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I MEAN LOOK AT THIS SHIT HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE HER

“Yeah, life sucks, but do your best to do good anyway.”

Rude

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Swearing?

When you agreed to marry Steve, you knew that meant a life time of putting up with stubborn ways. Specially when it came to his favorite teams.

“Doll, put some pep in your step.” Steve calls into the bedroom at you.

“Pep in my step, please take your phrase back to the 40’s you dork.” You laugh pulling the ball cap down over your hair, resting over your shoulder.

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tbehartoo  asked:

Erza to Ever "Teach me how to flirt!"- have you seen The Happiest Millionaire? Like that.

“Teach me how to flirt!”

“Excuse you?”

If the redhead was perturbed at all by the rude tone she gave no sign of it. Instead, she pressed forward into the other woman’s space, impatiently pushing the agitated fluttering of the fan to the side and repeating her request with a bit less cool and a lot more desperation.

“Why ask me?” Evergreen flicked her fan in the direction of the bar with a soft snap and raised an eyebrow skeptically. Neither one, however, followed the motion of where the fan pointed, Erza stubbornly pouting with her arms crossed, “Mira will laugh.”

Ever had to concede that was true. While she’d always been a self-proclaimed rival of Titania, Erza had never taken her seriously before, hard-eyed gaze reserved for one rival alone, and it’d take some serious balls to swallow some pride and ask the barmaid for help.

She wasn’t sure if Erza’s choice to come to her was vexing or flattering in that light.

Ever pressed, not ready to let her off the hook so easily, “But why me?”

“Well… you were with Blue Pegasus and…”

Ahh. It was true Ever had been apart of the famous host guild and she’d picked up a few tricks. Of course, she’d never needed them, but if the poor lost Fairy Queen came crawling to the lowly duchess, how could one refuse?

Subtly, she tilted her head coyly and gently plumped her bottom lip with a few nibbles. Peering up, she let her lips curve into a smile and leaned casually into the table. Erza’s eyes dropped and Ever gave a soft, smothered chuckle before murmuring, “Eyes up here.”

“I would… rather…” she trailed off as Ever gave a giggle, frozen and stiff-backed, eyes flying up only to catch herself and stare somewhere in the vicinity of Ever’s lips. Which were given a light lick, just the tiniest bit. That incited a swallow and Ever tapped them with a fingernail lightly, “Make eye contact. That’s the first step to flirting.”

“Erm…”

Sighing, she realized it might be better to show rather than tell, given who she was speaking with. Flicking her fan out sharply, she settled the tip under Erza’s chin and guided it up so their gazes met.

“Think of it like a battle and read your target’s expression and body language. What do you see? Hey! I didn’t even use my powers, so stop acting like a statue!”

Ever snorted in disgust at how easy Erza was and hoped whoever she was crushing on had at least a little mercy in their soul for the hapless warrior who was transfixed by a bit of cleavage and an intent to kiss.

Not that Ever was going to kiss her… she’d never daydreamed about that or anything… not unless the lesson got that far… no intent to kiss just teasing. How else was she going to learn what went on after the first few steps of flirting after all?

Look we might hate this storyline, and that they showed Lincoln’s death again, but this is the show acknowledging how fucking far Octavia has fallen, this is the show recognizing, as clearly as possible, that she is in the wrong, and that to come back again she’s gonna have to atone for her shit. That’s the best possible way for that scene to have gone tbh.

  • *221B*
  • Sherlock: *sitting in his chair; hands clasped* I have to tell you something.
  • Rosamund: *sitting in her dad's old chair; eating a cookie* Yeah?
  • Sherlock: *awkward* Um, well, for a while, I've been...on my own here.
  • Rosamund: *nods* I know. That's okay, Uncle Sherlock.
  • Sherlock: *smiles* I know. It's okay if that changes, too *pauses* would you be okay if that changes?
  • Rosamund: *confused* Changes how?
  • Sherlock: *clears his throat* I've asked someone to live with me. Someone very special, very close to me *affectionate* someone I love *smiles* and they've accepted.
  • Rosamund: *grins* Is it Aunt Molly?
  • Sherlock: *frowns* How do you know that?
  • Rosamund: *giggles* Oh, Uncle Sherlock...you didn't think that was a SECRET, did you?
  • Sherlock: ...
Giving In

In which Harry and y/n are too impatient to wait until Valentines Day…

A/N: Shoutout to @stylesunchained for the title because I was seriously stumped.  Anyway, HAPPY VALENTINES DAY MY LOVELY FOLLOWERS! This is probably the filthiest thing I’ve ever written so… enjoy. 

