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Elopement - Jason Todd x Reader

Bullets rang around you as you sprinted down a corridor towards a closing metal door. You dove through, rolling to your feet on the other side. Glancing over your shoulder, you smiled when you saw the men chasing you disappeared behind the closing door. The door sealed behind you.

“I’m in,” you spoke into the comlink as you surveyed the room. Finding a control panel, you attempted to hack the building’s computer system.

A chuckle sounded from the other end of the comlink. “I never doubted you for a second.”

“Sure you didn’t, Lover-boy,” you teased, grinning at the chuckles buzzing in your ear. “How are you doing with the mercenaries?” 

“Oh, we’re having a party out here,” he replied. The faint sound of gunshots echoed through the com. You frowned when you didn’t get another answer.

“Jason?” The panic made your voice crack. Time stopped as you waited for a reply.

“I’m still here, Sweetheart.” You sighed as Jason’s husky voice filled your ear. Even after all this time, your heart still fluttered at the sound. “One of these idiots just shot himself.”

You snickered, finishing your hacking. Sticking a flash drive into the terminal, you started downloading the information. You and Jason had accepted a contract to collect data on Black Mask’s movements through the western part of the United States. The two of you were currently in one of Black Mark’s main warehouses in Las Vegas. “I’ve started the download.”

“Good,” Jason grunted. The sound of a punch came through the com. “I might need your help out here. More mercenaries showed up.”

“I’ll come when I can,” you replied. You hacked into the security cameras to find out where Jason was. When you found him, you winced at the number of new mercenaries attacking Jason. He was holding them off, but you knew he would need your help to take them down. 

The terminal beeped, the download was finished. You took the flash drive out, slipping it safely into your pocket. Taking out your own gun, you shot the terminal to erase your tracks. Once it was destroyed, the sealed door reopened to reveal the men who you had trapped outside. They raised their guns at you.

“Nice to see you again, Boys,” you greeted cheerfully, swinging into action. The men were down in five seconds flat. You sprinted back down the corridor towards a glass window. Shooting out the glass with your gun, you leaped through the window to land a flying kick to one of the mercenaries attacking Jason.

“Hello Sweetheart, it’s nice of you to drop in,” Jason flirted as you joined him in the battle. The two of you fought seamlessly together. 

“I was in the neighborhood,” you mused, punching a mercenary out cold. You flipped over Jason to perform a high kick on another one. 

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Mirror For The Sun - Part 9: Las Vegas

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 8  -  Part 10

Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing, shameless twisting of canon to suit my lazy writing needs

Word Count: 4335

Author’s Note: Ok I don’t know how I feel about this part but this is the second rewrite and I just… here it is.

Originally posted by caps-bucky

After days crammed in the car and a night sleeping in the woods, this enormous suite in this luxury hotel feels excessive. Nat seemed to blend right in, a smug grin painting her face, not a hair out of place, a sleek dress to match the sleek tables and bright furniture. She’s the exact opposite of her friend, linked arm in arm with her, hair a soft tangle, still in that hoodie whose campfire smell lingers every time she moves. Just thinking about the smell of it reminds me of the morning but I shake the thought from my head, there are enough distractions here.

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Fic Rec #3

New weekend, new fics to read!! 

the pink album by suspendrs  @suspendrs

They don’t really discuss how hard it is to be in this situation, or to be doing the things they have to do to continue being together. It’s just something they don’t talk about, and that’s alright. Or maybe it isn’t, but they’ll cross that bridge when they get to it.

Or, a love seven years in the making, inspired by Harry’s debut album.

**I have been keeping up with this fic for a long time and I will add it ti my ‘canon’ Larry fic rec. Read this, guys. 10 chapters on each of Harry’s songs.

if it’s me you’re looking for by eleadore @eleadore

Louis has a bad habit of getting drunk before he confesses–or maybe it’s the other way around. AU.

**I dunno why I waited so long to read this fic. It was great!

I Don’t Wanna Hurt Anymore by offwiththeirheads @hazzabooween

Harry walks a thin line between breaking his best friend’s heart and fighting a losing battle.

**This was so good guys! It is short but powerful!

Never Too Late by dimpled_halo  @dimpled-halo

Harry’s confused for a moment before it hits him: the little boy is signing. Harry squats down to get to the boy’s level again and mirrors the same action.

