his incredibly kind


More character designs for Ralis’ story~ Nightmare and Dream. 

(Maybe I’ll give them actual names at some point, I’m still deciding how names work in this universe…)


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ok so i wast just doodlin jeonghan and then short hair happened and then my heart exploded

Scars and Healing Kisses (Polyhamilsquad x reader)

A/N: Hello Lovely Wonderful People!! Here’s another request! I really liked the way this one came out and I hope you all enjoy it! To the Anon who requested this, I hope this okay for you, if not please let me know, and I’ll do a rewrite! I hope you’re all having a great day/night!

Request: Hamilsquad x reader, reader is sexually harassed/abused by someone, the boys think they have been acting weird lately, they assume reader was planning breakup/ cheating on them All yell and get mad at reader only to later find out the truth, heavy angst with w/ comfort, fairly happy ending, thank youu :3



TW: sexual harassment, unwanted touching, some curse words




You had been with your boys for two years now, and living together felt so natural that the transition wasn’t difficult at all, and you loved waking up with them everyday. You had only moved in six months ago, but it felt like you had been there for years already. You were in your last year of college, and it felt like it was years ago that you were in your second year and had met Laf.



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It’s Actually You (Part 2)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Words: 2129

Warnings: insults to the reader, if this can trigger something please don’t read it

Request: You know that bit in CACW, where Bucky and Sam are in the car, and Steve kisses Sharon? Could you write something where the reader is in the car too, and whilst Steve is chatting to Sharon outside, the reader is chatting to Bucky and Sam, and they’re both saying she should tell Steve how she feels. And the reader is getting nervous, but she’s really happy, and feels so excited to tell him. But then she sees him kiss Sharon, and her whole world crumbles? With loads of angst, and Sharon being a b*tch to the reader. One part where possibly a party, or event happens, and Sharon and the reader happen to cross paths in the bathroom, and Sharon totally ruins the reader? Points out all her flaws, including her weight, and her legs. Don’t know why I’m asking for this. But I’m hormonal, and I feel like hardcore heartbreak. Fluff at the end, or no fluff, don’t mind. If you like, maybe a series? Thanks darling;) - for anon

A/N: guys!! I’m SO happy that you liked the first part!! This one is longer and I like it more than the other. I’m kind of proud of this one so I hope you like it

Originally posted by urmychilicheesecake

“I said I’m fine,” you said for the millionth time. You were tired of Bucky and Sam bugging you about Steve. It’s not that you were actually fine, it was that you had more pressing matters than this.

“We wanted to check,” Bucky explained. He was worried about you. He was confused as to why Steve had kissed that agent. Bucky had seen how Steve looked at you. Even after so long, Steve was still his best friend and he knew the Captain like the palm of his hand. “That’s all, doll.”

“You know how much we care for you, y/n,” Sam added, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“And I thank you for your concern, but right now we need to prepare our mission not our feelings,” you said smiling at them. You really were thankful. You grabbed one arm of each of the ginormous men and led them to the room where Steve was breaking his brain trying to figure out a tangible and doable plan. It was harder than it seemed.

So much dangers. Your faces where all over the news. You were criminals, for god’s sake. He was planning an undercover mission for the team to gather information about this Zemo guy you found out was messing with Bucky’s head.

“Hey, Stevie,” you greeted with a smile. You brought the men to face him and help plan your mission.

“Hey, y/n. I need your help here, you’re much better at this spy stuff than me,” Steve said. He placed a hand on your back and guided you through all the papers stuck on the wall.

They were people, places and events, product of hours of work and investigation without stopping. Steve explained how he found out Zemo was meeting a source in a private party in Germany. He’d be vulnerable, unaware and unprepared for an intrusion. It was perfect. All you had to do was gather enough information about him.

The only problem was you had to find people who you looked alike to be unnoticed by the guards and guests. It was going to require expensive clothes, tons of make-up and new shoes. This wasn’t a simple mission you happened to be sent to. This was Bucky’s life you were fighting for and, even if you’d known him for only a few weeks, you’d do anything for the man.

After hours of work and too much coffee for it to be healthy, you were ready.

“The party’s being hosted by Herman Scheider, a German business man. Incredibly rich and powerful,” you began explaining. You had a file about the man in your hand. It was only the information you could gather from internet and a few hacked government websites, but it was better than nothing. “He’s suspected of running an illegal business as almost all the guests of this party.”

“Bucky, you’ll have to stay here,” Steve announced sighting sadly. “We’re sorry, but too many people have seen your face in the news. It’s not safe for you to be out there.” He was looking at his best friend with worried eyes.

Bucky nodded shortly. He understood why this was the right call.

“However, Bucky, you’ll be our eyes and ears,” you got near him, “we’ll be planting micro cameras, courtesy of Sharon, during our stay and you’ll monitor them from here.”

Bucky smiled briefly. He didn’t feel useless anymore, he could actually help someone after all these years destroying people. You knew this meant a lot to Bucky, so you have insisted Steve to let him help.

“Sam, you’ll be Falk Holbein. He’s Austrian, rich, owns a few yachts, and his business is incredibly illegal,” you stated. “Holbein has friends up high in the government so play it cool if they come talking to you about politics.”

“Copy that, y/n.” Sam replied, taking the file you were handing him and studying it more carefully.

“Together with Sharon we’re gonna be Albert and Daeva Kügler, a rich married German couple. They’re suspected of running a drug cartel associated with Holbein,” the Captain proceeded with the explanation of the plan.

You weren’t a hundred percent supportive of Sharon tagging along, but you had to agree nonetheless. The team needed all the help available and she was probably the only one in the agency to support you all. You knew Sam and Bucky would look at you with sympathetic gazes, so you ignored them and began searching for the Küglers’ file.

“Y/n’ll come with us, right?” you heard Sam ask.

“Yes, she will. She’ll be Jenell Schmit, another ridiculously rich woman that has some illegal business going around in Germany with a base in Berlin,” Steve replied. He handed you your file, which you began rereading.

Sharon had appeared an hour later. You were getting ready at that moment, so Steve explained how the mission should go by himself. Not that either of them minded. While they were chatting, you prepared yourself.

Red lips, black smokey eyes, striking eyeliner. Everything was going smoothly with the process. After you finished, you went to your ‘room’ to get changed. As you entered, a long delicate burgundy dress stared at you from its hang. It was so beautiful and so eager to be used. 

However, your admiring time was over when you heard hard knocks on the door and Steve’s voice saying: “Y/n, are you ready? We need to leave now.”

“Almost!” you answered. You got dressed rapidly and put on a pair of black heels in only 3 minutes. You stared at yourself at the small mirror hanging from the wall and when you decided you were happy with your appearance, you opened the door.

