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Here is something: After two men in the Netherlands were attacked while walking home from a party holding hands, straight Dutch politicians everywhere are showing their solidarity by walking around holding hands. 

The top photo is of Dutch leader of the Democrats 66 party Alexander Pechtold and D66 financial specialist Wouter Koolmees; the second photo is of the men from the Dutch Embassy in London; the bottom photo is of the male staff of the Dutch mission at the United Nations in New York. Cute, gents; I hope you’re also working hard to protect victims of hate crimes, create a culture of inclusivity in your communities, and make sure this doesn’t happen again.

(via the Huffington Post)

don’t you see?
i don’t just want you
i want us

i want the sleepy good morning kisses, before you leave for work
and i’m not even awake enough to kiss back
but i can still feel you there before you’re gone
i want the insecurity, yours and mine
when the anxiety doesn’t let us believe the kind and truthful words we say
but we still say them anyway
i want the waiting, waiting for you to come home
waiting to get off of work so i can text you about my day
waiting for your phone call so i can hear your voice
waiting for you
i want the arguments, knowing everything is going to be okay in the end
because we loved each other more than anything
because we’d never let a little fight come between us
i want the long days
and the even longer nights
i want to make out in the back of your car like horny teenagers
and i want weekly dinner dates like an old married couple
and i want to be in bed by eight pm like old people in love
i want you to tell me when i’m being a bitch
i want to be able to tell you when you’re being a bitch
i want honestly
i want serious talks about our future
and the things we’re afraid of
and the things we’ve never talked about before
i want a best friend
someone i can confide in
someone who builds me up
someone who stays by my side while i put myself back together
i want to be your best friend
someone to cheer you on
someone to support you
someone to hold your hand while you walk through the storm so you won’t be alone
i want it all
the good
the bad
the ugly
the moments we’d rather forget
and the moments we’ll never, ever forget
i want memories that will last us a lifetime
i want a love that could rival the big screen
one that nicholas sparks could only dream about writing
i want everyday to feel like a dream come true
i want
you
all of you
i want the parts of you that you don’t even want
and i want you to want me
all of me
i want to be fearlessly
and forever
in love with you
—  now what do you want?
(cc, 2017)

glitterbearbear  asked:

OH MY GOD YOU LOVE STEVE HARRINGTON TOO THANK GOD HES A PURE BOY. Anyways, headcanons on dating steve and being a bit younger than him? Thank you for also loving steve harrington boy neEDS SOME LOVING

warning: SEASON 2 SPOILERS AHEAD !!!!!
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• after having his heart broken by Nancy, Steve is a little hesitant when it comes to relationships for fear of it ending like it did with her

• but when he meets you and really gets to know you, his fears seem to melt away, and he doesn’t realize he’s falling for you until he’s in way, way too deep

• so he accepts the fact that he’s head over heels in love with you and your sweet smile — and is more than delighted to learn that the feeling is reciprocated.

• Steve feels like he has to protect you somehow; even though he’s only a year or so older than you, he does everything he can; from walking you home to occasionally checking on you during the evenings by sneaking in through your window

• he always, always kisses the tip of your nose before you have to separate to go to your classes. it’s his little ritual, he claims that it “brings him good luck”

• soft, sneaky kisses

• tender, passionate kisses where he cups your face in his hands or holds your waist

• walking hand in hand wherever you go

• after a while, Steve confessing in his fears of you leaving him, of you not loving him, which you gently shut down by doing little things for him to remind him you love him

• sharing whispers of “I love you"s every night, and getting to see the smile light up his entire being

• soft love making, with Steve whispering sweet nothings into your ear the whole time

• Steve being embarrassed and blushing like a dork when the children meet you, with Dustin making comments like “Oh, so you’re the girl he keeps gushing about? He’s making us all sick.” that prompt Steve to go “hey!” and throw small or soft things at him

Dating Zach Dempsey Would Include...

Originally posted by joeck

Requested to do the ‘dating Zach Dempsey would include’ but with a booknerd fem!reader :)

 

- Getting to see how smart Zach is, everyone thought Zach was under average when it came to smarts but when you start to date him you find out just how smart he is, not in the stereotypical Asian guy can do any math way, he was terrible at math but he was an A+ bio student and knew more about marine life than anyone you’ve ever met.

- Hand holding lots of hand holding, Zach is big on holding hands whether it’s while you’re walking to class or under the table during lunch or even at the library while he stands patiently next to you as you take your time looking at all the books, you don’t mind all the hand holding since your hands are always cold and Zach’s much larger ones are always so warm and soft.

