his face is the worst face okay

thnksfrthmemrs  asked:

no idea if you've seen fma or not but like. shiro getting his nerves reconnected to his arm. vomiting, screaming, the works

okay, so I kinda went the opposite direction with the arm thing… *shrugs* 

Keith wants to run.

He’s never wanted to run from anything more in his entire life. But he doesn’t. He can’t. 

So he grits his teeth and keeps a firm grip on his friend’s flesh arm. His eyes flicker over to Lance. The other boy is gray and more somber than Keith can ever remember seeing him. He winces, breathing hard through his nose as the body they’re holding down between them bucks violently.

Pidge was helping Hunk at first but the situation has overwhelmed her. The screaming is getting to everyone and she was the first to succumb. She scooted back against a corner a while ago, staring with wet, shell-shocked eyes; she’s barely moved at all, except for the rocking. Tears stream silently down her cheeks and Keith wants so badly to comfort her, to tell her it’s going to be all right. Except that he doesn’t know if it is.

“Guys, you’ve got to hold him steady,” Hunk instructs from his crouched position beside the make-shift stretcher. His voice is calm, despite how much he’s sweating; despite the pressure on his shoulders to fix their friend and make the screaming stop.

Shiro opens his mouth again and Keith braces himself. But the older boy just arches his neck, glassy eyes searching frantically until Keith slides into his line of vision.

He’s trying to say something, but his voice is so broken and raw from the pain, the sounds are incoherent wheezes of clogged air. Shiro hasn’t been with them for a long time.

“Hey,” Keith presses one hand against the curve of Shiro’s jaw. “It’s almost over. It is. Hunk’s fixing you up, okay? Just hold on.”

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Waiting For You

Author: @dylan-ohbrien
Pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader
Wordcount: 3,565
Warnings: Language and allllll the smut
A/N: So after watching the American Assassin trailer, I, like many others, was shook to the core with all the shirtlessness, sexiness, perfectness, that Dylan brought to my little computer screen. All of that inspired me to do this little oneshot thing. I haven’t read the books so I don’t really know anything about his character, this was just my interpretation based kind of off what I’d seen in the trailer. Anywho, I hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think!

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Take Care of Me || Justin Foley x Reader

Yes indeedy. Justin is like such a sad baby boy.

Word Count: 682

Warnings: Mentions of Abuse 

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    When you first met Justin Foley, he seemed like the perfect guy. He had an award winning smile, perfect hair, great style, and never failed to make you laugh. But slowly, as word of Hannah Baker’s suicide spread, and Justin began walking into class with fresh bruises every morning; things changed.

    The two of you had stopped going on dates first. Then, you began to spend less time together during school. Until, eventually, it was as if you were nothing more than a couple of strangers. You never saw him. You stopped trying to call after the eighth attempt.

    You didn’t want to be one of those people in relationships that just can’t let go. The ones that show up at your doorstep three months after no contact and start breaking things. You had to admit, though, he was a hard one to lose.

    You sat in the empty school lunchroom. There was a basketball game going on next door, and you hadn’t really felt like attending.

    The sound of shoes squeaking on the polished floor came from your right, and you lifted your head in the direction of it. You felt your mouth go dry when you caught sight of Justin. He was staring at you, though one eye was partially swollen shut with a dark bruise surrounding it.

    “Holy hell,” you muttered, pushing yourself up.

    You rushed over to him, smoothing a hand along his cheek. He winced, but made an effort not to pull away. He placed his hand on top of yours, pressing it down harder.

    “Where have you  been?” you asked quietly.

    He inhaled deeply, clenching his jaw. “Don’t ask, please. Just stay with me. I need you to stay with me.”

    You wrapped your arms around him tightly, pulling him in for a hug. “Okay, I won’t ask. Just… if you want me to stay with you, you have to stay with me.”

    He nodded, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You ran your hand down his back, shushing him as his breath hitched, cracking with a quiet sob.

    “Leaving you was the worst mistake of my life,” he whispered. “I thought it would help you. I’m not what you need, but you’re what I need.”

    You pulled away just enough to look him in the face. “I love you, Justin.”

    His lower lip quivered, tears brimming in his eyes. “I love you too, Y/N.”

    “Then tell me what happened,” you replied.

    He looked down, trying to pull away, but you held him tighter. It didn’t take long for the warmth of your body pressing against his own to break through his shell. He melted against you, letting his head fall back onto your shoulder, hands wandering down to play with the hem of your shirt.

    “You know how my mom is. Her new boyfriend is an asshole. If I even attempt to stand up to him he acts like he’s going to murder me,” he said finally. “I hate him, and I hate her. All I need is you. Please, can I come live with you?”

    You were probably the only seventeen year old in town who had their own place. Partly because your parents owned multiple homes and were constantly renting them out, and partly because you were just a trustworthy teen. The baddest thing you’d ever done was steal a candy bar from a convenience store, but that was when you were like six.

    “You should’ve told me,” you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Of course you can.”

    “I know,” he whispered. “I was afraid you’d think I was just trying to get into your pants or something. I’m not like what Hannah Baker said, I swear. I made a mistake. I should have told everyone that the rumors weren’t true. I really do need you. I have no one else.”

    “I know, Justin. Everyone makes mistakes, but you’ve changed. You’re different now.” You took his hands into your own, bringing them to your lips. “I’m here, okay? I’ll take care of you.”

Two Keys

Title: Two Keys – Warmth Series Part Three

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 2100

Reader Gender: Female

Warnings: The reader is injured, stitches, mentions of a body, blood, some swearing.

Summary: The Reader comes home from the hunt injured and Dean stitches her up.

Author’s Note: Woohoo, part three! I’m still blown away by all the lovely comments you guys are leaving about this series, I’m so happy you’re enjoying it! And before you read this please remember that there’s still one more part (that might be out this weekend?) before you freak out *slips ominously into the shadows*

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Read the previous parts here: Two Beds (Part 1), Two Shirts (Part 2)

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*I made the gif from a YouTube video, sorry if it sucks!*

     Eventually you did get up, leaving the warmth and comfort of the bed – and Dean – and dragging two grumpy Winchesters out the door, resigning them to your same chilly fate. You made sure to be dressed and ready to go before Sam woke up, not wanting him to get any premature ideas about something going on between you and his brother - not when you didn’t even know if there was anything to get ideas about. You didn’t even know if you wanted there to be.

     You still held strong in your belief that getting involved with a hunter was a bad idea, that it would only end in heartbreak for both involved. But despite that, despite the fact that you’d consoled friends more times than you could count after the loss a loved one on a hunt gone wrong, you couldn’t shake your feelings for Dean. Couldn’t shake the idea that he might feel the same way.

     And if he did, didn’t you owe it to yourself to try?

     At any rate, you had more pressing issues at the moment – like, for example, the four long, bleeding gashes running down your leg.

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Good Shot

Clint x Reader

The sirens blared into your ears, the building rumbled underneath you. A panic flash back of the hot desert, the bullets spraying passed you, grabbed a hold of you. Collapsing on the ground, you bury your head into your bloodied knees. People were screaming and running around you, it all felt imploding until everything went silent. Your heartbeat was loud and rapid, tears fell down your face. It was inescapable. War was everywhere you went, tucked into every street corner.

“Ma’am,” a soft voice broke through the silence. A steady hand touched your shoulder, causing your hands to grip tighter against your head. Your body trembled violently, lips quivered as a little blood spilled from your mouth.

“Are you hurt? Let’s get you the hell out of here,” the man’s voice was calm and collective as he attempted to reach for your hand.