“Dad?” He inquires. Harry learned basic sign language after having met a fan who was deaf. He made it his mission to learn signing so that he’d be able to communicate with other fellow hearing impaired fans.

The little boy smiles brightly, his tears now long gone. He goes on to extend both hands, palms up as if he’s asking where? Followed by the previous sign which means Dad. Harry smiles to himself at the amazing little guy standing in front of him.

He stands up taking the boy’s hand, “Let’s go find your dad,” he tells him making the motion with his hand.

Just having come out of the closet and recovering from vocal surgery, famous recording artist Harry Styles needs to get away from LA to work on new music needing to prove to his label that his career isn’t over. Little does he know that his life is about to change forever when he runs into an old friend at the city he’s decided to escape to.

**THIS WAS SO PRECIOUS! OMG i AM IN LOVE WITH KID FICS AND THIS HITS THE SPOT!!! rEAD THIS!!

give me things to stay awake by embodied @crossnecklace

It’s shitty and it’s counterproductive and it’s self-indulgent, but he lets it become a thing. On Saturday nights Harry goes out and gets so pissed he can’t stand, and when the bartender cuts him off he rings Louis and is in his car within an hour. It’s not a cycle he’s proud of, but it’s also something he can’t resist, and he keeps doing it as long as Louis keeps showing up.

AU. It’s been a year since Louis broke up with Harry.

**This is a break up/getting back together fic. So be ready with those tissues (seriously, you will need them)!!

If It’s Meant To Be (It’ll Be, It’ll Be) by lululawrence @lululawrence

“So, anyway. I’m done here and on my way to the airport. I think I’m expected to be there in the morning, around ten. I’ll let you know when I’m getting close.”

“Sounds good.” Harry pulled back from the window and threw himself onto one of the beds. Once he got comfortable, he steeled himself and then went for it. “It’s been too long this time, Lou,” he finally whispered. He watched as Louis bit his lip and nodded slowly.

“I know,” Louis agreed, just as quiet in return. “We have to swear to never go this long without seeing each other again. Two months is just…unacceptable. I’m gonna go now, but I’ll see you soon. ‘Kay?”

“Yeah. See you. Be safe,” Harry said, far too fondly for his best friend. He couldn’t help it though. It was how he always had been and probably always would be.

They hung up and Harry threw his arm over his face.

“I am so in love with him,” he whined to himself. “Fuck.”

** This fic was so adorable, guys! MUTUAL PINING!!!

We’ll Be Seamless by waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee (dinosaursmate) @dinosaursmate

Green reblogged an old photo of himself. It was from back in October, a Halloween special. A pulse shot all the way through Louis because this photo was his absolute favourite, and it had taken the rest of the year for him to wean himself off of it.

Green was on his knees, arms stretched out in front of him with his fingertips digging into the surface of his bed. He was wearing a pair of cat ears on his head, his curls falling forward. His back was arched, and in the foreground of the picture, Green’s bum was high in the air, a long, black cat tail sitting neatly between his cheeks.

Louis spends all his spare time scrolling arty nude blogs on Tumblr but amongst them all, Green is his favourite.

**I dunno why I did not come across this fic before because it is GOLD! I love tumblr fics and this was so awesome!! (Also, check out the blog this fic is based on…life changing *cough*)

Like a Bullet in the Dark by Vurdoc  @vurdoc

Prince Harold Edward Styles Lancaster is second in line to the throne of Great Britain. He is also your average Uni student- or he tries to be, anyway.

With a promise from the press (and his father) that they’ll leave him alone for four years, he sets out to be a student at Cambridge, when he meets his very normal, very working class, very handsome suite-mate, Louis Tomlinson.

Louis makes Harry feel more like a person than he ever has before, which might cause some issues later on- ‘cause Harry has a secret that he’s only told his sister Gemma about.

Little does he know though, that Louis has some secrets of his own.

A Will & Kate Au- with a twist.

**This is sorta WIP because the author is writing a series. Saying too much about this fic will probably ruin it, so.. just read it!

Take Me To A Dream by waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee (dinosaursmate) @dinosaursmate

“Hiya,” Harry said, beaming up at him. “These sandwiches any good?”
Words failed Louis, and he felt his shoulders shrug. “They’re fine for, like, eating.”
Harry paused, mid-swipe of Louis’ staff discount card. “I don’t use my sandwiches for much else, personally.”
Louis sighed to himself, embarrassed. A small smile was playing on Harry’s lips, dimple denting his cheek. God, Louis felt like a bloody idiot.

