i am most likely wrong though

Punk (Chap. 2)

Originally posted by kryzx

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 1805

Warnings: Cursing, low-self esteem, chubby!reader x bucky, idk….

A/N:  I hope you like this chapter, for some reason I enjoy it a lot though it’s not much.  I have a three day weekend coming up so hopefully I can continue working on my fics.  Thanks for your patience and I LOVE the feedback :]


 

Natasha Romanov was many things: ace assassin, hotshot hacker, super spy.  Pleasant in the morning?  No. Not one of her virtues. You might as well have poked a sleeping bear with a pointy stick; their reactions were generally the same.  Though the bear was more likely to let you live, come to think of it.  But desperate times called for desperate measures.

 The red head cradled her mug as she shuffled back towards the bed with eyes half open.  You took that as an invitation, though it probably wouldn’t work on vampires, you’d have to remember that should the time come.  You kicked the door shut and plopped onto the bed where a half-naked Clint was slowly entering the world of consciousness.  You signed “good morning” to him once his confused expression grazed from Natasha and back to you.  He grinned puckishly before speaking aloud, “Is it my birthday?”

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YOU KNOW WHAT REALLY GETS ME ABOUT KARL URBAN????

THE FACT THAT HE PLAYS REALLY

MACHO

SNARLING

KILLING-MACHINE

WARRIOR

MEN

WHO SOMETIME DURING THE SCREENING SUDDENLY FLIP AND TURN INTO

FUCKING

ADORABLE

DISNEY-EYED

*seriously in Bourne, he had to wear glasses most of the time he’s so cute*

INNOCENT

PUPPIES

AND IT MAKES ME CONFLICTED

LIKE

YOU PLANET-SLAUGHTERING, ASSASSINATING WARMUNGERING BASTARD but go my cute fuzzy creature, you have done nothing wrong, I love you and if anyone DARES harm you I will BACKHAND THEM WITH MJOLNIR

Seriously though this is why Judge Dredd never takes off his helmet.

AM THE - 

AWWW

diner girl | jughead x reader

Originally posted by alinok

a/n: this is a different type of piece so i hope you guys enjoy this! requests are open! 💋

“order up”

i blow a strand of hair out of my face as i pick up the next order waiting to the table at the back accomodating to a local couple, they were older but always order the same thing, two coffees and onion rings.

“here you go” i smile brightly placing the order out onto the table “if you need anything else’s just let me know” i smile picking up the empty coffee pot and wondering back to over to the counter

“louis and amelia in again?” hermione asks and i nod brushing the crumbs off my yellow waitressing uniform and adjust my name badge “yeah, i hope I’ll be like them when im older”

i sigh leaning against the counter earning a playful smack on my butt from the lodge woman “you’ll find someone your young gorgeous smart-” she emphasis the smart placing her hands under my chin “and a waitress you forgot to add a waitress” i tell her sarcasm laced in my words

the bell dings indicating more customers, i smile recognising them instantly; they were in my year at school one being Hermione’s daughter Veronica lodge the newest member, Betty Cooper the blonde cheerleader, Archie Andrews the red headed sports jock and musician and finally Jughead Jones

“now there’s an eligible bachelor” hermione smirks as the brunette boy smiles at me before slipping into the booth with his friends.

i blush a strand of hair falling in my face, the older ladies eyes widen at my response “let me go work some magic-” she smirks

“no H please please don’t embarrass me” i complain trying keep her from going over to the group

she grabs my cheeks in her hands and i dart my eyes to see if the group is looking and sure enough jughead is, he chuckles as we make eye contact and i furrow my brows in embarrassment.

i let her walk away as i wait another table trying to keep myself busy and i imagine hermione is telling the boys how im a lonely single 17 year old.

i walk over to my tables and refill some coffee mugs before i discretely glance over my shoulder to hermione and the teenager only to find they’re eyes already on me.

i glance at the brunette boy curiosity on his face and he watches me whilst popping tomato sauce drenched fries into his mouth. I’m quick to look away continuing to busk the tables.

i scoop up the half empty coffee pot and make my way past the table hoping that they wouldn’t notice me sneak past but i was sadly mistaken, the raven haired waitress pulled at my arm tucking me under her arm.

