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My Personal Pain Reliever | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hi everyone! This was requested by anon. I’m sorry it isn’t my usual lengthy write-up but I just decided to keep this short and sweet tbh. I hope you guys still like it though! Enjoy!

Request: Hi can I ask for a Zach x reader where Zach finds out the reader’s on her period? He gets flustered and googles what to do… thanks :)

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“Babe, I can’t go to the game today, I’m so sorry. I’m having really bad period pains and the slightest movement would cause the most excruciating pain you can ever imagine.” I tell Zach over the phone. It was their big game today and it sucked that I couldn’t be there to support him.

“Wh-what?” Zach mumbles on the other line, I can imagine him scratching his head, with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The thought itself made me shake my head and smile.

“I’m on my period Zachary, you know the 3-5 days females bleed from down south?” I ask while I’m curled up into a ball on my bed.

“N-no, y-yeah, I know what a period is, no.” he stutters and I giggle at him.

“I’m really sorry baby, I promise I’ll make it up to you soon. I won’t miss another game, ever. I’m sorry.” I say, I can hear him sigh from the other line which broke my heart.

“It’s okay babe, don’t worry. As long as you get some rest, that’s what matters.” he answers but I can still hear the disappointment in his voice.

“Good luck Zachary. Do your best okay?” I reply softly.

“I will Y/N. Feel better soon baby.” he says and we both bid goodbye to each other.

After ending the call, I suddenly realize why Zach was acting so flustered while we were talking. It has only been about a month ever since we started officially dating and this is actually the first time that this has happened since. I smile at the thought of him being so confused and worried at the same time. A couple of minutes later and the pain on my stomach causes me to doze off.

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Later that day

I hear a faint knock on my door which makes my eyes flutter open. However, I just couldn’t bring myself to move an inch. Luckily, I heard the door creak open before I even had to prepare myself to get up. To my surpise, a pouting Zach Dempsey comes in and places a couple of bags on my desk before walking over to my bed and leaning above me.

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anonymous asked:

Headcanon of dating Jason pretty pleaseeee

Here you go! Thank you for requesting! Hope you enjoy this~


Dating Jason means accepting not only his wonderful assets but also his imperfect flaws. Jason always tell you that he comes with a whole lot of baggage and earlier in the relationship, he’s always waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Fights over the tiniest little things happen quite frequently and sometimes, it’s also your fault for provoking Jason especially when he doesn’t want to talk about his nightmares or even any of his problems.

Despite all of that, you are what keeps Jason grounded. Jason knows that you care about him a lot and love him more than anyone in the world can offer. When he’s plagued by his nightmares, you are always there beside him, hugging him to your chest and whispering sweet nothings as you try to reassure him that you are there and not somewhere else.

Sometimes comfort comes in the form of sex. Sex with Jason can come in different forms – Jason likes it fast and rough but at times, he likes taking it slow too especially when he’s very stressed. He likes to build up the tension for the both of you and the orgasm he would get is often mind-blowing and leaves him feeling very lethargic.

Cuddling is another thing Jason loves to do too. He just loves feeling you pressed against him and having you in his arms so you’re often subjected to random cuddling sessions.

Be prepared for random trips in the early mornings. No matter how many times Jason denies this, he is a romantic at heart and during these early morning drives, Jason takes you to see the sunrise at least thrice a month and even more if he sees that you may need it.

Jason’s ideal type of date is eating burgers and going on a drive to nowhere in particular. Often the two of you would end up somewhere where you can see the entire city. You don’t really mind as much because you also enjoy moments you share with Jason. So getting burgers for your date nights is no problem for you!

The nights when you find it hard to sleep, you would trace figures on Jason’s back and watch him sleeping. Jason likes to sleep with his head on your shoulder, nose buried in the junction where your neck and shoulders meet.
Jason’s random thoughts of ‘you deserve better than me’, ‘I’ve done far much worse than anything you can imagine’ but you never minded any of those. You always reassured him by showing him just how much you love him, body and soul.

Jason is very protective of you and has quite the jealousy streak on him. He doesn’t like it when other guys are looking at you like you’re a plaything. So he would often throw his arm around your shoulders and pull you close to him. You’re no longer surprised at this and always wrap your arms around his waist in return. Besides being in Jason’s arms is where you love to be.

Jason loves seeing you in his clothes. He knows you’re already hot and beautiful in your daily / normal activities but there’s just something about seeing you in his shirt or jacket or sweatshirt that just gets to him all the time. So much so, sometimes Jason just hides your shirts.

“Hey, Jay?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Have you seen my shirt?”

“Dunno which one you’re talking about, babe.”

“Sure, you don’t, Jay. I bet you just want me to wear something of yours again.”

“Well, you’re not wrong.”

Parker Is... In Love?

Pairing: Kai Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1,402

Description: Damon Salvatore discovers that Kai Parker’s only weakness is you. He wants to use it to his advantage to get revenge for his own lover Elena, so he decides to play a game of matchmaker, only for his plan to backfire when he discovers your true feelings for him. 

Warnings: Mentions of character death, major fluff.

Request: Hey I was wondering if possibly you could write something really mushy with either Kai Parker from Tvd’s or Sam Winchester. Like where they both are in love with eachother but neither wants to tell the other and either maybe Cas spills the beans or Damon. Thank you 😊

A/N: This is explained at first from Damon’s perspective of Kai and then transitions, but I just really love talking about Kai so, I hope you enjoy :)

Requests are open :)

Originally posted by sssssssim

Damon Salvatore was never fond of Kai Parker. He was the one person who single handedly destroyed his happiness. For a long time Damon was joyful and filled with life (ironically), able to take on the world.

Then Kai put his girlfriend in a coma and killed his best friend’s wife.

However, his time Damon held an advantage on Kai, he knew his deepest secret.

Kai Parker, the man who didn’t hold an ounce of humanity in him, was in love.

Present day Damon was now standing in front of Kai, who was begging to be let in past his front door. 

“Damon please let me in so we can talk about this.”

Kai pleaded, sounding like a dramatic teen who just cheated on his girlfriend. He only wanted Damon to forget, and conversations like these have been occurring ever since Kai found out that Damon had known about his feelings towards you.

“Listen Kai, I don’t care what you have to say about anything. You need to stay away from me and my friends, especially (Y/N). Now, goodbye!”

Damon slammed the door in his face and rolled his eyes, angered by the fact that Kai Parker even thought he could have a girl like you.

You were nice and caring, always wished to put your friends first and wanting nothing less. Everyone was able to see you bright personality, which always shined through the dark times of life.

But, when Damon slammed the door on Kai, he didn’t take notice of your car pulling into the driveway. 

As you walked along the pathway towards the front door, you noticed Kai standing with his back facing you and his hands on either side of the door frame.

“Kai? What are you doing here?”

You asked causing him to jump and look back at you. He gave you a shy smile and straightened out his shirt and jacket out of nervousness, you mirrored his grin and took a step up onto the porch.

“Hey, (Y/N)! I’m was just trying to get Damon to talk to me but I got the door slammed in my face again. The usual. What are you doing here?”

Kai crossed his arms and started to fidget with his feet in an attempt to shake off his nerves.

“I just came to check up on Damon and Stefan, and to drop off this.”

You held up a first edition copy of Romeo and Juliet, which you borrowed from the boy’s unused extensive library.

“Oh I see, well I hope I’ll see you around then, sometime?”

He said in an attempt to sound casual.

“Yeah I’ll see you around.”

You said with a smile as you knocked on the large wooden door. You heard Damon’s footsteps, and apparently so did Kai, for he rushed out of the Salvatore’s yard and drove away.

“Kai I told you- oh hey (Y/N). Come in.”

You entered the house and presented the book to Damon, seeing Stefan sitting in the couch and joining him there.

“So I bumped into Kai on your porch.”

You stated, wanted to know why Kai was so desperately trying to talk to your long time friend. Stefan grunted and  placed down the cup off coffee he had made for himself.

“Is he never going to give up?”

Stefan directed towards Damon, you still unclear about the topic of conversation.

“Why does he keep bothering you guys? Does he want to apologize?”

You asked Damon as he walked over to the couch and poured himself a glass of whisky.

“I guess so, the bastard says he’s in love with you and wants to make amends to win you over.”