There’s just something about the new checkout boy that makes Louis lose his cool and act like a complete idiot, which doesn’t escape the attention of Liam or Niall. As much as Louis hates embarrassing himself, there’s something about Harry that keeps Louis coming back for more.

**Erm… same author twice. But both fics are so different! This is FLUFF!!

i want you so much (but i hate your guts) by becauselarry (WIP) @obviouslybecauselarry

AU in which Louis gets accepted to play for the Manchester University Alpha-Beta Football Team. The only problem: Louis is actually an Omega. He is determined to make it big in the football world, though, and he can’t do that bound to an Omega team. With the help of a faked doctor’s certificate and some pretty strong suppressants he is ready to fight for his dream.

That Harry Styles (Alpha, second year and youngest football captain of the A-B team in ages) doesn’t seem to like him complicates matters, though.

**I know its WIP but its so good!! And ENEMIES TO LOVERS! Go and read it! 

i’m still learning to love by stylinsonau (WIP)

“Hello there.” Louis crouches in front of the small child, brunette with light sleepy eyes. He smiles fondly. He looks a lot like his father, but with a little less laugh lines, and frowns, and grumpiness.

The child continues to rub at his eyes, clutching at his little shark before he asks, “Are you gonna be my new Dada?”

Harry stiffens.

Or

An au where Harry has almost everything in the world except for the will to move on.

** ANother kid fic! Babysitter Louis! 


I wanna rec so much more. But its getting pretty long. And DON’T FORGET TO LEAVE A KUDOS AND NICE COMMENTS FOR THE AUTHORS!! 

Happy Reading!!!!!!!!

Re: Bruce Wayne's character development in Wonder Woman

Though Bruce does not making an appearance in Wonder Woman, I really do appreciate what this movie did for his character. Slight spoilers below.

Anyone familiar with Bruce would know that he’s just as capable of digging up info on Diana, Steve, Sameer, Charlie and Chief as he is tracking down their group photo.

But all he did was track down the photo, with a note telling her that, maybe one day, she’ll trust him enough with her story. He cares about her and her privacy so much that he’s willing to wait and sit on info he could easily get, because it’s important and personal to her.

This is my Bruce.

Secret is Out: Part 6

AN: Here is Part 6, as voted on twitter! Enjoy!

Prompt: What happens when secret identities are taken away from every DC superhero?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5


    “You know you don’t have to wear the glasses, right?”

    Clark glances back at you in the mirror, before looking back at the glasses, “I suppose it doesn’t matter. They’ve pasted both versions of my face all over the news.”

    You crawl out of bed and jump on to his back, so that you’re hanging off his back. When you can’t quite manage it, he smiles and bends down a bit. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he makes sure you’re secure before straightening again.    

    “You realize it’s the same face, right? This one just happens to be void of glasses.”

“I know, I’m just going to miss it.”

You kiss his cheek, “Miss what?”

“Being able to walk around without being recognized, or taking you to dinner without

being ambushed by reporters. Going to work without being stared at.”

    You wince before letting go, and sliding off his back, “You’re nervous, aren’t you?”

    “More than a little.”

    You nod, “Understandable, because if I worked in our office I’d give you lots of grief over writing articles about yourself.”

    His eyes focus in on you, “You do work in my office.”

    You snap your fingers, “That’s right! I take the photos, and dig up information, silly me.”

    He stares at you, “You have something planned.”

    You shrug before sending him a smirk, “Guess you won’t know until we get there.” And without another word you walk into the closet and change. When you’re done, you come out to find him staring at the door.

    You whisper, “Is there an alien on the other side?”

    His tone has a bit of bite to it, “Nope. Just lots and lots of neighbors.”

    You roll your eyes, “The neighbors have been trying to steal a glance of you since the news broke. You just keep flying out the window.”

    “There’s other women out there.”

    You roll your eyes, “Do I look worried? I have Shayera and Vixen at my beck and call. I’ve got mad back up, so it’s time to kick the farm boy persona, remember you’re in the city and get a move on, before we’re late.”

    He pouts a bit, but allows you to push him towards the door, you pull it open to reveal several of the little old ladies who live on your hall. You give him a look that says, “This is what had your tights in a twist?” before focusing on the neighbors.

“Good morning Ms. Ghent, Ms. Libby, how are you this morning?”