“just the girl i wanted to see” she muses, “you guys need anything?” i ask pulling out my notebook and placing the coffee pot down they shake their head conversation falling silent.

i top up veronicas mug with coffee and pick up my tray removing the empty milkshake glasses and onion ring baskets. i turn to leave put hermione grabs my shoulders pulling me back.

this throws me off and send my tray crashing to the floor the glass shattering and bits of left over food and milkshake flying everywhere. i cuss and drop down trying to clean it up as everyone stares.

a scream fills the small diner and we perk up trying to find the source of the scream, my eyes land on the red headed girl and instantly roll at the drama queen.

“you just got milkshake all over my new shoes!” she cries out pointing to her white pumps small droplets of chocolate milkshake splattered on them.

“sorry ill just grab you a napkin” i mumble stepping over the spill and handing her a clean napkin. she scoffs at me flinching away from my outstretched hand

“you can wipe it you spilt it” i bite the inside trying to remain calm, i bend down and wipe her shoes clean placing the napkin on my tray “can i help you in any way?” i ask and she clears her throat.

‘i’d like another strawberry milkshake free of charge for the inconvenience of your tragic waitressing skills” i pull out my notepad scribbling down her order “ill notify pop to remove it from your bill”.

she places her hands on the table “you might wanna clean up your mess now” she sasses her friends giggling at me.

i turn and collect the mop and the dustpan, hermione already crouched on the floor tending to the glass “hey its okay I’ve got this can you make sure cheryl gets her shake and mr green gets his cheese burger” she nods.

“i think pop need to re think his poor staff choices, a lodge and a (y/l/n) god he really lucked out” i concentrate on cleaning the spill and try and block out cheryl rude comments.

archie and the group watch my intently as i finish cleaning my mess and walk over to the blossom girls table for the bill. i pick up the scrunched up cash and head to the till when the red head grabs harshly at my wrist.

“now make sure that all that money makes it to the register wouldn’t want your sticky fingers thinking its a tip, you know with all your family history’ the girls snicker and i smile down at cheryl.

before heading over to the till “spoilt brat” i mutter “excuse me what was that?” “i said you spoilt little brat” i repeat myself crossing my hands across my chest.

“you miss blossom are a huge pain in my ass, you come here and harass us all and you think that its okay all because your last name is blossom’ i spit my anger boiling over “the way you treat people is disgusting”

she raises her eyebrows “its not my fault you can’t do your job properly klutz, don’t even think that i don’t notice you always refilling their glasses and baskets of fries without costing them” she argues gesturing to the group of four.

i walk up to the counter and empty my uniform of my tips and place it all in the till “there happy? now all their meals are paid for” she taps on the table “wheres my damn milkshake” i grab the milkshake off hermione and walk over to her

“one strawberry milkshake?” she smiles sweetly at me and nods, with a smile on my face i turn the cup upside down at let the shake pour from the glass o the top of cheryl’s head.

she screams and wipes the shake from her face “you you-bitch!’ she stand from the booth snickers coming from the booth behind me “get the hell out of my diner, oh and heres your money back yano for the inconvenience”.

she storms out and i glance at a very un impressed pop walking toward me with  a mop “she been harassing me and hermione for weeks pop i had to put her in her place” he huffs and shakes his head “just get it cleaned up kiddo”

a round of applause fills the diner and i grab the ends of my dress curtseying at the crowd “thank you thank you very much” i smile my gaze falling o=n the group smiles of amusement clear.

“id clean up your mess missy if you still want your job” hermione tease smacking my bum playfully “yes mama” i tease dragging the mop across the diner floor soaking up the spilt shake.

“I’m headed home V you coming?” her daughter stands from the booth biding a goodbye before walking past me a slipping a 50 in my apron “oh no Veronica i can’t take this”.

i remove it and try and hand it back to the raven haired girl but she shakes her head “uh uh you kept it- its your tip okay, and call me V thats what my friends call me and after tonight you are defiantly one” i sigh placing the money back in my apron.

“thanks V, see you around?” 

the blonde girl stands along with the red headed boy “it getting late jug we’ll see you at school” he nods continuing to eat his burger as the last of his friends leave the diner.

i grab the bill for my last two tables and star wiping down the booths removing them from empty dinner plates and drinks. it was just after 11 and everyone had cleared out leaving an eerie quietness leaving only a single customer; jughead.

i sit on the stool at the top of the diner waiting for pete to arrive for his shift so i could finally go home.

i walk over to the occupied booth nervous “hey” i say softly gaining the young boys attention, he tilts his laptop screen down smiling up at me “can i sit?” he nods and i slip into the empty seat opposite him.

its silent for a few seconds but he breaks first “(y/n) right?” i nod “thats me (y/n) (y/l/n)” i laugh nervously “jughead jones?” “the third” he adds smirking.

he pushes the bowl of fries over to me but i shake my head declining them and he shrugs plucking more and throwing them into his mouth. “heard a lot about you” he starts wiping his lips with his thumb.

my eyes flicker from his lips to his eyes “oh really?” i state playfully “miss lodge seems to have an endless list of compliments about you-” i roll my eyes siting back my hand outstretched on the table top almost touching jugs.