- Going on dates to the aquarium, your favourite place to go to on weekend dates is the aquarium, you like watching all the fish swim around therapeutically and you love watching Zach’s eyes light up as he sees the aquatic animals he’s usually reading and studying about in textbooks.

- Cuddling on cold rainy days, Zach is a massive teddy bear when it comes to cuddles, he loves to be cuddled and also loves to be the cuddler and when it’s a cold rainy day that’s the perfect time to sit on the couch and watch movies while cuddling each other.

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anonymous asked:

Harry accidentally wears a slytherin tie ??

Harry and Draco were quickly getting dressed after having a bit of… fun in one of the empty classrooms while everyone was at dinner. “Ron and Hermione will be wondering where I am by now.” Harry stated.

Draco snorted. “Oh please, they’re too busy snogging nowadays to notice what’s going on.” Harry chuckled and kissed him deeply once more before leaving the dark room. He walked through the empty halls rapidly to join his friends at dinner. When he got there, he was too focused on Ron and Hermione to notice any of the gasps that came from the rest of the Great Hall.

Harry sat down across from Ron and Hermione; Ron as captivated by his food as Hermione was with her book. It wasn’t until he greeted them that they looked up and gasped. Harry furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “What?”

“Harry, why-” As Hermione began to speak someone pulled him up from the seat. Harry turned and he was face to face with his boyfriend, Draco Malfoy. He looked a bit frightened, but annoyed at the same time, so Harry didn’t stop him when he began to pull him out of the Great Hall.

Once outside, Draco didn’t speak, but merely held up a Gryffindor tie; his Gryffindor tie. Harry looked down at the one he was wearing and realized he was wearing a Slytherin tie. He must have grabbed the wrong one when they were getting dressed. The gasps and strange looks from Ron and Hermione suddenly made sense now. He didn’t know how he didn’t see all the confused glances when he first walked into the hall.

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dating Taehyung

Originally posted by hoseokjimin

important disclaimer: These are assumptions, not facts. please remember that everything I wrote down is my own personal opinion. I do not know Taehyung personally, nor his past relationship experiences, so this is based on my imagination of ‘’realistic’’ only and on how it could be like dating him. If you’re not open to stuff like this, please don’t read. 

jungkook l yoongi l jimin l hoseok l seokjin l namjoon

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Richie and Eddie: *walking down the street holding hands while on a date*

Richie: I don’t think anything can spoil tonight. You’re so beauti—

Henry Bowers: *Comes out of nowhere and blocks their way* Well if it isn’t the quee—AAAHH!!!!

Eddie: *cuts him off mid-sentence by kicking him right in the balls! HARD!* WE’RE ON A DAAAAAATE!!!!!

Henry Bowers: *Falls to the ground paralyzed in pain.*

Eddie: What were you saying, Babe?

Richie: *smiles, beaming with pride.* You’re so beautiful, Eds.

Eddie: Don’t fucking call me that! 

Richie and Eddie: *nonchalantly walk off holding hands.*

'Oh no.'

‘Oh no.’

Tucker hadn’t meant for this to happen. Honestly his tight ass would have paid any amount of money in the world to PREVENT this from happening.

But it had happened. He had looked over at his life long best friend sleeping against his shoulder and had been struck by the very INTIMATE urge to kiss him on his adorable little freckled nose.

This wasn’t a good thing, because said best friend’s GIRLFRIEND was sleeping against his OTHER shoulder, and every time her hair fell across her face he had to nearly bite his own fingers to stop himself from brushing her fringe aside out of her long lashed eyes.

The three of them had sat down for a movie at Sam’s place, it was one of those few calm nights where the ghosts were chilling in the Zone and NOT causing any trouble for once. Danny was absolutely delighted to spend the night with his friends doing something that DIDN’T involve ghosts.

The two lovebirds had sat beside one another on the lounge, holding hands and being, quite frankly, UNBEARABLY adorable. Tucker warned them that he’d sit on them if they didn’t stop being so mushy and things predictably escalated until they were all but a tangle of goofy limbs hanging precariously off the two seater lounge.

By the time Tucker awoke it was late morning and he was seated firmly between Sam and Danny, both having cuddled right up to him in the night, his left arm was warm under Sam’s weight, but his entire right side was borderline numb beneath Danny’s clinging arms. Boy was a leach, he had always been clingy when they shared beds as kids but back then he didn’t have a big ol’ chunk of freezing cold ectoplasm sitting pretty in his chest.