They smile, “We’re fine dear. Just here to tell you something.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, we just wanted to let you know we got rid of those girls who were trolling around.

You and Clark are a match made in heaven, and just cause he saves the world doesn’t give them the right to come trolling around.”

    You smile, “Thank you Ms. Libby. To tell you the truth Clark is a bit nervous, this is our first time going out with everyone knowing.”

    Mrs. Ghent snorts, “Nonsense. Clark Kent is just as good a man as Superman. In fact this whole thing just makes the world seem a bit less crazy.”

    You glance at Clark to find him smiling, “Thank you Ms. Libby, Mrs. Ghent. Let me know if you ladies need anything moved, okay.”

    They smile and send the two of you off with a tin of cookies. The front door to your building is a bit of a different story. It’s filled with reporters and shouting fans. Clark glances at you, “Sad thing is we know each and every one of those guys.”

    You nod, “Half of them are scum.”

    “We should get a car.”

    You roll your eyes, “When you fly you can break Mach 1. We are not getting a car.”

    “Is flying your suggestion for this situation, because I’ll remind you that you’re wearing a skirt.”

    You smirk, “I have shorts on underneath.”

    The two of you stare at each other, before you surge forward and push open the doors. You stick your fingers in your mouth and let out a sharp whistle. The flashes from the cameras stops and you smile, “I’d just like to remind ALL of you, that there is a very good chance that we have worked together before, or at the very least I’ve worked with someone who knows you. That means I know your dirty little secrets. Also remember that I’m not my husband and I have no problem hanging you out to dry. So stop looking for news and go find a celebrity to photograph instead.”

    More than a few of them look nervous, and all of them know what you’re capable of. Clark comes out a minute later and asks, “Was that really necessary?”

    You stare at him for a minute, before turning and walking down the street. You murmur just loud enough for him to hear, “I married a boy scout.”

    He catches up, and takes your hand a moment later. You get stopped several times on your way. Mainly by fans. You get more than a few stares, but you make it to the office eventually.

    The stares are enough to unnerve even you. You’re proud of the way Clark keeps his head high and his eyes on his desk. You take your seats and get to work. You’ve almost blocked out the being watched feeling when Perry yells, “Kent. My office NOW!”

    You both jump up, until he says, “Superman only.”

    You wince at the use of the name, but watch as your husband walks in. Then you realize everyone else’s eyes are on him, and turn back to your work. He comes out half an hour later and slumps into his chair.

    Clicking through the images you ask, “Do I want to know?”

    “I’m not allowed to write about Superman anymore.”

    “As expected.”

    “He wants me to cover what it means to have superhero identities exposed. Interview the League and such.”

You laugh, “Can I be there when you ask Bruce for an interview?”

Clark just groans.  

[x]

I’m a sucker for set-dressing (and also masculine domesticity), so my eyes were drawn right to the refrigerator. It’s a faraway shot. but I’m pretty sure that Juggie’s got three photos of his dad tacked up on the fridge there.

(I’m not crying, you’re crying. Maybe we’re both crying?)

Bottom right looks like maybe him and FP on the bike, and top photo definitely looks like FP in a baseball cap - @fredheads, are you responsible for this?

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[TRANS] From. CHEN - 170921
(please take out with credits to @ dayafterdae)


Hello~ This is Chen~!
It’s already my birthday again hahaha. Time seems to be passing really fast~
Everyone, is your 2017 going well? I’ll upload a birthday commemoration message for everyone since it’s been a while ♡

Today i did some digging up~! (T/N: research)
Okay, let’s begin.

First up, it’s my eyes!
I think my eyes are really similar to my mum’s. My mum and dad both, have double eyelids. When I laugh/smile I really look similar to my mum hahahaha

Next is my nose~! (My) Full looking nose is similar to my dad’s. Awhile back, i chanced upon a photo of my dad when he was younger. I seem to resemble him as I grew up hahaha

Lastly the lips!!!!!!!!! These days the weather is really dry…. Our Aeries apply lip balm~!!!

For giving me a path (T/N: raising me in a way) that’s beautiful and healthy thank you mum and dad~ i love you ~♡

Also our EXO-L~!!! Thank you for wishing me ‘Happy Birthday’. This 2017 too, I had a fun and exciting time because of our Aeries. For the remainder of 2017, together, let’s spend it excitingly~

It’s cold at night so be careful not to catch a cold ~♡
Bye~

Against The Ropes: Arrow 6x02 Review (Tribute)

Arrow delivers another strong episode with “Tribute.” We are on a roll! As I’ve said, I enjoy Oliver most when he’s up against the ropes and punching his way out. In “Tribute” Oliver is fighting against three heavy weights: Samandra, William and Anatoly. He’s not the only one backed into a corner though. John Diggle is too.