Everyone was waiting for you outside your 'room’. Bucky, Sam, and specially Steve were looking at you in awe. You looked incredibly beautiful and all three men were well aware. Sharon, on the other hand, looked… jealous? No, that couldn’t be. But it was. She was beautiful too, but there was no match for you in the men’s eyes, which she knew. You had to say, both soldiers were looking good in their black tuxedos.

“Lookin’ good, doll,” Bucky said smirking flirtishly.

“Why, thank you, Barns,” you answered in a fake posh voice.

“May I accompany you to the door, m'lady,” Sam asked offering his arm.

“That is incredibly kind of you, sir,” you answered. When you couldn’t contain the laughter anymore, the four of you exploded in laughter. Sharon, of course, was too busy envying your friendship with the soldiers.

“S-seriously, though, you look great, y/n,” Steve complimented.

“Thanks, Steve. You’re not bad yourself.”

“And what about me? I’m stunning?” Sam joked.

Between laughs, you answered. “You’re absolutely stunning, Sam.“

This mission was going better than you expected and it hadn’t even started yet. Surely, things could get complicated later, but you’d burn that bridge when you got there. When you got to Scheider’s mansion, all four of you were ready. You pretended you didn’t know you knew each other and passed through the front doors with nervously.

"I’ve got eyes on Scheider,” you heard Sam’s voice in the communicator in your ear after walking around for ten minutes trying to find any familiar face. “I’ll plant a camera near him, someone cover me.”

“I’ll go,” you answered.

You went to the living room and walked towards the man. He looked expensive. You needn’t get too close, as the man approached you himself with an easy smile.

“Hey, there, pretty,” Scheider said with a heavy German accent.

“Hi, you’re Mr. Scheider, right?” you faked confusion.

“In the flesh,” he answered grinning. “And call me Herman, please.” Scheider winked at you.

“Oh, my friend’s been talking my ear off about you,” you joked. Scheider laughed, but didn’t interrupt you, so you kept talking. “I don’t think she was wrong about you at all,” you added seductively.

“Good things, I hope,” he answered with the same flirtish tone as yours.

“All good things, Herman.”

“Nice, y/n,” you heard Bucky’s voice in your ear. You could even hear his smirk.

Right after this, Sam announced he had finished placing the micro camera.

“Would you mind getting me a drink?” you asked at the man in front of you.

“Wouldn’t mind at all. When I get back, I’ll want to hear your name, beautiful,” he answered and faded into crowd.

You took this chance to go and look for Zemo. It was hard between all this people. Some came to talk to you about business opportunities, which you accepted kindly.

“I have visual on Zemo,” you said suddenly recognizing his face.

“Hold on, y/n,” Steve said through your communicators. “Where is he?”

“In the living room, surrounded by… escorts,” you answered with a disgusted grimace. “Sam will fit better there. He’s alone so he can bend easily and start a conversation with the bastard.”

“Good idea, y/n,” Steve answered. “Sam, you heard that?”

“Sounds like a plan, guys,” Sam answered. “Y/n, place a micro camera near him when I get there. I want all of this recorded.”

“Copy that.”

You saw Sam come into the room. He blended quite easily and began chatting with Zemo. You looked for a place to put the micro camera and hid it when you found the right one. As you turned around, you heard a familiar voice talking.

“I thought I’d lost you,” Scheider appeared from the blurry crowd with an expensive smile and two martinis.

“My fault. Some people offered me a business deal I couldn’t decline,” you lied accepting the drink he was giving you. “When I came back you weren’t there.”

“I understand that. When business calls, there’s no way of saying no,” Scheider answered, his German accent emphasized in every ‘r’.

You continued talking about business sitting on the bar. The amount of information he was giving you was enormous and you couldn’t feel more motivated. The mission was going smoothly. Besides, the man had his charisma so the conversation wasn’t dull.

“I need to go to the bathroom, Harem,” you said standing up.

The man placed a hand on your waist softly and lowered his head to whisper in your ear. “We’ll finish this, beautiful.”

You stepped back and smirked flirtishly at him.


You turned around and headed to the bathroom. It was elegant and isolated from the loud music and the crowd full of possible criminals. You looked at yourself in the mirror and touched up your make-up. You heard a toilet flush and when you turned around, you saw none other than Sharon.

“Hi,” you said nicely. You decided to give her a chance. If she was going to stick with you often, you should at least fake being nice.

She glared back. You shrugged it off and continued with what you were doing.

“You know what, y/n?” Sharon faced you with a raged expression. “You aren’t nearly as perfect as you think you are. You think everyone likes you? Guess what? You’re wrong.”

Your eyes widened in response of the abrupt insults flowing off her tongue. What was going on? “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You think you’re so pretty in that dress, but it’s not even close. Look at you. Your legs, your waist, that’s no way of wearing such a dress, y/n. And your make-up? Did you smudge it all on purpose? You’re pathetic, really,” Sharon kept on going about your flaws but you weren’t paying attention anymore.

Your breathing started getting more and more difficult and tears were forming up on the edge of your eyes, but your anger was stronger. “Why would you be so mean to me? I get it, I’m your competition or something you invented, right? If this is because of Steve, then you should know he likes you, not me,” you said angrily. He shouldn’t, but he did, you thought.

“You’re so pathetic. I knew there was a reason for Steve not to like you back,” she said stepping menacingly towards you. “You aren’t strong enough to be a part of this team. You aren’t good enough. You’re worthless, y/n.”

That was the last drop. A single tear ran down your cheek and taking it as your queue, you left. You went straight to a small deck in the back of the house. It was deserted, so no one would bother you.

Were you really all those things?

Why did Sharon begin insulting you out of the blue?

Were you really worthless?

All these questions and many more popped in your head. Your mind was running a million miles an hour. Your questions and doubts were interrupted by someone. Steve. He had seen you go there in a hurry and now, he looked at you with a concerned expression.

“Y/n? What happened?”

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You Look Cute In My Shirt

Summary/Prompt: “I may have slept in your shirt while you were gone.”
Word Count: 1730 words
Warnings: slight smut (but yeah not really), 
Pairings: Tyler Seguin x Reader

Authors Note: So the other one I posted yesterday was  huge hit and so I though why not post another one. I have a part 2 for this already written so if I get enough feedback on this one, I’ll post the second part.

Originally posted by clarkethesharkmacarthur

The house on nights like tonight were extremely boring and lonely. A cold breeze shot past me, sending shivers down my spine. Lately the house had been extremely cold and it obviously didn’t help that I walked around it in just a t-shirt and underwear. That is unless I had been accompanied by Tyler , then I would be forced to put on more layers. And I’m not saying I liked that.

