes back and-“

“Is that my diary?” You ran over to in and Barry handed it to you quickly. “Why do you two have it? What were you doing with it??” Diana, still blushing from what Barry had red turned even redder if that was possible and Barry was on his way out the door.

“I’ll let you two figure this out..?” He flashed (haha) out the room and left you and Diana alone.

“Diana, you two didn’t read anything did you?” She hesitated for a moment.

“It depends. Do you really think my ears are stupid?” She said that with her geeky grin and you couldn’t help but mentally facepalm at the sight of it. “Barry opened it and just started reading it. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. Well, actually, it is.”

“How is it my fault? I didn’t know you liked me back!”

“Wait, back?” You felt a blush creep across your cheeks as well and you both stood in silence for a moment.

“Well, I guess we’ve both been hiding some things..”

“We could always, you know.. Um..”

“(Y/N)? I know I found out in the weirdest way possible, and this isn’t how I wanted to ask, but.. Will you be my girlfriend and let me take you out tomorrow?” You couldn’t even properly get the words out before throwing your arms around her and nodding quickly. She kissed your forehead gently before whispering. “I’m going to have to kill Barry after this.”


“He’s watching us right now.” She chuckled as you spin around and saw him at the door snickering.


Why is it so important to heterosexual people that the guy be taller than the girl??? Like I really really do not get this weird aspect of masculinity? Why can’t a tall girl wear heels if it makes her taller than her date? Like let her flaunt them long ass legs, be her armrest for a night, it’s no big deal. Why do short guys get so defensive over being short? You’re at perfect boob height! Face in boob every hug! EVERY HUG! Why must we romanticize tall dudes because they can reach tall things for girls? You know what else can help with that? Step stool.

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you're still taking prompts, but I'd kill for anything Supergirl. Superlane? Either way, b l e s s you for your writing <3

one thing kara has always been very good at is multitasking. okay, sure, except when her super secret identity is just shy of being found out—in her defence, though, miss grant is, like, really clever and really, really dogged about her “search for the truth, kiera. remember that.” but that’s a worry for another day. all she has to multitask now is listening to alex’s instructions in her ear and then trying really hard to block them out because actually alex appears to have zero clue on how to avoid all six of this aliens arms—limbs—appendage things. 

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Eva lets out a sigh and turns around to see Forrest watching her with an uneasy but gentle smile on his face. She wants to be angry and tell him to go away and leave her alone, but the look on his face is the same face a wounded puppy might pull. She doesn’t have the inner strength to make him leave right now.

Eva: “I guess I shouldn’t be so predictable.”

Forrest: “I’m glad you are, Doll. I was an idiot, there’s nothing that would stop me from chasing after you. I’m just going to wait here in case you’d like to talk to me.”

SF9 React to their girlfriend being insecure about her smile

Anonymous requested: Haii, can I request sf9’s reaction to ther girlfriend being insecure about her smile because she has crooked teeth or a teeth gap??? Thank you in advance 💝

So body positivity message: You guys are all beautiful, especially when you smile. If anyone says anything else, they have their own insecurities and are just trying to channel those emotions towards you. Ignore it. You’re beautiful the way you are and you deserve to know that!


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anonymous asked:

here’s the thing, Gal Gadot obviously has a perfect face, which would be fun if the rest of her was a little FUCKED UP, but the rest of her isn’t fucked up, THE REST OF HER IS ALSO PERFECT. THATS NOT FAIR! LIKE IS SHE PHOTOSHOPPED? ITS SO BULLSHIT IT MAKES ME ANGRY. PERFECT FUCKING EYES! My heart melts whenever I see them. I bet her ears look stupid or something. NOPE, THEY LOOK GREAT. SHIT.

This is my mood 24/7

SNSD Reaction to: You Being an Idol Who Other Idols Want to be With

Taeyeon: “ah, that’s true. (y/n) really is amazing! I fell in love with all those same qualities you just listed. too bad for you that they’re dating me. we’re the perfect idol couple” #savagetaengoo

Originally posted by my-soshistar

Jessica: conceal don’t feel don’t let them know - oh fuck it. while the idol is mid telling the mc that they would love to go on wgm with you (making her unintentionally jealous), she butts in with a glorious smile on her face like “oh really? but (y/n) is dating me so I don’t see that happening. sorry not sorry

Originally posted by jongdeer

Sunny: is proud af like “yaaas, you see dis, it’s mINE.” and isn’t angry or jealous about other idols liking you. in fact, she kind of likes it. getting to listen to ppl list off how perfect you are then going home and cuddling with you, while the others can only dream, makes her appreciate you even more

Originally posted by jungstals

Tiffany: if some idol is talking about how you’re their ideal type with her sitting right there, she’ll probably feel a little bad. and pat the person’s shoulder like “oh, you didn’t know? (y/n) is dating me” but not in a rude way.

she genuinely feels bad that they can see all the same qualities in you that she fell for. and she would hate to be them, watching you date someone else

Originally posted by la-rosa-del-sur

Hyoyeon: lowkey tries to assert her dominance by posting lots of couple selca’s with you and buying you snsd/hyoyeon merch and casually suggesting you should wear it all the time

Originally posted by hyo-edits

Yuri: is on a show, listening to some idol gush about you. and the camera slowly zooms in on her triumphant face as she sits there thinking “yeah, dream on”

Originally posted by hyotmess

Sooyoung: “it’s nice that other idols can see how amazing you are, jagi. it’s just a shame for them that you’re mine”

Originally posted by meemossi

Yoona: feels kind of bad. so many people love you and she’s keeping you all to herself??

Originally posted by yoonaloveh

Seohyun: feels sort of victorious? like, you could have had your pick of idols yet you chose her? and she realises that your love for her is obviously very true and then tries her hardest to keep you. sometimes it’s a little overbearing and she’s at you too much. but she’s just trying to show her love and not lose you

Originally posted by la-rosa-del-sur

That Moment

Title: That Moment
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader
Word count: 1,115
Warnings: Angst, language, alcohol consumption
A/N: Written for @spnbuddywriters SPN Team Building Challenge. Italics are flashbacks. Read Part 1 by @winchesterswoonathon​ [x]

“Tell me not to go, that you want me to stay,” she demanded, emotion thickening her voice.