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EXCUSES, EXCUSES...

Originally posted by nctaezen

anon said : haechan fluff where he’s on the baseball team and like he catches a ball that was about to hit you with his bare hands and you have to help him around for the week until his hand heals and at the end he like ?? confesses to you ?? :> I just really need some haechan fluff pls

Summary: After hurting his hand to save you from a baseball flying directly at your head, Haechan finds numerous excuses to spend time with you so that you can quote-unquote “make it up to him”…

Warnings: A disgusting amount of fluff bc I love Haechan and listened to “My First and Last” while I was writing this…

Genre: Fluff!

Word Count: 3.6k+


There were definite pros and cons to being part of the yearbook club. A pro would be that you were given the opportunity to take photos. Taking photos may very well have been your favorite thing to do. A con would be that you had to take photos of the baseball team… including the team’s heartthrob.

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stressedout-artkid  asked:

MC as a painter and rfa+V&Saeren find out one day

This one gave me a little trouble because it’s really close to the artist one I’ve done in the past, but I did my best to make it unique. 


Yoosung

  • The two of you usually hang out at his place, simply because there’s more room and he’s got a nicer setup for things like movies or gaming. When you’re not there, you go out.
  • You decide not to tell him because you want to surprise him with a gift; a painting of his LOLOL character.
  • In the meantime, you let him teach you about the game and even make your own character (it’s actually really fun?), and he’s so excited that it doesn’t take long for you to end up with top-notch gear like his.
  • When his birthday rolls around, you carefully wrap the two paintings you made and take it over to him, handing them to him in anticipation.
  • He unwraps them eagerly and gasps, his jaw dropping at both of them; one of his character standing majestically against one of his favorite backdrops in the game, and one of your character posing with his.
  • “They’re beautiful,” he murmurs, staring down at them. “Did you ask someone to paint them for you?”
  • You laugh, knowing this was likely to come up. “Nope. I painted them myself.”
  • His eyes widen and he just blinks at you a moment before setting them down and scooping you up into his arms, twirling you around once and placing a kiss on your lips.
  • “W-wow! That’s so amazing! You’re so talented, why didn’t you ever tell me? I can’t believe you managed to capture them both so well…” and he’s off, chattering happily about the pictures as well as your skill, making sure to state over and over again how amazed and proud he is of you.
  • “I’m going to show all of my friends how awesome of a girlfriend I have!”

Zen

  • You want so badly to impress him, to show him you’re worth his time, and so you tell him over the phone one day.
  • He says he’s impressed and that one day he hopes to see something of yours. So of course, you decide to paint something specifically for him to see.
  • What is the question, but the answer presents itself when he calls you one day after Jumin pressures him about doing a cat food commercial, and he mentions in passing that that he likes dogs.
  • When you get off the phone, you excitedly open your sketch pad, determined to find a dog you think represents him and paint it.
  • Then he hurts his ankle and you pour yourself into your work, hoping that the hints everyone but Jaehee have been sending about you possibly going to see him is true and wanting to have it done by then.
  • You barely finish in time, but you do. No sooner is the paint dry then you have to go.
  • The door opens to his apartment and you immediately hand him the canvas, holding your breath as he takes it, motioning you inside before looking at it.
  • “This is beautiful, but if I may ask, why this dog?” His eyes never leave the canvas and you can tell he’s just being curious, not rude.
  • “I wanted to pick a breed that I thought fit what I think of when i think of you. So I chose the Alaskan Malamute; handsome and strong.”
  • He carefully sets it down and pulls you into a hug, a gesture you happily return.
  • “Thank you, I love it. Your personality is reflected in the way you painted it: beautiful and kind.”

