how are you honestly this gorgeous

“The doors of Durin, Lord of Moria, speak friend and enter"

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By now you’ve probably gathered that I’m a big Tolkien fan. So when this set of The Lord of the Rings, featuring custom “Doors of Durin” dust jackets arrived on Saturday from @juniperbooks, there was definitely a pig squeal involved.

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The books themselves are made by Houghton Mifflin with gorgeous Tengwar embossing on the front and spines BUT THERE ARE FOLD-OUT MAPS OF MIDDLE-EARTH IN THE BACK OF EACH BOOK. (I actually made my husband stop what he was doing and come unfold the maps with me when I discovered their existence, because it was one of those things you need to do with someone.)

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They are pretty big maps, and they are gorgeous. (by now you’ve probably also gathered how I feel about maps) I will definitely show the maps in another post soon.

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There is something really amazing about owning a beautiful set of books that really mean something to you. (just as much as the old set that you’ve read one million times and is falling apart.) It’s like having a beautiful gown hanging in the closet next to your favorite, worn pair of jeans.

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Honestly an all around special set of books and custom covers by @juniperbooks.

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The Doors of Durin, also known as the West-gate, the West-door of Moria, or Elven Door, were built into the Walls of Moria in the dark cliffs of the Silvertine, and formed the western entrance to the great Dwarven city of Khazad-dum.

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The Elven Door was constructed in cooperation between Dwarves and Elves, sometime between S.A. 750 and 1500.It was the two greatest craftsmen of the Second Age, the Elf and Lord of Eregion, Celebrimbor, and the dwarf Narvi who built the Doors.These were the days before the Dark Years of Sauron’s dominion in Middle-earth, and the friendship between Elven and Dwarven kingdoms was a rare and special event. During this peaceful time the Doors stood open, allowing unfettered trade. But during the War of the Elves and Sauron (in S.A. 1697) the Doors were sealed shut after Hollin fell to Sauron’s forces.

Six Ryder & Vetra Nyx

“Hey, I just shoot the guns.”
“You know that’s my line, right?”

Tol meme Pathfinder with her tol turian gf :’) How Vetra puts up with all of Six’s crazy shenanigans, we’ll never know…

I got the chance to commission the awesome @projectnelm for this gorgeous art of Six and Vetra! Ahhhhhh! ;A; Thank you so much <3 She was such a pleasure to work with! Please consider commissioning her if you get the chance!!

Sokovian cuddles

Anon request:

Hi there! I’m in love with your blog, and I know that there are a lot of specifically Pietro blogs, but I love your style, so I was wondering if you could do something of Pietro? Maybe it’s movie night and the reader never told anybody she liked to cuddle but Pietro kinda offers and he can’t stop staring at her and saying cute things then they fall asleep together all tangled. Idk I just need FLUFF!


A/N: I’ve changed the ‘never told anybody she liked to cuddle’ to ‘haven’t been cuddled for ages’ - I hope you still like it?


Word count: 1.4k


Warnings: none, this is pure sweet fluff.

Originally posted by deanimagines67



Another movie night, another rom-com on the agenda. How delightful, You thought to yourself. Everyone around you is either loved up or is having a casual friends-with-benefits arrangement. Meanwhile you’re stuck in the Avengers Tower, the rarest creature of them all - a singleton.

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I still can’t believe I was Straight™ for like fourteen years, I look back on it and just ??? How??? Child, did you never see a girl? And nonbinary folks are like legit ethereal deities, how did you survive not knowing you were pansexual how

Beauty Magic

I want to talk a little bit about beauty magic.
WARNING: LONG POST AHEAD.

Originally posted by 365daysofwhitegirl

To make a long, sad story short, I always hated looking in the mirror because I hated what I saw. I thought I was an ugly fuck and I’d avoid the mirror as much as I could to not see who was staring back at me. When I came upon witchcraft, overtime, I realized that I was neglecting myself of being who I am, beautiful. 

I really love incorporating magic into what can make me feel beautiful and empowered and the way I do so is by using music beauty magic to aid me while I take showers, put on makeup, get dressed, etc. It has helped me see that I am truly beautiful for who I am with flaws and all, and I would like to share with you that you too are just as beautiful as I. We are beautiful.

Lets take this one step at a time: 

Morning Slumps to Magic Mornings

For me, this is one of the hardest parts of my day. I look like hell; makeup smeared, hair in knots and messy, clothes twisted, goop in eyes, morning breath, I mean, mornings are just not my thing and I have truly felt disgusting while working my way up to getting ready. While thinking to myself how gross I am, it made me less ambitious and made me less willing to look past what I found ugly. So as I brushed my teeth, took a shower, and got ready for my day I already had in mind how ugly I am by focusing on the negative. Thoughts are SO powerful and what we think is what we will see.

Beauty Magic Tip One:
Make a playlist called “Beauty” or a title that makes you feel empowered/beautiful. Have your coffee, eat your breakfast, whatever your routine is. Make your playlist and only put in songs that make you feel beautiful, music that makes you feel sexy, and strong. When you are finished with your morning routine, brush your teeth, and when you are done turn on your playlist. Take a shower while you have that playlist going and think about how beautiful you are and how strong your are.

BONUS:

  • If you sing the songs as you shampoo/condition/wash your body you are washing that beauty all over you and having it soak into your pores and washing off any negativity that lingers. You don’t have to sing, only do if you are comfortable with it. 
  • If you are a witch who can’t be open with your magic this is a great way to do beauty magic since you are alone (well, assuming, haha) in the shower. The most you have to worry about is having someone ask you to turn down the music or tell you to stop singing in case you are too loud.
  • If you are a spoonie witch this is a great way to do powerful magic because all you need is your thoughts and a playlist for your tools (and your voice if you choose to sing).

NOTES:

  • Based off of experience (I take hot ass showers) your electronics can get ruined in warm and humid places overtime if you have them in the bathroom with you, if so, make sure that you keep the bathroom well ventilated. 
  • I hate to admit it but sometimes while I am showering and I get really into a song and I dance a bit (fuck can’t believe I admitted it but moving past, haha) just please be careful. There have been a couple times where I have almost fallen, haha.

Beauty Magic Tip Two: 
While you get ready for your day (doing your hair, getting dressed, putting on your makeup) have your Beauty playlist going on and think about how beautiful you are and sexy you are. This can aid in getting you energized for the day ahead. 

BONUS: 

  • If you would like, while you get ready and listen to your encouraging music keep a rose quartz on/near you. This can add that little extra oompf. 
  • Again, a great way to incorporate magic if you are one who can’t be open with your craft. Who is going to tell you that you can’t listen to music and get ready at the same time? 
  • If you are a spoonie witch this is a great way to do powerful magic because all you need is your thoughts and a playlist for your tools (and your voice if you choose to sing). 

NOTES: 

  • This is just me personally but I can’t sing and put on makeup, that ends in the result of stabbing myself in the eye, haha. Be careful dearie! 
  • Rose quartz is one of many crystals that can be used to add a little extra loving energy / beauty magic. If you feel connected to another crystal that makes you feel beautiful use it! 
  • If you are a spoonie witch don’t overwhelm yourself. Chronic pain can sometimes get the better where you can’t get ready like you want for your day, and that’s okay. All you need are your positive thoughts and have your playlist going, you are beautiful.

Afternoon Blues to Swingin’ Days

Afternoons are where I feel the most sluggish because its the middle of the day and I am still busy doing my shit (cleaning, working, so forth). Afternoons can feel as if they drag on because you are waiting for the work/school day to be over with so you can go home and chill the fuck out. 

Beauty Magic Tip Three:  
While your are working/in school and you have a moment to yourself just think about how gorgeous you are. Keep a positive attitude about yourself because words and thoughts are powerful. 

BONUS:

  • You can bring along with you a self love spell jar/sigil/crystals along with you to work/school and keep it tucked away in your purse/wallet/backpack where ever as long as it is on your personally. 
  • All you need for this are your thoughts and positive vibes. Great for spoonie witches. 