“correct me if I’m wrong but are you perhaps single?” “as a matter of fact i most certainly am, you?” i move my hand closer to his our fingers brushing together. 

“i am in deed, there this girl though” he start continuing to flirt “there always is” i muse “she gorgeous actually, intelligent, funny and can actually be a pain the ass sometime but i like it” “maybe she just has a great sense of humour” 

he narrows his eyes “maybe, she has excellent taste in clothes too, but i almost never see her out of the incredibly yellow waitressing uniform” his eyes fall to my lips then back up to my eyes.

the bell rings and i look past jughead to see Pete entering giving me a small wave before clocking in. i slip out of the booth “you have a thing for ronnie’s mum?” i place my hand over my mouth faking shock.

he exhales laughing and shaking my head at me “told you she was funny” i grab my bag from behind the counter and push on the door starting my journey home when i hear the bell ding followed by heavy steps.

“(y/n) wait” i turn and start walking backwards “you need something?” i ask turning forward when he finally catches up “let me walk you home?” he questions and i sigh “fine this way” he laces his hands with mine and we begin the short trip to my house.

we create small talk until the familiar house comes into view “this is me, thank you for walking me home” he smiles shyly “anytime” i go to walk up he steps but he stops me placing his hands on my face.

he presses his lips to mine in a sweet warm embrace, i kiss back instantly my hands darting to his suspenders pulling his body flush against my own. he smiles into the kiss and i break away stepping back a few steps.

 “what about hermione?” i tease.

“oh be quite and get your cute ass over here” i walk back over to him wrapping my arms around his neck as we continue to kiss butterflies thrashing my stomach.

best shift ever.

  • 707: Are you sitting on an F5 key? Because that ass is refreshing~ ;)
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Pillow Shirt

“May I borrow some of your shirts?” Peter was stiff as a board with the exception of his fingers, which twitched at his side. He looked like he wanted to stuff his hands in his pockets, unfortunately, his underwear did not come with such a thing. His smile shook with nerves. He leaned against the wall in a manner that looked uncomfortable.

Tony paused in the middle of rolling down the ACDC shirt he’d grabbed off the floor. Rocket, Groot, and Tony had finished fixing up the Milano yesterday, so plan was for Peter and the other Guardians to leave Earth later today. Tony and Peter had agreed to have one last hurrah the night before. Most of their clothes were still scattered on the floor.

“Do I look like a Macy’s?” Despite his quip, Tony took off his shirt and held it out to Peter. “You want this one?”

“I’m not calling you a store. I just want to borrow some shirts.” Peter snatched the offered item and hurriedly tugged it on.

Tony stood up and went to his closet. He pulled out a few shirts that he either hadn’t worn or had worn only once or twice. “I got some clean ones here, if you want.”

“It’s cool. They don’t need to be clean or new.”

Tony paused. His eyes roved over Peter, considering.

Peter was a sight in nothing but boxers and Tony’s shirt from the night before. His hair was a mess, and there was a hickey on Peter’s neck from earlier in the night.

“How are you going to attract alien babes in my dirty shirts?” Tony asked, trying get a read on Peter.

“Aw, come on. You don’t smell that bad.” Peter grinned.

Tony smirked. “You been smelling me, Quill? Sounds kind of stalkerish.”

“What? No! You just have a really strong smell. Not a bad one though!” Peter gesticulated frantically. “You smell really nice. Not that I really notice. I mean…” Peter groaned and buried his face in his palm. “I’m acting so uncool right now.”

Tony snickered and chucked one of his most worn shirts at Peter’s head. “Aw, Spaceman, are you gonna dress your pillow in my shirts? How romantic of you.”

“And what if I am? Something wrong with a guy putting another guy’s shirt on his pillow? Come on, dude! Who knows when I’m going to see you next. You’re like my… my…” Peter frowned as he tried to come up with the word he was looking for. “…my soul mate.”

The term ripped the metaphorical rug right out from underneath Tony. “We’ve barely gone out on a date, Peter. I think ‘soul mate’ is a little strong.”