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Monkey

Once upon a time, my dear friend Palak @stylishmuser had a dream. She told me that dream and then, within the same day, this video happened. I’m here to put that dream into words. Please enjoy.

Also, @stylesunchained…I dared. I’m sorry.

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Harry was waiting patiently for someone on the other end of the phone to answer his call. He had called exactly when he always did; 6:30 on the dot in London, which was half an hour before his daughter went to bed. The nightly ritual had been the same for the past two weeks; he would call before bedtime, talk to his little girl as soon as she had her pajamas on, say goodnight before you tucked her in, and then call back after she was asleep and talk to you until his eyes started to droop. It wasn’t ideal - he would have much rather been home with the two of you - but it was better than nothing.

The familiar and sweet sound of your voice finally echoed in his ears and he saw your face pop up on the tiny screen.

“Hey you,” you smiled, “How are you?”

“Tired,” he replied, rubbing at his eyes a bit to keep them focused, “Lots of meetings and interviews today. Is she still up?”

“Of course. I’ve just had her run and brush her teeth; she should be out soon, she knows what time it is.”

Another few minutes went by as you and Harry talked about what had been going on, but you knew Harry was getting antsy to talk to someone else. As much as he loved conversations with you, he only had a limited time with his daughter before she fell asleep.

“(Y/D/N)!” you called, turning your head, “Daddy’s on the phone and he’s waiting for you!”

It was only a few seconds before the thumping of tiny feet could be heard running down the hallway. A moment later, Harry saw the wild hair of his three-year-old appear in frame and he chuckled.

“Hi, monkey,” he said, waving.

“Hi daddy!”

“I miss you. How are you?”

“I’m good. I went to Nana’s today and Auntie Gem was there!”

Harry grinned. “Was she? That sounds like fun. Did she let you play salon with her hair again?”

His daughter nodded, excitedly. That was one thing Harry was so thankful for; a sister who didn’t care if her niece wanted to poke, prod, braid or twist her hair within an inch of its life. Gemma was always game for a little ‘toddler spa day’.

“Daddy, guess how many more days!!”

“Hmm,” Harry thought, “I don’t know. Tell me.”

She held up both hands, folding two fingers down.

“Only this many! An’ then you’ll be home, daddy!”

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His || Jungkook || 0.12

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Teaser | 0.1 | 0.2 | 0.3 | 0.4 | 0.5 | 0.6 | 0.7 | 0.8 | 0.9 | 0.10 | 0.11 | 0.12

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“Why can’t I come with you?”

That question had been resonating in Harry’s mind for the past 12 hours and, despite having very logical reasoning behind it, he was finding it increasingly hard not to break down and buy two more plane tickets. His daughter was very good at persuasion, especially when she was upset, and every cry that came from her lips lessened Harry’s resolve immensely.

But, you both had decided that this particular trip was going to be one that you and your daughter sat out of. Harry was only going to be gone for four days and the weather forecast for New York wasn’t great; it was just as easy for you to keep yourself and your daughter at home in London while Harry made the trek, instead of having to lug both yourselves and tons of extra warm clothing in case you got stuck there for a few extra days.

Every other trip that Harry had made in the four years since your daughter had been born, he had made with the two of you in tow; his schedule was flexible and sparse enough that adding two extra bodies on a week long trip to LA wasn’t a big deal. When he had gone on tour for six months, he had brought you with him; there was no way he was going away that long and leaving the two loves in his life at home. Your daughter was now used to being a little jetsetter with daddy and felt quite special whenever she got to fly in a plane and get “important” orange juice from the flight attendant in a big-girl cup. You weren’t sure exactly what her reaction would be in learning that she would be left behind with you on this trip, but you figured it wouldn’t be good.