NOTES: 

  • You can honestly do this whenever throughout the day since all you need are your thoughts. I just like doing this while in the middle of my day because it is a gentle reminder that I am beautiful no matter what I am doing.
  • Again, use any kind of crystal that resonates with you and beauty. 

Beauty Magic Tip Four: 
When the day is finally over and you are on your way home put on that playlist and sing your heart out. 

NOTES: 

  • If you are underage and aren’t driving yourself and have to ride the bus or carpool with others but still want to listen to your playlist on your way home, plug in your headphones. You don’t have to sing, singing is just a bonus. Listen to the music, let yourself feel beautiful. 
  • If you are driving yourself home, (this is just me personally) but I crank up the music and sing my ass off bring in the loving vibes after a long day. 

Gloomy Evenings to Enchanting Nights

I love nighttime. For me, it’s the time to really get connected with my being. The stars shine down on our hearts showing us that glitter of beauty that we each carry. We are all apart of the universe, that beauty is always within us as long as we are willing to open our eyes and see the natural beauty that we hold.

Beauty Magic Tip Five: 
Nighttime shower, read Beauty Magic Tip One along with notes and bonus section. This method can be applied to night and morning showers. 

Beauty Magic Tip Six: 
Magical baths allow us to soak in the properties of whatever kind of magic we are doing. Fill your bath up with water, add bubbles if you would like, and before you get in put on your Beauty playlist. Instead of singing, just listen. Let the words soak into your pores as the water will do. 

BONUS

  • You can add candles, herbs, essential oils, incenses, crystals around your bath that are related to beauty/loving energies. 
  • A great way for witches who can’t be open about their craft to do magic because you are taking a bath, you can say you just need to relax after a long day. 
  • Awesome for spoonie witches. You are soaking in the tub of your beauty and all you need is your thoughts and playlist going.  

NOTES:

  • If you are using essential oils/herbs make sure you DO YOUR RESEARCH. Don’t use anything that can be harmful for your body.
  • If you are using crystals make sure you DO YOUR RESEARCH. Don’t use any crystals that will dissolve in water, or can’t be near water, or that can make your water toxic in case accidents happen. 
  • It’s best that you don’t have your phone on your during this bath. Focus on yourself, on your beauty, and all the love you should be giving to yourself.
  • Personally, when I do this I don’t like to sing (and I love singing, haha). One, because it is nighttime and people in the house are asleep. Two, because I like to completely lose myself in the bath and relax. So keep the music low and peaceful so you can soak up all that beautiful energy.
  • Don’t have your electronic on the edge of the tub while your music is going. Personally, I use my phone (its an iPhone, all my music is there) and I don’t know about you but I am a clumsy fucker and I can’t afford losing that shit, haha. So keep your music going somewhere in ear shot (on the vanity or on a shelf in your bathroom, wherever water won’t damage your electronics.)

Beauty Magic Tip Seven:
I have acne issues and they bug the shit out of me but it doesn’t mean I’m not beautiful. So before I go to bed I wash my face (with lavender soap) and put on a special remedy I personally make to get rid of my acne. After your shower or before you go to bed, washing your face is a BIG helper to keep yourself beautiful. Keep a special towel that is specifically used for washing your face. Cleaning your face with some water and soap that is proper for your skin can do you wonders. While you wash your face think how powerful you are and how beautiful you are.

BONUS: 

  • If you have acne and are curious about my remedy watch this video to see how I do it.
  • You can have your Beauty playlist going on as you wash your face, adding that that extra oompf of gorgeous to your magic. 
  • This is a great way to incorporate magic if you are one who can’t be open with your craft. If someone asks what you are doing all you have to say is that you are taking care of yourself, which, well you are!

NOTES: 

  • If you are using the acne remedy of mine make sure that you are able to use it. It contains tea tree essential oil, not everyone can use that for their skin so please DO YOUR RESEARCH. I am not responsible for if something goes wrong because I am warning you now what works for me may not work for you, so test the waters and make sure you use ingredients that are safe for your skin.
  • While washing your face keep your electronics away from you if you are playing your Beauty playlist as you wash your face. This is just from personal experience but I am a messy fucker when it comes to washing my face. I wish I could be as graceful as those ladies on TV splashing water on my face with no effort, but yeah, this is real life and water gets EVERYWHERE. So, if you are like me, keep that in mind if you want your music playing. 
  • You don’t have to have music going, it’s optional. I just love music and incorporate it with anything magical I do. 
  • This can be overwhelming for spoonie witches (especially if you are one who has chronic pain in hands/wrists) because you are in motion washing your face so do what you can, if it is too painful to do then I recommend not doing this.

Beauty Magic Tip Eight: 
As you are laying in bed, right before you fall asleep say out loud, in your head, or whisper “I shine bright like my brothers and sisters of the night sky.” or “I am beautiful.” 

BONUS: 

  • Sleep with a rose quartz crystal to have the beauty of yourself always be with you, even in your dreams. 

NOTES: 

  • You can honestly say anything you’d like before you fall asleep, the two examples I provided are just ones that I say. Anything along the lines to you being beautiful will bring you beauty and charm. 
  • You don’t have to use rose quartz. If you connect to another crystal that provides you the same beautiful/loving energies use it!

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I wanted to save these for the very end. 

  • Beauty magic isn’t so that others will see you and think “Holy fuck, they are SO beautiful. I MUST HAVE THEM.” It isn’t like that. This kind of magic is about you seeing yourself as beautiful. 
  • Regarding your playlist, you can have ANY music that makes YOU feel beautiful. If the song makes you feel strong, sexy, beautiful, charming, empowered, whatever go ahead and use it! 

This is just a taste of music from my personal Beauty Playlist to help you get an idea: 
Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton, Sugar Magnolia by Grateful Dead, She Is Beautiful by Andrew W.K., Oh Pretty Woman by Roy Orbison, Lovingest Woman In Town by Albert King, Humans by The Scene Aesthetic, My Little Girl by The Jeff Healey Band, Cigarettes and Coffee by Otis Redding.

Like I said, you can use whatever kind of music you want as long as you feel beautiful. (Don’t be rude, please don’t give me any shit for my taste in music.)
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So there we have it, a list of different ways you can incorporate beauty magic within your lives, and yes I know most of the tips have something to do with music but I am someone who incorporates music into everything I do magically. 

I hope you all enjoyed this post and if you use these tips, let me know how it works for you and tell me what you added to make it your personal style.

Stay beautiful darlin’.

Much Love,
Adrianna 😘  

Can I just take a moment to appreciate the Sterek fandom?

Round of applause to you all because you guys are amazing.

I just can’t believe how far we’ve actually come. Seriously. We started out so little, barely any shippers, barely any Sterek dedicated blogs, accounts, etc. (well, at least in the first few episodes because this fandom grew pretty fast). We had little fics, little arts. Can you honestly believe that there was once a day where Sterek only had 100 fics, a handful of art and a couple hundred shippers? Because I fucking cannot. 6 years later and there’s 46k+ fics, thousands of gorgeous arts, fanmixes, many dedicated blogs and accounts, thousands and thousands of stans and events guys, so many Sterek events that only help broadcast even more of what this fandom has to offer.

Guys, we’ve expanded so much throughout the years. Our fandom has grown rapidly and we just keep building up.

And don’t even get me started on how much we’ve been through. Because we have been through so much together. We’ve been slammed for wanting to see these characters together, we’ve constantly been told that “Sterek is non-existent” and “Sterek will never happen,” yet we’re still here.

We’ve been used by Jeff and tossed out by the network and the show. We’ve seriously been through more than any other fandom ever associated with Teen Wolf, but you know what’s beautiful? We only kept going.

We literally gave a bunch of “fuck you"s to everyone who’s ever spoken down on us by continuing to progress the way we are. We’ve been so successful in creating something that we never even dreamed of becoming this big.

Hell, people who don’t even watch the show ship Sterek! That’s how amazing this fandom is. That’s how talented and dedicated we are.