Your heart sped up from the indirect confession, for you have had feelings towards him for quite sometime, only suppressing them because of his violent past.

The good in people was never hidden from you view, and you got to see that goodness in Kai more than anyone else. This caused you to develop some feelings for him, plus you always had a thing for bad boys with a heart.

“No! No, no, no! (Y/N), you are not attracted to him! You are not allowed to be! He is evil!”

Damon exasperated, putting his whisky down before he spilt it.

“How-”

“Did you forget I can hear your heart beating? It’s a no from me, you are not allowed to run into his toned arms!”

He looked over to Stefan for some back up, only for Stefan to unfold the newspaper and took back his coffee, drawing his eyes away from his older brother and friend. 

“Are you kidding me? Help me out here.”

Damon spoke defeatedly, still over exaggerating his speech.

“Hey, if Elena could see the good in you after all you’ve done the same goes for (Y/N) and Kai.”

Stefan muttered from his makeshift newspaper shield.

At a loss for words, Damon grunted and walked away. You were left sitting next to Stefan on the couch, while he read his newspaper. In a way to acknowledge Stefan’s defense, you raise a small fist up, which he fist bumped back.

* * *

Not wanting to go against your best friend of five years you remained distance from Kai. However, everyday you would go to the Salvator house and try to persuade Damon to see your side of things.

Little did you know, Kai was doing the same thing, just after you left.

Eventually, soon after your feelings towards each other became apparent, Damon caved in.

“Listen Damon you know I’ll just keep coming back! Stefan made a good point! Plus, you said he wanted to apologize to you, he would probably want to fix things and-”

“Okay! Okay, I get it! Just sit on the couch and wait ten minutes, just trust me.”

After getting a response from Damon, you listened and sat on the couch, curious as to what would happen next.

Just as he said, ten minutes later a knock cam from the door. Damon placed his hand on the handle and looked back at you, opening the door to reveal Kai.

“Damon I think it’s about time that you-”

Annoyed, Damon grabbed his shirt sleeve and dragged him inside, closing the door behind him. Then he brought him over to where you sat and pushed his towards you.

“I’ve had it from you two, I am so sick and tired of hearing about how much you deserve to give the other a chance! I mean really, I literally have time to waste but this nonsense is slowly killing me! Do me a favor and just make out already!”

As he was walking away, Kai spoke out.

“Wait what?”

Pausing and turning around, Damon spoke again.

“You love her, she loves you. Just stop bothering me.”

Kai looked back over to you shyly, both of your cheeks covered in a light blush.

“Um, I was trying to apologize to Damon for all the things that I’ve done for a while now. I just was hoping if I got on good terms with him you would see that I was worthy of your attention.”

He confessed, sitting down next to you.

“I’m surrounded by vampires and werewolves, what you did hurt my friends and I but I find that with forgiveness amends can be made.”

You responded to Kai, he smiled and took your had in his, running his thumb over your knuckles. 

“I think I’ve known for a long time you’ve always treated me differently than the others, they all looked at me with hate while you looked at me with sympathy.”

“I like to think I see the good in people and you weren’t an acceptation.”

You both smiled and laugh, your hand never leaving his.

“Can I just kiss you now?”

Kai said biting his lip, while you just leaned in to capture his kiss. 

You moved your hand away from his and placed it on his cheek, while he moved his to your waist, never breaking away from your lips. 

When you two broke apart, Kai pulled you into him and wrapped his arms around you, wanting to close the distance between you and him.

“My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.”

“Did you just quote Romeo and Juliet?”

“I thought it was fitting.”

Only You

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Sex//Dating With The Avengers

Title: Sex//Dating With The Avengers

Requesy: Can you do the dating/sex would be like with Bruce/tony/pietro? Thanks. [I decided to do for all of them:)]

Pairing: Bruce Banner x reader, Tony Stark x reader, Pietro Maximoff x reader, Steve Rogers x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT


Originally posted by dcu

Bruce Banner

Originally posted by daddysherwood

Bruce would usually take things slow. Sex with Bruce was passionate, and he showed you how much he loved you. When he made love to you, he made sure to pleasure you, make you cry out in pleasure. You’re his main priority, he’s the type that gets off on you getting off. Things usually start off slow, he would caress your face, admire you for your beauty inside out. Bruce would then slowly lay you down on the bed, his lips would gently press against yours. Bruce loved your hands most, the things you did with your hands drove him insane. You would slowly take his shaft inch by inch into your mouth and his fingers would be in your hair, gently pulling. Bruce was a complete gentleman in bed, he would never do things he knew you disliked. Bruce loved you truly.

Of course, there had been times he was rough with you. When he saw you and Tony in the lab flirting innocently, he snapped. He did not let the big guy out but he definitely had shown you who you belonged to. He had fucked you so hard you had to ask Tony for two days off work.

Dating:

Bruce was a complete sweetheart, he loved going on dates with you even when work doesn’t permit. He would take you to a fancy restaurant, have a couple glasses of red wine and probably a steak. The two of you would talk about both your lives, and you loved planning ahead whilst he loved listening to all the amazing plans you had for both of your futures. He would hold your hand as you talked, his eyes fixed on your features as you spoke, he admired you, for everything. For how you dared to step into his life, even when you knew of the other guy.

Tony Stark

Originally posted by ujustneedbrave

Tony, well you know Stark. A little arrogant on the side, and that side showed itself in bed. All the time. He knew how much you liked Steve for his gentlemanly ways, and how you admired his morals. And he disliked that. He would snap when he saw you laughing with Steve, God the sight made him want to punch the star spangled man in the face. And that’s why he took the time to show you who you belonged to. He would fuck you hard, deep and fast. He’d have you screaming into the pillow to muffle your cries. He took his time, appreciating you and you alone. Sure, he still kept some of his playboy ways and those were the times you took complete charge. Pushing him down and ridding him hard, he loved you like that, all riled up.

Dating:

God. Dating Tony could be a nightmare. The first and foremost reason is obvious. The media’s attention was on the two of you, hell it was difficult to get a bag of chips without being stalked by some nosy paparazzi. And the stories they’ve created had you and Tony arguing. The pictures had you thinking he was out with some other women and once you had packed your bags and left. He won you back of course and you made it a point not to believe what those gossip magazines had to say about your relationship with him.

But then again, Tony could be a total sweetheart, he spoiled you rotten, constantly buying gifts, bringing you to parties, showing you off to others, telling them how lucky he was to find a woman like you. As he quoted from Mulan “You don’t find a woman like that every dynasty”. He would take you out on fancy dinners, booking the whole damn restaurant for the two of you to enjoy yourselves. And sometimes the night was wasted seeing that both of you were on the team, having a peaceful date proved to be a challenge.

Pietro Maximoff

Originally posted by registeredalien

Pietro was an amazing boyfriend. And he loved you, there was a doubt about that. He loved taking things fast, no pun intended. The third time you went on a date with him, you ended up in his bed. And despite all those factors, he proved that he wasn’t some kind of asshole who dumped the girl after sex. Sex with him was incredible, he would show you just how much you meant to him, he would make love to you. His lips would be all over your body, taking time to remember every inch of you. He could make you cum hard, had you moaning his name each time he took you to bed. There were times where you took charge, riding him and pushing the two of you to orgasm.

Dating:

Dating Pietro was something you could never forget. He took you to the park, and sometimes orphanages, and you were happy with that. Looking at the abandoned children reminded him of his childhood. Most times, Wanda followed and you would watch the siblings communicate with the children, playing with them, and you’d join. Sure your dates weren’t at some fancy five star restaurant, but you were fine with it. You knew how much his childhood had affected him and you were willing to pull him out of those dark times he went through. And that was what made your relationship so much stronger. He’d take you to cafes downtown, where the two of you would enjoy talking with the steaming cups of coffee and the occasional chocolate muffins.

Steve Rogers

Originally posted by tomshardy

You know what they say. “Gentleman in the streets, freak in the sheets” Steve is well all of this. He was the perfect man outside, saving the lives of innocent citizens, protecting America, saving kittens off trees, opening the doors. However, he could be rough, his hand around your neck as he slammed you hard against the cold wall of his bedroom. God he drove you crazy. He’d have you on your hands and knees, your pretty round ass in the air, and he’d spank you. Hard. And he’d do that till your ass was as red as the stripes on the flag he represented. And he’d fuck you, rough, till you screamed. The first time you called him “Captain” had you pinned on the bed, and fucked so hard you saw stars. Steve loves eating you out, his tongue would dart out towards your clit, he drew figures, numbers and letters. He loves watching you come undone knowing he was the result of it.