But cold be damned Tucker was squished up with BOTH his crushes practically sleeping on top of him, no force on Earth or in the Zone could possibly make him move right now. He was staying right here where he could stew in his delight and guilt for the rest of eternity.

Until Danny stirred and an arm pressed against his bladder. Heck. He needed to pee, like, really REALLY needed to pee.

Tucker stayed nestled up in the cuddle pile for as long as he could stand it before heaving a sigh so heavy even Thor couldn’t lift it. Somehow he managed to wrangle himself out without waking either of his friends and he waddled to the bathroom to relieve himself.

He could hear his heartbeat in his ears as he stood in the cold tiled room. Why. No seriously, WHY. How in the fresh hell did he manage to fall head over heels not only for ONE of his best friends, but BOTH of them, and to top it off they were both DATING each other. He literally could not have picked a worse scenario.

He could wake up one morning with 'Bad Luck Tuck’ tattooed to his forehead and he still couldn’t possibly feel more unlucky than he did in this instant.

It took all of his willpower not to always end his and Sam’s constant meat vs vegan fights by smooching her on those enticingly smooth cheekbones, and Danny was even WORSE. Every time that asshole so much as SMILED Tucker’s heart would start thumping like it was trying to put him into cardiac arrest, it was just all those freckles and that little chip in his tooth and-

Oh God stooooop. He needed to stop, he needed to stop right the heck now before he became the first human being to pass out from overexposure to adorkableness. Honestly? Fuck his friends for being so cute. This was all their fault, they could at least have considered his feelings before growing up to be so adorably kissable.

He’d tried so hard to deny it to himself, he tried SO hard to fall back out of love with them but after waking up that morning nestled between those two precious asshats he realised that he had lost this battle, and he had lost it HARD.

But, at the very least, living with a superhero as your best friend taught you some pretty useful life skills. One of those skills being how to Lie Like a Motherfucker to Everyone You Care About. So without further ado Tucker washed his hands, took a moment to stare his lovestruck gaze away in the mirror, and went back out to throw a shoe at his best friend’s head for making his arm numb through the night.

He loved his friends, he loved them with everything he had and that was why he could never tell them how he felt.

————

'Oh no.’

Sam was honestly pissed, no scratch that, she was more than pissed. She was FURIOUS. Her rage burned with the intensity of her mother’s artificially whitened teeth, and she couldn’t even take it out on anyone, because the focus of her ire was her own stupid stupid brain.

She had always been equally close to both of her friends, in fact she had only very rarely hung out with one or the other alone, and every time she did it felt just… so uncomfortable. It took a long time to really sort out what that feeling was, but even when she did it made no sense.

It was GUILT, she felt GUILTY. Why did she feel guilty? Danny and Tucker sometimes hung out together without her, and that was fine, she was fine with it, they’d been friends since before she came along, but why couldn’t she do the same?

Every time one of them was over her house without the other it almost felt like she was cheating on someone, and that only got MORE disturbing after she and Danny started dating. Because suddenly? It very well COULD have been cheating.

But it wasn’t. And she kept telling herself it wasn’t. She had never kissed Tucker while she and Danny were dating. They had never even held hands.

But God damn, the realisation that had just struck her was enough to make her want to slap herself for ever becoming such a cliché piece of romance movie tripe.

She had just been sitting there, sipping on her smoothie when Tucker did that Thing. She hated that Thing. That Thing where he’d say something that he knew full well was the vocal equivalent of a tumblr shitpost but he ALSO knew she’d found it fucking hilarious and while she tried her damnedest not to let a smile loose he’d send her a big shit eating grin that made her stomach roll and her tongue feel dry. Yeah, THAT Thing.

She was crushing on Tucker, she was crushing on Tucker so hard. She was head over heels for her best friend, her BOYFRIEND’S best friend. Literally EVERYTHING about this situation was the reason she hated 90% of the movies she ever saw. Love triangles were the worst plague fiction had ever suffered and suddenly she realised it had spread it’s nasty little friendship killing tendrils into her life.

She was determined, however, not to fall into the awful trap that so many would think was inevitable, and she did so by keeping her mouth firmly shut about it. She had the willpower to go face to face against ghosts twice her size, and had been through more than one bout of emotional and mental manipulation by others of the ghostly kind. She was not about to lose this battle with herself and destroy not only her relationship, but also the much more valuable friendship she held with both boys.