And no one can even argue against the dedicated part, because regardless of all the constant hate we’ve received, we continued on and progressed. Guys, we’re so dedicated that we made our. own. fandom! We made our own fandom guys! How insane is that?

And in all honesty, I know it may suck sometimes, thinking about how we were baited and all, but don’t let that be a bother. We still got something great from all of it, many things actually. And also, the joke is all on Jeff because when his show is done, we’ll still be here!

We really are victorious, honestly. And no one can ever make me think differently.

This fandom is filled with so many strong, talented and absolutely amazing people. And yes, like every other fandom and ship, this one has its issues, but we always make things work and I think that’s truly beautiful.

We are still this massive group of people who have yet to falter in our constant expansion. We are still this group of people who are incredibly devoted and we are still this group of people who still have yet to come to a dead end in all we do.

I honestly couldn’t have asked to be part of a better fandom. I know it sounds like all talk, but I’m serious guys.

We may not have gotten canon, but I think we still got more than a lot of other fandoms. Friendships flourished, some talents were discovered and some talents were strengthened, creativity continues to blossom throughout this entire fandom, support is a constant thing, we’ve got people to lean on. We’ve got each other and we’ve got these two beautiful characters with all this potential that we used and created into what it is today.

There aren’t enough words to describe how much I love this fandom!

And from here on, we’ll just keep growing. So thank you all so much, thank you for all of it. And special thanks to the first person in this fandom who ever brought up Sterek because I’m pretty certain that is a major factor in the growth of our fandom.

You guys are astonishing, and I appreciate all of you so much.

This fandom, to me, is pretty God damn iconic. And every single person in it has been a part of what makes Sterek and the fandom itself as astounding as they are.

So round of applause to us all!

Dating Draco Malfoy Would Include...

Originally posted by legendrarrymalfoy

***not my gif

~ Him telling you how beautiful and smart you are every two seconds

~ “You’re so bloody gorgeous, darling. Honestly, you could tone it down a bit. You’re making me look bad.”  

~ Doing homework by the Black Lake on nice days

~ Him sneaking into your dorm late at night 

~ Stealing his clothes 

~ He would complain about it but secretly think it was so attractive

~ He would show you off with so much confidence

~ Going to every Quidditch match and cheering on Draco (even if you’re in a different house)

~ Him ordering Crabbe and Goyle to get things for you 

~ Them hating you

~ Holding hands during long walks around Hogsmeade

~ Draco would be so confident in you and believe you could do anything you set your mind to. It would just be so encouraging. 

~ Narcissa would frequently steal you away and Draco would be so annoyed

~ Professors taking points from Slytherin and your house for PDA

~ So mUCH PDA

~ Sneaking into the kitchens well after midnight and cooking five course meals 

~ Draco would be such a good cook omg

~ Narcissa would’ve taught him how

~ Holding hands under the table during class

~ When Draco became prefect, he would give detention to anyone that so much as looked at you wrong

~ After dating Draco for a while you would turn into such a badass just like him

~ He would be so proud

~ Going to the Yule Ball together

~ Him loving dancing with you after that

~ Draco would tease you all the time

~ Christmas at Malfoy Manor

~ Baths in the prefect bathroom

~ Stupid pick up lines

~ “Are you a snitch?” 

~ “What?” 

~ “Because you’re the greatest catch here.” 

~ “Hey, Y/N? I don’t need ‘accio’ to make you come.” 

~ Really good sex

~ Sneaking firewhiskey into the Slytherin Tower

~ Draco would be so touchy 

~ SMIRKS 

~ He would obsessively make sure you’re content 

~ “Y/N, are you cold? Do you want some butterbeer?” 

~ “No, I’m fine. Thanks, though.” 

~ “Here babe, take my scarf. Crabbe, go get two butterbeers.”

~ Watching the Black Lake from the common room and pointing out all the creatures

~ Him taking you on broom rides and doing crazy tricks to impress you

~ Which usually scares the hell out of you

~ But you loved being in the sky

~ Harry Potter would not be allowed to even breathe in your general direction

~ A first year Hufflepuff accidentally bumping into you and knocking your books out of your hand

~ Draco pinning him against the wall and threatening him until he cries

~ “Draco, what the hell is wrong with you!”

~ “He hurt you!” 

~ “It was an accident! Bloody hell, Draco! He’s eleven!” 

~ “’M sorry darling, just instincts…” 

~ Him helping you with homework 

~ You getting so stressed because you don’t understand and just having a mental breakdown because O.W.L.S are so close

~ Him just doing your homework for you

~ Snape recognizes his handwriting but doesn’t say anything

~ Yelling at him about the word “mudblood” 

~ EVERYONE in the entire school would know that you were his 

~ When the basilisk is out and about he walks you to every class even if he’s late for his own

~ Since Draco is a literal genius you two would both put your names in the Goblet of Fire

~ He would love to kiss you

~ The kisses would rang from little pecks to him literally trying to suck your face off

~ Harry would hate you

~ Ron would think you were the hottest creature on the planet

~ Hermoine would secretly admire how smart and independent you were

~ Lucius loving you and always telling you embarrassing things about Draco 

~ Lucius would be like a second father to you 

~ He would be so hard on Draco, but the second something upset you he would be threatening to kill

~ Him and Narcissa would send you on shopping sprees all the time

~ Draco would love shopping with you

~ “Will you try on lingerie for me?” 

~ Little arguments all the time

~ Exploring Hogwarts and knowing about lots of the castle’s secrets

~ Discovering the Mirror of Erised together

~ “What do you see?” 

~ “You.” 

~ Him loving to play with your hair

~ Jealousy 

~ SO MUCH JEALOUSLY

~ You sharing notes with Goyle and Draco ignoring you both for the rest of the day

~ “Draco, what is your problem? I need love and attention, stop ignoring me.” 

~ “Go get some attention from Goyle.” 

~ You HATING Pansy Parkinson

~ Her knowing and trying to get in arguments with you every day

~ Her twirling her hair and batting her eyelashes at Draco in the hallway, “Dracy, are you still helping me with my Potions later? You promised.” 

~ You just walking up and snogging Draco right in the middle of their conversation and whispering something super dirty in his ear

~ “N-No, Pansy. I,” he has to stop and clear his throat “I don’t think that I can.” 

~ Him just loving you so, so much 

~ Draco would just be the best boyfriend

~ Like despite everything he goes through he always puts you first 

~ He just loves you so much ugh 

~ It would be so good

This was probably entirely too long but I love everything about Draco Malfoy so I can’t help it.

Dating Jerome Valeska would include:

Originally posted by untitledtv

Requested by Anon.

Request: Can you do a headcannon of what dating Jerome Valeska would be like?

Warning: Dating Jerome from the beginning to the end fucking hurts.

A/N: I kind of included his previous ‘life’ too. I couldn’t stop myself, so this turned out to be more than just dating headcanons. 

Jerome’s kinda an ass, but I love assholes so…


Before Jerome murders his mother:

  • Because your parents are acrobats they decide to travel with the circus, where you meet Jerome.
    • You’re both nine at the time. 
  • You becoming friends very fast.
    • Him being very funny and carefree. 
    • Him making you laugh when you’re sad.
    • Him doing mischief. 
  • Your parents loving the cute little red head.
  • Jerome telling you about his mother and the beatings.
    • Him crying a lot and you comforting him with cuddles and ice cream. 
  • Him sleeping over at yours when he can’t stand his mother anymore. 
    • Your parents confronting Lila Valeska, and Lila beating up Jerome more often after that.
  • Him having a crush on you since forever.