“Leave me alone,” you cried out.

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Not Josh (Josh Dun x reader)

AGGHH so this is my first imagine that I’ve ever posted and I have like no followers so I doubt anything will happen but I’m still nervous 😂

So, just read it and let me know if you like it. If you wanna request an imagine, let me know.

This just made me happy so I hope you like it guys. Thanks!!!

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Not Josh.
Not Josh.
Not. Josh.

At least, that’s what you have been telling yourself for days. Okay, more like months. But, none of that mattered. Just not Josh.

Josh and Tyler were your best friends and coworkers. You saw them on a daily basis and travel on tour with them. As one of their managers/assistants/creative geniuses, it was your job to fully support them and to be there to do everything you could for them. So it could definitely not be Josh for that reason alone.

Not to mention the fact that you had known the boys for years now. Emphasis on the years. And you had always been particularly close to Josh. He was your best friend. You supported him through the good and the bad. You were with him through the break ups, heart break, happy moments. One of the only constant things in your life was Josh. He was your best friend. Your right hand man. And you were his. So this made the thought of any feelings that could have possibly risen for Josh absolutely impossible. Exposing any feelings (which there weren’t any of, mind you) would be awful. You’d loose your friends, your job, and your Josh. Not that he was your Josh per say but he was your best friend.

You’d convince yourself at this point that the butterflies that flooded your stomach when he smiled in your direction or touched you were purely platonic. You told yourself repeatedly that no, you did not find Josh attractive, especially not when he was performing on stage with no shirt and that determined face. And it definitely didn’t make your day when he would text you late at night, asking if you wanted to come to his room and hang out. You had to convince yourself of this. For your friendship and job. Anyways, you highly doubted the feelings (which weren’t there) were mutual. Ever since his breakup with Debby, he hadn’t mentioned girls or being interested in anyone. He was probably enjoying life as a single, handsome, kind guy. Not that you found him attractive. Of course not.

But you couldn’t help to blush as you looked at the photos the tour photographer had sent you of the boys. There was one photo of Josh, a big, goofy grin painted across his face as he sat at his drums, staring into the crowd. He looked so incredibly happy. And he also looked great with no shirt and that goofy grin. But you mean that in a totally platonic way of course. You say there, staring at that once picture for way too long, studying all his features. You have seen him almost everyday for years now but you enjoyed just looking at him. You enjoyed seeing the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled and his jaw line. He was seemingly perfect, even his flaws were perfect to you.

Not Josh.
Not Josh.
Not. Josh.

“Well, well, well, enjoying the view?” Josh popped up next to you, staring at your computer screen before giving you a devilish wink and eyebrow wiggle and laugh. Darn his laugh. It was so cute. In a platonic way of course. You quickly switched to the next photo, which was none the less another photo of Josh. More laughs left his lips as you stared at him with a quizzical grin, hoping your cheeks didn’t look as red as they felt.

“Ha ha. I was just checking the photos that Adam sent me.” You said, sarcasm dripping off your false laughter.

“You never responded to me last night. I had to watch X-Files all alone last night. You are pretty much the worst.” Josh said in a joking tone but as you looked at his face…was that disappointment? No. Don’t be silly.

“Sorry. I fell asleep. I was exhausted last night.” You said, closing your computer with a sigh. Going on tour with the boys was a blessing but it came with a lot of long nights and you felt you got less and less sleep as time went on.

“(Y/N), you okay?” Josh said, genuine concern on his face as he looked up at you, rubbing your arm with his calloused hands. Somehow, that managed to send a shiver up your spine and make you wanna scream. This was ridiculous. Plenty of times before, Josh had rubbed your shoulder or held your hand. God dammit, during your late night tv marathons, you two would cuddle. In a platonic way. “(Y/N)?”

You shook your head, pulling yourself away from your thoughts. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just need to loosen up.”

“Well, how about this? We have a free day tomorrow so what if tonight, after the show, we get some drinks with Jenna and Tyler? Then we can stay in my room and watch whatever show you want.”

You raise your eyebrow, smirking. “Any show? Even watching Friends? Again?”

“Yeah, even Friends. Again.”

You smiled, feeling warm inside. He was always there for you and always there to make things better when you were down. “Well, I guess then.”

“Perfect.” Josh flashed one of his perfect smiles, getting up. “I have to do sound check but I’ll see you later.” He brushed his hand on your shoulder before running on.

Not. Josh.

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Every show was electrifying. You are convinced that the boys couldn’t perform a crappy show, and so far they hadn’t proven you wrong. You watched from backstage, like you did every night. But tonight, Josh directed more grins and winks in your direction then he usually did, causing your cheeks to flush and for you to look down at your shoes, praying he didn’t notice.

As the show came to a close, the boys ran off and you congratulated them like you always did. “I heard we are getting some drinks tonight?” Tyler said, wrapping his arms around Jenna, who kissed him on the cheek.

“I’m up for a drink. But first, you need to shower. You smell dreadful.” Jenna said with a giggle, tease fully punching Tyler on the shoulder.

“Yes ma'am.” Tyler said with a wink, walking off.

“I’m gonna get clean, too. I’ll drive you there okay.” Josh said, grabbing your shoulder and you nodded, smiling up at him. “Sounds good to me.” Josh ran off with a wink, leaving you and Jenna alone, with her smirking.

“Well…” she said, giggling a little as eying you.

“Well what?” You said, praying she wouldn’t mention what you expected she would.

“Are you ever, ever gonna tell Josh you like him? Or are you that stubborn?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

Jenna laughed and gave you a wink. “Sure you don’t. Just like Josh didn’t know what Tyler was talking about when he mentioned it.” Jenna shook her head and walked off. What the hell did that mean? Josh didn’t know what? What did Tyler say? You stood there in complete and utter shock, trying to digest what Jenna had said.

Was it that obvious? I mean, you had said if you convinced yourself it was simply platonic between you and Josh, everything would be good.

Not. Josh.

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The bar was crowded, full of intoxicated bodies and loud music with bright lights. You walked in dreading the evening, but after a drink or two, you felt yourself loosening up. Which is exactly what you needed. You sat with your three friends, sitting next to Josh and across from Jenna and Tyler, who were rambling about something or another. You felt yourself not listening to the story they were telling and staring at Josh, who was laughing and smiling in response. His brown eyes lit up in the bright lights and his yellow hair was pulled back in a SnapBack. A low muscle tank exposed his biceps and you found yourself wishing they were around you.

Not Josh.

You quickly turned away, chugging down a shot of who knows what before Josh looked back at you, laughing. “Take it easy, killer.” He slurred causing you to smile.

Rising from your chair, you looked at Josh, grinning. “Hey, I’m gonna grab a drink. You want anything?”

“Yeah. Why don’t you grab me a beer?” He winked before you walked off, blushing to your annoyance. He really needed to stop winking.

You walked to the crowded bar, looking at a bartender “Two beers please.” You stated, before you found yourself with somebody standing right up against you. You looked at the young man. He wore a button up shirt, pulled up at the sleeves. His brown hair was a mess, but the good kind of mess. He looked at the bartender, stating “Make that three.” before looking at you, smiling. “Hi.”

You looked back at Josh, who was grinning at something Jenna had said. You looked back at the young man before you and smiled before saying “Hi.”

“I’m Alec, and you are?”

“I’m (Y/N).” He reached out his hand and you grabbed it. It felt different from Josh’s hand, Alec’s hands were much softer and unfamiliar.

“So what are you doing ordering two beers?”

“I’m here with a couple friends.”

“A boyfriend?” Alec asked, a grin on his lips and one eyebrow slightly raised.