Jaehee

  • You start the painting of Zen as soon as you discover how hard she has it, thinking maybe it will at least let her know someone cares for her.
  • It doesn’t take much to get Zen on-board with the plan, and he digs up some super rare photos of him in past roles for you to choose from.
  • When it’s done, you hitch a taxi ride to where she lives, purposefully timing it to arrive when Zen does to give her the grinder.
  • It’s rolled up in a tube and stuffed in your backpack, so she has no idea you have anything for her.
  • Which means she looks even more surprised when you extract the tube and hand it over to her, softly saying you got her something, too.
  • She sits down her coffee and pops it open, unrolling it carefully once she pulls it out.
  • Her soft little gasp makes your heart feel like it’s going to burst.
  • Zen leans over to see which picture you chose, flashing you a smile and a thumbs up before making an excuse and leaving, so it’s just you and her.
  • There are tears in her eyes as she carefully rolls it up, placing it gently on her table. She stands and makes her way over to you and you stand as well, anticipating a hug.
  • You’re a bit surprised when she kisses you instead.
  • “Thank you,” she says softly when she pulls back, smiling at you. “Thank you for sharing your talent with me. It’s a beautiful portrait but… knowing you’re the one who made it makes it so much more special.”

Jumin

  • He didn’t really know what you got up to at Rika’s apartment, and after moving in, he knew you repurposed one of the spare rooms, but he’s never really asked why in the few weeks you’ve been living there.
  • You leave the door open when you go in and he can hear music playing, but he’s never felt the urge to interrupt you.
  • Today is a little different in that he’d had a particularly rough day at work and is really needing some of your wonderful comfort. Normally he might be able to make do with Elizabeth the 3rd, but she’s nowhere to be found.
  • The door is cracked open but he knocks anyway, waiting to enter until your voice calls out for him to do so.
  • His eyes widen as he steps in, taking in the sight of you in your painting clothes standing before your easel, canvas in front of you and Elizabeth the 3rd sitting just beyond, posing.
  • You beckon him over and he strides forward, eyes wandering over various other things you’ve been working on. It’s all impressive. He’s impressed.
  • What you’re currently working on is a painting based off your engagement photo, except that you seem to be adding Elizabeth the 3rd in.
  • “I thought you might like something like this for at work or just to have around here,” you say, smiling sweetly at him, and he feels his spirits lifting higher already.
  • “I will happily take anything you paint and display it in my office for all to see,” he says seriously, running a hand over your cheek. “I love you.”

707

  • He finds out fairly quickly just by seeing you do it over the CCTV. It isn’t long after that you mention it offhandedly in chat, saying you’re not that good.
  • That’s a lie; even through the grainy lens of the camera he can see how careful you are, how beautiful it is.
  • He’s entranced and will often spend any break he has watch (or re-watching) you paint, because it’s so relaxing to him and you really seem to enjoy it.
  • He makes a joke in the chat room that you should paint him a picture of Longcat. Or Elly, although Jumin’s quick to shoot that one down.
  • You just tease him back, but he notices you shift the angle you work in, making it so he can’t see what you’re doing.
  • It’s not long after he’s forced to come to your apartment and you two get in a fight over whether or not you can be friends. When you confront him yet again -this time by throwing your arms around him- he wonders why you’re pushing so hard, but he is wearing down.
  • You disappear suddenly before returning with a painting; one of him, surrounded by cats - including Elly and Longcat.
  • That’s it, he’s gone.
  • It’s not quite completed and he asks if he can watch you work on it. You agree, of course.
  • “Babe, let’s go to the space station. I could spend the rest of my life with you, watching you paint.”

V

  • When he makes a passing comment about this being his last batch of photos to sell, you mention maybe you could try your paintings to see if they’d sell.
  • He gets curious and looks them up, while he can still see. Like him, you’re not widely known but you do have a following and he can see why; you’re fantastic.
  • It’s one of the things that helps you two bond. After everything happens at the ME headquarters and he miraculously survives, you help him paint as a way to still be able to express himself.
  • He can’t see well enough through the camera to take pictures anymore but he can still see the beauty of color, so he paints based on that.
  • He’ll never be good, not like you, but that doesn’t matter; in addition to the joy of it, he’s also falling for you.
  • “I’m so happy you were blessed with this talent; it’s what allowed me to grow closer to you.”