  • Him asking you out on a date when you’re both 15.
    • You being excited because you’ve been crushing on him for a very long time.
    • You both watching a movie in his trailer when his mother isn’t around for the weekend.
    • Cuddling.
  • Jerome kissing you sweetly but clumsily after the second date.
    • It was your and his very first kiss.
  • Holding hands most of the time. 
  • Going on more dates.
    • Jerome being a gentleman and super sweet around you.
  • Your mother giving you ‘The Talk’, while your father talks with Jerome.
  • Cuddling and caressing your half-naked bodies when no one’s around.
    • Almost getting caught by your mother. 
  • You giving him his first blowjob behind his trailer when you’re 16.
    • You spitting it out, and Jerome laughing his ass off when he sees your facial expression.
  • Him eating you out / sucking you off in your trailer, with your parents being in the next room.
    • Them totally hearing it, but saying no word, and smilling knowingly at you when you get some food after your session.   
  • Awkward but sweet First Time on his 17th birthday. 
    • Him being super nervous but very careful and tender with you.
    • Lots of kissing and laughing.
    • Doing so many things awkwardly that you’re having more fun than you intended to have.


  • Getting your own trailer with Jerome on the other side of the circus.
  • Having lots of sex.
    • Jerome being very eager to try out new things.
    • Him being very dominant. 
    • Rough sex. 
      • Being loud.
      • Being on top of you.
      • Your neighboors knocking on your trailer.
  • Passionate and wild kisses.
  • You noticing he’s slowly changing.


After Jerome murders his mother: 

  • You crying and not believing when you find out he murdered his mother.
  • Him sending you letters from Arkham and apologizing for not being with you.
    • You ignoring them at first.
  • You visiting him after turning 18.
    • “[Y/N], you came…”
    • “Of course I came, Jerome. Honestly, I don’t know what to say. You killed your mother… Do you know what I see when I look at you? I see Jerome, the boy I fell in love with… and a murderer.” 
    • “She deserved it! You know what she’s done to me.”
    • “I know and I understand.”
    • “Are you afraid?”
    • “Do you want me to be afraid of you?” 
    • “No…One day I’ll be free, gorgeous, I promise.”
    • His laugh creeping you out in the beginning. 
  • You visiting him every now and then, trying to figure out how to let him go.
    • You realizing you love him.
    • You slowly accepting that he killed his mother, 


  • Him suddenly knocking on your door after Theo breaks him out. 
    • “Jerome…. what are you doing here?” 
    • “I told you I’ll be back, gorgeous.” 
  • Him grinning and giving you flowers and chocolate. 
    • He stole them.
  • Him behaving very strangely.
    • Hearing the next day in the news about the Maniax. 
  • Having a fight with Jerome about his doings. 
    • You being afraid at first.
    • Him assuring you that he’d never hurt you.#
    • Him telling you about Theo. 
  • Him visiting you at night, when he thinks it’s safe.
  • Having rough sex.
    • Him being rougher and more dominant than he used to be.
    • Being super kinky.
    • Him trying to convince you to try out anal sex. 
  • Jerome kissing you sweetly when he wants something. 
  • Him slapping you when you’re being ‘overdramatic’.
    • You slapping him back and throwing him out. 
    • Him threatening you, you crying.
    • You almost calling the cops but you can’t because you love Jerome too much. 
    • Angry make-up fucking. 


  • Him dying and you feeling as if someone ripped out your heart.
    • Him coming back to life, crazier than usual.
    • You fainting. 


(Requests for Imagines and Headcanons are open.) 

ok honestly jongin’s smile is so…..wonderful..like he has different shades of smiles, but they’re all gorgeous. he has the open-mouthed smile that he does when he’s laughing so hard that his eyes turn into little crescent moons full of stars and it’s literally filled to the brim of joy, he has the simple smile that shows his teeth but you can see just how content and amused he is and his happiness is contagious, he has the closed mouth smile that’s a smirk and it’s so charming and alluring in all the right ways and he can make it as sinful or as playful as he wants his smiles and grins and smirks are all so wonderful and it’s honestly one of my favorite features about him

Brother's Best Friend

Hello! Here’s a request I’ve been working on; I had fun with this one!

Request: @dragoncharmwitch - Could you make a text where you’re michael’s older sister and he finds out you fancy ash. And the boys set you up please :) // Sorry this one took so long!

Title: Brother’s Best Friend

Summary: When her brother and his friends find out that Y/N has a crush on Ashton, they decide to take action.

Words: 1k+

Warnings: Lil’ bit of language. Nothing horrible.

“Shit,” you mutter, digging through the refrigerator. Letting out an annoyed sigh, you turn around and run a hand through your hair. “Michael!” you shout. You wait a few moments and, when he doesn’t reply, you cup your hands around your mouth and yell a bit louder. “Michael!

You hear a muffled “What,” from upstairs and groan in frustration.

“You took the last bottle of water, you prick!” you call again, but you’re met with silence. Naturally, of course; you can only assume your brother is in his bedroom with the door closed, his music up loud, and his headset glued to his ears so he can talk to his friends as he plays his video games. “Moron,” you grumble to yourself, slamming the refrigerator door closed and grabbing your keys from the table. Looks like you’re making a grocery run. Oh, well. You need snacks, anyway.

You head to the door, but when you open it you yelp in surprise as you nearly collide with another body. “What the hell!” you exclaim, blinking in surprise before your gaze focuses on a face you know all too well.

“Well, hello to you too, Y/N,” Ashton says with a cheeky grin.

You roll your eyes and smile, shaking your head. “Move over, Irwin,” you tell him, and you can only hope your face isn’t as red as a tomato.

So maybe you have a tiny, little crush on your brother’s friend. You’re honestly not sure how someone with a working pair of eyes couldn’t have a crush on Ashton. The guy is gorgeous. Half of your grade drools over him, including you. You suppose you’re lucky that he’s one of Michael’s best friends, granting you opportunities to see him outside of school several times a week, although you never quite understood why Ashton hangs out with a bunch of kids in the year below him.

“Well, what’s the password?” Ashton quips in regard to your demand, crossing his arms. He unknowingly flexes in the process, and your heart skips a beat.

“The password,” you say, still smiling, “is back up before I make you.

Ashton lets out a laugh (you’re pretty sure a swarm of butterflies was just set loose in your stomach) and steps away. “As much as I’d like to accept your challenge, Y/N,” he says, “you’re awfully intimidating when you threaten.”

Your smile grows and you step out of the doorway, making your way down the driveway before turning around to glance at Ashton. You could swear he just winked at you before he walked into the house, but you tell yourself it’s just wishful thinking. Still, though, after you’ve settled behind the wheel of your car, you pull out your phone to text your friend.

To: Michaela

11:47am

Ashton Irwin just got here and the boy looks too good. I have actual tears in my eyes.

You add a heart-eyed emoji at the end of the message for exaggeration before you toss your phone into the center console and start up the car.

//\

“Honey, I’m home,” you mutter sarcastically as you walk through the door. You’re juggling a six-pack of bottled water and two grocery bags as you stumble into the kitchen, dropping everything onto the counter at the first chance you get. You hear laughter from upstairs and realize that Michael has a few other friends over as well as Ashton; probably Luke and Calum.

You set to work putting away the few groceries you bought and take a bottle of water for yourself. You hear footsteps behind you, and when you turn around you see Michael standing behind you. “Uh, hi?” you say with a frown. Your brother looks slightly puzzled as he scratches at the back of his neck.

“Do you like Ashton?” he asks bluntly.

You blink, taken slightly aback by the question. “I—what? I mean, yeah. Obviously I like him. I kinda have to, considering he’s your friend and—”

“No,” Michael shakes his head. “Not like, platonically or anything. I mean it as in, like… more than platonically?”

A feeling of unease settles over you. How would he—

And then your eyes widen. You reach for your phone, quickly unlocking it and opening your messages. “Fuck,” you whisper when you realize that you didn’t, in fact, send your Ashton-related text to your friend Michaela, but instead to Michael. Damn them and their similar names.

You look up from your phone and notice that Michael is still there, standing awkwardly. “I…” you begin, trying to figure out the best way to word your next sentence. It’s no use lying at this point, you figure. Might as well admit. “I… find him… attractive,” you say, and it comes out sounding more like a question than anything else.

“You think Ashton is attractive?” Michael repeats, furrowing his brow.

“Yes?” you reply sheepishly, cringing slightly.