He couldn’t look at her, not when she was looking at him like he was her whole world. “You know I do.” And it was true. Dean didn’t want her to leave, it would tear him apart if she followed through with her threat.

Nothing about the scenario was new; her threatening to leave, Dean unwilling to ask her to stay, the drinking, the mark of Cain. They’d fought about how he was behaving, how the mark was changing him, how he was a shadow of his former self, how different he was, blah blah blah. Truth was, he didn’t know how much more of her nagging he could take.

“Dean, look at me,” she demanded.

Rather than do as he was told, he threw back another shot of whiskey, not even cringing at the burning in his chest.

“Goddamn it,” she screamed, throwing her hands through her hair.

Dean cringed and shook his head, because in that moment, he knew. He knew he couldn’t sweet talk his way out of it, not like he had hundreds of times before. He couldn’t explain it away with half-truths and lies by omission. He just couldn’t do it anymore.

He clenched his jaw and finally looked at her, hoping his eyes weren’t flickering with any kind of emotion other than contempt. “Maybe you should go.” Fuck. That hurt more than he thought it would.

She stumbled back as if his words had hit her like a tidal wave. “No,” she stammered. “You don’t mean that.”

“Actually, I do, Y/N. You don’t want to be here and I… well, I don’t want you here.” His words were like venom on the tip of his tongue, poisoning the woman he loved and leaving a nasty ass taste in his mouth.

She stood there, staring at him for almost a full minute before it sank in that he wasn’t playing some cruel joke, that he really did want her gone. Sniffling loudly and swiping a hand over her wet face, she nodded curtly. She grabbed her clothes and shoved them into a duffel, not allowing herself to break under the heavy weight of his gaze. It took less than 30 seconds to pack up her belongings, but to Dean, it felt like all the time in the world and no time at all had passed.

She was standing at the edge of the table, something silver in her hand. “Goodbye, Dean.”

Dean watched it land on the table, clinking softly against the side of his glass. It was the bullet casing from her first hunt, the hunt where she almost died. It was Dean’s bullet that saved her life. It was Dean’s bullet that she wore on a necklace ever since that night.

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Mr & Mrs Smith - Part 4

Dean x Reader

Y/N and Dean don’t really like each other. So what happens when they have to pretend to be a happy newlywed couple for a hunt?

[Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3]

A/N: Time to get some answers :) 

Based on The Proposal @daydreamingintheimpala thanks for reminding me :)

Tags: @kbrand0 @getyourrocksalt @mrswhozeewhatsis @daydreamingintheimpala @hoopluh @star-gazer178 @priestly-winchested @toot-the-hoot-for-spn @descentofthe-losechesters @fluffy-winchesters 

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Draco Malfoy X Reader: Cheated

Summary: The reader breaks up with Draco because he cheated on her with Pansy.


