her smile is perfect and i miss it

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Dress Up (Joker x Reader)

Requested by Anon: “Could you do a joker imagine were the reader wears like all pastel colors and flower crowns and is like super shy and innocent and joker kidnaps her cos like her dads a mob boss. Smut please.”

A/n: Sorry that I didn’t deliver on the smut, I just really couldn’t make it work. ;-;

Warnings: Mature themes.


Music softly carried through the space of your room. You were seated at your vanity, expertly applying a soft toned lipstick to your lips. You leaned forward to inspect your makeup job, your lips parted as you smiled widely at your reflection. Your music picked up as you stood from the vanity. Your eyes scanned the room until you found the item you’d been looking for, the missing accessory to complete your look.

“Perfect…” you sighed happily, placing the colored flower crown on top of your head, adjusting the accessory until you were satisfied.

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SuperCorp family Sunday

Sunday. Sunday was a rare day both women had off. Kara had no Catco work and J’onn said he’d take today so Kara could have a well deserved day off. Something she is ever so grateful of. Turning Kara smiles at her wife laying with her hair fanning out around her face making her look like a angel. Smiling Kara slowly kissing her wife’s cheek then lips, smiling when blue eyes met hers “Morning beautiful” she whispers pecking Lena on the lips. Smiling Lena wraps Kara in her arms pulling her closer if that is possible “Hmm waking up to you sure is a good morning, I missed you last night, you didn’t come home till late, I had to put Astra and Kyle to bed alone telling them stories of their superhero moma” she smiles tucking Kara’s hair behind her ear “Are you okay?” she says checking Kara’s face knowing she doesn’t need to but it melts Kara’s heart that she checks anyway “I’m perfect baby, we got the guy after a while. Sorry for missing bed time and thankyou for leaving out dinner for me…well two dinners” Kara says giggling.

“Do you hear that?” Lena says “Hear what?” Kara says using her powers to check “Nothing, its past 7am and nothing, don’t get me wrong I love out little superhero’s but I love time with my Supergirl” she says kissing Kara’s neck making her giggle “Don’t speak too soon” Kara whispers closing her eyes at the feeling of her wife kissing her neck. Lena leans up kissing Kara’s lips and leans their foreheads together, they both close their eyes letting the feeling of being together blanket over them when suddenly their bedroom door slams open and their stood in a pink and purple supergirl pyjama set is a chubby faced girl with bright blue eyes and blonde locks cascading down to her shoulders, holding a little dark haired boy with the same striking blue eyes and a blue supergirl onsie. “And they are up” Kara says rolling out of her wife’s arms.

“Morning my little superhero’s come give moma a hug i missed you last night” Immediately the blonde haired girl carried herself and her baby brother in her arms carefully over to their blonde mother. “MOMA I MISSED YOU” Astra shouts as Lena takes Kyle out her arms and Kara picks her up onto the bed “Moma missed you too honey, and you too my little boy” she smiles kissing both their heads.
Astra is 5 years old and is a spitting image of Kara just more baby faced, she has the kindest heart and wants to be friends with everyone which sometimes causes problems for the two women. Their little boy Kyle is two years old he was carried by Lena but thanks to the DEO they were able to incorporate some of Kara’s genes so biologically both children are theirs, Kyle has Lena’s dark hair but Kara’s bright eyes. And honestly Kara believes that her children are the most beautiful she has ever laid eyes upon. 

The family of four laid on the bed until 9am when Kara’s stomach and their children’s stomach growled “Breakfast time it is” Lena smiles “Astra why don’t you take Kyle and go watch some TV while me and Moma get ready” Astra nods “Okay Mommy, come one Kyle lets go” she says taking her brother into her arms. 
Once they leave Kara raises an eyebrow “Supergirl, really?!” Lena just laughs “They missed their Moma I wasn’t going to say no, anyway not that I’m not thankful but weren’t you supposed to work today?” she asks and Kara nods “I was but J’onn covered for me, I was told to leave” before she could finish Lena interrupts “What why you said you were okay?” she says eyes becoming worried “And I am honey, but I wanted to tell you something” Lena nods telling her to go on “I’m pregnant, it worked baby! we’re having another baby!” tears welled up in both women’s eyes as they kissed. Before they could do anything Astra shouts “MOMA, MOMMY BREAKFAST!” laughing they both start getting up “We’ll celebrate this later.” Lena says kissing her wife.

The family of four was about to become five.