Peter huffed in annoyance. One hand fell to his hip where his fingers tapped impatiently. “I’m not saying we’re some destined, epic, love story. I’m saying, I feel like you really get me, and I get you. It’s like we’re both feeding off of each other’s energies. You know?”

Tony did know. Meeting Peter had been like when he met Rhodey and Bruce. The moment Tony had met them there had been an electric rush of endorphins, and he knew instantly that he wanted them as friends.

Even so, Tony pretended to mull over Peter’s question before hurling another shirt at Peter’s head. “You think I’m that easy, Quill? You’re not getting that kind of confession out of me for a long time, pal.”

“Aw, come on, Tony.” Peter exaggeratedly pouted.

“Nope. Nice try, you James Kirk-wannabe.”

Yo, so I am asexual biromantic. I try to explain this to people and all I get are “you’ll feel it when meet the right person” and usually some illusion to “and it will be a guy”. That’s when I know that that person is not the right person for me. I have a boyfriend now who is *perfect* when it comes to things like this. We are super cute and cuddly, but we have been together for a while and we haven’t so much as kissed on the lips. But there are other ways to be intimate, even physically. He loves it when I kiss his neck and that’s something that I am comfortable with. I love it when he kisses my collarbone. That’s the most physical that we have gotten and it works for the both of us, even though he is hetcis. He respects all of my boundaries and I feel loved with him. I never feel broken or wrong when I am with him. It’s hard for me to feel romantic, but with him I do. It is possible to find a cute and romantic relationship and be asexual. You just have to hold out for the right person.

anonymous asked:

Kard reaction where their child is more attached to their s/o! Happy ur better☺️☺️☺️

sure! and thank you thank you so much~~

B.M -

Matthew’s hurt feelings would mostly be a show~ He would pretend to clutch his chest in agony whenever your child crawled towards you first or accepted a bottle from you more easily, but you would be able to tell that he was just playing around. He may not seem like it sometimes, but he is a mature person and a devoted father, and he would understand that for the earliest part of his child’s life, they would pick a favorite. He would just not-so-patiently wait for them to grow out of it~

“Aww, come on, kid! I’m lovable too!”

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J.Seph -

Taehyung might feel the betrayal a bit more personally~ He’d treat it as a bit of a joke too, to preserve his pride, but he’d genuinely worry about whether or not he was showing his child enough affection or care, and would definitely try harder. It would be less about earning the babies favor, and more about him needing to reassure himself that he was doing his equal share of the responsibilities as a parent.

“Do you think… that I’m not doing enough, ____?”

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Somin -

Somin would take it the hardest, and the most personally, out of all of them. She’d wonder what she was doing wrong, how she could possibly have made her child hate her before it knew what that word even meant! You’d have to assure her that the baby didn’t hate her, it was connecting to you subconsciously, and it had nothing to bear on the form or quality of her parenting~ (Don’t be surprised if she brings her niece over for a surprise visit to try and make your baby get jealous, though~)

“What am I doing wrong!”

Originally posted by redthevelvet

Jiwoo -

Jiwoo might actually be the opposite of bothered by this!! She is an independent person naturally, and while she would love her child more than anything else on the planet, she would definitely feel the strain that parenthood can place on a person. She’d be relieved to find the the baby actually preferred your company, so that she wouldn’t feel guilty for not spending every second of her day with it, like you’d most likely have too~

“I always knew that you’d be the best parent, ____~”

Originally posted by 1leeminhyuk

I can’t connect with people.

I watch as you all write how you are, yet your lives are so much different from what I see.

Lost in messages hidden behind screens, taking pictures of lost moments of a wondrous life you lead. Living loves between shadows and “friendships” that are shared like high school memories of the “cool” crowd while I’m the band geek.

When I open up I feel I bore you, and though I’ve lived more life than most, I feel like I am being overbearing, a show off, arrogant, and a jerk. And while most write about lives they want to live I’m writing about a life I’ve lead. There are moments I will always cherish and many more I want to forget.

Sure, we all live a life of grandeur, but as I see from the comfort of my tranquil tranquility, we all want the same. Help me to find my purpose, my reason, once again.