Word Count:1580

Tag List: @waytooinlovewithdeanwinchester, @waytooinlovewithfandoms

Originally posted by legendrarrymalfoy

(Y/n)’s feet felt like led as she walked up the stairs to meet her soon to be ex boyfriend Draco Malfoy. She loved Draco with all of her heart, but she had to break it off with him because he had cheated on her with Pansy Parkinson. She saw Draco standing outside the slytherin common room. He smiled when he saw (Y/n). Before she could say anything to him he walked over and kissed her passionately. When he pulled away (Y/n) looked down almost in tears. Draco tilted her face back up so he could see her. His grey eyes searched her (e/c) eyes for why she looked so sad.
“What’s wrong love?”
“What do you mean what’s wrong? You cheated on me Draco!”
“Wait what?”
“Don’t deny it you cheated on me!”
“I’m so sorry (Y/n)”
“Were done Malfoy” Hurt flashed through his eyes when (Y/n) called him by his last name again.
(Y/n)’s heart shattered. She had hoped it would be just like the stories where the guy turned out to be innocent and they lived happily ever after but this wasn’t the case. (Y/n) turned to leave. Draco caught her arm.
“Can I explain myself?”
“I don’t think I want to hear it Malfoy”
(Y/n) walked away, leaving Draco near tears. She went to the library and sat down. She was a slytherin but she wasn’t mean like the others. She was friends with everybody. She grabbed a random book and sat down to read. She didn’t care what the book was about, she just wanted to get her mind off Draco. She eventually got pulled into the book and didn’t hear somebody walk up next to her.
She looked up and sighed with relief when she saw that it was just Hermione. Hermione looked concerned.
“Hi Hermione”
“I heard you broke up with Draco”
“Yeah… He cheated on me with Pansy”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that”
“It’s okay. I guess it wasn’t meant to be”
“I don’t know (Y/n) you seemed good together.”
“Did I do something wrong? Was I not good enough?”
“No (Y/n) I think you were too good for him, you brought out the good in him, you made him stop calling me mudblood and you made him stop beating up first years. If anything you were too good for him than not good enough”
“Thanks Hermione”
“No problem, you were always there to cheer me up so I will definently be there when you are sad (Y/n)”
“Hey how is it going with you and Ron?”
“Yeah, I know you fancy him”
“Oh… There isn’t anything special between us, right now we are just friends even though I want to be more.”
“I’m sure if you talk to him you would see that he wants to be more than just friends too”
“Yes. Now go! Shoo! Talk to him”
“Okay ,okay”
Hermione left and (Y/n) went back to reading her book. She stayed in the library for a few hours longer, then went back to her dorm. When everyone went to diner (Y/n) turned into her pillow and cried. She didn’t eat anymore, she still went to class and got good grades. She tried to look better than ever so that maybe she would be good enough for somebody. Draco saw her changing and didn’t like it one bit. He still loved her, so naturally he tried to get her to understand that he didn’t want Pansy and that she had thrown herself on him and that he only wanted (Y/n) but she wouldn’t listen. Then Draco decided to work it out with her no matter what. So when they were partnered up together in potions Draco made their potion explode so that they would have to do it again after class. They stayed after class to start over again.
“(Y/n) you know I blew up the potion on purpose right?”
“Yes, I know you wouldn’t make a mistake like that Malfoy”
“Yeah, the reason is that I wanted to talk to you is because I want to go out with you again”
“I thought you an Pansy were going at it”
“No! I hate her, she isn’t the one for me. You are”
(Y/n) looked at Draco and saw that he was telling the truth. She didn’t want to get hurt again.
“I’m sorry Draco but I don’t think I want to date you again”
“Why not?”
“I don’t want to feel like I did”
“You know what?”
“Pansy was trying to break us up because she thought it was going to make me go out with her”
“Well her plan worked”
“Not exactly”
“What do you mean?”
“I didn’t go out with her, when you left I went up to my room and cried not caring who saw, and then you didn’t come to dinner I just assumed you were crying too”
“I was”
“(Y/n) why don’t you eat anymore? That is really bad for you”
“I wanted to lose weight”
“Why? You are perfect the way you are”
“I thought I wasn’t good enough so I decided to change”
“Why did you think that you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen”
“Better than Pansy?”
“Way better”
“Okay Draco, I will give us another shot, but promise me something”
“Can you make sure Pansy knows you love me?”
“Of course”
They finished their potion and went to dinner. Pansy looked up, her face became angry when she saw Draco with (Y/n).
“Why are you here (Y/n)?”
Before (Y/n) could say anything Draco spoke up.
“She is here because we are back together. So she isn’t up in her room crying at meal times”
“But you guys were finished. Draco you did cheat on her, with me”
“No I didn’t cheat because you forced yourself on me and I couldn’t do anything about it”
“Oh but Draco you did enjoy our kiss, you smiled afterward”
(Y/n) didn’t want to hear anymore. She got up and ran from the dining hall. She heard Draco call after her but she didn’t stop. She ran into an empty classroom, fell to the ground and cried. A few minuets later the door opened and Draco entered. (Y/n) looked at him, he looked so guilty and angry when he saw (Y/n) in tears. He knelt down next to her and pulled her into a hug. She cried into his shoulder. He whispered sweet things in her ears. When she stopped crying she looked up at him.
“Was she telling the truth Draco?”
“Pansy? No of course I didn’t enjoy the kiss. The only person I want to kiss and enjoy kissing is you. I love you and only want you.”
“Are you sure you want me? I mean I’m not like her, I’m not mean to the first years. I’m friends with pretty much everyone, including Gryffindor.”
“The reason that I like you is because you are nice, you bring out the best in people, they trust you”
They sat in a silence for a while. Draco kissed (Y/n) before they got up and went to the common room.
“Tomorrow we will go on a date okay?”
“Okay, were are we going?”
“It’s going to be a secret”
“Awww, come on Draco”
“It is going to be no fun if  I spoil the secret (Y/n)”
“What are you talking about Draco?”
“I’m not going to ruin the surprise (Y/n)”
“Okay Draco keep your secrets. And I’ll keep mine”
“Aww (Y/n) now I’m dying to know”
“That’s too bad Draco. Goodnight”
“Goodnight love”
They both went to their dorms. The next morning (Y/n) found a not from Draco on her door. It read
Dear (Y/n),
Meet me at our tree by the lake, I have a surprise for you.
(Y/n) made her way to the lake and stood by the tree mentioned. She jumped when she felt a tap on her shoulder. It was Draco.
“Do you trust me (Y/n)?”
“Okay, I’m going to put this blindfold on you”
Draco put the blindfold on (Y/n). They walked for a little then the blindfold was taken off. Before her (Y/n) saw a variety of food. She looked at Draco questionably.
“Draco what is this?”
“Well I know you haven’t been eating lately so I made you some food”
“That’s very sweet of you”
“I would do anything for you love”
“Thank you Draco”
They sat down to eat. (Y/n) still didn’t eat very much. Draco looked worried.
“Are you feeling okay love?”
“Yes I’m fine, it’s just that since I didn’t eat for so long my stomach shrank a little bit so I can’t eat very much”
“Does not eating make you tired too? You seem to be tired all the time now”
“Yes, but now that we are back together I don’t need to keep not eating”
“Why do you change so much for me?”
“I could ask you the same thing”
“Well like I said earlier I would do anything for you”
“Will you hold me then?”
“Of course! Have I ever said no to that?”
“I’ll always be there to hold you (Y/n). Just like I will always be there to make you happy when you are sad”
“Thank you Draco”
“No problem. Love? Promise me something?”
“Never leave me again”
“Draco I promise that I will never leave you again, I love you too much”
“I love you too”

Tc rant #4

soooooo today we had j as a substitute for German and she said she misses my class :)) also she called us (like 3of us) her old friends and aaaah her accent in German is rlly cute and anyway I thought I was getting over her but I.am.not. Also it’s kinda funny because whenever I see her around school she always looks angry/depressed idk just she has severe resting bitch face and??? I love it it’s iconic and anyway she’s just so hecking perfect and sorry I’m not making sense don’t bother reading my incoherent ramblings but AAAAAH

And about b- had her today , she’s cute too! We’re doing this thing with the merchant of Venice where we have to rp the characters in the future and I’m Shylock (lol) and she was laughing at me about it and I’m honestly dead ❤️Alsooo she was wearing this kinda short dress™ and I was shook yeeeet

100 Royai Drabbles (70)

I’m not sure what my headcanon on this is, but I’m freaking weak for fics about it, so this happened regardless of my thoughts.

70. Giddiness

It takes over thirty four years of his life for him to feel this overwhelming emotion of excitement, but once he does, Roy doesn’t know that he’ll ever be able to come down. Maybe that’s why he’s never felt like this before, not when his succeeded at his first transmutation, not when he kissed Riza for the first time when they were just teenagers, not when he mastered flame alchemy on his own, not when his eyesight was returned to him, not even when he and Riza crashed together for the first time after so many years and he felt like his life was opening up before him. No, this is something else entirely, and it’s almost too much, but he never wants to let it go.

Roy has never felt so utterly…giddy before, like a child in a candy store, and it’s absolutely astonishing to him that this is the first time in his life that he has felt this way.

Standing in front of him, Riza sighs tiredly, though there is a good-natured smile on her face as she looks down on him, and runs her fingers through his already messy dark hair. “There really isn’t much to see or feel yet, you know.” She doesn’t tug on his hair to pull him up though and keeps her hand on him, centering him and herself.