Dating:

Dating Captain America. Every woman’s dream wasn’t it? Sometimes dating Steve was a double edged sword. He’d go on missions and at times he would leave for weeks on end. He had you worried sick, had you staring at your phone for his familiar number. And each time there was a knock on the door of your shared apartment, you’d be worried thinking it was some kind of agent who was here to bring you bad news. But then again you had hoped it was Steve.

There were of course the good and happy times. Steve took you out on dates, at little cafes downtown, where the two of you would enjoy breakfast after his run every morning. He would have a run with you, and sometimes Sam would drop by and join the two of you. You loved staying up with Steve watching movies while he snatched the popcorn from your hands playfully. The two of you were big fans if Disney movies, his and you favorite being The Little Mermaid. He loved waking up next to you, snuggling beside you as he pulled you closer.

Bucky Barnes

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

Sex with Bucky was wild, passionate, even dangerous. He would have your back against the wall, your legs wrapped around his well built waist as he thrust into your heat. He ravished your body, making sure every inch of your body is loved, touched, kissed. He would sometimes have you on top of him, his hands on your waist, leaving his mark on you, showing who you belonged to. You loved his bionic arm, and when he fingered you with it, he made sure to vibrate it, driving you to the edge. At times, he could be gentle, passionate, his fingers interlocked with yours as he thrust into you, both your moans echoing in the room. You loved blowing him, taking his cock inch by inch into your mouth, till his tip hit the back of your throat. You would suck him hard, playing with his balls, doing this while Bucky webbed his fingers through your hair.

Dating:

Dating Bucky was special, different and amazing. He was an assassin before and he often had horrible nightmares for hours on end. He’d wake up in the middle of the night and he would be sweating, horrified by what he might do to you. And you made sure you were by his side through it all, be it the nightmares or the insecurities he had. You loved him and you wanted to him to know that. Dates with Bucky often saw you taking him around the city, to places he had missed the past seventy years or so. Introducing him to new food, technology. He took you to out on dates to restaurants that Steve had often recommended, where they played songs from the 40’s. He remembered most of his memories and he often told you about the past. The way life was, history and you loved that. You loved knowing Bucky, and you loved him the way he was. Assassin or not.


Hope this was good:)
I don’t get jealous

(A/N): Fuck me up with possessive Bucky

Request:  💕 💕 jealous!bucky where your ex-fiancee comes back and you have to work w/ him and bucky becomes real protective 💕 💕

Warnings: some swearing, creepy ex


Originally posted by deniz-is-a-witch

    “Oh god,” You whisper as that all too familiar man walks into your office. “Oh god no,” You’d recognize that sneer and glinting eyes anywhere, that was your ex. And not just any old ex, this was your ex- fiancee. You gulp as he walks down the aisles with pride in his step, obviously very pleased with himself for being able to worm his way through S.H.I.E.L.D. You turn your head away as he walks by, hoping he didn’t catch a glimpse of your face and for a minute you actually had hope that it worked. He continued to walk down aisles, his steps getting further and further away before they suddenly stop as does your heart. The footsteps come back your way and your heart begins to beat within your chest, god please let him pass you, please let him pass you.

   “(Y/N), is that you?” His voice had you nearly cringing, the greasy tony brought back some not so nice memories. Despite this you turn to look at him with a forced smile, trying your best not to look as annoyed as you were. 

   “Yep,” You chuckle, “It’s me,” 

   “Oh my god,” He smiles, showcasing his teeth. “I haven’t seen you in ages,” Yeah, that was kinda the point dipshit. “This is crazy!” You smile a little wider, causing you to feel like your skin may crack at the force. 

   “Yeah, right,” 

   “So uh- uh what’re you doing here?” You suppress a groan at this longer than needed conversation instead deciding upon smiling more and answering the question. 

   “I’m a field agent, sometimes I work alongside the Avengers-” At this his eyes widen and his jaw nearly drops. 

   “You work with the Avengers? That’s so cool!” You merely nod, hoping this conversation would end soon. “So does this mean you’ve met Tony Stark? Oh my god, have you met Captain America?” 

   “Haha, yep, I sure have,” The man sighs, folding his arms over his chest as he stares at you in a less than comfortable fashion. 

   “That is incredible (Y/N),” You only nod, hoping your face didn’t portray just how uncomfortable you were getting. The stupid man was just about to open his mouth again when the doors to the room open once again and this time the person who walks in is far more pleasant than the man before you. 

   “Bucky,” You sigh out as your present fiancee walks in the room, his other half not far behind. Bucky and Steve seemed to be engaged in quite the conversation when Bucky turns to look at you, smiling softly as his gaze connects to yours.

   You want to jump from your seat and run to his side, grab him and hold him like your life depended on it but you can’t, not with Mr. Sleazy standing right beside you. So instead you wait until Bucky waves goodbye to Steve and begins to make his way over to you to get up and excuse yourself momentarily. 

   “Sorry,” You give the man a tight lipped smile as you stand, dusting your suit off before standing a bit taller. “I’ll be right back,” You walk past him and instead to Bucky, your Bucky. 

  You nearly sigh in relief when Bucky opens his arms up, inviting you into his embrace. You gladly accept, wrapping your arms around his waist and nuzzling into his chest. 

   “Hey doll,” Bucky’s chest rumbles, soft and comforting against you. 

   “Hey,” You breathe out, just happy to be back by his side, rather than that creepy man’s. 

   “Who’s the creep lingering by your desk?” Bucky’s voice is no louder than a whisper, not wishing anyone to hear what you guys were saying. 

   “Remember that asshole boyfriend I told you about?” Bucky’s grip on you tightens at your words, just enough to give you a soft squeeze before it relaxes. 

   “Yes,” Bucky’s jaw is clenches and his words are now a hiss as he glowers at the man by your desk. 

   “Guess who’s working with us now?” 

   “Not that creep right?” 

   “Unfortunately yes,” Bucky growls softly as he pulls you against him a little tighter, making sure to keep you blocked from the man’s line of sight. 

   “Has he tried anything-” 

  “No Bucky,” You smile softly against the ex assassin. “He hasn’t tried anything…not yet at least,” You knew your words were only going to spurr Bucky’s little jealousy fit and you could definitely tell when he growled once again, pulling you even closer to his chest. “Buck-” You gently pat his back, “I’m just joking, he’s not going to try anything, I made it very clear we were over and that I didn’t want anything to do with him,” 

   “Well he’s here and he’s talking to you,” 

   “He works here Buck, we’re just gonna have to live with that,” Bucky sighs softly, albeit unhappily. 

   “If he tries anything you tell me, okay?” He tilts your head up at his words, his thumb and pointer finger clutching your chin gently. His blue eyes are boring into yours and his face is etched with concern (and jealousy). You find yourself smiling at the literally man puppy holding you before you lean in, pressing your lips to his briefly before pulling away, much to Bucky’s dismay. 

   “You got it Sarge,” Bucky smiles, his eyes crinkling softly at the nickname you’d given him. 

   You go to pull away, intending to go back to your seat and work when Bucky pulls you back against him, causing you to squeak in surprise. 

   “One more kiss?” Bucky asks softly as he gives a damn good pair of puppy dog eyes. You roll your eyes, feigning annoyance but you couldn’t even deny how much you loved it when Bucky asked for kisses. You lean in, pressing your lips against his once more, only intending for it to be an innocent kiss but as Bucky began to nibble on your bottom lip you realized he wanted more. 

   “Bucky,” You warn against his lips, after all, you were at work and you were sure Fury would kill you both if he caught the two of you displaying anymore public affection. 

   “(Y/N),” Bucky replies cooly as once again leans in to claim your lips as his own. You can only smile against him, making it nearly impossible to keep up the kissing. Eventually Bucky gives in, succumbing to a smile as well. “Think I made my point?” Bucky murmurs against your lips, just allowing himself that small amount of teasing pleasure. 

   “What point?” You murmur back, genuinely confused. Bucky smiles as he nuzzles his forehead against your own, looking just about as smug as could be. 