Sirius x Reader: Pureblood

Warnings: argument with mum

Requested: yes (it’s so late I’m so sorry)

A/N: THIS IS SO LONG I HOPE YOU LIKE IT- GOOD TO BE BACK!!! Thank you all so much for the support! (Also 1,600 followers?! I love y’all) I hope you enjoy reading this my loves and that it was worth the wait!!xx

I posted ‘pictures’ of the dresses described which you can check out HERE or a few posts down on my blog!

“MOTHER! I AM NOT WEARING THIS!” You yelled, looking at yourself in the mirror. A dark green gown with silver ruffles- Slytherin much? “When I walk in, roll your eyes to my mum- she won’t scream at you next mistake you make.” You whisper to the stylist stood behind you.

“Oh- Miss- I’m not sure what you mean.” She stuttered.

You winked at her and smiled before hiking your dress up and walking into the main room.

“Y/N, it’s the perfect colours.” Your mother said, smiling sourly at you.

“Mother, I’m not wearing it. Unless you want me to spend the party reminding everyone I’m a half blood.” You taunted.

“Find something.” She ordered, turning to the brown haired stylist behind you.

Your mother, Adia, had been ‘tricked’ by your father. When they first met, your dad thought she was joking about being a witch and ‘joked’ that he was also a pureblood from the North. So, long story short, she got pregnant and soon after found out your father was a muggle- quickly allowing him full care of you (the disgrace) once you were born and only seeing you when there were ‘purebloods and family’ parties. Like now.

You looked at the Slytherin green fabric hopelessly, not the best choice for a Gryffindor.

“Here.” The stylist said sheepishly, holding out mint green fabric.

You smiled and took it thankfully, turning into the small room to change.

“Y/N- HURRY UP!’

“Calm down, it’s just a party.” You called, knowing it would irritate her.

You turned to the mirror one last time and took in your appearance. The stylist had given you a mint green, floor length gown, the beaded chiffon hanging elegantly from one shouler.

Your mother roughly grabbed your arm and immediately apparated to the party, “Tell anyone you’re a half blood, I’ll curse you.” She whispered in your ear before turning into the party, emerald cape trailing behind her.

You stood for a moment, looking at the purebloods before you and smiled- time for some good old pranks.

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I tried to keep you close to me, I really did.

When we first met you were so sweet, you had the most innocent eyes I instantly fell in love with. We texted all night, you had the best personality, possibly out of everyone I knew. You asked me out to a date, of course I said yes. When I saw you, you just stood there smiling, god you looked so handsome. Everything about you was perfect, that night you held me and I felt as if you were scared to let go. I told you everything and pretty soon months and months passed. Things started to change. It went from ‘I love you’ to 'I miss you’. We could’ve texted for hours without an end then it started being days without a text or call from you. I saw you today, with a new girl. I hope you treat her good, without an end.

And What? Passing By, And Where? Petrified

Look up, must have missed something,
the clouds, still, perfect, varied
like watercolor paintings,
and what am I?

A jet, from base, roars above,
creasing perfect skies,
cool air, puffs my hair,
a gang of ghosts passing by?

The barista, smacks my mouth
with her Professional Smile,
eyes, shouting, make up your mind,
and where am I?

Here, or trapped behind, up high
messing it up, or sailing
past my body, petrified

@katrinnac

I wish we could see ourselves as a passerby in the little moments what make us warm and involuntarily squint with a smile. I saw a couple walk out on to the cold street and he teased about her hat and she laughed, they obviously weren’t that comfortable with each other yet, keeping their movements slow and shrinking, she smiled and bumped her shoulder into him and his smile was a sigh of glee, really. Neither of them knew how lovely and cinematic that moment was. I’ve missed so many of my own. Perfect little moments that evaporated. I’ve felt them embodied but I know seeing them from the outside would feel more sweeping and eternal. Did anyone feel like this before we had films? Do you think our ability to immemorialize moments with greater and greater ease makes us feel fleeting moments rush from us even faster? Do we fear death more?