Sam got up and gathered everyone’s Nasty Burger food scraps to throw into the bin, taking the brief moment to let her face twist in grief over what she’d have to do. With the rubbish gone and her resolve hardened, she slathered her face in smiles and ease, walking back to the table and acting with the skill and grace of someone who had been lying to protect her best-friend-turned-boyfriend for years. Her true feelings shoved somewhere deep between a pit of self-loathing and the core of her love for the boys she cared more about than anyone on this earth, including herself.

———-

'Oh no.’

Danny was in trouble. Danny was in so so so so SO much trouble.

Honestly? At first he hadn’t even realised he was doing it, Tucker had been his friend for such a long time, it had only seemed natural to invite him out everywhere when he and Sam made plans. But Danny was starting to realise the tension it was causing.

Neither of them said anything but sometimes Danny could pick up on… something. Of course he knew what it was, since he’d started officially dating Sam, Tucker had become somewhat of a third wheel.

Danny had never considered his friend to be out of place or unwanted, but he wasn’t sure Sam felt the same way. Maybe she wanted it just to be the two of them, maybe she just wanted some alone time with her boyfriend. She wouldn’t say anything, Danny figured she didn’t want to seem clingy or harsh but, why else would things suddenly start feeling so… weird?

He tried to make the effort to go on at least a couple dates with Sam without inviting Tucker, but honestly he just couldn’t help but think something was missing, and it really didn’t seem to be helping with Sam’s tension. She tried to hide it, she really did, and it wasn’t as though she was bad at it, Danny just knew her too well. Her and Tucker, he was hiding something too.

And Danny was starting to think he knew what it was. They had NOTICED.

He thought he was doing such a good job keeping his feelings from being too obvious, he was used to acting differently around certain people by now (having an alter ego did that to a guy), but obviously his friends knew him too well.

It might have been the touching, yep, yep it definitely could have been the touching. Danny was an extremely touchy person and his gentle caresses and nuzzles weren’t particularly picky about which friend received them. He definitely remembered a time when he straight up snuggled his face right into Tucker’s neck during what was probably an EXTREMELY un-platonic hug.

Other events on the 'Danny is a two timing doofus’ calendar included:

'Holding hands with both Sam AND Tucker while walking down the street.’

'Very delicately running his fingers over Tucker’s leg one time when he’d thrown them on Danny’s lap and honestly there was absolutely nothing heterosexual about that moment.’

'Every time Tucker laughed so hard he snorted Danny thought his heart would straight up melt into a puddle of goo, and then SAM would start doing that super adorable giggle that she was really self conscious of and her trying not to laugh made her pull this fACE and Tucker would lose his mind and start snorting all over again and-’

Danny had to stop himself right there before his heart completely dissolved because for the love of the Ancients his friends were both way too hecking precious for their own good and he loved them, he loved them sooo much. He loved them both.

And they probably knew it.

And boy that meant he was in deep trouble.

Would Sam break up with him? Would this ruin their friendship? Nobody was SAYING anything but Danny knew that stewing over something like this was just going to lead to an explosion of awkward raging teen angst worthy of a place on an MCR album.

If they weren’t gonna bring it up then Danny would just have to… get it out of the way.

Oh boy, he did not want to do this, nuh uh, no sir, he did not want to be standing in his bedroom shifting uncomfortably before his two beautiful, patient, wonderful friends. He would have loved to be sitting BETWEEN them however he deemed such a position to be quite, how the professionals would say, INA-FUCKING-PROPRIATE considering the subject at hand.

No, standing in front of them was slightly better, only slightly because Danny felt like an absolute nervous piece of half human trash. Maybe he could just jump out the window and throw himself into a dumpster, that would speed things along. He would probably end up there by the end of this conversation anyway.

He decided to just do it, stop beating around the blood blossom bush and just get it DONE. Unfortunately Danny hadn’t practiced what he was going to say beforehand, so when he finally resolved to just blurt it all out he literally did… just that.

“I’VE GOTTA HUGE CRUSH ON TUCKER AND I DUNNO WHAT TO DO ABOUT IT.”

By the time his brain caught up to his words his dumpster diving plan was sounding significantly more appealing. There was probably some kind of banana skin pun he could have used there but he was far too stressed to figure it out.

Tucker didn’t respond, he appeared to be trying to bury his face into his hat. A kind of wheezing noise was coming out of him, Danny couldn’t tell if it was a good sound or a bad sound. Sam let out a long breath that whistled between her lip piercings.

“Holy shit me too.”

The Tucker sound continued, raising to a nearly imperceptible level. Danny was just beginning to think it might have been a Bad sound when Tucker pulled his face back into the world, his glasses were all fogged up but he stopped making the noise.