Saeran

  • It takes a while for him to let you approach him after he’s rescued, but one of the first times you do is at his and Seven’s birthday party where you present him with a picture of the sky at dawn, filled with colors and clouds.
  • He loves it but he’s confused; why are you giving him anything?
  • “Thank you, but I- I can’t accept this,” he says, trying to give it back. “I don’t deserve a gift from you.”
  • You gently push it back toward him. “Please, keep it,” you reply and he’s shocked to see some hurt in your eyes. Did he do that? Again? “I made it for you.”
  • “You… made it?” You nod, and he stares down at it. It’s lovely, really, and holds a promise of the tranquility he’s never felt.
  • He admires you for painting, and is shocked when one say you ask if he wants to paint with you. “It might be good for you,” you say, as if he really needs the excuse.
  • But it is good for him; the action provided him with the calm he feels when he looks at the picture you made him, and he starts to do it often, even when you’re not there.
  • Christmas comes around and you gift him another painting, this one of the night sky.
  • He hands you one back, blushing deeply as you open it. It’s a little cartoon of you and him painting, and the text says “thank you for letting me into your world. The next panel shows you outside together, eating ice cream and pointing at the clouds. “Would you like to be in mine?”
If It’s Meant To Be

***PLEASE NOTE: This is a series. You can find all parts linked below.***

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Summary: It’s been 6 years since you left Daveed to better yourself. Things have been pretty good but it was only a matter of time until your past caught up with you.

Words: 8.1k+ (I AM SO SORRY)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

A/N: THE BIG FINALE! This is my first finished series and I am so proud of it! I really hope yall like this chapter! It took a lot out of me but I am so excited to release this! Shout out to Ale for being the best beta ever!

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Daveed landed at noon, his legs cramped and nerves at an all time high. He grabbed his suitcase and took a taxi to a Marriott near your restaurant.

“Okay, what did I bring to wear?” He mumbled to himself, opening the suitcase and laying out his options on the bed.

“I should’ve paid more attention to what I threw in here.” He shook his head, not too happy with what he had but he could pull something together.

He held up a button down along with some nice jeans then he glanced at his feet and frowned. He couldn’t wear sneakers to see Y/N, he had to look his absolute best. Daveed tossed down the clothes and picked up his phone, heading outside. This was NYC, there were clothing stores everywhere, especially in this touristy area. He let himself wander for a bit, looking at all the stores but not seeing anything that called out to him. Then he saw them, a beautiful pair of dress shoes in a shop window.

“Yo…” Daveed trailed off, a smile spreading on his face.

He entered the store, looking at the different suits that surrounded him as he approached the counter.

“Excuse me? Would you happen to have those shoes in the front in an 11?”

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Being in a relationship with Jake headcanon.

Being in a relationship with Jake Gyllenhaal would include:

-          Starting off as Secret Lovers because he knows what impact the world of Media can have on someone who hasn’t got a thick skin for it already.

-          You being insecure and thinking that he’ll never make you official, that he’s just playing with you.

-          Him noticing that you’re all gloomy again while he’s cooking for you.

Jake puts the frying pan down, turn off the oven and startles you as he takes a seat next to you.  ‘Y/N, we have to take this slow, please trust me. I want nothing but the best for you, you’re everything to me’

-          You realizing he was right from the start as soon as ‘Who’s this new mysterious girl Jake Gyllenhaal is hanging out with’ articles start showing up and media starts digging into your life.

-          Both of you laying low, waiting for the excitement to cool off.

-          Everything getting cleared once Jake accepts to do an interview and speaks openly about you.

“Yes, it’s true’ he looks at the photo the host put up with you and him and smiles ‘We’re dating for 8 months now and I truly love her’

-          Both introducing each other to your families. Everybody is happy, his mother approves of you after a long talk about books over wine, while Jake is in the kitchen , preparing dinner with his sister. ‘I like this one, she’s smart’ she told him grinning and you blushed.

-          Him being supportive of your career , always listening to your ramblings and tantrums after a rough day. He always knows what to say. ‘We can’t satisfy every single person in this world Y/N, there will always be people who don’t like you, no matter what you do. Just ignore them’

-          Him clearing his throat repeatedly one evening after eating. He’s drinking more beer than usual. Who knows, he might be stressed out from his upcoming projects.

‘Something on your mind?’ you scooch closer to him on the couch and he flinches, your heart skipping a beat. This is bad.

‘Mhm , yeah’ he stands up.

Is he breaking up with you?

‘Do … you…wanna move in with me?’ he stutters and looks away, for some reason expecting the worst.

‘Yes’ you jump, pulling him into a hug.

-          Facetiming almost every day while he’s away filming. You won’t lie to yourself, it’s hard when he’s gone for months. But once he’s back, there’s no doubt it’s worth it.

-          You spending a lot of time with his mom meanwhile.