Cause I can’t figure out what exactly is wrong with me…

-H. Murcia 3:57PM 6/13/2017

me externally: Lefou’s character ark in the new Beauty and the Beast movie is an amazing performance that shows Lefou’s pining over Gaston and him growing and moving out of that poisonous relationship. While there could have been more explicit gay moments, the acting was very believable and showed the character as more than the “token gay” that has emerged recently in film and movie production. This in itself was a huge step for disney, and all movies directed towards a younger audience, and I am glad that they opened the door for the future.

me internally: ………………………………………………………………IT COULD HAVE BEEN GAYER

Goodbye jc :“0

banginghowell  asked:

If they don't do the house tour video I'm suing

i think they most likely will tbh. dan usually does when he’s feeling up to it. might not be right away, but he will most likely do one. i mean, i could be wrong, but he sometimes seems to need those break kind of videos hahaha. i AM SO PUMPEd though, for real

Essays in Existentialism: Blind II

Could you do more blind!Lexa? Please? But the blind AU! How magical! Can we have a bit more? How did they meet? How did they fall in love?

Previously on Blind 

The park was nearly empty, and that made the artist feel more at home. Quiet as it was, she heard the rumblings of the world in the city just outside of the park. Cars zoomed past and buses whooshed as they lowered for passengers, and all of the while, Clarke worked in her sketchpad, not minding at all the notion of an impending storm.

Overcast and almost gloomy, the thick, grey clouds refused to leak, at least for the moment, holding off for as long as they could, as if in favour to the city below. The whole day they waited, like an over-filled balloon so that it looked like at times even the tall buildings would pierce them. 

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anonymous asked:

sorry if this is too personal, but how is it having a girlfriend in Seoul (under the assumption that u r still living in Seoul and ur a girl urself? I may be wrong about both though!) I'm gay (girl) and have always wondered what the LGBT community was like in Korea. And another question; how did y'all meet? I love your blog sm!

Yes, I am a girl and yes, I have a Korean girlfriend here in Seoul. :)

The queer scene here in Korea is a lot more ~underground~ than in the States. The most well-known area is Homo Hill in 이태원 but it’s mostly just gay (male) bars and a few clubs filled with foreigners. I’ve found that the lesbian scene is more concentrated in 홍대 and 종로 with some nice little pubs and cafes filled with queer women looking for a place to be themselves out of sight from the judging gaze of society. I’ll admit, it’s a lot easier to access these spaces if you speak Korean, but in general I’ve found them to be bubbles filled with a sense of community and acceptance. Korean society is still definitely heteronormative to a painful degree, but there’s been gradual progress in recent years towards more acceptance and acknowledgement of queer people.

anonymous asked:

For one sentence prompt Can you please have Adrien saying: "What, Ladybug and Chat Noir would make a great couple!"

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“What, Ladybug and Chat Noir would make a great couple!” Adrien argued, utterly appalled that his classmate would even dare to curse Paris’ favorite power couple, which Alya had deemed “Ladynoir”. Though Adrien knew all too well that the two of them weren’t a couple, many Parisians loved to gossip about the relationship between their beloved heroes. But not her, apparently. 

“Ladybug could do way better than Chat Noir. She’s too good for him,” she stated bluntly. Well Adrien couldn’t argue with that. It was true, and he, frankly, believed Ladybug was too good for anyone. She was just too perfect.

“Well, to each their own,” Adrien responded. “I thought you liked them as a couple though, Chloe. Most Ladybug fans do.”

“Well, Adrikins, I’m not an average Ladybug fan. I am her biggest fan. We’re practically besties!” Adrien resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “That Chat Noir is so much lamer than Ladybug. Honestly, if I were Ladybug I wouldn’t even keep him around. I’d make a way better partner than that stupid cat boy.”

“What’s wrong with Chat Noir?” Adrien mumbled, mostly to himself. 

“Ladybug deserves someone who understands how amazing she is, someone who would do anything for her, and someone who is almost as pretty as she is.” That ticked Adrien off ever so slightly. 

“Chat Noir does respect Ladybug, Chloe,” Adrien responded. “He definitely knows that Ladybug is better than him. He knows she’s amazing. He cares for her, takes hits for her, and risks his life every day to be there for her.” 

Chloe gave a hmmph and looked at her nails, feigning disinterest, but looking more annoyed as Adrien continued to talk.  

“None of that means he’s entitled to her,” she said through gritted teeth.

“I didn’t say that,” Adrien quickly corrected. “I’m not saying she has to like Chat Noir, but can’t deny that he loves her. And I…I…I think he’s a good candidate.” Chloe didn’t meet his gaze, pulling out a compact and checking her makeup. 

“To each their own,” she finally said, mocking his earlier tone. Still feeling a bit hurt, Adrien gathered his things, wanting to end the conversation before he lost control of his emotions. But a small voice in his head told him he couldn’t get let Chloe have the last word like that. 