Michael shakes his head and you think you might die from awkwardness. There’s no way he won’t tell Ashton. Even worse, Ashton probably already saw the message. Shit, shit, shit, sh—

“I mean, coming from a straight guy, you’re not wrong.”

“Huh?” you ask, looking at your brother. Michael only shrugs.

“Ashton Irwin is an attractive male,“ he clarifies. “I’m straight, not blind.”

“Wait…” you begin, “so you’re not like, mad or anything?”

“I mean I’m not gonna lie, it kinda weirds me out,” Michael admits, “but in all honesty I think he’s sort of into you too, something I will never be able to understand—”

“Ha, ha.”

“—but, I guess it’s whatever. You guys flirt all the time and it’s kinda nasty, so Luke and Cal and I talked it over and figured we might as well help you guys out.”

At this point, you’re thoroughly confused. So, Michael is okay with the fact that you like Ashton? And he thinks Ashton likes you too? And he and his other friends are going to help you out? “What… what does that even mean?” you say skeptically.

“Just don’t worry about it,” Michael sighs. “It wasn’t my idea; Luke just thinks he’s a genius or something. I’m gonna go back upstairs now before I puke at the thought of you dating one of my best friends.”

“O-okay?” you stutter, watching as your younger brother heads back upstairs. You press a hand to your forehead and lean against the counter, letting out a deep breath.

What the hell just happened?

//\

“Y/N!”

You groan as you hear Michael’s voice from down the hall. You just got comfortable on your bed. “What?” you holler back.

You don’t receive a reply, and you groan again, closing your laptop and standing up from your spot. Stretching your back, you slowly pad your way down the hall to Michael’s bedroom. The door is closed, so you knock. “Mike, what the hell do you want?” you demand. You can hear laughter and gunshots, meaning they’re still glued to their video game. “Mi—” you’re about to knock one more time before the door opens to reveal your brother’s friend Calum.

“Oh,” he says. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hi?” you frown, trying to peer around him into the room. “Why did you guys call?”

Michael materializes behind Calum and grins. “We sent Ashton into the garage.”

“Congratulations,” you deadpan. “Why, though?”

“We told him to find a ball. We want to play some pickup in the yard,” calls Luke from his spot in front of the TV.

“Cool…” you say, your frown deepening.

“We’re in the middle of a game, so could you just go help him?” Michael suggests, rolling his eyes.

You make a face of exasperation, letting out a sigh when you realize what’s going on. “Seriously, you guys?”

“Take the opportunity or leave it, Y/N,” says Michael. “Naturally I’d prefer for you to leave it, but I’m outnumbered.”

You look up at Calum and he shrugs, smiling innocently at you. “We just want to play some football.”

You close your eyes and press your fingers to the bridge of your nose. “Fine,” you say finally. “I will go help Ashton look for a ball.”

Without another word, you turn and head back down the hall.

//\

You wish you were wearing something other than sweatpants and a tank top as you step into the garage, where Ashton is rummaging through the piles of junk. “Need a hand?” you call, straining to see him.

“Huh?” his head pokes around from behind a cardboard box and he grins when he realizes it’s you. “Oh. Hey, Y/N. How’d you know I was struggling out here?”

You shrug, feigning nonchalance. “Just had a feeling. I can always tell when there’s a damsel in distress nearby.”

Ashton stands to his full height and stretches. “Damsel in distress?” he asks. “I take offense to that. Very emasculating.”

“It’s the twenty-first century,” you tell him. “Nothing should be emasculating. But, if it makes you feel any better, Mike and the other guys told me to help you.”

“Ah, so they’re the ones who can sense a person in distress.”

“More-or-less,” you agree, stepping forward. “So, you can’t find a ball.”

“I’m afraid you’re correct,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair and glancing around.

You follow his line of vision, looking around the garage before your gaze lands on exactly what you’re looking for. “Well,” you say triumphantly, walking over to a box hidden behind Michael’s old bicycle that he’s used maybe like once in his entire life and reaching over to grab the black-and-white ball. “Clearly you didn’t look very hard.”

Ashton purses his lips and exhales through his nose. “Guess not.”

You giggle and walk back over to where he’s standing, holding the ball out. However, when he goes to grab it, you pull it back toward you. “You know, this is gonna cost you,” you snicker, looking at him with arched eyebrows.

“Oh, really?” he replies with a grin, stepping closer. In response, you take a step back. You nod, and his smile grows. “Well, what’s your price?”

“Hmm,” you pretend to think, tapping your index finger against your lips and looking up. “I think—” Before you can finish your sentence, Ashton lunges forward and grabs the ball. However, you had a strong grip on it and as a result, he pulled you forward as well. You end up a few inches away from him and laugh nervously, hoping your face isn’t growing red at the proximity. “You think you’re quick!” you remark, looking up at him and immediately wishing you didn’t.

The two of you hold eye contact for what can’t be more than one second before he speaks, but you’re like 80% sure it really lasts closer to five minutes (have his eyes always had that much green in them?), before he speaks. “Actually,” he says lowly, and you can’t stop your breath from hitching, “I know I’m quick.”

You steel yourself and tilt your head to the side in faux innocence. “I’ll believe it when I see it,” you challenge.

“You want proof?”

“Yep,” you smirk. “Full proof, and maybe an essay written in MLA format with—”

Your sentence is cut off by Ashton’s hands on either side of your face and his lips on yours. You drop the ball, letting it bounce away across the concrete. You’re about to respond when Ashton breaks the kiss. “You talk too much,” he says, smiling at you. “How’s that for quick?”

You’re pretty sure you resemble a fish right now, your jaw dropping only for your mouth to snap closed, then fall open again as you try to process what the hell just happend. “Oh my god.”

Ashton’s expression changes to one of fear, maybe doubt, and he lets go of your face. “Wait, did I overstep?” he asks, taking a step back. “Shit, Y/N, I thought… should I not have…? Shit, I’m sorry, I—”

This time, however, you’re the quick one. Having (mostly) recovered from the first kiss, you don’t waste any time in closing the distance between the two of you, lightly grabbing the material at the collar of his singlet and pulling him toward you. “And you said I talk too much,” you say before leaning forward.

It feels nice to kiss Ashton. He’s good at it. The two of you break apart again, only to grin at each other and lean in once more. “You’re supposed to be bringing that ball up to the other guys,” you remind him against his lips, and he lets out a breathy laugh in response.

“They can wait a little bit longer.”

//\

To: Ashton

11:55pm

So where does this leave us?

You chew on your lip anxiously as your thumb hovers over the ‘send’ button, and you close your eyes when you tap it. The familiar whoosh of your message sending causes you to cringe. Do you sound desperate? Clingy?

Ashton and the other guys left about a half hour ago. The garage incident escalated to a brief makeout session before you and Ashton finally decided you were gone for too long. Exchanging awkward smiles, he left the garage and you followed a few minutes later. You didn’t see him for the rest of the night.

So now here you are, sitting on the couch while a movie plays on the TV and serves as background noise to your inner suspense.

Suddenly the telltale bubble appears on Ashton’s side of the screen, showing that he’s typing. “Shit,” you mutter. You close your messaging app and wait for his message to come through, and when it does, your heart lurches anxiously.

From: Ashton

11:56pm

You tell me, princess.

You roll your eyes before typing back a quick response.

To: Ashton

11:57pm

Don’t do that. You kissed me first.

From: Ashton

11:57pm

Fair enough.

He continues to type and your heart rate picks up. You look up at the TV in front of you. A clearly-suspenseful scene is playing out, and the lead character’s heartbeat is illustrated through the pounding of drums. Me too, you relate. A whoosh tells you that Ashton has replied.

From: Ashton

11:58pm

I think it’s pretty safe to say that I’m into you, if you couldn’t tell earlier. And it seemed an awful like you’re into me, too. So, I’d like to act on this mutual interest, as long as you’re up for it.

You bite your lip again, but this time it isn’t out of nerve. You fight a smile as you type back.

To: Ashton

11:58pm

Sounds good to me.

To: Ashton

11:59pm

Oh, but you’re not asking me out over text. Just a heads up.