As of right now, Tyler and the team where a 5 hour plane ride away from Dallas, currently finishing up a road trip. Tyler had crept into my room sometime last week during the earlier hours and had let me know that him and the team were leaving for the week, and that they would be back no later than lunch on Thursday, which was tomorrow.

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i love how much amazing art of loki is going around, makin him look like a stud or somethin, but have u considered, silly “ill do anything to make someone laugh” loki

Headcanons: How Sandor Clegane acts around his crush

Request:  “could you do a headcanon for how Sandor would feel and act if he had a crush on the reader?”
Author’s Note: Thank you for requesting <3 this is me rn:

• Let me start this with: he is abrasive as hell, even a bit more than usual.

• This man is not processing his emotions properly, he never learnt how.

• He will almost try to avoid you. But he wants to protect you so??

• He will never let you come into harms way. Ever.

• He will never meet your eyes while talking to you

• On the topic off talking, he will give short answers and only speak when spoken too at first. Also expect cursing. He has even less of a filter in this state.

• What is this state, you ask? This boy is  F L U S T E R E D 

• You are like a deity in his eyes. Your kindness? Incredible. Your smile? Amazing. Your kind touches? hELP HIM!! 

• He cannot deal with someone as wonderful as you being so nice to a ‘monster’ like him

• After a while of bottling this up, there will be something of an argument between you two and he will blurt out his feelings.

• After that things move at a classic GRRM Glacial pace towards a happy ending for you both. haha! Slow burn for yooooou

A difference between like and love

You and Harry are best friends stuck in the uncomfortable transition between being friends and becoming lovers. 
This One Shot is a little longer than my previous ones. I apologize but I couldn’t help myself. 
I hope you still take the time to read it and that you enjoy it. :) 

Warning: Tiny bit mature 

Picture is not mine.

“You’ll call the second you feel like you need one of us, yeah?” Louis instructed me and rubbed my back soothingly while Niall squeezed me tight in an embrace. I nodded and smiled at him over Niall’s shoulder.

“Will do. I already promised to Liam.”

Niall lessened his grip on me and stepped back. I pushed some loose strands of hair out of my face and let my eyes shift from the three of them to the rest of the bar. The bar filled with a crowd of people sipping on their drinks and humming along to the music playing in the background, enjoying their friday night.

“Where’s Harry?” I asked, “I haven’t said goodbye to him yet.”

“I think he went to get us another round of drinks,” Liam informed me, pointing to the counter on the other side of the room. “I’m sure he’ll come with you should you need him.”

I quickly shook my head. Spending time with him on my own was not an option, given the situation we were in.  And knowing how excited he had been to spend time with his friends, it seemed unfair and selfish to demand him to abandon them.  

“I’ll go say goodbye to him now and then leave. Thank you guys for understanding.”

I turned around and began to fight my way through the drinking people. I decided to just quickly inform him would be the best, as it was hard to hide from him. Finding him, however wasn’t difficult. He was stood at the bar, conversing with a man I had never seen before, obviously having a great time. When I softly touched his shoulder and he turned to face me, a big smile appeared on his beautiful face.

Harry and I were always all over each other the moment we were reunited. We held hands, linked arms and hugged tighter than we did anyone else. He made me feel incredibly comfortable and happy whenever I was with him.

He always swore that it was mutual but I had always found that hard to believe.
Harry had snatched my heart in an instant and not not given it back since, while all I had taken was the position by his side as his best friend.
That was until a couple a weeks ago when after he had downed a few drinks, he confessed that he liked me. I was thrilled. At first.
We had kissed an entire night before we had agreed to take our time and to not jump right into a relationship. The proposal had come more from him since I was sure that all I wanted was to be with him, to hell with all the doubts cruising though my head. It was Harry. I would’ve risked anything.

Though soon I realized something that had made me almost reluctant to agree to a relationship. It even made me avoid him for the past few days.
Harry liked me, but I was in love with him. For him, this wasn’t something particularly serious while I had waited for this for years. It meant everything.
It wasn’t just his looks, it was his incredibly kind and big heart and his beautiful, intelligent mind. We had spent many nights with me clinging to every word tumbling from his pretty lips because I loved being the one he entrusted with his most sacred thoughts.

“Hey, babe!” Harry called, waving me over to sit next to him on the bar stool. His torso was adorning a rather tight fitting black shirt that emphasized his handsome body. The short hair was styled up so his forehead was free from any strands and it allowed his green orbs to sparkle at me.
“Can I get you something?” he offered, reaching out to casually place his warm hand on my wrist.

“No, don’t bother,” I declined and placed my own hand over his, squeezing it gently. “I came to let you know that I’m gonna head home.”

“What? No,” he protested, his clear eyes wide with surprise and a hint of disappointment. He turned so that his torso was facing me completely, giving me his full attention. I giggled when he pouted but when I reached out to playfully pinch his cheek he batted my hand away.
“Don’t you distract me. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” I answered quickly. “No need to worry.”

He rolled his eyes and took a long sip from his drink before setting it down. “You were excited about going when I picked you up and now hardly an hour later you want to go home. You can’t just say that there’s nothing wrong.”

He wasn’t playing fair, with the look he gave me. His lips were still in a pout and his green eyes looked at me in a way I wanted nothing else but to melt right into him. If he looked at me long enough it always made me confess all of the worries troubling my mind, which was why I had avoided seeing him too often in the past days. When I didn’t answer, Harry squeezed my fingers.

“Darling, did something happen when I wasn’t at the table with you? Don’t tell me someone came onto you,” he chuckled when speaking, though I knew, he’d step up for my defense if necessary.

I smiled softly and shook my head, stroking his slim fingers with my own. “Nothing happened, Harry. You won’t have to play protector.”

“M'not playing when it comes to you,” he mumbled, a smile tugging on his lips. “Tell me.”

I huffed at his whiny tone and let my gaze drift to our touching hands.

“I’m not…” I hesitated, searching for the right words to explain how I felt. Harry waited patiently, his eyes never leaving me.

“Comfortable.” I decided to say. “I feel physically drained and should just go lie down. ”

He didn’t seemed to ponder over my answer for very long before pulling his hand from mine to use it to push his stool from the bar.

“I’m coming with you,” Harry decided and hopped to his feet.

“There’s no need for that, Harry,” I said quickly, “I’ll really just go to bed. It’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, well, fine is not the same as good, Y/N,” he answered, grabbing his jacket, “I’m coming with you.”

He smiled at me confidently and ignored my shaking head. Though part of me wanted him to join me, another big part of me really didn’t.