“Fair enough,” he said. “But then who, may I ask, would be perfect for Ladybug?” Chloe met his gaze, her expression unreadable. There was some silence. It seemed for a minute that Chloe was itching to say something. But she didn’t say anything. Instead, she just scoffed again, shrugged, and turned her gaze back into the mirror, shooing Adrien away with her hand. With a sigh, the model stood up from the table and exited the cafe. Chloe must not have had someone in mind; she had probably realized what he had figured out a long time ago–no one was worthy of Ladybug.


In reality, Chloe had someone in mind. The person in the mirror. Not that she would admit that to anyone.

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Vodka & Cotton Candy(PT3)

Sebastian Stan x Fanfiction

Warnings: Language, Smut


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Was it lust or love that I was feeling for Sebastian? I often found myself stuck asking that question and most days I am just overwhelmed by it all. Though whatever my answer may be sure enough I seem to always come back for more. He was the right kind of wrong. An enigma that I just couldn’t seem to understand, and truthfully I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

I stood out front in the designated area for smoking. It was cornered off to the side and I was under a muted light that made it look like a dark alleyway. I could hear the loud chirps of crickets mixed with the stentorian sound of chattering coming from outback. I was alone but the wafting aroma of cigarette smoke still freshly hung in the air. I wanted to go back to the table to rejoin Sebastian, but the thought of having those girls watching my every move made me feel every bit of self conscious. If I was dining without him I probably would have felt better. Despite who I was linked to no ever noticed me, I was just Peyton when I was alone. I enjoyed being that girl and I held on to that fleeting feeling that eventually always dissipated.

Ending things with Sebastian would essentially be an easier task to do than running off all the fucking time like I was some damsel in distress. There was a side to him that took a toll on me at certain times. His carefree behavior that involuntary made us both become dangerously reckless. His sense to not see the how his status and career effected me as well. Being with Sebastian changed me and it was even more frightening at how much I wanted more.

The thought of Sebastian sitting alone at the table made me push my whirlwind of thoughts to the farthest corner in my mind. I decided to go back to him, but as I was headed from out of the corner area I saw he had the same idea. I whirled around and faced him, startled by his presence. How long had he been standing there?

“For a second I thought you ditched me.” Sebastian said, as he stepped around the wall some more.

“Who the hell would leave Sebastian Stan sitting alone?” I murmured.

He swallowed and tensed before letting out a long drawn out sigh. “Is there something you’d like to get off of your chest?”

I blinked at him deciding whether or not to disclose my true feelings or pretend they didn’t exist all together. “What is your favorite thing about me?” I muttered mulishly.

I walked up closer to him as if I was to stand directly in front of him. Instead I walked up to a mulberry colored low ample wall. I smoothed my skirt underneath me an hopped on top to sit. My feet dangled a few inches above the ground. Sebastian wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand. He initially looked amused, before he started to frown. “What is this about?”

“It’s just a simple question.” I say dragging my gaze from the ground back up at him.

“A simple question?” He repeats, shaking his head. “Well my answer isn’t simple.” He stared at me impassively.

“Do you remember the very first day we met?” He continued.

“Vaguely…….of course I do.” I whispered.

“I was over in Brooklyn when I saw this girl who was holding a camera that was big as hell. She looked like her neck was going to break from leaning it back so far.” He recounted.

I remember that day like it was yesterday, mostly because it was still a fresh memory of mine. I was assigned to observe and write about different locations that once were popular and vivacious, until its untimely closing. Ironically it was a firehouse from the early 1930s that erupted in flames. “It was a big building that I had to fit in my shot.” I told him.

“I’ve seen that old firehouse countless times and not once have I seen someone look at it the way you have.”

“You liked my eye for abandoned architecture?” I asked Sebastian.

“Close.” He said almost sounding hesitant. I heard people coming up the walkway to enter the restaurant, but nothing could tear my eyes off of him. “Something about you enraptured me. Ever since that day you look at me and you see something different in me as well. ” He inclined his head sideways, speculating my slightest of movements.

“Has it ever once occurred to you that you might be wrong about me?” I reached for his arm tugging him a little closer. He gazed down at me which felt like for a lifetime. From where I was I sitting, Sebastian’s height towered over me. He bent down and placed a kiss on the top of my head, nearly missing my forehead. I titled my head up a little so that my face would be closer to his. Sebastian’s lips brushed over mine. I thought about pulling away, but my emotional state was growing numb like my senses were becoming seduced by him.