Kneeling before her, much in the way as if he is worshiping her, Roy doesn’t look up. Instead, he remains solely focused on her middle, eyes so focused that it’s like he can see right through the blue material of her military uniform. She’s right, of course. As she stands still under the grasp of his hands on her hips and his wide-eyed stare, Riza looks no different. Her feminine body is hidden under her uniform, impeccable as usual, and it’s the same shape as it’s been for the better part of her time in the military, slim and lithe due to consistent exercise and training. And yet…

It doesn’t matter if she looks like she’s the same on the outside, not when he knows that she’s somehow been changed on the inside. He rubs absentminded circles on her hip with his thumb as he gazes reverently at her middle, seemingly calm, but he feels a torrential bubble of giddiness swell inside of his chest. His mind leaps to Maes Hughes, and he can almost curse that man for describing how he felt when he was given the same news because he was absolutely correct and wrong at the same time. There are no words that can describe all of the emotions swirling around in his mind right now.

Finally, Roy drags his eyes up to the woman before him. “Are you sure?”

Instead of scoffing at him for not believing her, Riza nods her head, the expression on her face almost shy. Her hand in his hand slides down so that it’s resting against his cheek. “Knox confirmed it.”

“I can’t believe that moody curmudgeon knew before me,” Roy grumps, though he isn’t really angry about it. There honestly isn’t any room left in his body or soul for anger, not when it feels like he’s overflowing with unabashed glee.

“I wanted to be absolutely positive before I told you,” Riza explains.

It makes perfect sense. A lot has befallen the General in the past few months, his duties and jobs overtaking most of his life. It has been quite a stressful time for everyone involved, but especially for the man near the top. She wouldn’t want him to have yet another thing to worry about on his mind, even if it is something like this. He hates the fact that she did this all on her own and distantly knows that this will cause complications in the near future, but in this moment, right now, he doesn’t care about any of that. All he cares is that he knows and he’s here with her now.

Tightening his grip on her slightly, Roy pulls himself to his feet, never letting go of her, and pulls her closer to him so that their chests are pressed together. To think, two years ago, he could barely bring himself to touch her in fear that he would cross their carefully drawn lines. He was correct in his fears. Once they did find themselves with one another, he could never let her go again. Sharp memories of her reaching out to him come back to him now: her hands on his face, her lips parted slightly as she steadied her breathing, the heat in her amber eyes that seared him more than his own flames ever could. Now they have this – a new twist in their lives that he never could have anticipated, and he can’t be any happier. He just can’t.

“How far along?” Roy asks as he slides his arms around her, locking her in place against him.

“Approximately two months.”

“Then we have a little time to figure something out,” Roy says as he nuzzles his face in the crook of her neck that her unbuttoned collar allows him purchase. Her hair, having been mostly grown out again, falls against his face and tickles his nose. He loves this spot on her, even despite the faded scar that they both know marks her as his. It took him a lot of time to get over the scars that mar her because of him, but now they remind him that she is alive and warm under his touch.

Riza hums contently and rests against him. She doesn’t feel any different in his arms, but he knows that she will soon enough and that excites him even more. How could Hughes of all people have possibly failed in describing this moment? Roy cannot possibly wrap his mind about what is going on and how he feels.

“This will…complicate matters,” Riza says in a quiet voice. She’s strong, the strongest person he knows, but he can tell that she’s a little scared as well. This is not something either of them expected.

For a long time, Roy was convinced that he never even wanted it and then afterwards he was positive that he didn’t deserve it – that his adamant denial had been a cover for his shame. Denying that he wanted this was easier than admitting that he was denying himself of it out of guilt. Both of them put it out of their mind, like they couldn’t even consider it, and they never talked about it. There was so much else to do before they could allow themselves to be selfish. And honestly, both of them were so broken, just barely making one whole person together, that they weren’t sure if they should take this step anyways.

Now that it is here though, now that it is right before him, Roy knows in his heart that he has never wanted something more, not even to learn flame alchemy. This woman right here is all that he wants. And he believes in this moment that it is right – that the two of them who brought so much death could also bring life. Maybe it isn’t fair, but then he’s learned a lot of things about fairness from Truth since the Promised Day. It might be selfish, but it doesn’t matter. He’s gotten more than what he deserves already, but he figures that he’s also had to sacrifice a lot of time with Riza in order to have this moment now.

“I don’t care,” Roy tells her forcefully, his words vibrating through her skin. She stills against him and he pulls his head back so that he can look her in the eyes. She’s scared, but she’s also exultant and stunned, the rush of emotions too high for even her to hide. He presses his forehead against hers and closes his eyes. “I don’t care.”

Not here, not now, not with her. To hell with the rest of them. To hell with whatever is standing in their way. Roy has learned in his thirty four years of living that he won’t let anything hold him back and that Riza will help him take down anything that blocks his goals. He doesn’t care about any of that because right now all he cares about is the woman in his arms, the woman that he loves, the woman that has been with him every step of the way. He refuses to be concerned about anything, not when he’s happier than he’s ever been in his life.

He has worn a lot of names in his life. Roy Mustang, General of Amestris, the Flame Alchemist, the Hero of Ishval, Colonel Bastard, the victor of the Promised Day, alchemy apprentice, orphaned boy, father.

The last title is what halts his breath the most and blows his mind. To think that he could actually hold it one day, that it could be his. It humbles him more than anything else. And he’s just entirely too happy to worry about anything that it’s Riza that he’s able to share this with because she is the only woman that he has ever loved and the only one he trusts to do this with. He knows that she’s scared – that she’s fearful that someone whose hands has taken so many lives shouldn’t be given the chance to hold life – but he will be with her every step of the way, just as she has been with him. It’s only fair, after all.

Squad Goals Season 3 Episode 14


I thank god for Victoria’s Secret sports bras because without one right now I’d probably be getting knocked out by my boobs. Panda by Desiigner blasts through the complex gym and I’m chasing the beat on a treadmill.

“Nonnie!” The sound of Justin’s voice scares me out of my thoughts and I damn near trip off of the treadmill. I was super uncoordinated, I had stopped doing my usual workout routines when I found out I was pregnant.

“Shit, are you okay babe?” The machine cuts off and I take a swig off my Evian before laughing,

“can we just pretend that you didn’t see that?” Justin shakes his head and pulls me into a tight hug, lingering longer than usual and taking a deep breathe of my hair.