You chuckle, looking back at your table to see Josh staring at you and Alec, his hand pressed tightly to his glass. The look on his face was unfamiliar, he almost looked angry. You quickly turned away, wiping away any thoughts that ate at your mind. “No, no boyfriend. Just some friends.”

“Well, to be honest, I don’t know how a beautiful girl like you isn’t with someone.” He said, and you found yourself blushing. “So (Y/N), what do you do?”

“Um, marketing, managing, writing. A little bit of this and that.” You responded, pretending not to wonder if Josh was still watching you. “How about you? What do you do, Alec?”

“I’m a programming specialist at a small company. You know, a little bit of this and that.” He responded with a wink and you giggled.

“Here are your drinks ma'am.” replied the bartender as you grabbed two beers.

“I should probably go.” You said, looking back at Alec who smiled.

“At least take this.” He pulled his wallet out and handed you a card, with his name and number and the place where he worked. “You should use the number.”

“I’ll think about it.” You replied with a wink as you walked off, feeling confident up until you reached the table. Josh was staring intently at you as you sat down, handing him his beer.

“Well, who was that, (Y/N)?” Jenna said with a giggle and wink, causing you to blush.

“Just someone.” You nonchalantly said as you saw Josh chugging his beer, avoiding eye contact with everyone.

“Well, that just someone seemed interested. You gonna use that card?” Jenna asked.

“Umm…I don’t know. Maybe.” You jumped in your seat as Josh slammed his class down and quickly got up.

“I gotta go get a drink.” He said before walking off quickly. You looked down at your lap, thinking of the wildest possibility that he was jealous. No.

Not Josh.

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The taxi ride back to the hotel was completely dead silent. Jenna and Tyler had decided to go off on their own, leaving you with Josh who was heavily intoxicated and completely silent. No words were spoken until you reached the elevator and said “Josh, what is wrong?”

“Nothing.” He replied coldly, still not looking at you.

“Really? Cause it doesn’t seem like nothing? What is going on?”

“Nothing.” He repeated causing you to look away from him and stare at the door in front of you. Tears pricked your eyes as you went up another floor before you heard Josh click a button and the elevator come to a stop.

“What the hell are you doing?” You hissed, glaring at Josh, who finally looked in your direction. He looked beaten and tired.

“What am I doing? What are you doing? You basically threw yourself at that guy tonight. Are you stupid?” Josh said, throwing his hands up.

“I didn’t throw myself at anyone and I’m not stupid. Is that all you have to say?” You replied, annoyed with your arms crossed. “After not saying a work for almost all night, you just ridicule me?”

“How can you not see what’s been in front of you this whole time? How can you not see how desperately I’ve wanted you? How long I’ve waited for you to finally see that I’ve been right here this whole time. You don’t need some guy in a bar. You have me. I have you. I love you, god dammit! Why can’t you see that?” Josh yelled, staring at you, breathing heavily. His face was red and he looked broken, completely broken. He looked the way you had been feeling for months.

You convinced yourself it was platonic. Nothing more. Nothing less. You convinced yourself it was just friendship as your feelings bubbled and grew. Yet here was your best friend, telling you he loved you. And you found no words to say in the moment.

“I just told you I loved you. I’ve been waiting years to tell you that. The least you can do is say something.” Josh said, pleading with you.

While you wanted to jump in his arms and tell him you loved him for years as well, you convinced yourself this was just drunken words spilling from his mouth. So you just responded with a quite “Okay.” Josh looked away instantly and pressed the elevator button, causing it to start back up and rise to your floor, before the doors opened. You both exited the elevator and instead of walking to his room like you always did, you both walked in separate directions to your own rooms.

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You looked at your phone, praying Josh would text you, saying it was a drunken mistake or ask why you weren’t with him or ask what had happened the previous night. But to your avail, no text was sent and you sat in your own bed for hours, alone and wishing you were waking up in Josh’s arms in his room like you usually did on nights like the previous one. But usually, Josh doesn’t confess his love for you and you don’t respond with “okay”. What an idiot you were. You were too busy convincing yourself that in some way it wasn’t Josh and the feelings were mutual, but they had been.

You knew what you needed to do but putting a plan to action was much harder than it sounded. So, you reluctantly marched to Josh’s room, forcing yourself to knock on the door, half hoping he wouldn’t. But the door opened, and a tired, broken Josh stared back at you. His face turned from sadness to anger and you saw his eyes were red and he was wearing his same clothes from last night. “I’m busy.” He curtly responded before going to close the door.

“Is everything you said last night true?” You quickly spilled out, staring at the floor, too scared of the response, regardless of which one it was.

“Umm..listen, we can ignore what happened. I would rather do that then-”

“Is it? Please just respond with yes or no.” You looked up at Josh, this time pleading.

Josh looked at feet, before letting out a quite, “Yes. I love you.”

Your heart swelled with joy and you beat yourself up for hurting the boy standing before you. “Josh-”

“Listen, I understand. I don’t need pity or anything. I just wanna-”

“Josh, I love you too.” You said it without even thinking and he looked back up at you, a small smirk playing on his lips.

“What?”

“I love you. So much. You are my best friend but I love you more than that. I just wanna be with you. And I’m sorry I said okay but I just didn’t want it to be a drunken mistake or anything-”

Your rambling was cut off by his soft lips meeting yours, something you had reluctantly thought about for years, never realizing it would come to fruition. He slowly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling yourself closer to him as your bodies pressed together. You wrapped your arms around him, never wanting the moment to end as his lips danced against yours, feeling all the love you too had hidden from each other for so long. He pulled away, looking at you before grinning. “(Y/N), will you be my girlfriend?”

You smiled, grinning at the boy as you finally said what you wanted to say.

“Yes Josh.”

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Stiles is drunk. The party slides around him in washes of color and sound– everything transient, nothing sticking. Bass thumps in his eardrums, turning his stomach. Derek appears as a blessing, half out the door before he even makes it through the foyer, but still the most solid thing Stiles has seen all night.

“I hate this,” Stiles whispers, his breath hot against Derek’s sensitive ear. “You’re the only person here worth talking to.”

“Okay,” Derek says, his hand settling solid and reassuring on Stiles’ hip. “So let’s go somewhere that isn’t here.”

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“What were you even doing there?” Stiles peers at Derek curiously over the rim of his mug. The coffee isn’t quite strong enough to dissolve tooth enamel, but coupled with the brisk walk from the rave to the diner, it’s doing wonders for counteracting his buzz. “A warehouse party isn’t really your scene.”

Derek shrugs, placidly plowing his way through a mountain-high portion of chicken souvlaki. His knees keeps knocking against Stiles’ under the chipped Formica tabletop, and Stiles can’t find it in himself to pretend to mind.

“Didn’t really look like your scene, either,” Derek says, meeting Stiles’ gaze unblinkingly. His wackadoo eyes make Stiles’ head spin, and it’s easy to blame it on the booze. Bourbon, Stiles thinks admonishingly. When will you learn that bourbon is not your friend.

“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” he huffs, darting his hand across the table to snatch a few of Derek’s fries, nearly knocking a glass of water over in the process. Derek rolls his eyes heavenward with a sigh, and then rotates his plate so that the truly impressive mound of deep fried potato is facing Stilinskiwards. Stiles bites down on a victorious whoop, and grabs another handful to cram into his mouth.

Derek watches him chew happily, his ridiculous eyebrows drawn together in the expression Stiles has categorized as “exasperated but fond.” It’s much preferred to the look that Stiles used to get, which was better classified as “imminent manslaughter”.