I inhaled sharply before leaning into him. Sebastian kissed me back firmly pulling me against his chest, causing me to stand. It was a very sloppy and ravenous kind of kiss. Holding me in place with one hand tightly on my hip, and his other hand was on the side of my neck with his fingers tucked underneath my head. “Say you love me before you change your mind.” Sebastian breathed in between each kiss. Our billowing breath was exchanged back and forth as we kept interlocking tongues.

His words were formidable and I just wanted to tear apart every visible article of clothing on him. The realization that we were still in a crowded scene dampened the moment. The next thing I knew he leaned in closer as our foreheads started to touch.

“Oh my god!” I heard someone suddenly yell. I forced my eyes shut embarrassed by the idea of someone watching us.

“Peyton…” I heard my name being stammered. My eyes widened as I looked up at Sebastian. I turned my head to see it was coming from a man. My grip tightened around Sebastian’s arm as I saw who it was.


{Part 3 out of 6}

On Ice?

Relationship: Damian Wayne x sister!Reader (fluff!)

Summary: Alfred just waxed the floors and you wanted to cheer up Damian.

Key: Y/N= your name, sahib= friend


Damian stormed into the manor, fuming. He had gotten detention for “talking back” to his teacher. He didn’t talk back, he just corrected their facts because they were wrong! What else was he supposed to do, let the teacher falsify facts? No sir, not with Damian around.

But with that, Damian had to suffer through an hour of unregulated punishment. He tore through the halls to his room, the one that resided next to your’s. Once he slammed the door shut, he let out a yell of frustration and aggressively took his sword to the bed posts.


You over heard the bang and Damian’s scream. It startled you. Damian never showed emotions, he believed them to be weaknesses. You bounced off your bed where you were doing homework and put your ear to the wall. You heard the thuds of Damian’s sword. You were the only one who knew that Damian attacked his bed, beside Alfred, because you walked in on him doing it one time. You talked to him and calmed the boy down, so you thought it would be a good idea to check on him and save the bed.

You slipped out of your room and lightly rapped on the door. “Dami? Alhabiba, can I come in?” You listened to the movement in the room. You heard the patter of feet approaching the door and listened as the locked clicked. You entered the room and saw Damian perched on is bed, smushed into a ball shape. “Oh, habibi what’s wrong,” you asked as you sat yourself on the bed.

He sniffed silently then cried out, “My teacher is an idiot and punished me undeserving. I did nothing wrong!” He fell into your arms. You may have been his sister, but you were his most trusted adult. He felt as though he could tell you anything and you would just listen. Not go and try to fix everything, but just listen to his complaining and try to make him feel better. “Sahib, you’re the only one that understands. I’m not like every other ten year old. I am more intellectual and mature.” Damian looked to you with sad eyes.

“Oh Damian! You are a little genius and I relish in your wisdom. Some people just don’t understand where others come from,” you comforted while rocking Damian in your arms. You thought back to when you first transferred to Gotham Academy and no one talked to you, mostly because you were a better athlete than their star athlete.

“Does it ever get better? Do people start to understand?” Damian just need a little hope to grasp onto.

“It can, if you find the right people. And, hey, if people still suck, I’ll teach you or you’ll teach me,” you joked to the boy in your arms. You watched as a smile crept to his lips. “Hey Dami, guess what?”

He raised his eyebrow, “What?”

Your face light up as you stated, “Alfred waxed.”


The two of you stampeded down the stairs to the hall outside the antiques room. Your fuzzy socks on even though it was mid-summer. Damian had his on too. You both bounced excitedly until you calmed down enough to test the ‘ice’. The waxed floor was the perfect slickness for a skating party. “It’s perfect,” you grinned. Damian’s smile was ear to ear.

You grabbed Damian’s hands and dragged him into the hall. You slipped and glided together throughout the hall. You spun him around a couple times and you did a couple ‘twirls’ yourself. You laughed loudly with Damian, who was fully distracted from his earlier problems.

“Sahib, have you ever actually ice skated?” He inquired as he flew past you.

You spun on one foot, “What would give you that idea?”

“Your grace. You’ve barely ever fallen when we skate,” he explained, catching himself before he could fall, “And you do really cool tricks.”

You coasted down the hall, giggling to yourself. “Dami, I’ve just had more time to ‘wax skate’, you’ll get to my level someday.” He just smirked at your graceful form. 