“Are you okay JB? How was the meeting?” His hands rest just above my ass and I find it out of character for him to not be grabbing and squeezing it.

“A shit show” he mumbles into my shoulder and I hop onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist in an effort to cheer him up.

“C'mon lets go take a shower” I plead though the gym is hella air conditioned and I still smelled like this morning’s body wash.

“No babe, just go change clothes and meet me in our room?” He unhooks my legs from behind his back and tries to set me on the floor, but I don’t make it easy on him.

“I owe you for this morning remember?” I ask referring to when he’d been in such a rush to get to his meeting that he hadn’t gotten off. I start to suck on his neck with the intent to make a hickey, but pause when Justin groans and shakes his head This time I unhook my legs myself and stand in front of him with crossed arms.

“What’s going on Justin?” It’s then that I noticed that his eyes are puffy and pink around the edges and his face looks paler than it’s usual color. I put a hand to his forehead and check for clamminess or a fever, but am confused when I find none of the two.

“Just… Just meet me in the bedroom okay?” He leaves then and walks away without a single glance.


“I know that I’m the last person you want to hear from…”

“I heard about your accident, about your girlfriend and the baby, and I just thought maybe…”

“I wanted to tell you sooner, my family convinced me not to…”

“I’m having trouble taking care of him on my own, I can’t dance and tour like I used to…”

“He’s 9 months now, and I- I would love for you to meet him…”

Rhiannon walks into our bedroom in one of my t-shirts on and her hair in a high, messy bun. Her face hasn’t lost the look of concern it held in the gym and I find it so fucking hard to look at her.

“Baby, something isn’t right, tell me what going on I’m panicking!” Her voice is high and her hands are clasped and wringing and I hate that I’m spiking her underlying anxiety.


“I don’t want to sit on your lap Justin I want to know what the fuck is going on!”

“Nonnie can you just-”

“This is so fucking shady! Why can’t you just let me kn-”

“I cheated on you.” The words leave my lips quickly and in a strained tone.


“I cheated on you.” The four words ring through my ears and I shake my head a few times before they process.

“Rhiannon?” He whispers my name so quietly that I almost can’t catch it.

“This isn’t funny Justin,”

“And this isn’t a joke baby” he isn’t looking at me. He isn’t standing up, pleading, begging, crying. Nothing.

“What the fuck?” My voice is low. I move towards him, his head falls to his hands and I can hear his breathing. Controlled and heavy.

What the fuck?” I repeat this when he doesn’t answer me. I advance with each syllable and before I realize it I’m hitting him. My fists fly across every inch of his body that they can find and he doesn’t fight back. Not when I start to scream, not when I start to cry, not even when I slap him across the face.

Its only when I’m on the floor and curled in on myself that he fucking does something. My hands hurt from the punches and my eyes sting from the tears and wherever he touches me feels wrong.

“Get away from me” I manage before my sobs are loud and ugly. I repeat the words several times, but he doesn’t let me go, he pulls me closer, then it’s on me to escape.

“Get your fucking hands off of me Justin!” I push against his chest and stand up, stumbling a few times from the effort. I count the silence. twenty minutes. Twenty minutes of silence save for my panicked breathing and Justin’s sighs of air.

“Who was she?”


“Who was she?”

The way that Rhiannon stares at me across the room makes my stomach feel like it’s filled with lead. Her eyes are narrowed and her body is completely guarded against me.

“It was Elysandra the-”  recognition flashes across Rhiannon’s face and it’s then that I realize how badly I’ve fucked up.

“Elysandra Quinones. My backup dancer from my South American tour”

“she danced for me I-”

“I bet she did” Rhiannon says harshly a fist pressed to her perfect pink lips.

“When  was it Justin?”

“Last year. After Kylie told me about you and Cameron. I got so wasted before I came to LA. She was there, and I was so fucking angry with you for-”

“for hanging out with another man? So what, have you fucked other people while I hang out with the One Direction boys? With Za? Khalil? Fredo?”

“I didn’t know all the detail all I could think about was that I told you I didn’t want him around and then yo-”

“I didn’t fuck him! I never even kissed him! I never did anything except dare to disobey Justin fucking Bieber!”

“I know, I know I was so drunk and I was-” she takes three quick steps and slaps the hell out of my face. So hard that my neck turns to the side and the sting of her hand lingers on my cheek, much like Kylie’s.

“There’s more isn’t there? There’s something that you aren’t telling me I know it” I sigh. Preparing myself for the worst.

“She got pregnant-”

“oh my god”

“I’m getting a paternity test done-”

“oh my god”  she starts to pace the room, her fingers running through her hair, pulling at the ends.

“There’s a chance that the kid isn’t mine” Rhiannon scoffs and fixes me with a teary glare.

“you don’t fucking get it do you?” I know better than to say that I don’t. Instead I stare at her, face blank like the king of all idiots.

“It’s the fact that there’s a chance at all Justin” she whispers pushing past  me and towards the door.


“don’t call me that”


“not that either asshole!” She screams grabbing her purse and slinging it over her shoulder I place a hand on her shoulder and she fucking swings at me.

“I told you not to touch me and I mean it!” She screams and I resign with reluctance. I don’t know how the fuck to make this better. How to fix this, and the pressure suddenly releases and I’m crying just as hard as Rhiannon. Maybe harder.

“I love you! I’m so sorry, I love you baby I-” another slap. Then she’s out the door.

“Where are you going?” I sound pathetically desperate, but I couldn’t care less.

“I’m going to stay with Selena and Jack until you pack up all your shit”


“You’re going back to California to be a fucking baby daddy right?” She spits the words out and the presses the elevator button so hard that I think it will break.

“Rhiannon, please hear me out-”

“No Justin. You hear me out! We just lost a baby! Our baby! Then a girl comes out of nowhere and says she has your kid! Do you have any idea how that feels? It would’ve felt better to be stabbed god dammit!” The elevator door opens and we’re both surprised to see Kylie on the platform.

“Snitch bitch” Rhiannon hisses before pushing past me and heading towards the stairs. Kylie looks at me with sad eyes and steps off of the elevator.

“You told her” it isn’t a question, and we can both hear Rhiannon stomping her way to the fourth floor.

“Everything.” Kylie nods and looks around the loft before walking over to the couch.