“So, this is nice,” Stiles begins, at the same time Derek sets down his fork and says, “Scott told me about your fight.”

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BTS Reacts - Your Drawing Of Them

Hoseok: When Hobi finds you huddled over a desk, moaning endlessly to yourself, he becomes worried - what exactly are you slaving over? You don’t notice his presence in the room, so you keep at your detailed sketch of Jung Hoseok; your eyes dart back and forth between a picture reference of him and your own work. He cranes his neck over your shoulder, muttering a faint ‘whoa’ under his breath. He knows that this is your line of work - he just never knew how amazingly capable you are at it. Hoseok is so proud of you, that he just wants to comment on your work until he’s dried out of compliments. However, he doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it - he knows you get easily flustered to showcase your art, so instead, he chooses make light of the situation by striking a dramatic pose, which makes you laugh in response.

“So beautiful! Those lines, the strokes, those details! So perfect! This - this is art!”

Seokjin: He’s casually browsing your phone since his has just run out of battery, when suddenly, he swipes through your photos to find something that piques his interest. Jin fixates his stare on your screen as his expression turns to one of enthrallment. Your brows knit as you ask him, what are you looking at? He lifts his arm higher toward the ceiling, admiring the image in your phone’s gallery while you jump up and down, clawing at his wrist to get your cell back. The watercolours that stained the thick, textured paper painted a portrait of one handsome Kim Seokjin. You’ve been quiet about your current side project this whole time, which makes him wonder why you feel the need to shy your talents away from the public eye; he thinks what you’ve created is absolutely beautiful and worthy of praise.

“I can’t believe you drew me so well! I guess it helps to have such a good-looking subject, huh?”

Taehyung: When Tae stumbles across your drawing of him, he becomes absolutely flattered. This inflates his ego, especially since it’s a notable piece of work. He would constantly badger you about it - why did you choose me? Is it because I’m the handsomest member? Taehyung would start to act mockingly cute to further tease you and your supposed ‘obsession’ with him. If he doesn’t already think that you have a crush on him, he would now - not that he would mind it. He’s always thought of your strong interest in the arts as something very agreeable. He places his hands on his cheeks, flamboyantly exhibiting his features. ‘Wanna do another one of me?’ - a disgusted moan is heard from Min Yoongi before he abruptly slaps the boy who’s taunting you, across his face.

“I was just kidding! Well, not really. You can draw me as much as you like, just make sure you show it to me next time, okay?”

Namjoon: Namjoon would rest his revering gaze on you as he covertly watches you draw, standing behind your seat wordlessly. You’ve painted an impressive, well-proportioned sketch in his likeness. He knows the artist in you always thinks of yourself as your own worst critic, but he could see no fault in your craft. He would watch not only the varied gestures in your hands, but the gentle, patient expression on your face as you remain quiet - he is enjoying every second of your impassioned focus - he’s enjoying watching you. Namjoon ponders what might have possibly prompted you to draw him, of all the things you could have, around you. Either way, he’d feel pretty proud of you for finishing this, and appreciative that he’s the illustration of your choice. He smiles warmly before speaking up:

“Ah, you’re an awesome artist.  I don’t know how, but you’ve made me look even more handsome.”

Jimin: Jimin is about to make himself comfortable on your couch, when he spies an array of familiar photographs strewn across your desk - all pictures of him. He unearths an accurate charcoal depiction of him; the resemblance is uncanny. He is wholly and utterly embarrassed by this, but he can’t deny the fact that he’s also pretty amused by your efforts to have hidden this from him for so long. When he thinks of you sketching away at his portrait; the characteristics of his face being so thoroughly canvassed by you, it makes his cheeks flush red. You’ve always told him you were working on something ‘beautiful’ - a word he’s always used to summarize you in his mind - to realize you’d been referring to him all along, makes a sheepish grin appear on his lips. When you come home, all he can muster is a meek:

“This is amazing - but did you really have to use this many references of me?”

Yoongi: ‘Why can’t I look at what you’re working on?’ You try to repel Yoongi’s attempts at snatching the sketchbook out of your hands. You warn him not to be an ass before you leave to relieve yourself in the bathroom, and of course, he takes this opportunity to pry while you’re gone. His nose scrunches as his lips grow wide while he takes in your artistry. Low-key wants to steal it so he can frame it up in his bedroom. He knows humility is an important trait to being a noble creator, but he definitely wants to urge you to put your work out more, especially because it’s good. Yoongi wants nothing more than to see you be successful in your dreams, even if that means giving you a little push. When you come back, he appears to have a little drawing of his own in his hands:

“If I trade you for an original Min Yoongi, would you let me have yours? I’ll only post it on every social media platform I have an account for.”

Jungkook: The maknae is astounded by the detailed crosshatching in the pencil strokes that brought the piece together - he wouldn’t be bothered by the fact that it was a picture of him. Jeon Jungkook would be attracted by the effortlessness of your natural abilities, and would want to get closer to you because of it. After witnessing this impeccable image, whenever he thinks of you, he does it with a newfound respect and wonderment for your being as a whole - he adores the talent you always seem to dismiss as a regularity. When you notice your sketchbook in his hands, the expression on your face turns to one of distress; it doesn’t help that it’s under the rest of Bangtan’s scrutiny, too. Jungkook tries to ease your concerns. He never wants you to feel like you’re being judged, even if he thinks that you’re pretty damn special for being able to do what you do.

“Sorry we took a peek - but I really love this! You’re really good at drawing. How come you’ve never shown us any of this? I think your artwork is seriously professional!”


Two requests in one! I hope you guys like it! <3

“Swimming” Carl Grimes x Reader

Word Count: 1,083

Carl Grimes x Reader

Summary: You and Carl come across a river while exploring and decide to go swimming.

Warnings: All the fluff

A/N: I kept this short and sweet, as I’m on vacation at the moment, but I was desperate to write something, This so cute and fluffy and ugh omg I want a guy like Carl


Originally posted by chandler-af


“Be careful, there’s a root up here that’s sticking out of the ground. I don’t want you to trip over it and get hurt.” Carl warns, holding your hand as he walks in front of you.

“Thanks.” You smile, thankful that he’s facing the other way and can’t see you blush.

You and Carl have been friends since you can remember. Your mothers were best friends before the outbreak, and once the outbreak began, you and your mother had joined the same group that Carl and Lori were in. You were friends before then, but after you two were forced to be together at all hours of the day at the camp, you became best friends. “Two peas in a pod,” Rick used to say about you two.

Now, the group had settled in Alexandria, and your friendship with Carl grew even more. You two were closer than ever, but you admit that your feelings were a bit more than platonic. You hadn’t ever seen him as anything other than a friend, but one day a while ago, it was like something clicked in your mind- Carl is hot.

You don’t know how Carl feels about you, especially with Enid being in the picture now as well. They were friends, and you knew that Carl thought she was cute. He had admitted to you one night while the two of you were sitting on the roof of your house, looking at the stars. It made you jealous, but you knew you didn’t have the right to feel jealous. Carl doesn’t even know how you feel about him, and you’re pretty sure he just thinks of you as a sister more than a potential girlfriend.

One thing that you and Carl always did was go exploring outside the gates of Alexandria. At first, Rick protested and wouldn’t let you two, but after some convincing he was alright with it. As long as you two brought your knives and guns. Which leads you to what you’re doing now- walking through the woods with Carl, hand in hand, no set destination.

“Hey, there’s some sort of river up here, want to check it out?” Carl asks you, pausing and turning around to face you.

“Why not?” You shrug your shoulders, and you look ahead. It was pretty calm, no currents, and it looked like it was pretty deep.