You opted to keep the news under wraps until as close to Harry’s departure time as you could, just to avoid long, drawn out meltdowns if that were the case. The afternoon before, you and Harry sat down with her when she was in a good mood (fed, not in need of a nap and happily playing with toys) and told her that daddy was going to have to go away for a few days, but that she would have to stay home with you. Her face immediately dropped in confusion; this was unheard of, why would daddy be going away without her? You ALWAYS went with him when he travelled.

“Why can’t I come with you?” she pouted.

“Daddy’s only going for a few days and it’s going to be cold there,” he tried to explain, “You and mummy wouldn’t have any fun.”

“But I want to come!”

“I know you do, love, but I promise you’ll be so much happier staying here. You wouldn’t see daddy lots anyway; he’s got a lot of boring meetings to go to with Uncle Jeff,” Harry explained, crinkling his nose.

“If it’s boring, why don’t you stay here with me and mummy and Uncle Jeff can go by himself?” she argued.

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Remorse.

or… harry regrets breaking y/n’s heart

category: angst

I miss you.

His mouth is dry as he stares down at his phone, thumb hovering over the arrow that’ll send the text he’s longing to mail. With another deep breath, he studies the message over again, then begins to question himself. Should I write more? She deserves an apology. Maybe the word crave instead of miss. Yearn for? He deletes the text but retypes it in the same moment.

He’s never felt guilt this deeply before, he’s never so desperately wanted to turn back time and change everything– rephrase all of his words differently. Do things differently. The thought of him not being able to go back and change things hits him like a ton of bricks, sending his short nails into the palm of his hand.

A clap on his shoulder wakes him from his thoughts, and he looks up with attentive eyes. “Ready to go?” Jeff laughs, tucking his heel into the back of his shoe. “Reservations don’t hold themselves.”

“No, yeah.” he rushes, tucking the locked phone into the back pocket of his jeans. “Let’s go.”

“It’s my fucking job, y’know that, we’ve been through this a million times before. Get over it, angel.”

She scoffs in disbelief, untying the silk scarf from around her neck. “Get over it? Get over it. Over my boyfriend of nearly a year not telling anyone about our relationship—?“

“The media would go insane I- fuck I told y’this—”

“I’m not asking you to tell the world, Harry! Maybe your mom, your sister? My family? I’ve been lying to them for way too long, keeping an enormous part of my life away from them how’s that supposed to make me feel? Do you know how distressing it is to be introduced as a friend to you? To not tell anyone, not even my best friend how much you mean to me?”

“Y’do know it’s like that for me as well? A relationship is consists of two people—”

“Not that I’d know.”

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BTS Reaction - When their daughter gets jealous of affection/requested

Anonymous said: Bangtan reaction when their little daughter gets jealous of him when they kiss or hug their wife(kid is their both) ^^ Hope you get what I mean 😂

HANDS DOWN CUTEST REACTION I’VE DONE im cryin

Jungkook:

“I’ll see you later, babe.” Jungkook said as he pulled you close to him and kissed your lips. There was a small whimper below the two of you and Jungkook looked down, spotting his daughter staring up at the two of you with a pout on her face. He leaned down to pick her up, and planted a big kiss on her chubby cheek.

“Aw, there’s no reason to get mad. Daddy loves you just as much.”

Namjoon:

You were making breakfast for yours and Namjoon’s three year old daughter, Seol, when he walked in and playfully grabbed you by your wrist. He pulled you into a quick kiss, and interlocked your fingers before planting a kiss on your knuckles. Your daughter squealed and said, “Daddy, no!”

“Oh, why not? She was mine first,” he laughed before hoisting your daughter up and kissing her forehead.

J-Hope:

He had just gotten back from tour and you were standing at the gate of his plane, gripping yours and Hoseok’s four year old daughter’s hand. His mom stood slightly behind you, also anticipating Hoseok’s return. When you saw him, you said to your daughter, “Stay with grandma, Na Ri.” Before rushing to your husband and hopping into his arms. Fingers interlocked, your daughter ran from his mom and stopped short before saying, “I want you to hug me like you hugged mommy.”