“We had a fight today at the studio, I wanted to be here for her when you told her…” I sit next to Kylie and try not to flinch when she scoots away.

“She hates us both now” Kylie whispers and all I can do is nod.



INFINITE, Myungsoo

Genre: Fluff

Length: 780 words

Summary: You are Sunggyu’s sister, but he fell for you. (A bit inspired by Back MV)

Ding Dong

“Was someone supposed to come?” Woohyun asked.

“I don’t know” Dongwoo answered.

“Sungjong, go answer the door.” Sungyeol added.

“You go hyung!”  Sungjong replied.

“I’ll go.” Sighed Hoya as he get up.

When he finally opened the door, he saw you, smiling.

“Hi~” You waved happily.

“Ah. It’s you _________-ah.”

“Sunggyu told me I could come over.”

“He’s in the shower right now. You can wait for him here. We’re watching TV.”

You thanked him and entered the dorm. You said hi to the members, but instead of waiting with them, you went directly to Myungsoo’s room. You knocked gently and entered when he told you to.

“I knew she wasn’t coming to see her brother.” Sungjong commented.

“What do you mean?” Sungyeol asked, frowning.

“Nothing.” He replied. “You won’t understand anyway.”

Oh ______-ah. Come.” Myungsoo said when you opened the door.

He was in front of his computer, looking at photos he probably took himself.

You came closer and looked at the computer screen over his shoulder. His pictures were so beautiful. He was really talented. You briefly looked at him and blushed. You had a crush on Myungsoo ever since you had met him. Being Sunggyu’s little sister, you had met the members when they had debuted. Myungsoo was so gorgeous and handsome. It was love at first sight. You didn’t get the chance to meet them often when you were in your hometown, but when you finally moved to Seoul to study, you’d met with them whenever you could. Myungsoo had always been the nicest to you. They were all really nice to you, but Myungsoo didn’t treat you like Gyu’s little sister, but like a friend. You knew it was useless to hope he loves you back though. You were still his leader’s sister.

“I think this one is my favourite.” You said, looking at the screen. “It’s so beautiful.”

It was a picture of Seoul with a beautiful sunset. It looked like the city was glowing.

“Thank you.” He smiled.

“You better send me this picture or put it in your third photo book. I think it’s your best picture ever.” You nodded to yourself. “Yes. It’s definitely my favourite picture from you.”

He laughed gently.

“It’s a great picture… but it’s not my favourite.” He said quietly, looking at his screen.

“Really? Which one is it?” You asked him, curious.
“Well…” He hesitated.

“Is it one in your books?”

“No. It couldn’t be published.”

“Really? Why?”

He just laughed.

“I’ll show it to you okay? But you have to close your eyes first.”

“Okay!” You close your eyes and he laughed.

You impatiently waited for him to be ready, wondering what kind of picture it will be.

“It’s hidden pretty far on your computer!” You said jokingly as you heard the multiple clicks of the mouse.

“It’s because it’s so beautiful that I don’t want to share it. It’s like my treasure.”

“I’m really lucky then.”

You waited a bit more and then, he told you to open your eyes.

In front of you was your own face, laughing. It was a picture of you. You didn’t know where nor when Myungsoo had taken this picture of you, but you liked it. There was a small quote underneath:  I love you

“Is this a confession?” You asked as your eyes met his.

He laughed. His face slowly came closer to yours; his nose almost touching yours.

“Is this a better confession?” He murmured before he kissed you passionately.

“Ya _______________. You asked me to come and you don’t even say hi to your big brother!” Sunggyu said as he opened the door of Myungsoo’s room.




“YA KIM MYUNGSOO!!!!!!!!!!!”

Myungsoo and you stood back from each others, surprised by the loud voice of Sunggyu.

It didn’t take long before all the members gathered in the doorframe because of Sunggyu’s scream.

“I knew it!!!” Sungjong jumped around.

“Wooo~ Myungsoo~” Woohyun teased him. Dongwoo was laughing so hard at your face that had turned completely red.

“YA GUYS! You’re ruining my perfect confession!” Myungsoo raged, embarrassed and a bit angry.

“Leave them alone guys.” Sungjong said, already back in the living room.

They left the room one by one, except for Sunggyu who didn’t budge.

“You better not make her cry.” He suddenly said before he turned around to leave. “And don’t do anything weird.”

He left the room.

“I thought we were done for.” Myungsoo said, still in shock.

“Me too.”

You both laughed at the situation.

“So, should we go back to where we were?” He said, grinning.

“Let’s forget what happened.” You replied before you kissed him.

tonkola  asked:

S4 AU post 4x14. Caroline and Klaus help the rest of the gang against Silas and she falls for him along the way. Cookies if everybody slowly becomes Team Klaroline after seeing what a somewhat better person Klaus is around her and because of her.

For the lovely @tonkola​, I’m picking this up after 4x16 (and moving through subsequent episodes). I kind of skirt around anything else that might have happened that episode (ahem, drunken decisions with werewolves), and there’s definitely not a baby in Klaus’s future.

Beyond Annoying || Klaroline

“Caroline,” Stefan called, entering the Forbes’ house. “I just came from the hospital, your mom said there were patients drained of blood.” He couldn’t hear anything, but he saw lamplight glowing from her bedroom. He tapped the door. “Caroline?”

Finally, he heard sniffles. “Come in,” she croaked.

Worried she was in pain, Stefan rushed in to find her curled under three blankets and her face covered in tears. “What’s wrong,” he asked. “Your mom’s okay, I promise. Damon’s taking Elena on a road trip, so she won’t go after Liz anymore.”

“I know,” Caroline answered, wiping her eyes with an annoyed scoff. “It’s stupid, we already broke up, but I didn’t expect this.” She pushed a crumpled piece of paper toward him, the one Matt had given her when he explained the Lockwood mansion now belonged to him. “He’s really gone.”

Sighing, Stefan settled himself next to her on the bed. His broken smile betrayed how painfully lonely they both were when she instantly curled an arm around his waist. “I’m sorry,” he said, softly stroking her back. “What’s the saying? ‘This, too, shall pass’?”

She huffed out a disbelieving laugh. “I’ll buy that if you do,” she offered, silently touching on the fact that his brother and his ex-girlfriend were currently together.