    “Think that loser over there knows you’re mine?” You peek over Bucky’s shoulder to see your ex-fiancee looking anywhere but the two of you, obviously very uncomfortable.  

   “I think everyone knows I’m yours you nerd,” Bucky smiles wider, causing his nose to scrunch up in the cutest way. “You know I love you right?” You ask a bit softer, just enough so that only Bucky could hear you. Bucky smiles as he wraps his arms around your waist a bit more snugly, nuzzling his scruffy face into the crook of your neck as he does so. 

   “I love you too,” 

   “Hey!” The doors open and in walks Fury, damn near seething at the sudden display of affection. “What’d I tell you motherfuckers the last time I caught you?” 

It’s gonna get bad before it gets good; we need the bad days to keep the good ones in perspective. We’ll tuck hope right next to your heart like a drop of sunshine, sometimes it won’t shine too bright, you’ll think it’s gone but it’s still there. I’ll be here to remind you whenever you need to hear it and if it gets hard to breathe, remember when he smiled for you, because of you. Remember that you kept my mind busy when I couldn’t sleep, I was never too upset when we talked. Remember that we need you in our lives. We may not say it too often but we do. We need you. So when shit gets tough we’ll be there to hold your hand and tell you it’ll get better because darling, it will get better.
—  //The shattered flower
Days in the Sun

Betty spun around on her heels, a lazy smile gracing her face as she took in the sunshine in her backyard. Her honey blonde hair was down and flowing around her shoulders as Archie’s dog,Vegas, was running around her in circles. Leaning out the window of Archie’s bedroom Jughead could hear her carefree giggle, he watched her drop to her knees and nuzzle the soft fur of the silly dog.

She was too beautiful for words sometimes, leaning against the window frame he couldn’t stop the goofy grin that was gracing his face.
She had on a pair of dirty converse and a light yellow sundress, gone was the overly tight ponytail and perfectly pressed cardigans, he didn’t think she had ever looked so beautiful. He was content to watch her spin around and laugh all day, but when Betty’s eyes caught his she smiled widely and lifted a hand, beckoning him to join her. He all but sprinted down the stairs, hopping the fence to her back yard and strolling over to her

“Good morning” he mumbled out, smirking and leaning against the fence, as she got up from the ground brushing her knees.

“Beautiful morning.” She replied coming closer to him.

As he stared into her eyes he noted the way they were slightly red rimmed and the darkish purple bags were slightly more prominent, a sure sign she had cried herself to sleep. He frowned slightly as he reached for her hand.
She nodded absently at him.

Sighing softly she leaned against him “ isn’t it amazing?” She whispered

“Hmm?” He hummed, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. They were both staring into the sunlight, comfortable in each other’s arms.

“It’s just… there’s so much pain. Everywhere. So much sorrow, it seems to follow us. But then a day like this.. the sun is shining, flowers are blooming and I have… I have you.” She tilted her head up at him and smiled shyly.

Jugheads face melted into a look of complete adoration “and I have you.” He whispered, dropping his lips to hers for a quick kiss.

She smiled lazily “I mean, some days I think. "These dark days will never end” but then I get to be here with you, how in the midst of all this sorrow can so much hope and love endure?“

Jughead closed his eyes, dropping a kiss to the top of her head "I know what you mean.”

Betty nodded absently, she knew he did understand her, sometimes it seemed like he was the only one in the entire world.

He cleared his throat causing her to look up
“Well, if we lose everything.”
Betty scoffed, pulling away

Jughead just laughed pulling her back in before continuing

“If we lose everything, we’ll always have this. We’ll always have days in the sun.”

Betty smiled as Vegas nipped on the bottom of her skirt, she pulled Jughead along and began to spin around, Vegas chasing her in circles again

“Days in the sun.” She giggled happily, watching as Jughead playfully chased the rambunctious pup.

Letter from Mick Jagger to Marianne Faithfull, 16 August 1970

“Dearest Marianne, I woke up this morning and had you in my mind so I thought I would just talk to you a little. I haven’t seen or heard of you much lately and wondered how you were? I saw Chrissie grooving off to Morocco in abandoned style a few days ago, I’m just getting my things together to go on tour to Europe though haven’t got used to the idea yet of all that work and traveling and of course I haven’t a clue what to wear. Things have changed a lot recently here, completely different people come around which I find sometimes peculiar. We have good fun but I’m glad to be going away as its becoming a little tedious. I have no idea where you are in your mind nor should I expect to but I hope there are green fields and flowers where you walk. I’m sure Nicholas is having a good time please throw him in the air for me. Marlon is now 1 and walks and is bright but will inevitably have an Oedipus complex don’t you think! If you find time please drop me a line or telephone before I go away at the end of August as I would love to hear from you. You will always be precious in my thoughts. As ever, Mick.”

i cry

anonymous asked:

If I may ask, what are muns headcanons for Denmark and Norway?

(( *Cracks knuckles* Alrighty, buckle up buttercup cause imma get straight onto le headcanons~

Denmark:

FRECKLES

- A pansexual and proud! 

- Sometimes headcanon him as either genderfluid or trans

-Has ADHD or a form of autism

- Also that he has depression

- That he is pure and must be protected at all times  (not really a headcanon but meh)

- Has a lot of scars, most of them on his back and a couple on his arms

- Calloused hands cause yes 

- Has gotten a few tattoos (one which is a tribal like wolf and another which is literally a dick because he got dared to) 

- Is around 23-28 years old (human years)

- Shit at maths but knows astronomy like it’s at the back of his hand

- Known to do the ‘dad dance’

- Acts confident but when he talks to someone he’s in love with, he can be quite bashful and shy

- Needs to be woken up in the mornings as he hates leaving the bed

Norway: 

- Covered in tattoos when he went full on punk mode

- Is still a low key punk

- Bisexual, equally likes men and women (like ‘Either way I’m gay’ mode)

- Has quite a few scars on his hands, arms and legs

- He has a wide range of music taste, going from classical to pop to rock to heavy metal etc

- Has dimples when he smiles (which Denmark loves)

- Signature dance move is the ‘slut drop’ and only one he knows

- He used to do ballet but stopped around the 19th century

- Sometimes headcanon him as non-binary/androgynous 

- Is a pro at makeup, like proper drag queen right here

-  Around 22-26 years old (human years)

- Can pull off any clothing, either a dress, suit or a rubbish bag

- Is a huge fan of hugs but doesn’t like to show it

- Hates to admit it, but he likes singing. Mostly in the shower

Thats all I can think of at the top of my head anon, hope you liked these! ))

Life By the Bottle

I speak of days gone by as if such eloquence was needed for nights and days spent in the inebriated stupors of a bygone era. Truth be told, I could remember everything in those moments as if happening as I write, or speak, now. I live them with every passing second. That is the reality of existing with a bottle as your only friend, a cigarette as your lover, two extra large coffees, light and sweet, as your reason to get through your day.

I was inclined to believe that the only thing that mattered was that rush as I inhaled the smoke, held it in, and drank my shots of Jack, only to let out that smoke slowly, letting it mix with the taste.

Mornings started at noon, days ended at ten, bedtime was whenever my head gave up, my body caved in, and I ended up in a big bed, naked, and alone. Pack of smokes nearby, surrounded by empty bottles of beer and wine, hoping I’d never wake up again.

Each time I opened my eyes I’d realize I’d failed to make it happen.

What I would give, how I would try, hoping to die. Always wondered why I didn’t have the strength, nor the drive, to disrespect my beliefs and end my life. A coward’s way to some. The only option for others. The progressive evolution to mine.

Cracked another cold one, lit another Medium, pondered for some time.

One single belief. What IS on the other side? Maybe today, maybe tonight? The thoughts that ran through my mind. Meanwhile my guitars in the darkness, the light from the cigarette, Stevie Ray Vaughan reminding me to live, Life By the Drop. The liquid courage pushed me onward. Philly’s local brew keeping me company.

Many years later, God, it seems lifetimes ago, I’m still here. Many words spoken, very few written until recently. Trust still an issue, so many liars. “Friends” and lovers, mostly forgotten. Health issues, comatose, rebirth, repurpose, reinvigorated, so many empty bottles were strewn, am still trying. So many stories to tell and lives to share. Feelings rebottled up and heart broken a lot. But, with a season, sometimes there’s hope and a reason.