Sam and Danny both waited for him to say actual words but Tucker.exe seemed to have stopped working. Once he’d gained his breath he was back to wheezing into his hat. Sam hesitantly put a hand on his back.

“Are you actually okay or are you like, dying?”

Muffled words were said into the hat, none of which could be repeated around children. Danny was juuuust about to start attempting to will himself into spontaneous combustion when he recognised a very distinct sound emanating from the hat.

Snorting, Tucker was snorting like a god damn pig. Danny’s shaky legs gave out below him and he sat on the floor, shoving his face into the carpet as he laughed along with his best friend. He didn’t know what was happening right now, but he was Having Emotions and the floor just seemed like the right place for that.

Also he needed to look somewhere that wasn’t Sam. She was trying not to laugh and she was pulling That Face and Danny just couldn’t handle it right now and really the floor was great why didn’t he spend more time here.

Tucker felt as though he was finally ready to leave the comforting world of Hat Land and face the unbeLIEVABLE realisation that all of his dreams had just come true in a ten second span of time, he felt like he had just been blessed by the gods, his skin was clear, his crops were flourishing and world peace had been established. Today was a good day to start ugly sobbing in front of the two most important people in his life.

“I love both you guys too!!” Tucker half laughed, half cried, and then just straight up cried, “I’ve wa-wanted to smooch you both sooo bad for like, MONTHS!”

The moment his snorting turned to sobbing he was immediately accosted by a pair of equally snotty emotional wrecks. Danny, still on the floor, had plopped his head on Tucker’s lap and just started balling his eyes out, like he was really going for gold in 'Most Tears Shed on One Lap’. Sam, on the other hand, had commandeered Tucker’s upper half for a simple bone breaking, teary hug.

The next few hours were just chock full of used tissues, an inappropriate amount of snacks and some deep, heartfelt discussions about what the fuck their relationship was gonna be.

Honestly they were just happy to be so open and at ease with one another again, the sun poured into Danny’s bedroom window as the three of them dozed in the warm pool of light. Laying across one another, their imagined boundaries finally broken, they could finally talk shit about each other for making them feel so mushy.

——

“Oh NO.”

Paulina said out loud at the scene before her. Those three dorks were sitting together at their usual lunch table, all bunched up ridiculously close together and if she wasn’t mistaken she had just seen Danny turn around and KISS TUCKER ON THE MOUTH while Sam, his GIRLFRIEND, just watched?!

“Oh yes.” Star deadpanned, not seeming too fazed by the weirdness happening before her.

“I didn’t think those three could get any more confusing, but I have no idea what’s happening over there right now.” Paulina sat back in her chair, arms crossed.

“Really?” Star raised an eyebrow. “You seriously didn’t see this coming? Those three,” she pointed with a delicately painted pink nail, “have been perfect polygamy material for like, three years.”

“Perfect what material?” Paulina’s face was all scrunched up in confusion, her little nose wrinkled up and her lips pursed in just the cutest little pout-

Star’s stomach fluttered alarmingly.

'Oh no.’

More Poly Relationship Headcanons

-An A/O/O relationship in which the Omegas heats sync up and the whole time during preheat they are very attached and clingy with each other, instinctively seeking comfort from one another and the Alpha loves walking into a room and finding the two all tangled up together and sleeping soundly or when they hold hands and nuzzle each other’s scent glands just while walking around the house. The Alpha doesn’t even feel jealous or left out because they know after a couple of days both of the omegas’ clinginess and dependency will be directed at them but in the meantime they will be content with each other while the Alpha makes sure they have everything they’ll need for the upcoming heats

-An A/A/O relationship and one Alpha does something that upsets the Omega which then sets off the other Alpha’s protective instincts which results in a heated argument between the two who completely forget about the presence of the Omega until the room is drenched in distressed pheromones and quiet whimpers draw their attention to the trembling Omega in the corner. They both instantly shift into comfort mode and begin assuring their Omega that they won’t fight anymore, though the glares they exchange over the Omega’s head indicate that the issue will probably come up again later…just not around their mate

-An A/B/O relationship in which the Beta sometimes goes through phases of being depressed and questioning their role within the relationship. The Alpha and Omega always picking up on the slight shift in the Beta’s scent and proceeding to cling and fuss and reassure the Beta of their bond until the Beta is content again

-An A/O/O relationship in which one of the Omegas is pregnant and put on bed rest as their due date draws closer. The Omega quickly becoming unhappy and agitated from being cooped up so the Alpha and the other Omega try to distract and comfort their mate. The Alpha crooning and massaging the Omega’s feet while the other Omega curls as close to the distressed Omega as possible and soothingly plays with their hair while gently pressing the distressed Omega’s nose against their neck, knowing that their own sweet Omega scent will help to ease their mate’s discomfort a bit