“Fair enough,” Stefan conceded. Luckily, a thought struck him. “I bet cleaning up after Elena’s rager will help you feel better.”

Caroline looked up, narrowing her eyes in faux anger, only to relax into him. “I hate that you’re right,” she muttered sleepily. Crying really took it out of her.

“Get some rest,” Stefan said, carefully extracting himself from her bed. “I’ll see you in the morning?”

Nodding, she gave him a watery smile. “Thanks,” she answered.

“You’re the one cleaning my house,” Stefan said, shrugging as he left the room.

She almost laughed at the note of levity, always unexpected from the broody Salvatore. Maybe a day with her best friend wouldn’t be so bad.

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Am I not good enough?

A/N: I am hyper af because it’s my birthday tomorrow and I finally finished this story! Please read the note on the end of the chapter, it’ll explain the reason why I decided to write this in the first place. It got to long to put here so I decided to move it there. Please read it since it is super important guys, gals & non-binary pals :)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes (I saw the opportunity and I took it!)

Words: 2313

[Y/N] –> your name

[Y/E/C] –> your eye colour

If you want to read more of what I’ve written you can check out my Masterlist here (it’s not updated yet)

It was anual movie night at the tower and Wanda really wished she could be somewhere else right now.
It wasn’t as if she hated watching movies. She loved to, really. It was one of the things that made her forget her worries and just relax for a while.
Watching movies with the Avengers, however, was never a good thing to do.
Take her brother for example. Pietro was continiously talking through the movie whenever he got bored - which happened almost every five minutes after the start of almost any movie - to the person who sat the closest to him. It didn’t matter how many times anyone would tell him to shut up and pay attention to the screen, he would just continue with his actions.
Steve constantly asking the obvious questions and not understanding what was happening. It was frustrating a lot of people when something was about to happen and he interrupted just because he didn’t follow what was going on or the different choices of the characters and why they made them.
Vision agreeing on that last part, not understanding why someone would choose A when B was the better choice.
Tony wasn’t always present, something that Wanda was really happy about. She cherished the moments that he wasn’t around to critisize every little thing about the movie.
Clint shooting arrows at the screen just because he can.
Bruce eating all of the popcorn before the movie had even started.
Wanda could go on like that for ages, pointing out the small factors that didn’t bother her as one thing but all of them combined left her infuriated and with no
There was only one person that made everything a little less frustrating and made the time that got completly ruined by the rest a little less waisted.
She was the only one who could listen to Pietro talking on and on without the need to start breaking stuff. She was the one that answered all of Steve’s questions without hating the fact that he had asked them. [Y/N] would happily get new snacks when all of the others were eaten by the rest.
She had managed to make everything that the rest did bearable without even asking for anything in return. However, it wasn’t that that made these movie nights more pleasurable for Wanda.
It was watching [Y/N] enjoy whatever happened on screen when she wasn’t needed by anyone else, with a huge smile on her face that made Wanda smile too. It was watching [Y/N] get way too carried away whenever she was explaining to Steve what was happening, ending up spoiling the end for everyone but Wanda didn’t care. It was totally worth everything just to see [Y/N]’s face light up when she started talking.
It wasn’t much about the things that she did that left Wanda speechless. It was her whole being that made Wanda’s heart skip a beat, the look in [Y/N]’s eyes that made her swoon without her minding it.
Wanda never voiced her thoughts about [Y/N] out loud, afraid of her reaction, yet they managed to find a way out in every way possible. She wanted and tried so hard to put them back where they came from or so help her.
Yet it wouldn’t always work. The only thing that Wanda could hope for was that [Y/N] would never be around when her words found their way out.

Wanda found herself stuck inbetween Steve and Pietro on the couch, a deathly combination that she wanted to escape from as soon as possible. Bucky sat in front of Steve, his head against his knees and a content look on his face. Wanda smiled, happy that he found some happiness again.
She wished that she could find that kind off happiness herself too.

[Y/N]’s eyes were glued on the brown haired girl sitting next to her brother and Steve. She couldn’t help but smile as she saw Wanda’s face. She looked so happy there. [Y/N] couldn’t help but suddenly feel sad as she realised that it wasn’t her that made Wanda happy.
Her gaze met Pietro’s and she quickly looked away, knowing that she just got caught staring at her crush.
But why would she even have a chance with her? Wanda was a goddess, and she…
She was just [Y/N]. A girl with flaws, problems and feelings way too big for her to handle properly. A girl with a body that wasn’t good enough for the world, with doubts and worries that couldn’t take on the world no mather how hard she tried.
She could feel the tears start to form in the corner of her eye as she thought of everything that was wrong with her. She quickly blinked them away, not wanting to show her weakness to others.
“Anyone interested in some pizza? We kind off ordered the whole place empty.”
She looked up to Natasha and Clint standing in the dooropening, both holding around ten pizza boxes each.
“You can give me around five.”
She held her hands stretched out so she could take them over, suddenly feeling way hungrier than she had thought at first.
“Are you sure you can eat all of them?”
She looked up, her gaze at Pietro, not really understanding his words and their meaning.
“I’m sorry, but why are you saying that? I’m hungry, of course I can eat all of them.”
She mouthed a small thank you towards Clint who had put the pizza on the table, free for them to take, before returning to look at Pietro. She could feel everyone looking at her but she didn’t try to pay attention to it.
“Well, I mean, you are so small and I am just wondering if you could eat all of that.”
“Are you for real with this?”
“I am actually wondering why you don’t eat more. I mean, being this thin can’t be healthy for you, can it?”
Her face was filled with confusion as she now kept looking between Pietro and Clint, trying to process their words and their meanings.
[Y/N] closed her eyes as she prosessed all of it, and without thinking about it she stood up from the comfortable chair.
“You know what? Fuck it, I’m leaving. Have fun without me.”
She looked back at the group one last time, her gaze meeting Wanda’s and for once she didn’t look away.
“I’m sorry.”
And with those words she left and ran.