It’s been so many years. God, grant me the peace, strength, and determination. Most of all, patience to survive the let downs, respect to overcome the lies, good will to push through even as I’m forced to back away from those closest to me. Hope that at least one will listen, actually believe in me, and trust in me completely.

Sobriety has been enlightening. My only addiction is still the caffeine that drives me day and night. Hopefully, one day, you will, too. Whoever decides to forgive my past and make a future to last, I’ll make a promise forever.

I’m here for you, will you be?

-H. Murcia 3/24/2017 8:48PM
Revision: 3/29/2017 11:42PM

Still me, tough guy.
Writing chick flick shit, certainly cause I’m fucking drunk. I miss you man. Every fucking day in my life, every time I pass in a crowd, I’m looking for you. Trying to see if you’re here, looking up for me. But you'renot. Still in South Side huh? Hope you’re okay. Thugs are assholes and you can’t fuck everyone of them, they are not me. Hope you miss me too, sometimes. Don’t want to this being one-sided. But I don’t want you to fucking cry. You’re a tough guy, firecrotch. Get over me. But not too much. Think of me at the end of a vodka bottle. I’ll be in the last drops.
Mexico sucks, guys are dumb, and I can’t find a warm mouth like yours.
Goodnight.

(Come back to me. Please.)


-A letter Mickey will never send.(4)

You’re standing in the sunlight

Request: “Why do you keep saying that?” with Ashton + something based on “Sunlight” by From Indian Lakes
Summary: Ashton watches the sunrise with a girl who’s slipping away

Prompts


“Do you ever think about how you’re gonna die?”

Ashton starts at the question, turning to stare at you. There’s a small smile at your lips as you keep gazing at the stars above.

Your call woke Ashton up at 4am, and when he asked what you wanted, you just said you wanted to watch the stars. So here the two of you are now, lying on your backs on the beach, breathing in the beauty of the silent night.

“Not really,” he says finally. “My life’s going to end at some point, and I’d rather just enjoy the moments. Make the most of it. It’s no use thinking about death.”

“I think it’s comforting,” you say. “We’re never sure of anything, but death will always be there.”

“Thought you liked chaos.”

This time it’s you who turns, and you let out a small chuckle before pressing your lips against Ashton’s. He emits a small gasp, and you kiss him once again, softly.

“I don’t like chaos, I breathe chaos,” you waggle your eyebrows.

Ashton smiles a little uncertainly before kissing you again.

“The sun is about to rise,” he remarks, seeing a bit of light on the horizon.

You hum, falling on your back again.

“I always thought I’d die young. Do you see that star?” You point. “It’s my favorite. It’s not the brightest, it’s not part of a constellation and I can never remember its name. But it’s there every night and it shines beautifully. I want to live like that star. I want to live beautifully, be loved by few and remembered by none. I want to live like that star and when I die I wanna be up there in the sky next to it. You know in Greek mythology the gods transformed people who died young into stars?”

Ashton stays silent, eyes riveted on the girl who speaks of death like it is just another part of an adventure. You send him another smile and stand up. He frowns, pouting the slightest bit.

“Hey, stay here.”

You grin and grab his hand, lacing your fingers through his and helping him up to his feet.

“Come on, let’s watch the sun rise.”

He follows you up the small hill and stands by your side as the first beams of sunlight set the ocean on fire. You watch the patches of light glittering on the waves but he’s watching your face, eyes far away, lit up by the sunrise. You seem lost to your own world and not for the first time, he wishes he could follow you there. He wishes he could understand your mind and join you in your musings and make himself a home in the recesses of your soul. But he’ll settle for anything you give him.

You lean your head against his shoulder, exhaling softly.

“It’s so beautiful it makes me wish I could disappear into it,” you say.

“But then you wouldn’t get to be a star. You’ve got to make up your mind.”

“You make a fair point,” you grin. “There are too many possibilities.”

“The possibilities are endless,” he agrees, and ducks his head to place a kiss on your shoulder. You giggle, batting him away.

“Stop tickling me!”

His hazel eyes are a molten gold in the sunlight, intense on your face as he speaks.

“Or you could always stay here. Stay with me.”

Your breath stutters for a few seconds, before a wistful smile settles at your lips. You lift a hand to play with a stray curl of his. His eyes don’t let go of yours.

“You’re wonderful Ashton, you know that right? You make me wanna stay, sometimes. I hope one day you find someone who deserves you.”

Why do you keep saying that? Why do you keep acting like you’re gonna leave?”

He watches the movement of your throat as you swallow and drop your gaze to the ground, your foot playing a little with the sand.

“Does it matter? I’m here now.” You lift up your head to meet his eyes again. “And weren’t you the one who said to enjoy the moment?”

He lets out a huff of a chuckle, because of course you’d use his arguments against him in a way to avoid his questions. He wraps his arms around you from behind and you let out a pleased sound, melting into his warm embrace.

“And besides,” you add, watching the horizon as golden waves lick the sand beneath you, “you’ll always find me in the stars.”

You can almost hear Ashton rolling his eyes at that, but he presses a kiss right under your ear anyway. You shiver at the amount of comfort and love he surrounds you with in that exact moment. And then he whispers:

“You won’t ever be like that star, miss chaos. I’ll always remember your name.”

And you smile again.

Allison- Not When I’m In Love With Her

Request- An Allison imagine based on the song fool for love by Lord Huron, the guy the song talks about could be Scott or Isaac.

A/N- I’m sorry I’m trash and told you guys the next imagine would be a Stiles one. I’ll get really bad writers block and just hop around from prompt to prompt, so I have like six or seven drafts sitting in my folder.

Allison smiled to herself as her phone chimed with an incoming text, one she knew was from you. You had been studying for final exams with Stiles for the past two hours, but you had just texted her that he left.
Thank god, she had replied. I’m tired for you.
She rolled over to pull her cell off its charger and grinned as she opened up your text. I’m tired for him. I don’t understand how one person can talk so much and just not stop.
She sent you something back saying that at least you could sleep now, but after fifteen minutes, you still hadn’t replied. That definitely wasn’t your style, and even though you had seen her message and started to type back, it seemed you hadn’t gotten around to it.
It wasn’t until about twenty minutes later that she actually began to get worried, and another thirty before a message popped up on her screen. She snatched the phone from the bed and read it, and what she saw caused her to grit her teeth.
Isaac is back.
She raised the  phone to her ear and called you, but when the line stopped ringing, you were silent.
“Y/n?” she asked.
“Sorry,” you said softly. “Just processing.”
“What happened?” she whispered.
“He showed up after Stiles left. I think he was waiting for him to go.”
Allison scoffed. “He probably knew he wouldn’t have let him take one step toward your house.”
“Isaac would have just pushed him out of the way,” you said glumly.
Allison frowned. “But what did he say?”
“That he’s back for good, and that he wants me back too.”
“No,” she snapped vehemently. “No way. Tell me you didn’t let him in.”
“I tried to close the door on him, but I was too slow. He kind of just came inside, and then I screamed for him to get out.”
You remembered how hysterical you sounded, and it might have been embarrassing had Isaac not freaked out so much. He had flinched at the sharpness in your voice, and while you may have been cracking on the inside, you tried to hide it under a scowl.
“Shh,” he had hissed, stepping inside to grab your arm. “Y/n, I’m back now. Everything’s fine.”
His fingers were cold on your skin, and you jerked your arm out of his grasp. “Everything was fine, until about a minute ago. You just fucking left for a year. My best friend almost died, and you left when we all needed you. Do you have any idea what we went through without you? Scott literally died, half of Beacon Hills disappeared-”
“I heard about it,” he had told you, clenching his jaw.
“And you didn’t come back?” you asked, trying to keep your voice low as anger threatened to bubble over.
“I left so I didn’t have to fight for my life anymore. But I missed you-”
“Yeah so you get to be safe, but fuck the rest of us, right?” you had snapped.
Isaac had sighed, and run a hand through his curly hair. His bright eyes were troubled as they met yours, but those baby blues didn’t work on you anymore, and you were pretty sure they never would again.
“That doesn’t mean I didn’t love you-”
“Get out.”
“Y/n-”
“Get out!” you had screamed, shoving him in the shoulder.
Isaac had stumbled out the door, angry and hurt, but you just hadn’t cared. The moment you slammed the door in his face, the gravity of what just happened came crashing down, and you slid onto the floor, texting the one person who never failed to make you feel better.
Allison knew how wrecked you had been when Isaac left. You had seen the life literally draining out of her on that night in Oak Creek, and you were pretty sure watching her slowly recover in that hospital bed had taken a few years off your life.
It wasn’t like you minded being there for her, but your own support had run away and not looked back, and it hadn’t been easy. Even as her wounds healed, Allison was there for you. Part of her burned to hurt Isaac for how much he had hurt you, and as you curled up in that hospital bed with her, crying into the shoulder of her hospital gown, she vowed she would kill him if he ever came back.
She hadn’t thought about doing that in a long time, but what you were telling her had her reconsidering.
“What did he do?” she demanded.
“Nothing.”
“Just tell me what he-”
“Nothing, Allison,” you repeated wearily. “He just walked back into my life like he never even left.”
You sat there in silence for a few seconds, and then you took a deep breath. “You know, out of all the times I wished he would come back, I never thought it would break me all over again.”
“You don’t need him,” Allison swore. “I know how much you loved him. I know how important he was to you, but trust me when I say this, I’ve seen how strong you are without him. Whatever he wants…don’t give in.”
“I won’t.”
Your voice was hoarse from crying, and barely above a whisper. Allison pursed her lips. “I’ll come over if you want. I can bring ice-cream, and we can just talk. It doesn’t even have to be about him.”
“You have a French quiz to make up tomorrow. You should get some rest.”
“Screw the quiz. You’re my best friend, Y/n. If you need me, I’m there.”
“You’re sure?”
Allison sighed. “Sometimes I think you forget how much I love you.”
“No,” you said softly, and Allison could hear the smile in your voice. “I could never forget that.”
She smiled and pushed herself off of her pillows. She was already in a pair of pajama shorts and a comfy t-shirt, but she knew you wouldn’t care. “I’ll be right over.”