-An A/B/O relationship in which the Alpha behaves more like a Beta, the Beta has more of an Alpha presence and the Omega loves them both and always reassures them whenever other people criticize their roles and behaviours

-An A/A/O relationship in which it’s the Omega’s first time going through a heat with their new mates so during preheat week their emotions are all over the place and the Alphas are just trying to keep up. The Omega constantly cuddling and purring with one Alpha while teasing and testing the other Alpha whom they’ve instinctively recognized as the more dominant of the two. But when the dominant Alpha actually tries to act on the provocation and teasing the Omega bursts into tears and latches on tightly to the less dominant Alpha and honestly the week couldn’t end soon enough as far as the Alphas are concerned

-An A/O/O relationship and one of the Alpha’s favorite things is when the three of them go out places and both Omegas grab a hand and hold on tightly the whole time they are out. The Alpha being tugged slightly in two different directions every time one of the Omegas excitedly pulls them over to look at something

-An A/B/O relationship in which the Alpha always pouts because the Beta is taller than them and the Omega (lovingly) teases them about it while the Beta always feels slightly guilty for being tall even though they really can’t do anything about it. The Alpha and Omega sometimes have to reassure them that they are just kidding and that they really do love how tall they are

-An A/A/O relationship in which the Omega is pregnant and trying to deal with not one but two very overprotective Alphas and after a few weeks of being insistently carried around the house by one and having the other constantly questioning/controlling all of their food choices, the Omega finally just locks both Alphas out of the bedroom and contentedly eats cheese sticks and pudding cups in bed while listening to the Alphas outside the door going from trying to coax the Omega out to accusing each other of being too clingy and upsetting them

-An A/A/O relationship and the Alphas low-key betting on whose clothes and stuff the Omega is going to go after first during their preheat when they start nesting. The Omega eventually finding out about the little game and being torn between feeling amused or offended and then stubbornly trying not to take either of the Alphas possessions during their next preheat…they break down after an hour though and begrudgingly start pulling things out of hampers and closets while ignoring the smug but fond expressions on their mates faces

me: can i be any softer for joshua?
joshua: :)
me: turns out i can

Come Back to Me (Part Seven)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes
Genre: Neutral
Warnings: Mention of Claustrophobia, Lockdown and Assault Mentioned
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten

Originally posted by mrs-tomholland

The field trip was boring, to say the least. It was an art museum, and although you loved looking at art, you had been to this museum more times than you could count. Peter had, too.

But still, you feigned interest in the same pieces you had seen before. They used to amaze you, but now they simply bored you. The class had been organized into groups of ten when you got off the bus, and somehow, you had ended up in the same group as Peter and Ned. You weren’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. At least you had Michelle with you, but she was never much of a talker.

As your group made their way through the museum, occasionally bumping into other groups along the way, you began to zone out. You thought of a world where you and Peter could end up together, where he felt the same way about you that you felt about him.

You thought about holding his hand while walking down the halls at school, about going to the next homecoming dance together. You thought about him kissing you goodbye at the end of the night before he webbed across buildings to get back to his apartment.

You wished it were real, so badly. And maybe it could be, one day, but you knew it was unrealistic. You were sure that Peter was still hung up on Liz, even after all these months. But maybe after he got over her, there was that chance, that he would see what he was missing. Maybe he would see that he was missing you.

A siren went off, breaking you out of your thoughts. You frantically looked around with wide eyes, and you noticed the rest of your group was doing the same. The speakers of the museum crackled overhead, signaling someone was about to speak.

“The museum is on lockdown. I repeat, the museum is on lockdown. There is an active assault outside of the museum. Please stay calm and stay where you are.”

A few gasps sounded from your classmates, but you simply stood there with wide eyes, finding it hard to breathe. You had been in too many dangerous situations in the past month for your liking. You began to think of being trapped under the shelves, not being able to move and screaming for help.

Your shoulders hunched, almost as if you were caving in on yourself. You looked down at the ground, trying to control your breathing before it got out of hand. You wanted to go home. You should’ve stayed home.

“Alright, kids,” you heard the slightly panicked voice of your chaperone say, “let’s all move into the corner.”

“But the person said to stay where you are!” A random kid shouted out. 

“They meant stay in the room. Just move into the corner,” the chaperone said, motioning to you guys to move. 