“Of course, baby. I missed you so much.” Hoseok said with his arms wide open, then wrapping up his daughter in hugs and kisses.

Jimin:

It was early morning, and you and Jimin were awake and laying in bed. You were still sleepy and kept turning over and burrowing into your husband. He put his arm around you and held you close, before kissing your head. All was quiet before the two of you heard a little voice say, “Can you snuggle me like you snuggle with Mommy?” 

“C’mere, baby girl. We’ll snuggle with ya.”

Jin:

The two of you had just finished doing the dishes when he got a call from the studio asking him to come in and finish up some choreography. He agreed, and kissed you before gently pulling you into a hug while mumbling, “Sorry, I’ll be back soon.” Your twin daughters started to giggle and kept looking at their parents. Jin smiled and hugged his little girls tightly.

“What are you two laughing at? I can’t give my love a kiss and a hug?”

Taehyung:

You were helping your husband pack for the beginning of a short leg of the Wings Tour. He’d be back in two weeks - but it stunk going that long without him. You held your one year old daughter in your arms as you handed Tae a folded shirt. “I know you’re upset, I won’t be gone very long, I promise.” He said, pulling you towards him and kissing your lips. Your daughter began to whimper, signaling that she was about to cry. Taehyung laughed and brushed the hair from his daughter’s forehead.

“What, sweetheart? Are you going to miss me too, baby? I’ll be back soon, I promise.” He said, making funny faces at his daughter to try to cheer her up.

Suga:

The three of you were in the car on the way to a doctor’s appointment. Today was the day you were getting an ultrasound to check on your second child’s health. You and Suga decided it would be okay to have your four year old come along to see her baby brother. During the car ride, Suga held tightly onto your hand and your baby girl blurted, “Daddy, I want you to hold my hand like that.”

Suga laughed and reached into the back seat to take hold of his little girl’s hand for the duration of the car ride. “See? All better.”

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Look at Me

Hi you! Hope you enjoy this little blurb. It came super spontaneously and without any planning. 

Plot: Y/N can’t understand why H never looks at her. 

This gorgeous picture isn’t mine.

Harry would never know what to say when his eyes met hers. 
The moment his orbs found her sparkling ones, he was drowning, flying and falling. All of it at once and all of it with only one target: Love. 
When Harry looked into her eyes, he could feel himself grow love for her, a much stronger and more passionate love that was appropriate. Harry was her friend, after all. Just a friend. Her shining orbs were his weakness and could always read him like an open book. If he were to maintain eye contact for too long then he was sure she would notice the raw emotion in his, the small twitch in his lips that longed to meet hers and how his cheeks blushed. 
He knew he couldn’t let his emotions show. Her rejection would mean losing her and losing her would mean his end.

So… Harry didn’t look into her eyes. It might be a silly solution but at this point he had no idea what else he could do. His eyes would be focused on her lips, hands or hair. Anywhere really. He craved her with all that was him, which was just why he needed to distance himself.

And she had started to notice. 
She couldn’t understand his strange behavior, just like she couldn’t understand the sting of jealousy in her chest whenever she watched him smile and speak to other women, women with whom he had no trouble locking eyes with. Sometimes her stomach turned when she noticed how he’d been maintaining eye contact with the same woman for almost an hour. What had Alexa Chung once said? When he looks at you, it feels like staring into the face of a lighthouse. Could be true. It’s not like he let her find out for herself the way he was avoiding her eyes with everything he’s got.

“Are you mad at me?” The words slipped from her lips before she could stop them. 

Harry was standing next to her, a drink in his hand and his eyes set on the painting on the wall. When her words reached his ears, he tensed. 

“Mad?” he asked, confusion evident in his tone, “No, m’not. Why would you think so?”

She shrugged. “Feels like your avoiding me.” 

“Been with you all day, love.” Harry’s hips knocked into hers in a playful nudge, but his smile dropped when he noticed the frown deeply set into her forehead and how her fingers were twitching. 

His body turned to hers and his hand found the small of her back, drawing her in just a tiny bit closer. “I’m not avoiding you. Sorry that I made you feel as if I were, love.”

“I know you’re not physically avoiding me. That’s not what I meant.” he heard her murmur. 