Twenty minutes and a quick grocery run later, Allison showed up at your front door with a tub of ice cream and an encouraging smile.
“The cavalry’s here,” she sing-songed, waving the grocery bag in your face.
You met her with a dim frown. “You’re only one person.”
“Yes,” she agreed.“But there’s also…Ben and Jerry.”
She pulled the tub out of the bag and held it out to you, and you couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
“You’re exactly what I needed,” you told her, reaching forward to bury your face in her shoulder.
She smiled and squeezed you tightly, swallowing down the rush of words threatening to spill from her mouth. You may have been her best friend, but there were things she just couldn’t tell you, at least not if she wanted you to stay that way.
“You know I’m always here.”
You nodded and wordlessly headed into the kitchen, hunting for spoons. As soon as you pulled two from a kitchen drawer, you grabbed Allison’s hand and led her up the stairs.
The two of you sank down at the foot of your bed, and you rested your head on her bony shoulder. “I don’t hate him…I wish I could. God, I wish I could.”
“You loved him,” she whispered. “When you love someone, they’re not just in your heart. They’re in your head, and under your skin, and…and everything you are. Without them…you don’t feel whole.”
You blinked and looked up at her. “Was that how it was with Scott?”
Allison swallowed. “No…no, it wasn’t.”
“Wait, then-”
“But you and Isaac,” she interrupted. “I’ve seen it when you looked at him. Right? That’s how you felt?”
“Maybe at first,” you admitted. “But after a few months I…well, there were things I always wondered about…”
“Like, what?” she asked.
You blew air from between your lips. “Well, I…it’s stupid. I don’t really think-”
“Y/n! I’m your best friend,” she cried, spooning ice cream into her mouth. “Tell me.”
“Um, okay,” you told her hesitantly. “I’ve always kind of wondered about…about how I feel about girls.”
Allison’s spoon fell from her hand, and along with it, her jaw. She had always had her suspicions, but she was never sure just how much of that was wishful thinking on her part. Now she finally knew that her instincts (and her hopes) were correct.
“Close your mouth,” you ordered, flushing bright red.
“No, Y/n,” Allison assured you, snatching the spoon from the floor. “It’s totally okay. Trust me, I’m passing no judgments.”
“No judgments?” you questioned, cocking an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
“Well, maybe I’m a little shocked,” she admitted. “But, honestly, I’m the girl who tried to kill, like, three of our current pack members. I try not to judge people too harshly.”
Your shoulders dropped in relief, and you let your spoon fall back into the ice cream, throwing your arms around her. “God, thank you. I’ve been wanting to tell you for so long, I just didn’t know how.”
“Sometimes it takes something tough like this to be honest.”
You smiled, and placed another spoon of ice cream in your mouth. “It’s not so bad anymore. Not with you here.”
You wrapped your arm around her shoulders, offering her a soft hug and a hopeful smile. You traced your fingers across the arrow pattern of her pajama shorts, sending a warm shiver down her spine.
“Thanks,” she choked. “So, uh, I think I should probably study for that quiz.”
“Oh, right,” you realized, pulling your arm from her shoulders. “How about I quiz you? You have your textbook in your car, right?”
“Yeah. I’ll just go down and grab it.”
“I’ll come with you,” you offered, jumping up from the floor.
“No!” she said quickly, causing you to pause. “I mean, it’s only downstairs. You don’t have to get up.”
“Okay…” you said slowly, eyeing her carefully. “Are you okay?’
“I’m great.” She waved you off with a smile, slipping  out the door and down the steps.
As soon as she was out the front door, she let out the breath that seemed to stick in her lungs. She ran a hand through her messy, dark hair and promised herself that she would never let her emotions gets the better of her again. All it had taken was one little touch, and she was losing her breath like someone had punched her in the chest.
Yes, maybe her love for you was more than friendly. Maybe it was killing her to lie to you, and pretend like you were only the best friend she had ever had. Selfishly, even that wasn’t enough, and as much as she wanted to be honest with you, she wasn’t willing to lose you by telling you the truth.
She was caged between these two options, arguing with herself over whether to stay silent and torture herself, or to risk your rejection and tell you she loved you. For now, she decided, she would have to remain there, but she knew it was only a matter of time before something caved.
She kicked away a stray stick as she walked to her car, unable to stall any longer. After pulling her dusty textbook from the floor, she headed back inside, and fixed a bright smile on her face. Although she was faking it at first, it become real the moment your eyes met hers, and she felt all the stress fade from her body.
“Ready?” she asked you.
You grinned up at her from the foot of your bed. “Oui.”
She rolled her eyes and sat down next to you, shoving the book into your hands. She would have given anything to stay there in that moment with you, but she knew morning would come eventually, and with it, and end to all the lies.