The ten of you cluttered into the corner, five leaning against each wall with the chaperone standing in front of you, his back to you guys. You ended up squished between Peter and Michelle, and although you desperately wanted to lean into your best friend for comfort, you found yourself leaning towards Michelle instead. 

“Stay quiet,” your chaperone added, his back still facing the ten of you.

You glanced around at your classmates quickly, noticing they were just as afraid as you were. They were shaking, and some were darting their eyes around the room frantically while others clenched their eyes shut. Even Michelle looked unsettled. 

You took a quick look at Peter from the corner of your eye to see him not looking scared nor fine, but antsy. You knew it was because he wanted to pull his suit on and run out of the museum to apprehend the attacker, but he couldn’t, not while trapped in this room. He couldn’t leave. You were thankful for it, not wanting one more thing to freak out about in this moment.

You faced your head back down, closing your eyes and leaning your forehead against your knees. You breathed deeply, evening your breaths to stay calm. You wouldn’t think of all the possible things that could go wrong. You wouldn’t.

(You were thinking about all the possible things that could go wrong.) 

“Hey,” you heard a whisper from next to you. You looked up, opening your eyes again and looking at Peter. His eyebrows were furrowed—a frequent look on him—and he was staring at you intently.

“What?” You whispered, staring at him back. 

“Are you okay?” He asked.

So he had noticed something was wrong.

“Yeah,” you gave him a tight smile and looked down at your lap. You knew that if he could analyze your face, he would see that something is wrong.

Apparently he could tell anyways, because he leaned closer to your ear, saying, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, Pete, I’m fine,” you stayed looking at your lap, knowing that if you turned your head, his face would be right in front of you. That was a dangerous position to be in.

“I don’t believe you,” he said, still speaking into your ear. “I know you, (Y/N). Something is wrong.”

You sighed deeply. You hated him in that moment, as he told you how well he knew you and how he could so easily tell something was wrong. But no, you didn’t, because you loved him, you loved him, you loved him.

You wouldn’t lie to yourself. You loved how well he knew you.

“Just nervous. Something bad could happen,” you said. You turned your head to look at him, and sucked in a quick breath of air when you noticed the very small amount of space between your faces.

“You don’t have to be nervous,” Peter said, not moving back. His eyes stared into yours. You almost didn’t hear his words, the thoughts in your mind screaming too loudly. You love him, you love him, you love him.

His nose nearly touched yours, and you could see every detail on his face being this close to him. You wanted to lean closer, lean that smallest bit forward, but you wouldn’t. You couldn’t.

“I’ll protect you,” he finished, and your heart leapt in your chest at the words. 

It was moments like this when you would think about if that world that existed somewhere, where you and Peter ended up together, could be this world.

“Yeah,” was the only thing you could manage as you found yourself admiring his eyes, his nose, his face. 

He was beautiful, and in that moment, you were so sure that you were in love with him. 

You weren’t doubting that you did before, but now, in such a close proximity to him as he whispered words to you that meant so much more than he could ever know, you loved him. 

You thought you would always love him.

Peter finally looked away, leaning back and directing his eyes to look down at his lap. You looked away, too, down at your lap as well, biting your lip to keep a smile from breaking out on your face.

But then you looked up, remembering where you were, in lockdown at a museum, hoping for an assaulter to not make it through the front doors. You stiffened immediately, your sudden movement brushing your shoulder against Peter’s.

You felt a hand clasp around yours, and you looked down to your side to see Peter gently linking his hand with your hand, placing his fingers in between yours. He didn’t look at you, nor you at him, but as he squeezed your hand lightly, you tightened your grip on his hand.

He’ll protect you. He’ll protect you. He’ll protect you.

And with an ounce of hope in your heart, you let yourself think, Maybe that was his way of saying ‘I love you.’

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RFA with an MC who is seeing colour for the first time!

inspired by one of @anyway-i-love-vanderwood minor trio reactions (because I have no requests and I honestly think this is the cutest idea). 

I made this an MC with complete colour blindness- also known as achromatopsia- which is the most severe form of colour blindness and results in seeing only in monochrome (black and white). 