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I finally got to see my beautiful girl last night after two months of being away from her ❤ even though it was only for less than 3 hours and our parents were very annoying with the whole situation, I had the most perfect night. I’m so thankful I was able to hug her and kiss her and hold her hand and smile with her and laugh with her and she makes me so happy and I don’t know what I’d do without her. I hope I get to see those beautiful eyes in person again veryyyy soon because I miss her more than anything already. @annxgracie, I love you so much and you make waking up and falling asleep so much easier. I will see you as soon as possible and I can’t wait. keep smiling for me and being beautiful and being strong and amazing and funny and practically ethereal. You’re the best girl xxx I love you to the moon and back, little one ❤❤❤🐢🐢

Chaos Reigns Chapter 36- Invincible

Trigger Warnings: Language, smutish behaviour, food kink? animal death

Joker

I find her on the couch, feet up on the coffee table, with Kitty sprawled across her lap eating chicken wings and giving the remains to the cat while watching Adventure Time. It’s perfection in its most basic form. I see Kitty reach for one she isn’t done with and quickly smacks her nose.

“No! Bad girl!” Kitty growls and gets up, sauntering over in my direction, catching Chaos’s attention.

“Hey baby girl, did you miss me? Is momma bear being a grouchy bitch?” I squat down and address the Jaguar, scratching her ears and stroking her back before she heads off outside. I watch from my position before looking over to see Chaos smiling.

“If you’ve brought my doughnuts I may no longer be grouchy.”

“I might have…they’re in the kitchen.” I lean over the back of the couch, kissing her chicken winged lips, before reaching over and taking one off the plate she has next to her, she growls like a dog at it too, watching my hand her lip pulled up in the corner.

“Fuck off, you have at least a kilo there!” I tell her, before walking down the hall to get changed.

“A kilo I have every intention of eating, asswipe!” She yells after I’ve left the room.

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Twenty-Two Days

HP/GW, rated R for language and sexual situations

A/N: This is for hpshipweeks, 2016! I have so many other hinny one-shots that I’ve been working on since last year… and then I decided to start something completely new? Why do I do this to myself? I was originally going to make 27 full chapters of HBP missing moments, but I have a 3 month old and very limited time, so, here are twenty-two very short missing moments from Ginny’s POV. All mistakes are entirely my own. Enjoy.

Available on FFN ao3.


I. (All Year Four)

Watching him is fascinating… until he falls for Cho and her pretty smile and perfect hair and swear to Merlin shit Seeking. Then it’s just a train wreck. While he bumbles about, making a beautiful fool of himself, Ginny feels sick all the time. She catches him with a faraway look in his eye one dismal afternoon in the common room, and her stomach twists itself so tightly she can scarcely move, because she knows who he is thinking of, day dreaming of, and it is not her.


II. (When Everyone but Harry Knows)

She isn’t aware of it at first. After all, she’s given up hope, or so she tells herself (over and over and over again). She has Dean now, the most attentive boyfriend she could have ever asked for- did she ask for this? Blimey, what a pain in the arse. But then there is a loud chortle at her side, and Demelza digs her elbow into Ginny’s, almost knocking her face first into her porridge.

Ginny checks the tips of her hair for food, then looks up at her friend with a sleepy glare. “What the hell?”

Demelza is grinning ear to ear and whispers, “Harry Potter is staring you down.

She is suddenly wide awake. “What?”

Sure enough, when she whips her head around like an idiot and finally spots him several seats over, he’s hastily looking away from her general vicinity. Her heart launches up into her throat.

“He wants to get in your pants.”

They roar with laughter, Ginny’s face pink as she protests, “Demelza!”



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When i’m not with you, i think about everything. I think about you and how much i miss you. How perfect and incredible you are. I think about our dates and how i can’t stop smiling when i’m with you. I think about my life now that you’re in it. I think about everything. I think about us
I miss the way you smell. I miss the way you do that biting lip roll without thinking about it. I miss how you pick the skin off around your fingers the way that I do too. I miss when you’d stare at me until I noticed & then we’d both smile big. I miss the feel of your skin on mine. I miss the way your heart sounds when I lay on your chest. I miss your laugh, I haven’t forgotten it. I miss your kisses. I miss rubbing my hand along your back. And I miss the way your spine isn’t straight, although I’m sure you wish it was. I miss the color of your hair, and the way it smells too. I miss the shine in your eyes. They sparkle so beautifully. I miss your tallness. I miss the way you hold me. I miss bopping your nose. I miss you bopping mine back. I miss the way we hold hands when I drive, there’s no good way to do it when you drive a stick. I miss your chipped nail polish. I miss the freckles or beauty marks on your face, let’s go with beauty marks because you’re beautiful. I miss touching your butt in public. Especially when you tell me to stop, because I wanna touch it so much more then. Even though I hate when you say uhuh, I miss the way you exaggerate it. I miss the way you’d put lotion on my face after we shower. And the way you brush my hair, because apparently my parents never taught me right. I miss the way you hug me. I miss the way you get sad, and bury your head into my neck. Though I dislike when you’re sad. I miss kissing you, not just when you kiss me. I miss the way we walk in sync. Baby, I just miss you. I’ll come home soon.
—  callmesmallz94 (a letter to my girlfriend wavecrestvibe)