Wanda didn’t know how quick she could jump up to run after [Y/N]. She couldn’t believe that there were people who dared to say such words towards someone so perfect, to make her feel less than she was worth.
“Wanda were are you going?”
She turned around, her face red of anger over everything that had just happened, angry of the fact that she didn’t do anything to stop those comments that her brother and Clint had fired at her.
“I’m going after the girl that deserves the world, that you managed to take down purely for her appearance. Why would you even do that?”
Wanda was confused to say the least, confused by everything that happened and confused about the reason why it even happened in the first place.
Yet most of all she felt guilty. Guilty because she hadn’t done anything to stop the comments, guilty that she had let it happen in the first place.
She turned around without thinking about it, on her way in finding [Y/N] to tell her that she was sorry.
To tell her that none of the words of the boys mattered, that she shouldn’t believe them, that she was perfect in every single thing that she did.
Wanda had to find her first for that.

If she looked back on it later she should have known that she would have found her in the small library bedroom. [Y/N] and books were a match made in heaven and whenever she didn’t feel happy about anything in the world she came here.
Wanda could understand that. Whenever she entered the room she felt the safety of the books surrounding her. if she ever got the chance to live there forever, she would take it with both hands.
She could hear the small sobs coming from behind the bed standing in the room as she slowly made her way over, hoping that she wouldn’t scare [Y/N] as she came closer.
“Why are you here? Go away!”
Wanda could hear the anger in [Y/N]’s voice, stopping her for a moment before she whispered a small response.
“It’s only me. Can I come sit next to you?”
She was now so close to [Y/N] that she could see her hugging her legs, her hair covering parts of her face.
She didn’t wait for her answer as she took her place next to her, looking towards the many books in front of them.
There was silence between them, only filled with the silent sobs that came from [Y/N] as she continued crying. It took a while for Wanda to find her voice back, to find the words that she wanted to say so desperatly.
“They aren’t right you know. You shouldn’t believe them, you are beautiful just the way you are.”
[Y/N] looked up, tears staining her face as she tried so hard to keep herself together.
“But it still hurts you know. It doesn’t matter if their comments are real or not, if I should believe them or not. Because you know what the problem is? When you are ‘fat’ people tell you that you do not need to worry about your body, that you do not need to lose weight to become skinny because honestly, who wants to be skinny? They tell you that you should be happy with who you are and that you do not need to worry about yourself. But when you are skinny, when you are like me and you have trouble loving your body they won’t tell you that you don’t need to change. They won’t tell you that hating your body is weird and something you’re not supposed to do. They tell you that you need to shut up because you have a perfect body. They ask you if you are okay, if you maybe have a eating disorder, because god you are so thin. They ask me why i don’t gain some weight because how I am isn’t healthy.”
She closed her eyes, trying to hold back her tears and Wanda wanted to scream because this girl in front of her was broken while she didn’t deserve to and all she wanted to do was hug her and comfort her. Tell her that she was okay.
Smack the living shit out of everyone who didn’t realise that.
“Why do we live in a world where it is okay to love yourself and your bodytype  unless you are viewed as the thing everyone wants to be because suddenly you have to keep up with all the crap they tell you. They have to tell you constantly that you are not okay, and when you even dare to utter one word wrong than they’ll immidiatly tell you that you shouldn’t be whining so much because 'honestly you have a perfect body why would you even hate it’? It’s as if they tell me that I cannot hate nor love my body, that I have to be neutral about it and even if that happens they have something to say about it. And I just can’t anymore. I can’t go on like this, pretending to be okay when I am not, pretending that every comment doesn’t hurt. I just… I just can’t go on like this anymore.”
She looked up and her beautiful [Y/E/C] eyes met Wanda’s and Wanda’s instincts took over as she took [Y/N] closer to her , her chin resting on her head. She felt [Y/N] cry against her chest as she whispered the only words that she could think of.
“It’s going to be okay, believe me. They are just fools for not realising how beautiful and strong you are. You don’t need to change, believe me. Just stay your beautiful, perfect self, okay?”
All that she could do was hold the sobbing girl close to her as she was telling her that things were going to be okay, that she didn’t need to worry.
That she was okay as who she was.
It didn’t take long for the both of them to fall asleep, assured that everything would be okay as long as they were in each others company.

They should have known better than to search all the way through the tower. If there was one room they would be in it would have had to be the library. Both of the girls could be found there in their free time and it wouldn’t have been a surprise if they found their escape in that room.
It also wasn’t a surprise that they found them together, sound asleep in eachothers arms.
“They look cute together, really.”
“Do you think we look the same as them whenever we are together?”
“Is that meant as a bad thing Buck?”
“No, it just means that we are cute as hell too.”
Steve almost started laughing out loud but he could hold himself in, agreeing with Bucky’s statement.
“Come on punk, we got to go. Don’t want to wake the cute ones up.”
“So that means that we will leave them here without taking a picture?”
Bucky looked at Steve with a confused look.
“Are you sure you aren’t Tony who secretly took over my boyfriend?”
“Haha, very funny Buck. No but I’m serious. I mean look at them! They look so cute together!”
Bucky sighed, taking Steve’s hand in his as he led him out of the room.
“You’re unbelievable, punk.”

Some time ago, while I was reading fanfics I came across a body positivity fic for a fat girl*. Super awesome, that’s what I thought. It’s amazing that there are ways for us to help these girls who feel insecure about their own body and tell them that they are okay as who they are and that they don’t need to change.
Yet something didn’t feel alright for me. How many stories of this kind had I come across and how many were for fat girls*? How many were for skinny girls*?
From all of the body positivity fics I have read only one was for skinny girls. Shocking, I know. Does that mean that we are super confident and don’t need this kind of support? (Flash news, the answer is no)
Even the one I read wasn’t as nice as I hoped it would be. Sure, I know the writer didn’t mean it like this but they wrote that the characters would find a way for the reader to gain weight. Is that the same message you are spreading towards the fat girls*? 
Than why does it have to be the message that has to be spread towards the skinny girls*? 
As a skinny girl myself I got mad by this. I got mad by the fact that our feelings are just dismissed this way, that we aren’t seen as valid or something.
I had enough of only seeing body positivity fics for fat girls* so I decided to write one myself for the skinny girls*.
And don’t forget girls, no matter who you are or what your body type is, you are perfect just the way you are and everyone who says otherwise is utterly wrong. Don’t forget that :)
Also, sorry for getting carried away with this…

- Vera

*fat girls and skinny girls are used in this as girls who either have more or less fat than the average person. It is in no way meant as an insult. I am so sorry if you got the wrong idea of this….