When Ashton’s reply comes in, you can’t help but kick your legs and laugh out of giddiness.

From: Ashton

12:00am

Wouldn’t have it any other way. Talk to you tomorrow xx

“You’re welcome, by the way,” comes Michael’s voice as he enters the room with a soda in his hand, plopping down on the recliner that rests diagonal from the couch you’re on. He takes a swig from the aluminum can and raises an eyebrow smugly.

“Shut up,” you tell him, but you can’t bring yourself to be mad. The smile on your face is more than enough proof.

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Don’t Make Me Come Over There!

A Teamiplier small fic based around the “Living Next-Door To Teamiplier” list-fics!

The tropes I’m using: 
- “Whenever something is thrown onto your side of the fence, the boys will try to clamber/jumper over to get it. 

- “Usually you throw it back over. But then it comes back a few more times.”  

Fic Request: 
“I requested a fic on one of the Living next door to teamiplier tropes!”

Originally posted by tothemarkimoon

Mark had knocked on your door this morning, warning you that they were going to be shooting a video sometimes during the day in the yard. 
“So, if you hear anything strange, just ignore it,” He said and you gave him the thumbs up. 
“If I hear screaming, I’ll look the other way.” 
Around midday you heard the team enter their yard, dragging tripods and cameras with them. 
Other than Ethan and Tyler, their were two other men with Mark. 
You guessed they were Wade and Bob. You hadn’t had the chance to meet them, but Tyler had told you about them before. 
You didn’t really pay attention to them as they started up the video. You vaguely heard Mark speaking, introducing everyone and explaining what they were doing. 
In a short summary, they were playing tennis but if you let the ball hit the ground or go out of bounds, you get pummeled with balls. 
The first game started, with Mark and Tyler on one team and Ethan and Bob on the other. Wade stood to the side, keeping score and watching for any out of bounds balls. 
Many grunts were sounded as the ball was struck with tiny rackets. High pitched squeals and Mark’s bursts of playful rage as Tyler let the ball hit the ground. 
“Tyler! What were you doing?” He exclaimed. 
“Trying to hit the ball!” His friend replied, equally loud. “Look at these minuscule rackets! How do you think I’ll hit anything with these?” 

You chuckled, sitting on the back porch chair, reading a book. Only half listening to what was going on. 
Suddenly, a tennis ball flew over the top of the fence and into your yard. 
“I got it!” You heard Mark yell, then his hands gripped the top of the fence and  he hauled himself over. “Oh, hey, neighbor.” He smiled at you. 
“Howdy,” You replied. Watching as the man clambered over and fall onto your lawn. “You ok?” 
He jumped up off the ground, dusting himself off. “I’m fine. Just getting the ball.” 
As Mark approached said ball, four heads poked over the top of the fence. 
“Hey, (Y/N)!” Ethan giggled, “Hows it going?” 
“Good, good.” You shrugged, “How are you boys?”
“Just recording,” Tyler replied. “This is Bob and Wade. Guys this is (Y/N).” 
The two men waved at you, chatting away as Mark scooped up the ball and made his way back to the fence. 
“Move back everyone,” He ordered. Mark did a running jump, slamming against the fence and, with a lot of groaning and scrambling, managed to climb over to his side of the fence. 
You returned to your book, but was torn from its pages by the ball hitting your lawn again a couple of minutes later. It rolled across the grass, almost hitting your foot. 
“Are you purposely trying to hit, (Y/N)?” You heard Ethan say. 
“Oh god!” You yelled dramatically. “I’m so very injured by that tennis ball!” 
You approached the ball, picking it up as the boys erupted with chuckles. 
With a flick of your arm you chucked the ball back over the fence. 
But again and again, the ball flew over the fence and you were forced to pick it up and return it to where it came from. 
“I swear to god, if you don’t get your tennis skills on point I’ll come over there and stick somewhere useful!” You exclaimed as you dropped it over the top of the fence. 
“Sorry!” Tyler replied. “I’m honestly trying to keep it in the yard.” 
You rolled your eyes and returned to the book.
Finally, you heard Mark begin his outro. 
“Alright, so Ethan wins against Wade meaning that Blueberry has won the tournament.” You heard Ethan whoop victoriously. “Anyway, thank you all for watching. Sorry to our gorgeous neighbor for putting up with our terrible aim!” Mark raised his voice loud enough for you to hear.
“Take some lessons!” You reply. 
“Maybe we should get a taller fence,” Tyler said with a chuckle. 
“Then how are we going to annoy, (Y/N)?” Ethan asked. 
“The point will be you won’t,” You say and they all laugh. 
As Mark and the others returned their equipment inside, you heard a ball being hit and suddenly a ball landed on your lap. 
“HA!” Tyler yelled, peering over the fence. “I can aim!”

3

ART STYLE CHALLENGE!! FT. my favorite ham artists (with honorable mention of birdloaf, unfortunately i could not find a sufficient ref of philip in a sketchier format :///) I tried to emulate everyone’s styles down to the brushes!! did I do it okay? i think i did!! Honestly I’m a little terrified at my style malleability, and also disappointed because i’m drawing like this when i obv have the ability to go beyond that?? and yet…

(can you see who influenced me && how lol)

@me wyd

@spibbles YOU…. YOU. You freaking astound me, your style is fantastic and lately it’s been so warm and nice and all your shapes are a-fucking-plus, and your color usage is gorgeous and your shading is On Point and your rate of improvement is 10,000 penstrokes per hour, you’ve left me in the goddamn dust and i just….. go d

@raythrill you and @huitality are the only blogs I follow as closely as I follow you two and honestly it’s so great to see your styles bounce off of each other and I adore you guys’ style okay?? Ray I love your color usage and shading and I’m pretty sure I already sent you an ask that’s just me gushing but Hui you’re also really great and your anatomy and proportions and posing is (100 OK emojis) and the thick lines are a good reminder that I can make thick lines, not go lineless, and still be a good artist

@terror-in-the-dream GOD………….. YOUR SHAPES AND SHADING AND E Y E S… GORGEOUS i can’t believe you exist. also i adore the way you draw plants and flowers too and your blocky shading is lovely. i’d love to see intense expressions from you tho, most of em seem v calm???

@lauwurens tbh i probably have no right to tag you but Gosh, I haven’t seen anyone else who adores philip to such a degree and also your style is absolutely lovely I adore it so much what the fuck,, philip’s curls and and your eyes and GOD, everything is like, perfect

@eightmonkeys your usage of shapes and your flow of figure is the most unique and absolutely amazing thing i’ve ever seen i love it ok… and it’s also a really good reminder for me that things don’t have to look v realistic to look fantastic

@pia-soleildiddle MMMM GOD I’VE SEEN YOUR ANIMATICS AND YOU’RE SO FUCKING C R E A T I V E THAT IT HURTS MY SOUL, WHAT IN HELL, your interpretations have FLOORED me, also I adore the little unique things you put on all the characters, like ham’s double cowlick and jeff/laf’s forehead lock, and philip’s also double cowlick, and jfc, why are you so good

@kei-pai i……… you…,,, god i don’t know i guess the simplicity just attracts me, and also just the pure stylistic factor is great I can’t name why I like your style in particular, it’s probably the fluidity, but honest to god i like yours a lot but I can’t name why (edit: 3 days later and only now i realize I’ve left out the freckles oops)

The Wooden Bead - Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request - “Hello can I request a very tomboy and boyish reader x Jeff?”

(I’m English so i don’t know if this will be any kind of inaccurate, I’ve struggled with using ‘soccer’ here instead of ‘football’, sorry if there are any mishaps. Also I hope this is kind of what you envisioned!)


“PARSONS, OVER HERE! PARSONS I’M OPEN GODDAMMIT!” You screamed at your teammate, who was refusing to pass you the ball.
“DON’T FUCKING PASS IT TO KING! Oh, you fucking did it. Idiot.” You spoke more to yourself.