“Please,” Allison heard someone beg as she walked toward your locker. “Just hear me out.”
The voice was irritatingly familiar, and she shoved past the crowd of kids in front of her to get to you. You were standing in front of your locker, rooting around inside it as you tried not to look at Isaac.
He was leaning in close, towering over you, and he kept trying to reach out and put his hand on your arm.
“Stop it,” you muttered, brushing him off.
“Y/n, come on,” he pleaded. “I know you’re pissed. You have a right to be. All I’m asking is for you to hear me out.”
You turned toward him and raised your eyebrows. “Alright, fin-”
He darted forward, cutting you off as he grabbed you by the waist and tugged you against him. His lips were warm, and soft, and everything you remembered. This kiss might have been perfect, and maybe a year ago you had dreamed of it a million times, but somehow, it wasn’t satisfying at all.
You pushed him in the shoulders, shoving him away from you. “Stay away from me.”
“Y/n, stop,” he commanded, snagging you by the wrist.
You cried out in pain at the violent tug, and as you looked up at Isaac, you could see anger and hurt flashing in his eyes. A flicker of fear spread through you, but you only felt it for a moment, because a heart-printed sweater appeared in front of your eyes, blocking Isaac’s leather jacket.
Allison was now standing in front of you, shielding you, and acting as a barrier between you and Isaac. She stood straight with her shoulders back, and firmly placed her hand on his forearm.
“Let her go,” she ordered.
Her voice was tight and calm, but you were her best friend, and you knew she was broiling with barely concealed rage under the surface.
“She’s my girlfriend.”
“She was,” the Hunter corrected. “And it looks like she finally realized what type of person you are. She doesn’t need you anymore.”
Isaac let out a short, bitter laugh. “Right. You know, you must love this, Allison.”
“What?”
“She must have been so upset when I left. She probably cried on your shoulder hundreds of times. I bet you held her, didn’t you? I bet you loved being that close to her.”
“Let go of her, Isaac,” she repeated tightly.
The halls were beginning to clear out now, and when he finally released your wrist, only two or three kids were around. You backed away from him and quickly shut your locker, and Allison quickly looped an arm around your shoulders and headed down the hall.
“What the hell was that about?” you muttered.
“He’s just pissed,” Allison assured you. “Next time he comes near you, I’ll kick his ass.”
Isaac’s scoff echoed down the hall, and you glanced back over your shoulder. He pushed away from the lockers and sauntered toward you, and Allison bristled. “Just stay behind me.”
“Like I’d actually hurt her,” Isaac snorted.
“You already have,” Allison snapped, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Allison, it’s fine,” you promised, reaching out to grab her arm.
“No it isn’t.”
“She’s right,” Isaac said suddenly, his lips curling into a smirk. “It’s not fine. Especially because she’s been lying to you for years.”
“What?”
“Shut up,” Allison spat.
“You started this,” Isaac reminded her. “The only reason she’s being such a bitch is because-”
“She’s my best f-”
“-she’s in love with you!” he finished.
Allison was suddenly frozen in fear. She looked back toward you, and when you saw the terrified look in her eyes, you knew Isaac was telling the truth. But instead of freaking out or running away, Allison simply stalked forward and slammed her fist into his jaw.
He yelped and brought a hand up to his bloody lips, but he didn’t seem phased by her punch. He simply stepped forward and swung at her, causing her to duck.
“Isaac, stop!” you cried, but he wasn’t listening.
Allison whipped a knife out from her boot and swiped at Isaac, and you pressed a hand over your mouth. He snarled as she cut him across the chest, tearing his shirt and causing blood to splash out.
Luckily everyone else in the hall had moved on, but you were still watching at Isaac and Allison tried to tear each other apart. “Stop. Please, stop, both of you!”
Allison paused for a single moment, looking back at you, but as she stopped, Isaac took the opportunity to pick her up and toss her into the wall. She slammed against the concrete, and you screamed.
Isaac glared down at her, breathing heavily as she weakly pushed herself to
her hands and knees.
“Get away from her!”
Isaac blinked as you shoved him from behind and rushed forward, stumbling back in shock.
“Y/n-”
“No,” you snarled, whirling back toward him. “Don’t ever touch her again, and don’t touch me either. Don’t even come near me.”
That was all you left him with, and as you rushed to Allison’s side, he stormed off and turned down another hall.
“Allison,” you breathed, kneeling on the ground next to her.
She didn’t look up at you, and willed herself not to cry. Her hair fell into her eyes, sticky with the blood dripping from her forehead, and shame was all she could feel. She wished you would just walk away and leave her there, but you simply reached out and placed your fingers under her chin.
Her brown eyes watered as you turned your face toward her, brushing her stained hair from her cheeks. “Allison.”
“You don’t have to say anything,” she whispered miserably. “Just…just go, please.”
“No,” you told her firmly. “There is no way I’m leaving my best friend. Especially not when I’m in love with her.”
Allison stared up at you, her eyes glistening. “Do you mean that?”
You nodded. “The other night, when we were talking about how I felt about girls…I was actually talking about you.”
Allison sat up, and although she was dizzy, she reached out to pull you into her. She had spent so long sitting on the sidelines, watching you with Isaac and thinking you would be so much better with her. Now she didn’t have to wonder, because as she placed her lips on yours, she just knew.
You wrapped your arms around her and pulled her closer, and decided that having Allison in your arms just felt right. Out of everything you had shared together; sleepovers, secrets, and tears, this was by far your favorite.
She was warm, and familiar, and she was still your best friend, just with a few more added benefits. And that was something the both of you could live with.

anonymous asked:

Hey Felix! Just dropping this ask as a request to prick your brain abit about something that's been bugging me for quite sometime, hope u don't mind. So if you can recall there was this totem shown in 'Maximum Capacity' throughout Greg's collected findings in his storage shed; and when u take a close look at it there's a peculiar designed figure on the bottom with Jasper's gem for a nose on it. So I've been wondering does it represent Malachite or a future fusion with our Jasper?

Totem anon again here. Sorry ran out of space in the last ask. I also wanted to point out that the totem greenish gem figure w/the Jasper stone nose had 2 legs + 4 arms, which as u can tell lead to my scepticism about the figure in question foreshadowing Malachite. So I ask again, considering the crew’s style, could it possibly be someone who’s willing to “stay” with Jasper in the future or no? Thank u 4 reading.

it could certainly be an early malachite - we know they hadn’t totally fleshed out blue diamond’s design when she was just a basic shadowy figure in “the answer”, so it’s definitely possible some early hints were later altered. 

i actually drew my own interpretation a while back, though! this was… almost a year ago. my best guess was a new jasper fusion, since this design doesn’t seem to borrow much from lapis other than color (and i mean, their fusion was pretty much destined to be a malachite, what with its patterns and toxic properties). 

interesting they’re all in the “keep” box, too… we haven’t seen the temple fusion yet, which has obviously been foreshadowed from the very first episode, so i would say it’s possible to see these in the far future. i also seriously doubt it was the corrupted fusion of ‘our’ jasper + ocean jasper, since the fusion doesn’t look very ~monstrous at all. 

that being said, we gotta include something very important and totally legit here (which had not yet happened in my old speculation):

fusion brunch. 

in the “steven reacts” short, it’s pretty widely speculated that the toast is jasper, what with her attitude, eye-close ups, the cinematic parallels to “the return”, being the leader of two smaller gems, and being an antagonist who reluctantly learns to co-exist with our breakfast friends.

in the short, that toast has to change through brunch (fusion) - crying tears of joy over the result. the world’s wackiest and easiest redemption arc! that… pretty obviously has not happened yet for jasper, and it probably won’t be that easy. her fusions thus far have been a disaster one way or another.

if we’re deciding to be hopeful about jasper, it’s something to take into account - there are several instances which “jasper” has been connected to fusions we haven’t seen yet, with a much happier result than in canon. personally, i would love to see jasper’s reform arc contain elements of both learning to make better fusions and love herself, so i really hope it means something.

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can i request the RFA+V+Saeran's reactions to the MC kissing them for the first time unexpectedly? thank you i love your blog it really cheers me up~ :)

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Yoosung

  • He was preparing himself to go to school while MC is eating his omelette, she loves everything he does
  • Yoosung was a little in a hurry, he ate like a flash, maybe that’s why he was always with his shirt turned upside down
  • It was funny, sometimes he even drops coffee in his shirt, he got burned because of that
  • But you always help him, saying what’s wrong, what he forgot, etc.
  • He stopped on the door, ready to go, already on the outside, you stood up and go to him, you usually give him a hug and say “Have a good day” of course, when you don’t need to go too.
  • “Have a good day Yoosung…Take care!” He smiles ready to hug her, but you kiss him
  • He was surprised by that, maybe that was because of that he isn’t kissing you back
  • When their lips parted, he looks at you with his mouth open, and you just…smiled
  • “I think i can skip school for a day…
  • ” He said as he enters the house again, kissing you, closing the door with his feet (he thought he was so badass in that moment)
  • He skipped classes today ~

Zen

  • That day he was so excited, he got a new role!
  • Because of that, he was jumping in every part of the house, and MC is just laughing at this.
  • You love to see him so happy and successful with his dreams, he needs more than he’s getting.
  • When MC was sitting on the couch, seeing him jump around yelling about his new role, he stops and start to sing to you, and you smiled
  • Until he sits beside you smiling 
  • “Thank you, my princess, you’re so good to me, you believed in me" 
  • He kissed your cheek and when he was about to get up again and start to yell, you grab his shirt and kissed him
  • For the first time, Zen didn’t move at all
  • But when your lips parted, he puts one hand on your back, and pulled you back, and kissed you, a kiss that seemed he hasn’t kissed you in a long time.
  • While you guys were kissing he made you lay down on the couch, he was on top of you now, when you two stopped kissing he looked at you and give a little smile
  • "Can we celebrate that new role princess? ~”