You and Damian spent a couple of hours just skating then playing hockey. Damian had forgotten he had patrol that night because he was having the most fun he’s had in days. It wasn’t until Bruce had found the two of you playing, that Damian remembered. “Awe, Y/N, I must leave you, but thank you for the ‘wax skating’. It was fun while it lasted.”

“That’s okay Dami, the wax was pretty dried up now anyway. See you later!” 

You skipped off to your room. Damian watched, thankful he had someone like you.

‘Filthy Pride’



*CLAPS HANDS* okay fuckers. this really gave me feels. ENJOY

Originally posted by mistymgc




*CLAPS HANDS* okay fuckers. this really gave me feels. ENJOY

(I took inspiration from Social Repose’s new song ‘Filthy Pride’ hence the name choice. It’s an amazing song and i suggest you go check it out)

‘heavy handed, rapid fire’

    Michael had been hunched over the piano for hours. His hands not making a sound on the keys.

He breathed heavily, but never moved. This happened a lot. Days on end he would sit at the piano and not move a muscle.”M-mikey…” Y/N said softly from the doorway. She held her breathe waiting for a reaction from him. He turned to her waiting for her to say something. “I-it’s really late… Do you wanna come to bed?” He let out a irritated sigh and got up from the instrument. He quickly brushed pass Y/N not saying a word.

   Michael and Y/N layed in bed facing away for each other. Quickly he drifted to sleep leaving her alone…. And cold. She missed him. He hadn’t been the same since he came home.

Her small feet padded to Michael’s piano room. She sat down and brushed her fingers over the keys gingerly. Y/N sat there for a good 3 minutes before she did anything. She moved her fingers across the keys playing random ones as she went over them. She heard a creaking behind her and turned around.

‘When I chase after affection, it won’t chase after me’

“Mikey? Did I wake you up?” She asked softly staring at the ground.

“No. I couldn’t stay asleep”

“Oh… I’m sorry.” He shrugged in response, and sat down next to her.

“M-mikey. Can I ask you something?”

“Sure. What is it?” He said hushed. She became chocked up. She couldn’t find the words to say to him. The pressure finally weighing down on her. I single tear ran down her cheek as she looked up at him. His heart sank and a look of shock overcame him.

   “Do you still love me?” She asked almost a whisper. He didn’t know how to respond. “O-of course what would make you think I didn’t?”
She let out a slightly sob as she answered. “Well… Y-you never look at me anymore. You never talk to me. You never hold me, and you sleep facing opposite directions as me.” Tears pooled under her eyes. They were the saddest tears he had ever seen. They broke his heart. They were heavy flowing tears. She didn’t make a sound as they came down her face. 
    “A-am I not beautiful to you?”
     Give me your damage. I’m begging you, please

    
“Y/N…. You are the most beautiful, most happy person I’ve ever met.”
     “T-then what;s wrong with me?” Her voice cracked bad. She put her hands into her face and cried into them. “Nothing…. Absolutely fucking nothing. I’m the reason you’ve become like this. We can fix this though. We can fix each other.” Y/N and Michael walked back to their bedroom and layed down without another word. Her head pressed against his chest soaking in his smell. His head on her shoulder. 
   

anonymous asked:

Hi! Your Mafia AU is so beautiful, it's become my inspiration ;_; The lines, the colours, the story... the way you draw Viktor is breathtaking :Q_ And I wanted to ask you, how do you usually deal with backgrounds? I hate them, and right now I'm struggling with a drawing in which I used cool colours such as grey, purple and light blue... I'd like to draw some sort of background but I am afraid to pick the wrong colours. Plus should I use hues? Tints? Tones? Shades??? Help! Ç_Ç

Hello! :D
So happy to hear that you like the AU so much that it has actually inspired you!!! ;A;
Oh, and, ah…I’m not very good with backgrounds really ^^;;
But I’m working on it :D
If you notice, most backgrounds in the mafia AU are kinda just color splashes XD
I am honestly super not color coordinated??? (or, however you want to put that)
If you’re doing things digitally though, I think a good idea would to have the background on a different layer, do it it shades of grey, and then you can mess with it using a masking later or overlay filter :D
Never be afraid to try stuff out tho, you can always erase it or change it later :3

OK SO YOU KNOW THAT THING YESTERDAY WHERE I FUCKED UP???? WELL I WROTE A THING TO MAKE UP FOR IT!!!

Pairing: Mcpriceley
Rating: Teen and Up

Word count: 1834

I actually plan to write more of this and actually post something to AO3 for once lmao. But for right now, this can stand on its own! I hope you enjoy it and I’m sorry AGAIN for yesterday haha.

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