You two approach the water, and you stick your foot in it. It’s surprisingly not too cold; it’s actually pretty warm, and it feels nice.

“Carl, it’s really-“ You start to say, but you’re cut off by the feeling of him pushing you into the water. You fall into the river, water surrounding your body. When you swim up to the top, you see Carl laughing harder than you think he’d laughed in a long time.

“Carl!” You yell, trying to act mad, but you can’t hide the smile on your face.

“Man, you’re so clumsy, how’d you manage to fall into the river like that?” Carl smirks.

“Help me back up?” You ask sweetly. He reaches his hand down to help you, but you grab onto his arm and pull him into the river with you.

“I guess I deserved that.” He emerges from the water, his long hair clinging to his face.

“It’s like an hour walk back to Alexandria, and we’re now both soaking wet. Your dad is probably going to kill us.” You laugh, floating on your back in the river. You hadn’t gone swimming in years, and admittedly you were enjoying this. No walkers in sight, the water was warm, the sun was shining, and your best friend (and man of your dreams) was here with you. It was perfect.

“Eh, I don’t think my dad will care.” Carl swims over to you, flipping you over so you were facing him. “I don’t think two teenagers going swimming is the worst of his worries at the moment.”

“You’re probably right.” You say. You’re suddenly aware of how close the two of your bodies were- your chests were almost touching.

Carl goes to say something, but you cut him off by splashing water at him.

“Did you just- Oh, Y/N, you just started a war.” Carl sends an even bigger splash of water towards you. You laugh and try to swim away, but he swims after you. You look back, ready to splash him again, but you’re met with water hitting your face.

“Okay, truce, you win.” You giggle, rubbing your eyes to get the water out. Carl grabs you by your waist, and pulls you back into the position that you were in before you started the ‘war.’

“I’m having a lot of fun.” Carl admits, and moves a strand of wet hair out of your face. You can see him leaning in, and your hearts begins to race quickly.

His lips touch yours very softly and gently, only for a moment before he pulls away. There was no doubt that this was both of your guys’ first kiss, and neither of you knew what you were doing, but that was okay.

“What was that for?” You whisper, your foreheads still touching.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”

“I thought you liked Enid…”

“Trust me, I don’t. I like you.” Carl whispers, and he kisses you again, this time longer than the first.

You two stood there in the water, kissing, and you felt like nothing was could ever go wrong in the world ever again. He gave you the feeling that everything was going to be ok.

“We should get back.” Carl pulls away, trying to hold back his giant smile.

“Let’s just stay here for a while. We can face the consequences later.” You don’t have a care in the world right now, only Carl. You finally had what you wanted.

4cc 2017

Restlessly waiting for vids of the free skate at Four Continents, so… er, I’m just going to dump a bunch of things on the short programs.

Lol, I should be doing my paper what is this

Yuzuru Hanyu

I don’t really know what’s up, but he’s only so-so in the SP. Of course, I only say this because we know how great he is and this is really “so-so” by Yuzuru Hanyu standards. HE WAS SO GREAT AT THE GRAND PRIX OKAY, so people’s expectations are higher. The most glaring mistake was his failed 4S; my heart kind of broke a little then. Overall, I thought his energy during the SP was kind of low. BUT! The very best thing about Hanyu is that even when he is not on top of his game, he still lands on his feet. Even when the 4S turned into a double, he was able to do the combination. That was awesome. He will always be awesome even on his worst days.

Another thing I love about Hanyu is that he knows how well (or not well) he performs. You can see it on his face he was not happy with that SP. Lol, and his face when he saw his score! He is such a sweetheart. Yeah, the judges love him okay, this isn’t even the first time he got a higher than expected score. Everyone is biased towards Hanyu. We just want to see him keep skating. ♥

Shoma Uno

MY SON YOU JUST KEEP GETTING BETTER AND BETTER. Yay yay yay, a score at the 100’s! I was so happy AND HE OUTSCORED YUZURU HANYU. I swear to God, I was following the scores on Twitter because I was out on a Friday night while the short programs were on-going, but I didn’t care, I didn’t care that I was like three blocks away from the office and people I work with could see me, I literally SCREECHED when someone tweeted that Shoma Uno outscored Hanyu.

I have no idea who I am rooting for anymore. Why am I even so happy about this when I was just mourning Hanyu’s jump. I think I just root for everyone, lol. ♥

Also, I would just like to say that Shoma doesn’t always have the best music. Sometimes his choices baffle me. I did like this one, though. He just makes me really happy, and he is always so cute out there like a small ball of… cuteness on the ice. (Nope, I am not a skating critic by any stretch. I’m just a humble spectator who likes cute things.)

Nathan Chen

Okay, you know what, congratulations, USA. I actually am not rooting for anyone outside of my country… and okay, Japan (because my God, Hanyu is a beast at this sport), but Chen got me at that 4Lz. I can’t. The quads he’s throwing out and the number of them he has under his belt… and just! Lutzes are my favorite thing to watch okay, this is so unfair! *ugly crying*

Man, I am so reluctantly rooting for him now. He deserved his place at 1st. Good job, Nathan Chen. *happy clapping*

Phichit Michael Christian Martinez

My boy wasn’t able to do the 4L he was aiming for, but he did land all his jumps, so I am really, really proud of him! To be honest, we are really, really behind in the whole skating game. MC still does not have any quads (while his peers are throwing them out like vomit like wtf) in this generation where jumps determine the champs. Our boy is also at that age when his body seems to be getting the better of him; I think he will grow up bigger than what is ideal of a competitive skater. This means he will have to keep working really, really hard. Still, MC is our first and still only world-class figure skater in… ASEAN? So I just want to see him succeed in this so much.

And whatever, we may be behind, but MC still has the BEST BIELLMANN OKAY FIGHT ME

Lol, bonus trivia about our Phichit: actually, here in the Philippines, figure skating is not that big. Any sport outside of basketball (and maybe volleyball because of the university rivalries), really, is not that popular. When you mention MC’s name, most people go, “OMG THAT BOY HAS ABS NOW!” Honest to God, I just had this conversation at the office pantry yesterday:

Me: Do you know our skater?
Colleague: Michael Martinez? He has a great bod now! I saw it on Instagram.
Me: Yeah, I’m really proud of him. I think it’s because–
Colleague: –he has a girlfriend now?
Me: …no. No. I was going to say it’s because jumps take a lot out of an athlete and they have to be really strong for it, but nevermind, because it just sounds lame after what you just said, you gossip hag.

Yep. Yes, that is pretty much what most people think about and notice. (Also, yes. Social media and IG. Everyone here is Phichit.) People only care whenever he wins because we get to see him on the news. Figure skating is not popular at all, and actually if you go to our ice rinks at the mall you’ll find that 70% of the skaters are flailing and falling on their asses. Lol, this is so not our sport.

Still, I love this kid for the work that he does. I’m really proud of him. I noticed his body changed significantly since 2014; that must have been tough. He’s taller now and bulkier, and while it’s a sign of his hard work (and wins him more fans lol I laugh about this so much because I’m gay and I can’t ride that bandwagon), it must also be even more difficult now to get those quads. His lack of quads is really hurting his scores. I’m glad he has not lost his flexibility, which is what people notice most about him. I. Just. Want. To. See. Him. Succeed. At. This. God damn. Keep working hard, MC! You’ve got this! ♥

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Requested: Can you do an imagine where the girl has terrible social anxiety and everyone makes fun of her (like fans, classmates, etc.) and she just has a full blown panic attack and Shawn comforts her?