Yoosung: 

✮ you both got your eye surgeries at the same time 
✮ he was so excited to see you completely and he was smiling so wide as you both saw each other in the waiting room of the clinic 
✮ you haven’t said anything yet 
✮ he asks you what you’re thinking about 
✮ you just 
✮ “your eyes. what colour are they?” 
✮ ‘they’re purple’ “I love them. I love purple.” 
✮ is blushing so hard and he just hugs you super hard 
✮ holds your hand while you slowly walk outside 
✮ he doesn’t wanna overwhelm you 
✮ gets excited with you as you run around looking at everything
✮ he cries a lil he’s just so happy for you 

Jaehee:

✎ you decided to surprise her at work with a really colourful outfit (that, admittedly, looks a little ridiculous) 
✎ it takes you a while to get to the cafe because ‘wow! those flowers are so pretty’ ‘what colour is that person’s shirt?’ 
✎ when she sees you she’s kinda surprised because you don’t usually wear colours because you don’t know what they actually look like 
✎ she goes up to you and is like ‘MC your outfit is very… different’ 
✎ but you’re smile is bigger than your face 
✎ and you say that the colour of the walls is very nice 
✎ ‘yeah, thanks’ 
✎ doesn’t realise at first 
✎ you just stand there staring at her for a while until she gets it 
✎ ‘wait,,,, whAT’ 
✎ hugs you and spins you around 
✎ is super giddy when you tell her you love her eyes 

Zen: 

✽ is sitting in front of you 
✽ you’re looking around like ‘woah wtf’ 
✽ and he’s like ‘MC look at me! look at me!’ 
✽ because that’s just what he’s like 
✽ you look at him with bright eyes 
✽ and then,,, ‘your hair is the same’ 
✽ is kinda disheartened until you grab his face and just stare really closely at his eyes 
✽ ‘woahhhh’
✽ ‘what colour are you eyes?’ 
✽ he’s super excited and proud when he tells you they’re red
✽ admires your amazed expression as you kinda tilt his head to look at different perspective 
✽ is so excited to take you everywhere and loves how excited you get 
✽ tries to brag to all his fellow actors that you can now see colour 
✽ and they don’t really get it?? 
✽ and zen just realises how everyone takes colour for granted~~ 

Jumin:

₩ he paid for the surgery 
₩ of course 
₩ when you see him you’re like ???
₩ ‘jumin it didn’t work??!’ yikes 
₩ he’s like ‘wtf are you talking about i will SUE THIS HOSPITAL’ 
₩ then the doctor comes in with a colour chart and you’re like 
₩ ‘oh,,,’
₩ ‘oHH’
₩ and then look back at jumin and you’re like 
₩ ‘your hair and eyes are black,,, you’re still as beautiful as I remember!!’
₩ and he’s just ‘omggg’
₩ holds your hand and lets you drag him around 
₩ LOVES WALKING THROUGH HIS GARDEN WITH YOU 
₩ IT’S HIS FAVOURITE ACTIVITY EVER 
₩ he loves listening to you rant on about all the colours and how pretty they are 
₩ even if he already knows 
₩ he admires how beautifully you describe everything 

Seven/Saeyoung:

⌨  made you a pair of those sunglasses (i have no idea if this would work with full colour blindness but,,, we’re doin it anyway) 
⌨  he puts them on you while you’re sitting face to face 
⌨  you have your eyes closed when he’s putting them on and then open them after
⌨  you practically lunge at him 
⌨  he yells he was not expecting that 
⌨  you just kind of stroke his hair and lie on him looking at it 
⌨  he is s h o o k 
⌨  he thought you were cute before?
⌨  bAM 
⌨  cuteness level x38927839257
⌨  he doesn’t really wanna go outside so he’s like 
⌨  ‘my monitor is super HD you can just see all the colours in the comfort of our house!’ 
⌨  you drag him outside 
⌨  he decides that it was definitely worth it 
⌨  he gets excited with you 
⌨  you’re like ‘the grass is so… gREEN?!’ 
⌨  and he like forgets what the world was like and goes ‘omg yOU’RE RIGHT’ 
⌨  ‘seven why did you get glasses like that?’ 
⌨  immediately tries to take the glasses off 


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Title: “Spoiler Alert”

Pairings: Prinxiety and (blink and you’ll miss it ) Logicality.

Fandom: Sanders Sides [Thomas Sanders]

Sumarry: AU where the first words your soulmates say to you are written on your skin. Roman never expected to find his soulmate this way. (Human AU)

A/N: this is inspired by that post going around on tumblr about what if your soulmate spoiled something for you and it just got away from me. Please forgive the errors. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Being a self proclaimed romantic, Roman has always been in love with the concept of soulmates. He would listen and gush over the stories of his loved ones and how they met the people destined for them.

But when it comes to his own…he was only confused.

“I knew that Hans was a bad guy.”

Those words were on his skin since the moment he was born. They were imprinted on him, the first words he’ll hear his soulmate say, and he has no idea what they mean.

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