“That’s not your responsibility,” I fought.

He released an annoyed huff and rolled his eyes.

“Lately nothing concerning you is any of my business, right?” he muttered while pulling out his wallet to pay for his drinks.

“I didn’t mean to ruin this night for you,” I said apologetic.

“Don’t give me any of that, love,” he stopped me, “Nothing’s ruined. And you can’t fight me off when I want to be there for you. I’ll go say goodbye to the others and we’ll head right on out. Wait for me here, yeah?”

Before I could answer he began to make his way through to the group of our friends and I felt my lips stretch into a smile. He was always eager to jump to my aid and after I hadn’t let him for what felt like so long, I had almost forgotten how it felt to be this close to him.
Once by my side again, Harry held his jacket in one hand and the other he held out for me to take. He smiled when I let him clasp my fingers in his tightly and asked:

“Your place or mine?”


Harry had parked close to the bar entrance and as he fumbled with his keys, I asked: “You’re okay to drive, right?”

“I only had one beer before the drink that you didn’t let me finish. Wouldn’t drive if I wasn’t feeling good, love” he answered before successfully unlocking the doors. “In you go, love.”

“Thank you, Harry,” I said quietly and stopped to stand in front of him.

“Of course,” he smiled.

The drive was silent, yet not awkward. My eyes followed the lights passing by. London was as busy as ever even at this late hour. Once the car came to a halt in front of his apartment building, I released a breath I hadn’t consciously been holding in. Harry rested his hand on the steering wheel and I noticed him peering at me.

“Are you going to tell me what is going on?” he asked. “Your distance is starting to freak me out a little. There’s nothing you couldn’t tell me. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, I know, but there is nothing to tell,” I answered, meeting his patient eyes. My own probably screamed at him that I was lying.

“I’ve been really tired this last few days and my studies have gotten so much. That’s why I never made it to any meet up recently. I’m sorry”, I apologized once more. “I didn’t think I would feel so tired otherwise I wouldn’t have come out with you guys tonight. It was stupid of me.”

Harry shook his head and reached out to rest his hand on my arm. “You were right to come out with us. I don’t think that being alone would have done you much good after distancing yourself from us like you have.”

“I bailed on you guys barely an hour after we arrived. Again. Only this time I forced you to come with me! I’m a terrible and selfish person.”

Harry chuckled and shook his head.

“You, out of all people, are certainly not selfish or terrible.” He moved his fingers down to clasp mine. “And you didn’t force me.” He frowned and broke our locked gaze. “Recently you never do.”

“What do you mean by that?”

He cleared his throat and shook his head, thinking hard before he expressed himself.

“You never seek my presence anymore, Y/N. Not like you used to.”

I bit my lip, knowing that I couldn’t talk my way out of this as he was right. I had been avoiding him out of fear that it might shine through how much my feelings for him had grown.

“Did I do something?”

By the look he gave me I knew what he was implying and I felt terrible for making him even think like that.

“No, Harry,” I reassured him softly, “You did nothing wrong. I wanted to kiss you the other night. Don’t torment yourself by thinking I didn’t.”

He sighed and leaned further back in his seat, his shoulders visibly relaxed at my words.

“You’ve got no idea how relieved I am by that, Y/N. And I don’t mean to make this about myself, but… I don’t know, I guess I just miss you and I don’t like seeing you so unhappy.”

“I miss you, too.”

He smiled and squeezed my hand before letting go and reaching for the keys. He pulled them from the lock and sat up straighter again. “Listen. Everyone faces stress that can get to their head sometimes. What you have to do is surround yourself with what makes you happy. Don’t hide yourself away.”

“You make me happy,” I admitted.

He leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek, letting his lips rest there for a few seconds. His hair tickled my skin and when he sighed I could feel the breath against my skin.

“That goes both ways, love.”

He pressed another kiss to my skin and hummed when he inhaled my scent. He seemed glad that I allowed him close again and it made my heart ache. Both of his hands had settled to rest against my ribcage as he leaned in even closer and I tensed at the warmth radiating off of him. Maybe it was due to being this close to a very affectionate Harry after having avoided him for several days, but suddenly I was overwhelmed. I pressed the palm of my hand to my lips when the first sob wrecked through me, but it did little to stifle the noise. With no words and with a bit of difficulty Harry pulled me into him and onto his lap, allowing me to bury my face in his neck. His hands brushed over my hair before resting against my shoulders.

“Breath, my love,” he breathed against the shell of my ear. “Don’t hold it in.”

“I’m so sorry, Harry,” I sobbed pathetically and clung onto his shoulders tightly.

“No,” he protested and hoisted me up to sit closer to his lower stomach, “no, darling, don’t you say that. It’s alright.”

“I hate crying”, I mumbled, trying to pull away from him again.

Harry shrugged it off and gave me one of his breathtaking one-million-dollar-smiles, refusing to budge or lessen his hold on my body.

“You’ve seen me cry before, too. S'only fair to return the favor.”

“This is hardly a favor that I’m doing you,” I disagreed and turned my head to wipe some snot off with my sleeve. “And you’ve only ever cried in front of me out of joy. Or because you were laughing too hard. Doesn’t count.”

He chuckled, but stopped when I cuddled myself even closer to him. He was quick to caress my back, knowing how desperately I needed his comfort and squeezed me once more.

“You’re doing so well,” he assured me, “S'long as you don’t let yourself drown in your emotions it’s fine to feel upset sometimes. And now that you’re letting me I’m gonna keep that from happening and only let you out so much before your in for a fun cheering up program.”

“Great,” I hiccuped with a giggle.

He laughed. “Yeah, you better be excited.”

He gently moved to push me by my shoulders so that he could look me in the eyes again. A cheeky smile graced his beautiful face.

“Your best friend, aren’t I?”

“You are,” I agreed without missing a beat, my voice barley above a whisper. The words ‘best friend’ tugged at my heart. I didn’t necessarily like the sound of that anymore.
His green widened at my hardened expression and he turned serious again.

“You never have to feel left alone with your worries”, he continued, “You can always come to me.”

“That,” I mumbled, pausing to take a deep breath, “goes both ways, too.”

Before I could fully register it the smile I had watched appear on his lips was pressed against my own. I didn’t exactly know who had started kissing whom, but once our lips connected neither of us dared to break apart anymore. My fingers shook when I raised them to fist his hair.
The kiss felt even better then it had in my memory. Harry’s lips were so warm and soft, it was difficult to focus on anything else. His tongue was careful to pry my lips open, gentlemen as always, it felt as if he was waiting for me to allow the invasion. While lightly pulling his soft hair between my fingertips I willingly deepened the kiss by opening up for him.
When I whimpered upon feeling him moving his head back he giggled and let his hands fall down to my hips, holding and pulling me closer. My hands still held him close by his hair and I enjoyed scratching gently against the skin, as did he when a small moan escaped his throat.