~TRIGGER WARNING~ (anxiety, panic attacks)

Your name: submit What is this?

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Why does y/n just ignore fans sometimes? She’s so rude.
Shawn’s always talking for y/n? Why doesn’t she just speak for herself?
He’s too good for her.
Has anyone actually heard y/n speak? She stutters, it’s disgusting.
She doesn’t deserve him.

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anonymous asked:

omg what abt ignis proposing to/marrying his s/o

This request is my everything, even though it’s been sitting around for a while. Thank you.

Happy birthday Iggy, you’re getting married *pops confetti*


The Proposal

  • You know this guy didn’t mess around for as long as Prompto did. Granted, he still had the ring for entirely too long, in his opinion, but he didn’t have it for months. He did all his planning ahead of time.
  • Okay. He had the ring for a week in advance. His s/o considers it impressive that he asked so quickly, but he thinks it’s about four days too many. Don’t listen to him. His s/o knows better.
  • The proposal is quiet for the sole reason that the other bros aren’t even sure if Ignis’ s/o is a real person. They have suspicions that Ignis is in a relationship, but they can confirm nothing, since Ignis never talks about it and they’ve never even met the fabled s/o. (Except they have, they just didn’t know that Ignis was in a relationship with them)
  • So yeah, the proposal
  • The two of them are at home. There’s soft music playing in the background, Ignis is cooking, his s/o is sitting at the island in the kitchen and reading a book aloud to him while handing him various utensils. It’s so domestic and Ignis can feel his heart swelling at the thought of the rest of his life being like this.
  • Ignis stowed the ring away in one of the cupboards earlier while his s/o was unaware. It’s in this plain little box, and it’s similar looking to the contents of the cupboard so it’s easily overlooked.
  • Well, yes, they’re cooking together. Ignis is beyond entertained by the different accents his s/o is using for each of the characters, and even though he’s lost interest in the contents of the book itself, their voice never ceases to hold his attention.
  • The food is done before long, and Ignis grabs some wine glasses and the box with the ring in it while his s/o is arranging the food and the table. 
  • Ignis is literally so excited, he’s internally bouncing in place, but he keeps his calm face on. He’s not nervous, okay, maybe a little, okay, maybe a lot. He’s really nervous and really excited.
  • His worst nightmare is that he stutters when proposing to his s/o.
  • So the two of them are eating dinner, right? And Ignis is holding a good enough conversation with them, until –
  • “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for some time now.”
  • At first his s/o is worried that they did something wrong. Ignis has this look on his face, and even though there’s adoration so clear in his eyes, there’s something else that puts them off. It’s intense determination. He reaches for their hand across the table and interlocks their fingers.
  • “The time that we’ve spent seeing each other has been the best time of my life. I wouldn’t trade this for anything. I value it – I value you, more than all of Eos. (Y/N), I’d like to spend the rest of my life with you, and so I ask–” He removes himself from his seat to kneel in front of his s/o and presents them the ring. “Will you marry me?”
  • His s/o can’t even vocalize an answer. They nod frantically and grab his face, pulling him up to kiss him. They can feel Ignis’ grin against their lips, and they’re grinning too. The kiss, and every one after that, is sweet and filled to the brim with the love they share for each other.

The Wedding

  • When Ignis announces that he’s getting married, Noctis and Prompto are shocked, but Gladio just grins. “That’s 500 gil you guys owe me.” Pfft, apparently they knew more than they let on. The other bros weren’t sure that the s/o existed, but if they did, then they were probably getting married to Ignis. Doubtless.
  • When they’re planning the wedding, Ignis and his s/o get into a deep discussion about the differences between eggshell and cream. They instead decide on grays and blacks with splashes of greens and blues. 
  • Their wedding looks like those cool edits where everything is in black and white except the flowers and the people, which are in color.
  • The wedding is mildly extravagant. There’s enough people for it to be a little crowded but nothing overwhelming. It’s the perfect size, really. 
  • Ignis is standing at the altar. Gladio is best man, but really so are Prompto and Noctis. They’re all best man. They’re equally best. But Gladio is standing the closest to Ignis.
  • Ignis isn’t wearing gloves, but he wishes he was because his palms are so sweaty and his hands won’t stop shaking. The gravity of this all hit him like a ton of bricks. He’s getting married. He’s dedicating the rest of his life to one person. Holy shit.
  • Gladio notices how nervous Ignis is and literally just claps a hand against his back and tells him to relax. Ignis sends him a withering look.
  • When Ignis sees his s/o walking down the aisle towards him… wow.
  • He’s not sure if his jaw is actually brushing against the ground or not. He takes this really sharp inhale of breath because he’s just taken back by how amazing they look. All the words in the world wouldn’t do the image of his s/o justice.
  • They’re both beaming at each other. The vows are said with such conviction that literally everyone at the ceremony is either grinning or “aww”-ing under their breath.
  • It’s time for the kiss. Ignis breaks out the biggest smile anyone’s ever seen on him and cups his s/o’s face with both hands, then leans in and kisses them – maybe a little bit too passionately for an audience, but he doesn’t even care. He’s so happy he’s got someone who he’s going to share the rest of his life with.
  • Ignis shoves the whole cake slice into his spouse’s face. Like, the whole slice. His s/o snatches the specs off his nose and then returns the favor. They kiss again, cake bits and icing falling into the embrace.
  • There’s almost no spot of the dance floor left untouched by the sweeping waltz that is Ignis and his s/o’s dance together. Everyone at the ceremony can confirm that the dance is the most graceful thing they’ve seen on the planet.
  • If you thought Prompto was bad about stealing kisses, watch out for Ignis. He’s the expert at sneaky kisses. Except he’s not actually being sneaky tonight, and he and his s/o are called out a couple of times by the bros for excessive PDA. Ignis just smirks at them. “My wedding,” he says simply, then kisses his s/o again.
Better View // Jeon Jungkook

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the prompt: Is it okay to request one? It’s a Jeon Jungkook one. The reader is looking out at the Han River taking pictures and Jungkook is passing by, but gets distracted by her beauty.

words: 1199

category: fluff featuring fond!jungkook

author note: this was so fun to write. It’s basically just one thousand words of jungkook falling in love so I hope you like it!

- destinee

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

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The Worst Foils

Tarvek to Gil’s face: Do us all a favor and keel over, Wulfenbach.
Tarvek when Gil is nowhere nearby: *calls him by his nickname, expresses unshakable faith in his durability and morals*
Gil when Tarvek is nowhere nearby: That bastard, who cares?
Gil to Tarvek’s face: *wrapping Tarvek in a clingy octopus hug* Can we stay like this forever.

Get it off me

Summary: You’re friends with David Dobrik and a youtuber yourself. He knows you like Tom like the rest of your friends so he gets in touch with him and plays a prank on you.

“Y/n lie down” David says with a smile on his face as I enter his apartment. Immediately I give him a confused look to why.

“No thanks imma sit on the couch” I drop onto the couch next to Don who was smoking pot as normal. I would of thought he died by now but he didn’t.

“No trust me you’ll be fine I promise it’s a surprise” I immediately knew not to do it because of the pranks he had been playing on other people lately. Luckily I wasn’t going to fall for it, I hope.

“David I’m not doing it”

“Please Y/n I’ll give you $30” he pleads and I make the offer go higher to about 50. Whatever the surprise was it better be worth $50 because Don was so mad I got the money. Most of the time he gave it to me as click bait but he actually physically gave it to me.

I lie down on the hard floor with a nervous knot in my stomach. If he killed me I would haunt him for the rest of his life. It wasn’t long till David covered my eyes with a piece of clothing so I couldn’t see what the surprise was and got his camera out.