Veronica: *storms up to the Cooper’s house and knocks*

Alice: *looks her up and down with disdain* Miss.Lodge

Veronica: Listen here Alice, I love Betty. I love making her smile, and laugh, or blush. God, her facial expressions are the reason i get up everyday.And the way her eyes sparkles as she passionately goes on about the Blue and Gold. I hate how i have to calm her down from anxiety attacks you caused her, i hate how she presses her nails into her fist after you yell at her, i hate how she holds back tears because she has to be perfect. I hate the way you hold her back and so i’m here to put an end to this. I know you only want to protect Betty, and god knows everyone needs to protected in this godforsaken town but what your doing is NOT okay. *takes a deep breath*

Veronica: What do you say Mrs.Cooper? Can we forget what my mother did to you? Can we forget the perfect family image and just be ourselves?

Alice:* face scrunches up in though* i…i didn’t mean to… i just..

Veronica: Its okay, I understand, and i’m sure Betty will forgive you.

Alice: Its quite chilly outside, would you, would you like to come in Veronica?*the name slowly rolling on her tongue*

Veronica: That’s all i ever wanted Mrs.Cooper.

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Here a gift :)

For those who have been struggling with hope for these 2 😄


Where do I begin with these 2?

Their relationship still makes me stay in awe. The amount of times I’ve missed them this drought is not enough. I miss their smiles., secret and on the surface the little ones where he sneakily does it behind her head, and he stares at her like the princess he treats her like, the way she grins when she teases him after letting him fall of the pedestal she secretly also put him on.

The way that even though his perfection is his flaw, there’s just one girl who’s able to see through that bullshit and make him understand that its ok to be him, the way they break each other’s walls down, something so difficult to climb over in respect to both of them and yet when it comes to them the work is easy, the connection is there, the yearning to be closer is there.

Their passion full of fire, everywhere they are together, they both light up, from awkward situations where they’re confused and scared to beautiful banter which makes both of them as happy as day.

The fact that for her He is her no 1. Person she trusts, no matter what universe, even when walls are high, he’s still able to see through them, the fact that both act as a rock for the other, somewhere  to rest and stay without being attacked when they’re together, those deep conversations none of them have been able to bring out of other people respectively but with them it’s like the easiest thing to sit down, and talk, about the perfect boy with hidden scars, and the broken girl who runs away from hope.

The fact that he became one of the things that taught her how to hope and dream and the fact that she became one of the things that taught him how much he is loved by all, the way they worry for each other day and night, both scared to death the other could leave their life any minute.  The way he is her moral compass guiding her and protecting her through it all.

The fact that all this is now gone because of his stupid inability to see that she truly loves him, it’s all hidden, shoved down below, almost non-existent because if they break that distance it would be harder to leave again, so they stop moving close to each other otherwise they may hold on, they stop looking into each other’s eyes otherwise they may demolish those walls again, they stop talking to each other otherwise they will find a way to release out the secrets both are keeping and hurt the others around them

They just stop.

“Maybe if we move on and think of other things we can be happy”

So they try to stop

And yet watch the next 5 episodes and cry even more because just as they try to stop.

They just can’t

That is why you should ship them


First Remeber keep calm and always Lucaya on

Every Little Thing

So, I’ve decided to abandon my Diary Series fic - at least for now. This quick fic is based around the songs “Amazed” by Lonestar and “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran. Enjoy! 

Kym woke up startled as something brushed along the length of her nose. She allowed her eyes to adjust to the darkness before she turned to look at the clock. 3:47 AM. She rolled over to get comfortable once again. Kym was surprised to see Robert looking down at her.

“I’m sorry I woke you,” he whispered.

“Hi baby,” she whispered back. “What are you doing up?”

“I just missed you. That’s all.”

“You’re sweet. Kind of weird, but sweet,” she said with a sleepy smile.

Robert chuckled. “Baby, I haven’t seen you for nearly 4 days.”

“So you are going to watch me sleep all night?” she teased.

“No,” he said with a smile. “I’m going to stay up all night long memorizing you, every inch. Our schedules are pretty busy for the next few weeks, and I want to make sure that I can remember every thing about you.”