Finally I allowed him to pull away. Harsh breaths fell from his lips as they stretched into a smile, a smile I returned, my tears long forgotten.
I moved my hands to wrap my arms around his shoulders and scooted closer on his lap. He gasped when I accidentally touched his crotch and I quickly apologized with an embarrassed laugh. Harry’s green orbs were wide and had something in them I couldn’t quite place.
He reached up and brushed his fingertips over my cheek and down to my lips. Another adorable giggle left his lips when my own closed around the tip of his index and I bit lightly.

“Are you okay?” he wondered.

I nodded and leaned in to place a small kiss on his nose. “Feeling much better. Thank you, best friend.”

“Good,” he answered and than added with a smirk: “Maybe I’ll be a bit more than just your best friend.”

“Would you want that?” I confessed as I pushed his, now untidy, hair from his forehead with a brush of my hand. His eyes locked with mine, concern in them.

“You think I don’t?”

I shrugged, looking away from his green orbs and down to where his hands rested on my thighs. “We kissed before and nothing happened after.”

“Yeah, because I don’t want to push you,” he defended. He frowned and looked at me with his head tilted to the side. “With what none sense of an explanation did you trouble yourself with?”

I shrugged, tugging at his hair at the back of his neck. With the evident disbelief in his voice, I felt like a child, being told off.

“Did you think that I didn’t love you?” he asked.

My head shot up and my wide eyes met his clear ones. “You do?”

“Of course I bloody do,” he scoffed, “Are you being serious? Tell me you didn’t add this ridiculous doubt to the worries clouding your mind.”

“You said you liked me,” I muttered stubbornly. “That’s not the same as love.”

He huffed and rolled his eyes. “Jesus, you girls got to make your life harder with all this silly rules.”

“Great,” I muttered sourly, “make fun of me.”

Harry squeezed my thighs before moving his hands up to cradle my face in his hands.

“I’m not,” he leaned in and kissed my cheek softly. “If only you could look into my head for as little as one minute. You’d know how much it cost me to keep from reaching out to touch you whenever I was in your presence. There would be no doubt in your mind of how desperately in love with you I am, Y/N.”

My heart beat rapidly and it squeezed almost painfully at his words. I inhaled his familiar smell and felt warmth settle in the pit of my stomach.

“Please be with me, then?” I requested timidly. “As more than just best friends?”

Harry hummed at my question and leaned in to connect our lips in a soft kiss once more. His warm lips moved against my own and he pulled at my lower lip ever so slightly.

“Happily,” he answered, once we pulled apart, his face reflecting pure joy.

I had been in Harry’s apartment many times before. Everything was as familiar to me as my own home. Today however it felt different. Maybe because instead of having to imagine laying next to him on his sofa I was actually doing it.
Or maybe it was the fact that  I didn’t have to fight the urge to kiss him but could go on and do it whenever I wanted to.
Harry’s hands played with the ends of my hair before traveling up to caress my cheeks. His eyes locked with mine, a smile playing on his lips as he searched for any sign of discomfort in my expression.

“I want to try something,” he confessed, “and it’s okay if you feel uncomfortable. All you gotta say is stop and I’ll stop. Okay?”

I felt him move to lay on his side before he gently hitched his leg up and over my own.

“It won’t be what you’re thinking off right now,” he promised when his hands pulled at the hem of my jumper. “I just wanna love you.”

Once my stomach was revealed bare to him he leaned down to press soft kisses to it. He even nuzzled his nose against the skin and a giggle fell from my mouth.

“It’s only me”, he reassured and pressed his lips to the skin just above my belly button.  "You can trust me.“

"I know,” I mumbled, breathless already.

My fingers desperately reached down and clutched the nape of his neck, pulling him back up while his hands traveled even lower. My breath hitched in my throat and I whimpered when his fingers tugged at my jeans.

“I want to,” I assured him when he stopped. “Go on.”

With a small nod, he unbuttoned the jeans and fumbled with the zip. His warm mouth had settled on my neck, distracting me from the action of his fingers with wet, open mouthed kisses against my skin.
More clothing was being pulled from my body and I blushed. Never had anyone seen me this bare before. Harry, sensing my slight discomfort, reached up and cupped my cheek, connecting our lips in a heavy kiss.

“Your beauty is stealing my breath,” he promised. “You make me crazy.”

“Add that to the things that go both ways, boyfriend.”

Harry laughed and dipped his head to kiss just above my chest. Suddenly aware that I could touch him too, I moved my hands from where they had timidly rested on his shoulders to the end of his own shirt and tried to pull it over his head. Noticing my struggle he quickly moved off of me and swiftly pulled it over his head himself before leaning back down to kiss me. His newly naked skin pressed against my partially clothed chest and it drove me mad.
My fingers clutched at his tattooed arms when I heard the faint sound of a belt buckle opening and a pair of jeans falling to the floor. I gasped in surprise when his hand reached between my legs and pried my thighs apart.

“Harry,” I whimpered.

“Relax,” he shushed me, pressing another kiss to my lips. “You’ll like it. Promise. I’m just-” he swallowed hard when I nipped on his neck. “-loving on you.”

His lips touched to my eyelids. Fingers brushed my cheek. A hand gently massaged my hip. It was as if he couldn’t get enough from touching me, I hoped he never could, so that he would always want me the way he did now.
Harry moved his arm around my waist and pulled me against his chest, holding me still before rolling his hips up. He repeated the action until he chocked on his breaths and I pressed my lips to his neck to quiet my whimpers. Pleasure cursed through my veins and I clung onto him when a feeling of falling apart spread through my body. Afterwards he continued to press lazy kisses to my exposed shoulder.

“Wait here for a second, yeah?” he whispered.

He climbed from under me and off the couch, disappearing in his room. I clutched the covers to my chest, covering my body. Harry returned with a shirt in his hand and a fresh pair of boxers clinging to his hips. He smiled widely upon catching me stare and I felt my cheeks redden.

“No need to be embarrassed now, babe.” He winked and leaned over me to connect our lips in another heavy kiss. “I brought you a shirt.”


I took it from him and pulled it over my head, inhaling his smell. Once done he crawled back in beside me and pulled me flush against his warm and very naked chest.

“I just want to shield you from anything that could cause you harm,” he exhaled.

“You always do,” I answered and kissed his jaw.