Jaehee

  • Jaehee still with those ”friend thing”, he keeps kissing on your cheek even when she already says “I love you” to you, like a whisper
  • You’re tired of that, why she don’t just don’t accept her feeling toward you like you did?
  • She was closing the cafe as you were walking toward her when she turn around and see you 
  • “Oh god MC…You scared me, are yo—” You kissed her, making her drop the keys, and widened her eyes
  • You were kissing her passionately, showing to her all that love you’re keeping for you when you stopped, she looked in your eyes and you did the same
  • And then she puts her hands on your cheeks and kissed you, showing all her love that she was keeping to herself
  • After you two parted because you two need desperately air, she smiled at you
  • “Want to have lunch at my house?” But you two already had lunch
  • Oh…OH! You nod and she picks the key and your hand and start to walk


Jumin

  • Jumin’s really stubborn and bossy with everyone
  • But with you, he’s so sweet, look like a totally different person, you changed him, he looks more human now.
  • This day he didn’t  go to work, he was chilling with you in the bed, talking about so many things, work related things, his feeling, he loves to be able to talk about this with you, and Elizabeth, she was with you guys in the bed
  • “You know love, i have one dream…I want to have one more member in our family, i really want to be a dad you know, i never thought about that, but i love you so much that this feeling is keeping me insane”
  • He’s so sweet and romantic, you can’t restrain yourself, you kiss him, he didn’t do anything at the moment, but after a while he kissed you back, making you get on top of him, while you’re catching your breath he looks to Elizabeth
  • She understands the message and get out of the bed, after that he started to kiss your neck
  • “We can try to realize my dream right now?”

707

  • You always surprise him, you’re  a box full of surprises, you are the only thing that he doesn’t know what to expect
  • Maybe this is why he always loved you? Maybe.
  • “MC ! MC!” He runs to you “I think about a new way to prank Yoosung!Come with me, will be so fun!I will tell you step by step, please say yes”
  • He said, smiling, a large smile, he’s such a dork, but you love that smile so much.
  • You love him so much.
  • You can’t help yourself and kissed him, he seems surprised, but he kissed you back, hugging you in the process
  • After you two stopped kissing, you smile at him “Let’s go”
  • He looks at you and takes off his glasses and look at you with a marvelous smile, “But now i want to do another thing”

V

  • He loves when you read things to him, or describing to him about a paint,  or image, he can see a little, but he loves to listen to your voice
  • And you love to help him.
  • One time you’re describing lots of photographs and telling the story behind them when you told him about a photograph of a family, his eyes start to get filled with tears “V…Are you alright?”
  • He nods, wiping away tears, and then he looked at you “…I just got happy, i can think about a photograph of a family, but our family…”
  • You’re surprised to listen to him talk about this “…You can continue now MC…” You kissed him without thinking twice
  • He’s surprised, this is the first time you kissed him, when you looked at him again, more tears was coming out of his eyes as he smiles “Could you do this again?”

Saeran

  • When he goes to the kitchen he sees you doing something there…You look so beautiful in his eyes, smiling, singing, he can’t take his eyes off you.
  • How could someone be so perfect? How could someone so perfect be his?
  • Sometimes he simply cannot believe it. While he was lost in his own thoughts
  • “Hey, Saeran!I’m doing a dessert!It’s a secret, but i’ll use ice cream!”
  • Saeran doesn’t care, he’s looking at you, standing still, lost in his own thoughts “I love you so much…” you look at him again “Huh?”
  • He finally wakes up, “I said that i’m excited to eat this dessert!” You laugh, he’s a dork, you walk to him and kiss him, he was a little surprised by it, but he doesn’t waste time, he kissed you back almost instantly
  • When you stopped, you’re smiling again “If you’re so excited, i better finish it soon!” You say while you’re going back to your “workstation”, but he grabs your hand, and you look at him
  • I was not talking about that dessert.” He gives you a smirk.

“TONY iS MINE!!!“

Sometime ago I saw an Iron Man stuffed toy is labeled as “Free Gift” to be given to customers with certain purchase in a chain store here, I can’t help but think Steve would definitely object this idea :D So this art is born haha.

And Happy Birthday to my tumblr account! Time flies and three years have passed, hope I can draw more Stony in the future! :D Thanks for all the support, reblogs and following, and you are always welcome to drop a comment/prompt/idea/just say hi to me anytime :D Love you all <3<3<3

“I look like an idiot.”- DjWifi “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.” LadyNoir or “We shouldn’t be doing this” MariChat

“This is, without a doubt, the stupidest plan you’ve ever had,” Chat Noir told her. “Of course I’m in.”

“Oh yeah, that makes me feel confident,” Ladybug said, rolling her eyes. “But I think if we do it right, we can pull it off.”

“It’ll be purr-fect,” Chat Noir assured her. “If I didn’t trust you, I wouldn’t do it.”

Ladybug took a deep breath. “All right, let’s go.”

The akumatized victim was a man named Pierre, who was a knitter. More than likely, Ladybug thought someone had made fun of him for being a man who knits. His power was being able to create and manipulate strands of yarn. His name was the Knitter.

Ten minutes later, Chat Noir and Ladybug were hanging upside down, back to back, from a light post.

“Well, that didn’t work,” Chat Noir said, stating the obvious. Ladybug had tried to convince the Knitter that she wanted him to teach her to knit (even though she already knew how). Chat Noir was hiding on the building above, just in case the plan turned awry. However, unbeknownst to either of them, the Knitter was weaving his own plan. He droned on and on to Ladybug about the different types and colors of yarn, while he sent several strands to subdue Chat Noir. With Ladybug’s guard down and the black cat out of the way, he was free to tie her up, too.

Ladybug fiddled with the razorblade her lucky charm had produced, trying to cut through her bonds without slicing her costume. She tried to ignore the fact that her fingers were brushing over Chat Noir’s, and the feeling that the idea sent straight to her heart.

Luckily, although there were many strands of yarn, Ladybug quickly managed to get her hands free. She still dangled upside from the pole, but at least she could do something. As the Knitter lowered them to the ground, she held her hands behind her back as if she was still caught.

“This is getting pretty bad, Bugaboo,” Chat Noir whispered to her. “Please tell me you have a plan.” He had already used his Cataclysm, which meant they were both only minutes away from turning back.

“Finally, Hawkmoth will have his Miraculouses,” the Knitter said, halting their descent. He reached up with his free hand to take Ladybug’s earrings. Ladybug put on an act of defeat, pretending she was harmless. While his guard was down, she snatched his knitting needles out of his hand and snapped them in half.

As soon as they broke, the yarn went slack, sending both Ladybug and Chat Noir sprawling to the ground. Ladybug performed her magic on the Akuma before it flew away, setting the world right again.

Her earrings beeped in warning. “I have to go, Chat Noir,” she told him.

“No, wait!” he cried, grabbing her hand. “Come with me.”

“We’re both about to turn back,” she said. “You know how I feel about our identities.”

“I know, but I have an idea,” he told her. “But we have to be quick.”

She let him drag her into an alley. It was one of those movie type alleys, the ones divided in half that allowed criminals to evade police as they climbed over.

“I want to spend more time with you, Ladybug,” he said. His hand was still wrapped around hers. “I’ll go over the wall, and we can just stand and talk for a while. I promise I won’t look.”

“I don’t know, Chat Noir…” She bit her lip. “I really need to-“

“Please,” he begged. Something about the desperation in his voice made Ladybug’s heart ache a little bit.

She sighed. “This is, without a doubt, the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. But, I’m in.”

“Really?’ Chat Noir’s eyes lit up. Both of their Miraculouses beeped in warning.

“Yes! Now go!” she said urgently, shooing him off.

“Then, I’ll see you on the other side,” he told her, leaping on top of the wall. “Or, I guess I’ll talk to you on the other side.”

He dropped out of sight just as their egos dropped.

“Ladybug?” he called.

“I’m still here, Chat Noir,” she told him with a smile.

They talked for hours, until Marinette’s parents started calling to ask where she was. And, as she walked home, she realized she might actually be in love with Chat Noir. And Adrien was even more convinced of his love for Ladybug.
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Sometimes I blur the lines with the lovesquare, lol. I hope you liked it, anon!