Kym smiled. This was the kind of thing she had come to love about Robert. He could be so cheesy, but he meant every word. Even on her worst days, he knew exactly how to make her feel beautiful.

“Why do you love me so much?” she asked with a smile. She laughed, but it was a genuine question.

Robert took a deep breath as he thought about his answer. “You know, I’m not really sure.”

Kym looked at him in surprise. She hadn’t expected that answer. “Well, there must be something you love about me.”

“I’m sorry. That came out wrong. I’m not really sure because I can’t pick out just one thing. I love everything about you.”

“Everything? Really?” Kym asked, giving him a skeptical look.

“Everything. I love the way your hair falls in your eyes first thing in the morning. I love the way you savor your first sip of coffee every morning. I love the way you tap just one finger to the beat of the music while we hold hands in the car. I love hearing you hum in the shower. I love the way you can make any worry and stress completely disappear. Without saying a word, you just wrap your arms around my neck, and suddenly everything is right in the world. I love how perfectly you fit in my arms. It’s like you have always been there. You love people so deeply in spite of their flaws. You always put others needs ahead of your own. But, all of those things are just the tip of the iceberg.”

A single tear fell down her cheek and onto the pillow. “I love you. I love you so much,” she whispered.

“I love you more,” he whispered back.

Kym inched her way across the bed and snuggled into Robert’s waiting arms.

“I love the way you hold me. You make me feel so safe. I love the way your eyes sparkle when you laugh. I love your sense of adventure and the way you push me out of my comfort zone. I love the notes you leave for me every morning, just letting me know that you are thinking about me. I love how hard you work at a job that you love. I love that you are such a gentleman, and not just to me, but every woman that may cross your path. I love the way you pick me up off of the couch after I’ve had a bad day, flip on our song, and dance with me. I love the way you kiss me so deeply before you leave for work each day. I love the way that you make me believe that anything is possible - no dream is out of reach. But all of those things don’t begin to scratch the surface.”

Robert smiled as she finished. He pulled her in impossibly closer to him. He began to run his fingers along her arm ever so gently. He knew she was falling asleep. Her breathing became slow and even.

Robert kissed her temple as he settled himself in for the night. He curled his body protectively around Kym’s.

“Everything you do,” he whispered. “You’re beyond incredible. I’m so in love with you. You’re perfect.”

Her glasses form her face so perfectly,

Like art, her beauty catches my attention,

My hand intertwines with her hand,

As my lips touch her soft skin, it sends chills down my body

When I gaze into her eyes I get lost,

I can’t help but to wonder how her perfect smile would feel against mine, over and over again

She’s unique, more like my kind of mysterious.

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Tags that you can use for your verses, sorted out into different sections. Lyrics from my “Musical Yeater” playlist on Spotify, “Coloring Book” by Chance the Rapper, and a little bit of my “aprol showurs” playlist on Spotify. I’ll probably do more when I feel like it because I only got like 4 songs into aprol showurs.

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caroline

i fell for her hard
and in a drunken moment
i spilled my heart out
wholly
and she looked at me and said nothing.
days later when i said
“i miss you”
she said
“i’m sorry. i’m not ready”
and stopped responding.
i tried for a while
i wrote i snapped i texted.
she saw them.
nothing. 


i zone and keep replaying in my head
the conversations, the smiles, the eyes,
the endless nights of sex,
the love making on my couch, the fucking in the kitchen
the endless perfect cuddling,
my ruined sheets, my ruined pillowcases,
her panties on my bed, the way my room would smell,
the way my sheets still smell,
the way she tried to move me,
the dinners, the breakfasts, the margs,
the love making on my couch,
the twinning, the lowkeys, the highs, the hickies, that hair tie,  
the kissing in the elevator,
the way she looked wrapped in my sheets in the morning,
the way she liked to lay in bed - the vertical fetal posish,
her thick short fingers, her body, my god - her body,
the love making on my couch, the way she kissed me when
she moaned, the fucked up things she said, her bag of dildos,
her dull friends, her dancing, her singing,
my dancing, my smoking, my longing for her touch,
her touching me, her love of life and my hate of it,
her honesty, my honesty
my
fucking
honesty.

i pace the deserted snow covered streets
aimlessly
and drunk
and weeping with my hood on
humiliated by my sentimentality and
possible love
i feel for her.
a lost
confused
old
idiot
sobbing in the snow
awestruck
that she even looked my way.