I fumbled with the blanked next to us and pulled it up until we were both fully covered. My head nuzzled into his neck and he rested his cheek against my forehead.

“Just doing a boyfriends job, aren’t I?”

Thank you to anyone who took their time to read this! If you want, feedback is always very welcome and I’d be happy to write a request for someone. :) Also let me know if you want me to write more mature things. I may experiment with it in the future.

Link to my masterlist:  http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/144920695218/masterlist


“It’s just a morality tale, it’s obvious which gift is best, which one you’d choose -“
The three of them spoke at the same time; Caitlin said, “the cloak,” Cisco said, “the wand,” and Barry said, “the stone.” (insp.)

lets just appreciate how hard sanggyun worked for p101 and how much he has learned and achieved, being a tk there’s never much one can expect of public exposure but sanggyun just totally changed all that, he’s came so far for not only his talent but also his incredible sweet and kind personality, he did so well and i am so proud of him, i hope that everything he gained with this show will bring him further in the future and that people will keep recognizing him and his talent, he’s shown growth talent sweetness and gratitude through out it all, he deserved to go even further but now that he’s free from it, lets keep supporting him and hope that many more great opportunities and things will come his way 

BTS Scenario- Suga x Reader: Good Day

Requested by Anon and @senpoimei​: Can you do a scenario where, reader is looked down a lot by other people especially one girl and her friends. They like Suga a lot but Suga likes the reader because she’s unique please!

Author’s Note: I had fun writing this! The song I used to get some inspiration and the title of the story is Good Day by BTS a song I randomly came across one day and thought was perfect for this scenario! Two people requested similar scenarios so I mashed them together! I hope you all enjoy~<3

**Warnings: Some Swearing**

(Y/N) Your Name

(B/N) Bullies Name

It was yet another day at school, senior year just couldn’t finish fast enough. You stood out among the others at school and though your parents thought it was great that you didn’t conform and you were your own leader, it caused issues at school. Many of the other students weren’t fond of you, probably because they were jealous, or at least that’s what you told yourself. But there was one girl who especially didn’t like you, (B/N) was beautiful, smart, and most importantly had lots of money. She walked with purpose and attitude as she practically ran the place, everybody seemed to just follow her lead and since you never did, she’s never liked you.

You took a deep breath, straightened your posture, and lifted your head high before walking into the dull front doors of the school. Today was going to be  a good day. You tried your hardest to have good days and no matter the struggle the other students may put you through, you walked with grace and your chin up which seemed to make them even more frustrated. You had your backpack on and your sketchbook in hand as you walked through the halls smiling at a few of your friends and others who passed by,  while you made your way to homeroom. As you got closer to your destination you noticed (B/N) standing next to the door with a little posse who all noticed you right away and gave you a swift glance up and down with what seemed to be lazers darting from their eyes. You, being the sarcastic and sometimes not so smart person you are, smiled and nodded at the group walking passed them not the classroom. You sat down at your desk dropping your bag beside you and opened your sketchbook finding comfort and solitude in your art. You suddenly felt a presence creep up beside you as their shadow blocked the light from your book.

“Whatcha drawing?” The sing-songy voice ask, knowing the voice immediately a shy smile crept onto your face as you turned to face the kind-hearted boy who had your heart in his hands from the moment you met him.

“It’s kind of complicated…” You said, “I’m not sure where I’m going with it yet, it sort of resembles flowers but if you turn it this way it kind of looks dark and scary so I’m not sure what it is…” you explained and smiled wider when he chuckled.

“Well I like it!” He exclaimed, “you’re very good at drawing, your unique personality shows through, I really like your style.”

“Thanks Suga, I’m glad somebody enjoys it.” You smiled at hm and he nodded smiling back.

“So, (Y/N)…” His tone become low and serious, you heart immediately speeding up unsure of what was coming, “do you possibly have… The homework finished from last night?”

Your mouth was slightly open as you processed what he just did and tried to slow your pounding heart down.

“I, um, yeah-” You couldn’t respond, (B/N) stormed up to your desk and grabbed your sketchbook.

“OH SO, you think you can be this little sassy bitch and talk to Suga? I’m sorry Suga I should have come in earlier to save you from her weird, I hope you didn’t catch anything from her…” She exclaimed, she flipped through your drawings, and pouted as she rested her head on Suga’s shoulder, continuing to flip through the pages, “These are weird and don’t make any sense…” She grumbled tossing the sketchbook to one of her minions with disgust slather on her face. You stopped watching her and sat, stunned, as two of the girls opened the book and page by page started ripping the drawings out and tossing them to the floor. You were shocked and emotionally hurt you felt paralyzed and couldn’t help but watch as your drawings gracefully fell to the floor, some of them torn into pieces.

(B/N) turned to Suga, “Well, let’s go for walk and maybe go get a coffee or something!” she tried linking her arm with his. He quickly pulled away looking at her as if she had just vomited on him, “Don’t touch me, (Y/N) is kind and nice and has never done anything to any of your guys,” he shouted gesturing to the entire room, “She has a sweetheart, she’s different, and unique. She doesn’t need to follow you and your dumb-ass posse because she’s her own leader and does her own thing! Just leave her alone and grow the hell up! AND YOU TWO, DROP THE BOOK NOW!!” He shouted, shooing everyone out, and ripping the book from the two girls’ hands.

Still stunned you hadn’t realized tears had begun to escape from your eyes. You stared blanking ahead, your breathing irregular, and disbelief plastered on your face. You heard Suga shuffling the many papers on the ground and he let out a deep sigh as he stood up.

“(Y/N)… I’m so sorry..” He whispered as he took a step closer to you. You didn’t say anything you only nodded, your voice stuck in your throat.

“(Y/N)… I’ll fix these drawings. I’ll fix them, I promise.” He assured, trying to make you feel better, again, not confident in your voice you just nodded and looked down at your hands that fumbled with the hem of your skirt. He walked closer and set the papers and what was left of the book down on the desk in front of you. He kneeled down to match your height and gently grabbed one of your hands, softly caressing your knuckles with the pad of his thumb.

“Here, come on, I’ll walk you home, you should get some rest and calm down.” He decided and guided you to stand. He grabbed your sketched and put them in his bag before grabbing your bag and placing ti on his shoulder. He grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers and walked you out of school. You could feel the hot glares and stares as everyone watched the two of you but you were so glad you going home, you just needed a break.