—–

“What the hell, Parsons? You saw I was free but you blatantly ignored me?” You confronted the stocky girl in front of you. Although much smaller than her, you packed a mean punch and would be happy to show anyone what happens when they cross you. You weren’t really into stereotypically ‘girly’ things, you were more boyish in your mannerisms, look, and activities, but stereotypes in general pissed you off, despite the fact you probably fit quite well into the tomboy category.

“Sorry, I just didn’t feel like passing to you, L/N.” she brushed you off. You scoffed. She was unbelievable.

“You knew I was your best bet. I can’t believe you lost that for us.” You shook your head.

“It’s not my fault you can’t play soccer, L/N. there’s no hiding Coach’s charity case this year.” Romelda Parsons spat. There was no such thing as Coach letting on a charity case each year, she was just trying to intimidate you. The snooty brunette girl had been jealous ever since you’d joined the team, purely because you were so much better than her - maybe the best on the team, and coach paid far more attention to you than to her.

You were ready to show her.
“You little-” an arm eased you back, and another was put up to Parsons face.

“Easy, easy.” A smooth, calm voice interrupted your angry thoughts and soothed your boiling blood.

“Fuck off, Atkins.” Parsons gritted her teeth at the well-built honey-skinned boy holding you back.

“PARSONS! Over here now please!” Coach beckoned Romelda, and she almost snarled her teeth before walking off to talk to him.

The boy in front of you turned to face you. His blue eyes smiled at you while his lips did the same. He was wearing baseball gear, which fitted his muscles snugly. There was no denying the fact that he was insanely attractive.

You’d seen this boy around lots.

Jeff Atkins.

Loved by everyone, baseball player, popular, and you thought; way out of your league.

“You okay?” He asked with concern laced in his eyes.

“I can fight my own battles, thanks.” You muttered slightly, but stared him down nonetheless, you couldn’t let him know he phased you.

“That’s what I was worried about,” he chuckled. “1. You absolutely wreck Romelda, 2. Coach sees, 3. You get in trouble, 4. Maybe get a suspension, 5. I don’t see you playing soccer.” He smirked before continuing, “I can tell you pack a mean punch in there, Romelda wouldn’t stand a chance.”

You pretend to ignore everything he was saying, but really you were drinking in every detail.

“I know she wouldn’t.” You said defiantly.

You paused while you watched the way he grinned at your words and scratched his chin.

“I didn’t think Baseball practice was now?” You mused.

“It’s not.”

So, what was he doing nosing in your business anyhow?

“Why are you here?” You crossed your arms, your team had dissipated back to the changing rooms by now, and it was just you and Jeff on the field.

“I like to watch the girls soccer.”

“You perv!”

“Not like that! It’s just, you’re an awesome player and I hold great admiration for you, watching you play fuels me to play my own game.” He explained.

“Don’t be silly.” You scoffed.

“No, it sounds silly, but it isn’t. There’s something so clear about your passion that just makes me want to live my life.” He smirked, noticing your expression. “Don’t laugh at me, L/N.”

He knew your name??? He was just a boy from school, a boy way out of your league, who you’d never imagined knew of your existence. But instead, he was a boy who watched every soccer practice, complimented your play, and knew your name. You had to play it cool.

“I’ll keep a straight face, Atkins.”

“I should be off, we’ll be practicing soon and I wanna get a few hits in myself before the team comes, but thanks for entertaining me.” He started off, and you felt a pang of disappointment as he turned his back to you.

“Oh, and Y/N? That goal was incredible. Best thing I’ve seen in days.”

—-

It had been a few days since Jeff Atkins had saved your arch nemesis’ life, and incidentally pervaded into your life. He smiled at you in the corridors now, and you could’ve sworn he even winked once. On Tuesday, after a few judgemental comments about your clothing, you found a note in your locker;

You always look awesome Y/N. In fact, i might have to steal some clothes sometime. -J

Which you could only assume was from the man himself. On Thursday, Atkins slipped you the last chocolate muffin in the cafeteria. And on Friday, you had practice again.

Your play was slacking, your usual fire was off and you were distracted.

“L/N- pay attention! Ball coming your way!” Jess warned. You kicked your foot out just in time, but the hit was poor. You continually looked up at the bleachers, hoping to see Jeff watching you, but to no luck. His no show disappointed you.

—-

“What is wrong with you today, Y/N?” Jess caught you up after practice. She was clearly concerned.

“I don’t know, Jess, I guess today isn’t my day.” You sighed.

“You drop your lucky charm or something?”

“Something like that.”

The team left for the changing rooms and you slumped on the bottom row of the bleachers.

“So a lucky charm, huh?” You immediately knew the voice coming from above you. You turned and saw Jeff coming down the steps.

“I don’t have one.” You were blunt, you needed to remind yourself not to get feelings for a boy so out of your league.

“Maybe you should get one, you looked in need of one.” He slumped down next to you.

“Thanks, I appreciate the compliment.” The sarcasm dripped from your tongue.

“Not because you played badly by any means, but because you looked a little lost out there today.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, my brain doesn’t appear to be working recently.”

Jeff dropped a wooden bead in your hand. It was nothing special, simple, wooden, spherical, with a hole in the middle. A plain wooden bead.

“Uh, thanks?” There was question in your voice.
He chuckled.

“It’s your new lucky charm. Don’t lose it, I promise it’ll help you win the match next week.” Sincerity coated his words and his eyes bore into yours, with a jokey overtone.

“I will keep it close. But I might wash it first, if you found it on the floor.” Of course, you didn’t really care where it had been, and you wouldn’t really wash it, but you were curious as to where it had appeared from.

“Don’t worry, it wasn’t on the floor.” He chuckled again, and started to stand. “I’ll see you around, L/N. Keep an eye out for me at the match.” He winked before walking off.

—–

You squeezed the bead tightly before placing it back in your gym bag. The game was starting, and you were not ready.

Obviously, all your nerves went out the window after your third goal of the match, at only 20 minutes in.

You won, which was no surprise to everyone, except you. You spotted Jeff making his way down the stairs and ran up to meet him.

“You were right! I can’t believe it worked!” You shone like the sun from happiness.

“I hate to say I told you so.” His eyes sparkled at you.

“It’s insane, you’re magic!” You mocked, feigning shock.

“What can I say?”

You smiled at each other for a moment, basking in your happiness.

“Actually, can I admit something embarrassing?” His tone turned awkward.

“You’re not magic?” You joked. He laughed.

“No, um, actually I was really nervous to talk to you. Seeing Romelda and you at each other’s throats the other weeks sent me into immediate rescue mode, (not that you need rescuing), and I didn’t realise until the adrenaline had worn off that I’d actually ended up speaking to you, but by that point I was too far in my rescue.”

You laughed at the idea of Jeff Atkins being scared to talk to you.

“You’re just so cool. You don’t care what anyone thinks, you’re passionate, you’re an amazing player, I love your style, not to mention how smart and gorgeous you are.”
“What I admire most is honestly, how badass you are.”

You blushed, taking compliments was a struggle.

“Jeff stop messing, it’s not funny.” You rolled your eyes playfully.

“I’d never- this is the most embarrassing part-” he took a deep breath, “I sorta like you.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Jeff Atkins? Likes you?

“You do?” Was all you could think to respond with.

“Yes.” He breathed, and moved closer to you.

“Is this-” he asked as he leaned in toward your face and cupped his hand on your cheek. You nodded forcibly in consent, before he pushed his lips onto yours.

After a while, and with regret, you broke off.

“But- you’re so out of my league.” You breathed, doubting yourself.

“I play baseball, Y/N, leagues are my thing.”

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“Jeff! Please tell me you sent out the invites on your way home!” You screamed downstairs at your boyfriend.

“Of course I did!” He shouted back up.

You threw various wedding catalogues off the bed to reach the top you’d been looking for, before throwing it on.

“You ready babe?” Jeff yelled at you.

“Just coming!” You yelled back, before pulling out from under your top, a string, with a plain wooden bead on it.