“Okay just keep calm and don’t freak out” I heard a couple snickers in the background but I’m guessing that was from Jason and Josh. It was surprising how well they got on behind the camera. After a couple minutes of waiting and cursing at David I felt a massive weight on my leg.

“OH MY GOD!! DAVID GET IT OFF ME!” I screamed as I couldn’t move my feet. Whatever it was it was really heavy and I didn’t like it at all. Fear ran through my body and came out of my mouth.

“I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I WILL DESTROY EVERYTHING YOU LOVE!”
I frantically wave my hands around trying to get a feel of what was on me. It was bigger than expected and I felt even more scared as it grabbed my hands.

“DAVID!! DAVID WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?” I screamed as everyone laughed at me.

“You can take your blindfold off now” an unfamiliar voice laughed. The voice was unfamiliar but deep down I knew who it was. It was a voice I really liked to here and couldn’t believe to hear in real life.

“That’s hard since my hands are being held” with that said I’m guessing Liza took it off for me. My eyes were still shut because I didn’t want to open them.

“Y/n you can open you eyes now” Liza said before laughing herself. I don’t know how anyone found this funny.

“I’m not going to because I swear there is a male whore above me”

“I am many things but a male whore is not one of them” the accent came out quite think but I understand stood every word he said. I open my eyes slowly and one at a time. My heart started beating faster as I saw the face I only dreamed of seeing.

“THOMAS STANLEY FUCKING HOLLAND” I screamed a little loudly. He was amused at my fangirlingness and plastered a smile on his face.

“Wow you look hot in real life” Tom smiles and I felt my cheeks gain a little colour.

“How- David?”

“I thought this would freak you out a lot” I then realised that he recorded the whole thing and he was going to use it in the volg.

“1. I am by the fact that there is a guy sitting on my lap 2. The guy is Tom Holland” I almost practically scream from happiness. I couldn’t stop smiling but I was still confused to why he was sitting on me.

“Awe you’re cute”

“Thanks but you’re kind of on top of me and I’d really like to punch David” he laughed lightly and it sounded like heaven.

“Sure” Tom got up off the floor before helping me up too. If I knew this was going to happen I would of put a lot more effort into my looks seeing as I was wearing a flannel and ripped skinny jeans.

“David I actually hate you” I glare at the boy who still had his camera on. Everyone else was just shocked that David got hold of Spider-Man for me, to be fair we were shocked he did something so nice for me seeing as he always did the worst pranks on me.

“Say that to me after this” David had a smirk on his face and I started getting scared again. A pair of hands grab onto my waist and turn me to face them before they attach their lips onto mine. At first I stood completely still because I couldn’t believe this happened to me but then I slowly got into it. There were a lot of cheering as we pulled away from each other.

“Okay how much did David pay you to do that?” I ask perplexed.

“Um nothing actually I just really wanted to kiss you”

“No this is a dream, my celebrity crush wouldn’t just waltz into my friends apartment and kiss me-”

“Wanna go out for dinner sometime?” The British boy asks out of no where. I blink whilst his dreamy brown eyes locked onto mine making me realise this was real.

“Definitely” I nod seeing a smile tug at the corners of his mouth. This was probably the best day of my life.

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Imagine Bucky kicks your ex’s ass:

Tonight was your movie night. You were in Bucky’s embrace and attempted to focus on screen. It was not easy because Bucky’s cuddling style took you out of guard every time. You giggled, “You are missing movie” He slightly caressed your hair “I found more interesting thing we can do instead” his hands trail down to your belly when loud knock in your door surprised you. “I thought we didn’t expect anyone today” he raised his eyebrows in a little irritation. “So did I. Maybe it is Steve came” you assumed. He headed to the door and opened it “Perfect timing, pal” Bucky grumbled but suddenly he realized it was not Steve.

There was stranger who looked at him intently and your heart dropped when you heard his voice “I am looking for Y/N. Is she here?” he asked arrogantly. Bucky frowned and crossed his arms “Who are you?”   You appeared behind Bucky and said, “It is okay, Buck. I can deal with it. What do you need?” He cheekily grinned, “Y/N, it is nice to see you again. Why are you so rude, baby? Can’t I just miss you and wanted to see you?” Bucky stepped forward but you stopped him and answered, “Just leave, ok?  We were done long time ago. Stop making scene here” Your ex licked his lips and muttered, “Well, you didn’t say it when you were under me” It was his mistake.

Before he couldn’t register what happened Bucky’s fist ended up on his jaw. “Listen; get the hell off from here. If I ever saw you again, I would make sure you would lose ability to walk for long time. Understood?” Bucky caught him by shirtfront, deployed and kicked his ass. Your ex was scared and run like devil from holy water. Bucky was satisfied but when he saw you, his face expression changed.

You walked to the sofa and stared into space. “Baby? Is there something you want tell about?” he kneeled in front of you and cupped your face in his hands. Tears rolled down your face and Bucky got worried “It is okay. I am here. He can’t harm you. I got you” you hugged him and buried your face in his chest. “There is. He was my first love. You know, the boy that mom tells stay away from. I was sure I could change him to the best way, but God, how wrong I was! The worst part of it is that I was so in love and blindly accepted everything he did. Then he started to blame me in things I did not do. Moreover, I believed. I argued with my family with my friends.  Nevertheless, it did not stop ruining our destroyed relationship. At some point, I realized that it could not continue like this. To my shame, I ran away from him and I didn’t know how he found me” You smiled bitterly. Bucky caressed your cheek Красавица, *beautiful* you shouldn’t blame yourself for falling in love. All of us made mistakes and learnt something from it. Just know I always be here for you. Whatever happens,ok?” You smiled softly to him and suggested “Thanks. Let’s watch movie, don’t we?” He kissed you in forehead “Let’s watch”

mylittledarlin  asked:

Hi! I don't know if you're taking prompts right now but how about a more romantic, confess-making end for the conversation in 4x06 between Bellarke? Thank you!


I’m basically always taking prompts, so long as you’re okay that sometimes I sit on them for awhile before filling them!


“Clarke, if I don’t see you again,” Bellamy starts, and Clarke cuts him off.  She knows that look on his face— she’d made it herself more than once.  It’s a face for goodbyes, for last words that you’re desperate to say because the worst has come to pass.  It’s a face she’s not ready to see, not on him.  They’ll beat this; she’s sure of it.

“You will,” she says, gentle and firm at once.  There’s more she wants to say but it’s stuck in her throat, because I’ll come back to you sounds like a promise she can’t quite make.  She has hope, not certainty; if he says goodbye to her now it’s one less pillar of hope to hold her up and she’s already wobbling as it is.

A spasm crosses his face and he watches her, deliberating.  “But if I don’t,” he continues, and she relents.  “I need you to know…how I feel.”

“I know,” she says, because she does.  It happened so slowly she couldn’t put her finger on when, but she knows that he loves her just as much as she loves him.  They don’t need to say it, she’d thought, but maybe he does.

Bellamy shakes his head.  “You don’t,” he says, and the resignation in his voice cuts deep.  He reaches out and touches her cheek, a soft brush of fingers that sends her back to the only other time he’d touched her like that.  He’d appeared out of the gloom like a dream and she wasn’t sure he was real until he touched her, sending relief flooding through her veins.  His hand drops, curled into a fist.  His eyes are so dark they’re almost black, glossed with something like tears.  “I love you,” he rasps.  “And I know it’s not— I know it’s not the same for you.  I just…needed you to know.  In case.”  