Throughout the day you got texts from Suga asking how you were feeling, reminding you to eat, and prompting you to take more naps. It was about 6:30 at night you had just finished eating dinner with your parents and explained today’s lovely outburst that occurred when your doorbell rang. You were confused but stood up to answer it, as you opened the door your eyes were met with a giant picture frame filled with your drawings. All of the ones that had been ripped up and ripped out of the notebook were taped back together and neatly placed together framed by a dark wooden frame. Slowly Suga emerged from behind the frame as he brought it down from in front of his face. Again you felt tears about to escape from your eyes but this times you were so touched from his incredibly sweet act of kindness.

“I promised I would fix them.” Was all he said as he chuckled and smile forming on his face so wide to reached his eyes. You smiled wide to grabbing the picture and resting it up again the door. You quickly turned back round and wrapped Suga into a tight hug.

“Thank you so much!” You whispered burying your head in his shoulder, “I can’t believe you did this…”

“I made a promise and I kept it… I hope you had a good day today (Y/N). I want to make sure you have a good day every day…” He said, pulling away just enough to kiss your forehead before hugging you tight again.

guardian angel!jimin au

this is a partner to my –> [ fallen angel!taehyung au ]

  • one of the highest guardian angels due to his incredibly pure and kind nature
  • his wings actually have a silver tint at the tips and glitter in light,,,no other angel has that???? 
  • officially, he is assigned to be the guardian of lost/alone teenagers 
  • he’s known as the guardian of perseverance because everyone he guards over is usually going through things that not even adults could handle well and he tries his best to give off good energy and courage to them
  • his motto, even to other angels who get overwhelmed with their work, is that nothing will happen if you don’t put in effort - there’s never a reason to give up!
  • he often times becomes worried over other more,,,,,adventurous guardian angels such as taehyung and hoseok 
  • he thinks some of their jokes and playing around is funny but he always is warning them to not break the rules or get hurt because jimin has a sensitive heart and wants only happiness for everyone
  • that’s why death is actually really hard for him to handle, especially if it’s the death of someone he guarded. most angels can get over it quickly because there are many people they tend to but jimin,,,,,,,it hits him hard
  • he keeps detailed notes full on all those teenagers who he couldn’t protect
  • other than that tho, he’s really just always trying his best to protect those he cares for and all the angels lean on him for support if anything 
  • which is why when fellow angel taehyung is banished from heaven for sinning, jimin,,,,,,,,jimin really doesn’t know how to take it
  • and although he’s always stuck to the rules, taehyung had been an extremely close friend of his so just watching him from up in heaven fend for himself on earth,,,,,jimin just wanted to know if his best friend was really ok
  • and so angels can disguise themselves as humans and descend to earth but mostly they do it to spend time with those they guard in their last moments but,,,, jimin decides that he needs to see taehyung for himself
  • so he transforms and tries to go to where he last saw taehyung - in a neighborhood that had a school were taehyung had recently got a job except the problem is
  • once jimin is on earth,,,he can detect the people he guards - but he can’t detect taehyung. long story short he’s lost the second he gets to earth because he doesn’t know his way around the neighborhood and the school/??? where was it again
  • and you happen to stumble upon jimin, whose wandering back and forth around the same couple of blocks near where you live and you ignore him at first but when you’re back in your apartment you look out the window and. there he is
  • the guy from before with the striking silver hair
  • and it hurts you to see that the sun is going down and this person is so obviously lost so you throw on a sweater and head downstairs
  • jimin is studying a lamp post with some kind of advertisment stuck to it when you reach him and you’re like “um,,,not to come off as weird but it has been close to two hours and you’ve circled this place like ten times, are you lost?”
  • and when jimin turns to look at you, you almost forget him to breathe because his face - it can’t be that of a real person’s???? he’s beautiful beyond belief
  • and then he smiles and you hear angels sing (irony) and he’s like “yes! i do need help, im looking for my friend his name is kim taehyung?”
  • and you’re like sorry never heard of him?? and jimin nods, but then he mentions that his friend works at a school and you’re like “this neighborhood has a couple schools, do you know which one?” 
  • jimin shakes his head sadly and you frown but you also assure him that there isn’t more than ten if you can recall so it might be easy to visit them all
  • jimin’s smile returns and you remember that you haven’t introduced yourself by name so you tell him and he tells you his and you’re like WELL i better get going
  • but then you can feel that something is a bit off so you ask jimin if he has anywhere he’s staying and jimin, once again shakes his head, but this time with an embarrassing blush and you’re like oh,,,,,
  • and logically speaking, no one invites a beautiful stranger they just met into their home to spend the night but the more you look at jimin the more you can tell: he has no bad intentions 
  • so after a minute or two you point to your building and say; “you can borrow my couch-”
  • and it is like stars spark in his eyes, he thanks you over a million times as you walks him back to your place and you just,,,wow,,,,you just don’t even know what to say except that it’s nothing - he’s looking for his friend and you just want to help!!!
  • (not like you find him incredibly cute and that might have swayed your opinion a bit. tinsy lil bit)
  • that night you make a hot cup of tea for jimin and bring it into the living room where you’ve got him some blankets as well and you’re like “so where are you from?”
  • and jimin opens his mouth and goes “hea-” but then stops and you’re like ???? hea-?? but he just smiles and says out-of-town and you’re like that’s a lil weird but you don’t question it
  • and soon enough you’re tired so you tell jimin you’re going off to bed but before you leave the room you hear him begin to recite something like a prayer and somehow you can only thing “how fitting of someone who looks like they could be an angel……”
  • the next morning jimin sheepishly asks you to show you where some of the schools are. you mark up a map for him and tell him you need to leave for work
  • when you come back he isn’t there so you assume that’s it - that he’s found his friend and the one night you two had was just a short meeting and you’d soon forget him
  • but around a week later at 10pm there’s a knock on your door and you’re suspicious of who it could be so you grab a nearby book and carefully open your door
  • only to drop the book because it is??? jimin
  • jimin looking sadly to the floor and you’re like ??? and he weakly apologizes for bothering you and asks if he could trouble you to spend the night
  • and ofc you let him, except you’re worried because the usual glow he has is gone
  • and in the middle of the night, you walk past the living room to get a drink from the kitchen and ,,,,and you see something floating above jimin’s head
  • and for a moment you’re like,,,,,im still dreaming right but you rub your eyes and it is still there
  • and you’re like “ that- that’s a halo?”
  • and you don’t notice it but your voice must be loud because jimin startles awake and sits up and as he does something sprouts from his back and you’re like
  • “wi- WIN- WINGS?!?!?!?!”
  • and jimin, with wide eyes gets up and tries to put his hands over his halo but then his wings end up wrapping around him in a nervous habit he has
  • and it’s a mess and you’re like ??????? what am i witnessing 
  • and jimin is like “oh why did i forget that at night it wears off….”
  • but you’re like in shock and you’re like jimin - “ARE YOU DE-”
  • but jimin shakes his head and he’s like “no no no im,,,,,im immortal im,,,,,,,,an,,,,”
  • and he doesn’t even have to finish you point at the halo and you’re like “you’re an angel” and he’s like,,,, yes
  • but you just shake your head and you’re like “no no i won’t let you tamper with my memory- just explain to me what is happening”
  • and jimin, looking at you quiets his voice and says; “i want to, but -”
  • and you’re like “im not going to tell anyone. i let you into my house because i trusted you jimin, do the same for me - ok?”
  • jimin sees your point and tbh he’s in such a bad mood because he couldn’t find taehyung that he wants to confide in someone and he can’t tell the fellow angels so he sighs
  • and explains to you what happened with taehyung getting banned 
  • and you listen carefully, all the while still glancing every now and then at the halo and his silver tinted wings
  • and when he’s done you’re just like “ill help you.”
  • jimin ofc is like no!!!!! it’s fine!!!! i can’t have a human getting involved-
  • but you’re like “no offense jimin but im already involved”
  • and again,,,,,he’s like you’re right and you two sit there in silence 
  • until jimin smiles and is like “i know you want to touch my wings, right?” and you’re like yes om g they look so soft
  • and that’s how you and jimin end up checking every school together for the next couple of weeks and it turns out your neighborhood isn’t the right one so you go over to the next one and you and jimin basically hop around trying to find this mysterious taehyung
  • and jimin ,,,,, jimin can’t believe it but he doesn’t miss heaven at all
  • and at some point he’s not even thinking about the consequences of all the rule breaking he’s done
  • and when he finally works up the courage to hold your hand as you’re both walking through the fourth new neighborhood ,,,,, he can’t believe it but
  • maybe he’s found another heaven ,,,,, in you
  • finally you two do come across taehyung and you and jimin see him happily chasing after the kids he teaches in the school yard and when you nudge jimin to go inside and talk to him
  • jimin stops himself and walks back toward you and you’re like ???? but we worked so hard to find him and jimin is like “we did, but seeing him smile and knowing that he is content. that’s enough justification for me. i think i can return peacefully now.”
  • and that night you and jimin say goodbye
  • and somehow you end up crying,,,,because through the short period of time you two spent together somehow,,,,,somehow you just don’t want him to go
  • but jimin’s halo is slowly appearing again and his wings are growing back out of his back
  • and this time he doesn’t just fall asleep on your couch, he slowly lifts off the ground
  • he outstretches his hands and you take them and he brings up your palm to kiss it and he promises that he’ll personally guard you from above forever
  • and before you know it he’s gone - like a light thats burned out
  • and you think you’ll never see him again and jimin,,,
  • jimin tries hard to stay away because after coming back the scolding he got almost got him banned ,,,,,but
  • he can’t
  • and that’s why one day you come back and sitting on the couch waiting for you is ,,,jimin
  • for a moment you can’t believe your eyes but he’s there, resting his chin in his hand
  • and when he says your name you drop everything and jump into his arms
  • and he laughs, talking into your hair about how he’s missed you and how seeing you from above just wasn’t enough for him
  • and you grab his shirt and cry a little and jimin is like!!! stop you can’t cry when i leave and then also cry when i come back
  • but you look up and jimin wipes your tears with his fingers and you’re like
  • “jimin - i thought id never see you again”
  • and jimin is just like “what do you mean, ive been watching ever since i left?” and you hit him playfully and you’re like dUh because you can watch me you’re an angel im just a normal human
  • and he pauses for a second
  • before leaning in to kiss you on the lips lightly and he’s like
  • “you’re not just a normal human - you’re a human that made an angel fall in love.”
Truth or Lie (Part Twenty-Three)