P.S. I Love You- A Sirius Black Imagine

A/N: I know, I know, two imagines in one night? Anyways, this is a little something that I decided to work on and post tonight in dedication to @goblackhatwithme . I hope you enjoy it, Renee! There are probably many mistakes in this so I am sorry but I wanted to get this posted tonight. This also has nothing to do with the film “P.S. I Love You,” but I thought it was a cute title. Hope you all enjoy!

Originally posted by nellaey

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon. You were in the boys’ dormitory, lounging on Sirius’ bed and waiting for him to get out of the shower. You sighed in slight annoyance as you knew it was going to be a while. He was always so keen on using the “finest muggle products for his precious hair” and cursed Lily and yourself for showing them to him in the first place.

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Everything That Could Go Wrong...

Lafayette X Reader

Warning: Secondhand embarrassment, swearing (bad habit sorry), fluff, a little bit of Lams

Modern

You are going on your first date with Laf and Alex and the squad show up to watch

Note: The POV switches back and forth from yours and Alex’s. It’ll tell you but just a heads up :)


(Your POV)

You stood in front of the mirror nervously. You were going out with the most attractive man you had ever met. When you saw him in the coffee shop, you honestly could not comprehend how someone could be that handsome. Your thoughts were interrupted by a sharp rap at the door. You answered it timidly and you smoothed down your outfit. Damn, he was a gorgeous as you remembered. How you were going to get your blush to fade, you weren’t sure.

“Hi”

Oh fuck, he said something. You quickly thought of something witty to say, but his gaze distracted you

“I, um, uh, hi.”

Goddamn it.

“You ready to go? I hope you like French cuisine! I know the best place. When I lived in Chavaniac…” He babbled
You smiled at how passionate he was, and took his hand. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all…

You arrived at the restaurant and you gasped. The place was beautiful, with luxurious seating and sparkling chandeliers.

“Do you like it?” He asked nervously.

“Oh Laf, I love it!” You squeezed his hand reassuringly.

A finely dressed waiter escorted you to your seats and placed menus in front of you. After he left, conversation flowed naturally between you two.

(Alex’s POV)

“Laf is getting laid tonight boys!” I shouted from outside the restaurant. John whooped and high fived Herc. I zoomed in the binoculars. “Looks like they just sat down, and the conversation is flowing. Let’s see if we can, ah, ease the tension a little bit more.” John looked confused. The man was gorgeous, but he wasn’t the brightest at times. “Just follow me.” I sighed.

(Your POV)

Laf sat directly across from you, the only thing dividing you was the almost empty plate of bread. You both shared so much in common, including your passion for politics and food. The only thing you had disagreed on was fast food.

“Burger King has a crown for a reason!” He argued

“Oh please, the Big Mac was the original 1000 calorie burger, Burger King copies.”

While you argued, three men approached your table. One look and you saw Laf’s face go sheet white.

“Hey, Laf!” The shorter one said, dripping with innocence. “We just came by to let you know your test results came in, sorry dude, you tested positive for an STD, although we aren’t sure which one.” He smiled sweetly, then turned to you brightly.

“You must be the date! Hi, Alexander Hamilton, pleasure.” Alex shook your hand like a salesman, never breaking his smile.

“The lovely men to my left are John and Hercules, but don’t talk about Herc to Laf. They’ve got a history, if you’re picking up what I’m putting down.” He stage whispered. You saw Laf’s face go furiously red when Hercules winked at him, and he became suddenly very interested in the table cloth.

“So!” Alex exclaimed, putting his elbows on the table. “How did you two meet?”

“We met at a coffee shop called Central Perk.” You said, nodding at Laf reassuringly. The poor boy seemed embarrassed out of his mind.

“Ah, Central Perk! Laf, wasn’t that the place you went to stare at the hot blon-”

“OKAY!” Laf yelled. “I think it’s time for me and [Y/N] to order now!” You saw a bead on sweat trickle down his forehead. “I’ll see you guys at home!”

“Can’t wait.” Said a flirty John, who then winked at his latest victim. They all turned and strutted towards the entrance.

You turned back to your date, who looked as if he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him. “I, uh, don’t have an STD and I didn’t have a relationship with John or Hercules and the only person I’ve ever met at Central Perk is you and-” He babbled.

You giggled. “Laf.” He looked up and his eyes softened. “I know they were your roomates. I saw them with binoculars before they even walked in.” A look of relief swept over him.

“Oh thank God.”

“Still pretty embarrassing though.”

“Don’t remind me.”

You laughed, and the rest of the night went smoothly. After dinner, he walked you home and kissed you goodnight after making plans for another date. “I promise I won’t tell the boys about this one.” He joked. You walked in your apartment feeling like you were floating. You couldn’t have asked for a better date!

(Alex’s POV)

I was lying with John under my arm when we heard the door open. A few second later we heard a heavily accented voice yell:

“YOU FUCKERS”

Uh oh.

honestly i don’t think isak realizes how many couple pictures even has on his phone. he’s lost track of the number of times even has grabbed him to take a selfie with a “smile baby you can’t look any more gorgeous than you already do but you can try” and isak just rolls his eyes in mild protest. it’s a little bit annoying sometimes, especially when even wants a picture when isak has a mouthful of eggs or when he’s trying to brush his teeth, but even wants to document every minute of their lives together, so he lets it slide. one day, isak grabs even’s phone to find something, and when he opens the camera app, it’s all pictures of him, of them, together. after years of waiting, he’s found a boy who looks back, who’ll keep looking at him through the mundane, through the bad, through the downright annoying. and even will never get tired of it - every time he looks at isak is like discovering something new.

Only If You Say So - Part Two *SMUT*

Originally posted by punkbandsharry

Fandom: Gotham
Pairing: Jerome Valeska x Reader
Note: I’m for sure going to hell for this.
Warnings: Really badly written smut and foul language.

Part One


You had never realized how long a single minute really was until now. Time seemed to pass agonizingly slowly there in the corner of your closet, hidden in the darkness, feeling every beat of your heart pound against your chest as you waited, hoping that by some miracle Jerome would not find you. The whole house was as quiet as it was dark, with only one sound to be heard; the ginger maniac’s heavy footfalls slowly approaching.

“Come out, come out wherever you are!” His voice rang out down the hall in a sing-song kind of way, like you were children playing hide and seek. Though, you supposed that’s exactly what you were doing, only death was on the line and there was absolutely no way you were going to reveal your hiding spot even if he decided to give up playing.

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Oasis

Word count: 3,444
Pairing: Bucky x F!Reader
Warnings: some self-deprecation, a little social anxiety as well? Bucky being a flirt, tooth-rotting, cavity-inducing fluff

A/N: I’ve had this idea for a one shot in my head for a while and I figured I’d take a break from Begin Again to write this out before I lost it. Hope you enjoy xx

You stood in front of the full length mirror making final adjustments to your make up, swiping stray eye liner from the corner of your eye. Tony was throwing another party to keep up public appearances and unfortunately, you felt obliged to go. Tony was your friend and if he was going to suffer, you decided that you would too. 

You were dressed in a tailored dark wine red playsuit with black opaque tights and black heels. It was slim fit, and the neckline rested only a few inches below your neck so it was sophisticated enough but not too stuffy. 

You heard the door open as you threw your eye pencil back into its place when -

‘Doll, are you - hello, gorgeous.’

You rolled your eyes playfully, looking at him in the reflection of the mirror, but blushed. He looked impossibly handsome - broad-chested and dressed in an all-black suit, the only colour coming from his gentle cerulean eyes and full pale lips. His hair was brushed back and you knew you would have trouble concentrating on anything else but him.

‘Turn around, lemme get a look at you.’ His words were meant to sound sultry but there was a near-goofy smile on his face that essentially just described Bucky himself.

You obliged, quirking an eyebrow. ‘I dunno, Barnes, you seemed to be enjoying the other view.’

Bucky flicked you on the forehead playfully. ‘Get your head out of the gutter,’ he smirked, making you giggle, before wrapping his arms around you and kissing you gently. In your heels, you were still a couple inches shorter than him. 

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