She didn’t make sense. But he understood. Of course she’d noticed the lack of attention he’d given her, how he hadn’t looked at her. She desired nothing more than his green and intelligent eyes on her and that was just what she was denied.

“Did I do something?” 

Harry’s face crumbled with her quiet whimper. He shook his head and reached for her hand, pulling her away from the people surrounding them and into a quiet hallway where he knew they could talk in private. Once they reached his destination he gently pushed her up against the wall, making sure she wouldn’t run away. 

“Darling,” he whispered, “sweetheart, love. I’m sorry.”

“You never look at me,” she spoke with a pout on her lips and the frown deepening, “Never. And it’s frustrating, Harry.”

Her words tugged at his heart and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this bad. Guilt for having made her worry ate at his insides and he found himself cradle her face before he could rethink it. Her cheek felt hot under his hand and her skin soft. His mouth fell open and his heartbeat sped up.
But not even now could he look into her eyes. 

She sighed with disappointment and whined. “Harry.” 

“M’sorry!” he groaned, “S’not easy for me, okay? Looking at you, I mean.”

“Ouch,” she smiled half-heartily. 

He rolled his eyes. “You’re beautiful and you know it. I wasn’t implying anything else. What I mean is that looking at you… it burns. It feels like my heart is set on fire.”

“Why?” she asked, her mind heavy with unfriendly thoughts.

He couldn’t find an answer to her question. His nerves were going crazy and his skin prickled. What could he say? What should he say? The truth, maybe, but she wouldn’t want him anymore, would she? Or maybe…
One look at her lips sufficed. 
He groaned. Perhaps actions did say more than words.
Her breath hitched.
She hadn’t expected him to kiss her, but before she could catch up with it, his lips were on hers, his hands in her hair and his body pressed flush against her own. She didn’t mind him crushing her into the wall but instead rejoiced at the warmth spreading in her tummy. Harry smelled wonderful, his skin was soft under her touch and the quiet noises his lips made whenever he deepened the kiss drove her insane. He moaned when her hands pulled at his hair and her knees weakened. 

“Harry,” she gasped, “Need-need to breathe, love, please.”

Reluctantly he allowed her to pull away, amazed by how pink her soft lips looked and by how good she looked with her neck marked by his kiss. 

“Look at me,” she complained, her eyes rolling in frustration but a she couldn’t help smiling.

Harry grinned, finally allowing his eyes to meet hers. How had he denied himself her warm stare for so long? 

“Don’t think I’ll ever look anywhere else again,” Harry confessed with a sigh.

She shrugged and grinned. That was fine with her.

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After Party // Jughead

Prompt #20: Let’s have a some fun. A little truth or dare never hurt anyone.

Summary: Reader got ready for the dance with Veronica and Betty but when the party at Cheryl’s happened she didn’t expect a suprise. The surprise in the form of Jughead Jones and getting dared to play seven minutes in heaven with the boy.

Character: Reader x Jughead Jones, Veronica, Betty, Archie, Cheryl, and Reggie Mantle (mentioned)

Words: 1017

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. Also to clarify in the tv series Jughead is NOT asexual and this is not based on the comics.

Warnings: Make out session, swearing, alcohol, fluff and a party

Author: Caitsy

Requested: Yes. Anon

Tagging: At the bottom

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If you had to answer someone on what was the most surprisingly thing the first week of school you could answer. After the school dance everyone went to Cheryl’s place for a party. It didn’t matter if you hated her guts everyone went, either for the alcohol, the drama or just to see the castle of a home the popular girl lived in.

The most surprising thing was when you noticed that Jughead Jones was lounging around the room where everyone was. You couldn’t believe he had made an appearance at this party because majority of the popular kids were rude to him. You noticed that Archie was even surprised at Jughead.

“Jughead what are you doing here?” You asked. He had opened his mouth before Cheryl interrupted.

“Let’s have some fun. A little truth or dare never hurt anyone.” Cheryl smiled, “Well maybe once but they moved away.”

You rolled your eyes at her words because she would have been the reason that person fled town. The girl pouted her plump lips before calling everyone to circle up.

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