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A/N: Fair warning, a bit of a boring filler chapter, details. A lot of fun to come :)

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Warnings: Explicit language, bit of fluff and angst

Word Count: 3519

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You were tickled awake, your nose wrinkling as something soft brushed against your cheek. “What the hell?” You mumbled sleepily, slowly rousing yourself awake, eyes flickering open to see a mess of dark hair. It took you a few seconds to register your surroundings, warm memories flooding back, heart rate accelerating as a smile crossed your face.

That’s what happened.

You tilted your head to press a gentle kiss against Rob’s cheek, body shifting against his as he breathed in deep, beginning to wake.

“I can’t feel my arm,” Rob murmured a few moments later, referring to the arm that was currently trapped beneath your body.

A light giggle bubbled from you as you moved to roll on top of him, the arm not full of static wrapping around your waist. “Hey there,” you greeted him, crossing your arms on his upper chest as you gazed down at him, eyes steady on his.

“Hey, baby,” Rob replied softly, the warmest of smiles crossing his lips as his hand drifted up and down your back in soft strokes, rough fingertips caressing your warm skin. He hadn’t been awake for even five minutes yet and he was already immersed in happiness. Seeing you smiling and happy prompted a similar response from him.  

You were filled to the brim with bliss still, body humming with energy. Well, you were starving and a little weaker than usual, but, mentally, you felt reborn. “Last night was … indescribable,” you told him, giving your head a disbelieving shake at last night’s events. You and Rob had connected in a way you never had before, and you had never felt so close to someone before.

“No song I write could ever describe it. No sketch you create could ever describe it,” Rob agreed, his other arm gradually draping over your lower back, holding you as close as possible.

“This is true, and you’re a damn good songwriter.”

“And you’re a damn good artist.”

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How do you assess David’s appeal?

Obviously, the audience is only seeing his character, who’s incredibly intelligent, kind, charming and sensitive. He’s like the perfect romantic hero. And a lot of that is also David. He brings such a warmth and intelligence to the role and a smooth sexuality that I don’t think anybody in their right mind could not find him attractive.

Gillian Anderson, 1996 (X)

I think that [Loki] did some things that he might be a bit ashamed of, and the tattoos were a bit of that history that he wanted to cover up. So, we picked these tattoos, each having thematic meaning actually connected to the movie, that we would cover up. And that I’d have the ability to, if I were in a scene, cover up my tattoos on my fingers with my hands but another moment they came out and I’d have to be ashamed of them. Even though I was constantly questioning and I was constantly driving the narrative, I was also fighting my own demons in the middle of that. And it also just was the reason [the character] was so fascinated with finding out other people’s demons. I wanted the one on my neck, which has a special meaning, to just be a way of trying to hide it, and then show it when I wanted to. A lot of times the tattoos come out in scenes with Paul Dano, because I just wanted to communicate to him that I could get violent. And then, with the parents, I usually wanted to cover them up. - Jake Gyllenhaal