He blinks and a tear tracks down his cheek.  Clarke doesn’t think, just reaches out and brushes it away with her thumb.  He sighs, a deep, shuddering thing, and presses his forehead to hers.  “I love you too,” she whispers.  She’d said it before for herself but now she says it for him, even though it’s not the end.  She won’t let it be.

Behind them, Roan hops down from the rover and they tear themselves apart, because this isn’t their time.  

Not yet.

To Love And To Cherish ( Thomas Jefferson x Reader )

(Write-A-Thon!)

Summary: (Y/N) is walking down the aisle, as she remembers her favourite memories with Thomas.

Au: modern

Warnings: A few curse words, macaroni cheese ( if that’s even a warning? ), slight angst near the end

Word count: 1,387

a/n: It’s day 6? Of @hamwriters Write-A-Thonnnn! It’s nearly over, damn that was quick., I’m a quite late on posting. The prompt for day 6 was to write for someone you’ve never written for before. I actually wanted to write for Daveed, but I sort of already write for him in my ‘A Lovely Situation’ series. So, enjoy this Thomas Jefferson fic. :)

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You just couldn’t believe it. After 4 years of dating, you were about to be married to Thomas Jefferson. Your best friend. Your soulmate. Your other half. The love of your life. You remembered the first time you met him.

Your teacher was pairing everybody up for a project.

“Hamilton and Laurens, Lafayette and Mulligan and lastly, (Y/L/N) and Jefferson.

There was a lot of muttering as everyone that had been paired up walked over to each other. You were about to get up and go over to Thomas Jefferson but before you knew it, he had already made his way to you.

"Hey. I’m Thomas. Thomas Jefferson.” He said as he raised out his hand to shake yours. You shook his hand and started to blush.

“(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

It was the best moment of your life. If your teacher had never pair you both together, you wouldn’t be here, walking down the aisle. You remembered the first time he asked you out.

“I just think it’s overrated!” Your roommate Alex shouted.

You were a college student studying for your exams that were very close and determined your life. 'You were’ is the key phrase. Now, you were having a silly feud with Alex about macaroni cheese. He started it as he pointed out that macaroni cheese tastes horrible.

“What! It’s underrated! It’s macaroni! It’s cheese!” You snapped back.

“It’s bullshit!” He told you. “Hey, have you seen my scarf? I’m late for a date with John.”

You picked up his green and black scarf that was laying on your bed and handed it to him before shouting “Macaroni Cheese is the BEST!” You didn’t really care that the door to your dorm was open. Oh well.

That was until a tall man appeared at the entrance of your room. Shit. You knew who this was. Curly hair that bounced his shoulders, a distinctive handsome face and his favourite magenta sweater. It was Thomas Jefferson. You had likes him as soon as you laid eyes on him. He was extremely clever and was in all of your classes. Thomas would normally sit behind you, and whenever you gazed back, you found him already looking at you.

“Eugh. Alexander Hamilton. Is it you that said you don’t like-oh hello.” Thomas turned to you with a sheepish smile on his face as his hands started to rub his neck, which you noticed was a huge habit of his.

“Hey.” You said quietly with a smile on your face.

“Okay. This is. Weird. I’m gonna go meet John. Have fun with the worst person on earth (Y/N)!” Alex ran out of the room to avoid getting a comeback from Thomas.

But Thomas wasn’t thinking about anything like that. He was thinking about how cute you looked in your comfortable F/C sweater and black leggings, with your hair loose, flowing around your shoulders.

“So….You like macaroni cheese?” Thomas asked.

“Yeah I love it! I just think that it’s insane that Alex doesn’t.” You replied as your hands fidgeted nervously.

“Well then, how bout you and me go eat some macaroni cheese at my favourite restaurant?” He said with a cocky smile.

“Very forward, Thomas, but I’m in. Just wait a sec.” You went into the bathroom looking for something to wear.

“Good. Oh you don’t need something else to wear. You already look cute.” he called out, as if he knew what you were doing.

What? Did. Did Thomas just call me cute? You thought. You went out of the bathroom smiling as he took your hand in his. Your grin widened at the small gesture. Although you thought he was quite forward, you liked it, as it was about time. You felt like it would be forever till Thomas asked you out.

You remembered the lazy nights in his college dorm, watching movies, eating popcorn and cuddling in his bed. There was one of those lazy nights you remembered in particular.

“You comfortable baby?” Thomas whispered as his grip around you tightened. You nodded and kissed his cheek gently.

You were both on his bed cuddling whilst watching a Disney movie marathon. It was one of your favourite things to do with Thomas, and eating macaroni cheese was the other favourite thing to do.

“Hey baby.” He sat up slowly. His eyebrows were furrowed. You could tell that he had been doing some thinking.

“Yes?” You replied as a confused look struck your face.

“Af-After we graduate. I..” He stopped mid sentence, rubbing his neck.

You pulled his arms down and held his hands tightly.

“You can tell me anything. I love you.” You told him.

A warm smile appeared on his face as he continued to speak. “I was thinking if we should. You know. Get an apartment together.”

You were speechless.

“I love you. And whenever I think of my future, I always see you in it. I don’t want you to go any where. Live with me.”

His speech brought tears of happiness to your eyes as he held you in a tight embrace.

After graduation, you and Thomas ended up moving to Virginia and settling down in your new apartment. He started working as a lawyer and you worked as a teacher in an elementary school.

Thomas loved taking care of you when you were sick or hurt. Spending time with you was the thing he loved to do most. So he decided to pop the question. That was one of the best memories.

You were in a fancy restaurant, you were wearing a long silver dress with a slit on the side, along with a pair of silver heels. Thomas on the other hand was wearing a magenta tuxedo. God. He looked so good in magenta. You admitted it was a silly colour yes, but no body can pull it of like Thomas. He loosened his tie a bit.

“What’s wrong? You do that when your nervous.” You asked him.

“Look behind you.” He replied.

You looked behind you. To your surprise there was nothing interesting there. Thomas had just tricked you. You turned your head back and realised the music stopped. Everyone in the restaurant stopped talking. Thomas was knelt down in front of you. Holding an open velvet box with a beautiful diamond ring on it.

You covered your mouth with your hands in shock as he started speaking.

“(Y/N). I love you. I truly do. Words can not describe how much I love you. It’s impossible. And I love you too much that it would be a crime if I didn’t do this right now. You have made me a better person, in fact, you continue to make me a better person. You make me feel complete. You make me feel that nothing in the world matters, because you’re here. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) will you make me the happiest man alive by marrying me?”

You squealed and pulled him up, cupped your hands on his face and kissed him. After a moment, you separated from him.

“A million times. YES!”

Sure, there were some bumps on the road.

It was your 3 years anniversary and you had prepared a lovely meal for you and Thomas. But the problem was that he didn’t bother showing up. You waited there for a few hours. Not daring to touch the food. Eventually, you sighed and put it all in the fridge before making your way to the bedroom.

You lied down as your heard the front door open. After a while, Thomas snuck into the bed and wrapped his arms around you. You flinched and pulled away from him.

“Baby? (Y/N) what’s wrong?” He asked.

“It’s our 3 years anniversary today. You didn’t come home and eat the meal I spent all day making.” You said in a monotone voice.

“What? Oh my god. I’m so sorry! I forgot. Shit. Baby. I’m so sorry what can I do for you to forgive me?”

“Sleep on the couch.” You said before closing your eyes and going to sleep.

But those bumps is what led you to this aisle. In the middle of your friends and family. Your dad walking you down this very aisle that will lead you to happiness and love, forever.