‘Hey honey’ you answer the phone, turning on the video. Your heart flutters as soon as he pops up on your screen, smiling.

‘How are you? Check this this out’ he shows you a beach ‘I wanna bring you here sometimes, it’s beautiful’

‘It is’ you grin and sneak a hand behind his mom’s shoulder, pulling her into the camera’s sight ‘Look who’s here’

‘Hey mom’ Jake chuckles ‘What are you guys up to?’

His mom lifts a bottle of wine ‘Gossip , mostly about you’

You all laugh.

-          Him teaching you his cooking secrets and watching you hopelessly fail as he’s reading the horoscope.

-          You falling asleep with your head on his lap on the couch while you’re watching some movie.

-          Him always freaking out when you tell him you’ve seen HIS film. You still don’t understand why, he knows he’s your favorite actor.

-          Going to Broadway shows and you shyly stepping aside when fangirls crowd him for photos and autographs. You’re not jealous, you never were.

-          You visiting him sometimes on set when he’s not working very far away, sometimes even as a surprise.

-          Him always falling asleep first, throwing his heavy leg over your body in the process.

-          You always waking up before him (those College days) and waiting for him downstairs with coffee.

‘Morning’ he steps inside the kitchen , rubbing his eyes and yawning. You always find him most sexy like this, in such a vulnerable state, a husky voice and messy hair.

‘Morning love’ you look up and he pecks your lips before pouring himself a nice cup of fresh coffee.

A/N: as promised to anon who requested this, sorry it took so long. I just did some BIG LINES, it’s my first headcanon, I had no idea what I was doing. LOL, hope you guys like it. (Btw anon I included the horscope part , hmph not sure if it’s what you wanted)

P.S I didn’t know how to end it, how do you end a headcanon? A little more and I would’ve made it a fic. LOL.

P.S 2 Gif not mine, found it on google. (Message me if you made it, I will give proper credit)

4

Monster is cleaned up and part of the collection now.

I took some photos of him with Mama, the female opossum I picked up a few years ago. She’s the only other opossum skull currently in my collection. The size difference is staggering!

Monster is missing a few pieces and teeth, but I have a few others in the box with the rest of his bones that I need to dig through. He was found dead, mostly skeletonized, on my property a few weeks ago.

Monster makes the fourth opossum skeleton I’ve found on my small property. I believe he was hit by a car and wandered to a safer place where he passed.

I’m extremely happy to have such a huge opossum as part of my collection, but boy do I wish I could have seen him alive. I bet that was a sight!

I’m procrastinating and impatient, so here’s a preview of the new B99 + Photographer/Model AU I’ve been developing!!
→ All the props to @peraltiagoisland​, @proofthatihaveaheart​, @three-drink-amy​, @elsaclack​, @tiadorable​, @stardustsantiago​, @littlegreenwomen​, @scullysthumbtacks​, @jokeperatla​, and @dogworldchampion​ for listening to me gush about this AU for daysssssss. 

Amy’s in the middle of typing out a text to Rosa (they’re ironing out the details for an upcoming shoot) when a notification pops up at the top of her screen. Her eyes flicker to it, and her heart skips a beat. 

thatjakeperalta liked your post

She bites her bottom lip and shakes her head, mentally chastising herself for reacting to such a tiny thing. So he liked one of her Instagram photos, big deal.

She finishes off her text, confirming the stylists have been notified on the time and venue of their shoot, then switches over to her Instagram app. She just wants to check how well her last post is doing, she couldn’t care less about some model double-tapping on her picture. 

Even if he is ridiculously attractive and funny and by far the nicest model she’s worked with in the seven years of her professional career. 

She brings up her activity feed, which is filled with likes and comments from her industry friends and other followers. It’s the message at the top that again throws her off for a second. 

She was expecting to find that he had liked her most recent photo, but the thumbnail beside the notification isn’t this morning’s sunrise. Instead, it’s her smiling at the camera excitedly. Rosa had snapped the photo when they had reached the destination of their hike nearly a year ago

Before she can fully process this, she gets a slew of new notifications – all about thatjakeperalta liking her photos. 

Her cheeks redden a smidge, and a grin spreads on her face as she realizes what’s going on. He’d been stalking her Instagram, and this is him trying to cover his tracks. 

She’s definitely been there, and she knows how embarrassing it feels. But also, she just can’t resist gloating in his misery. 

She quickly takes a screencap of the page and sends it to him. For good measure, she texts: 

Working hard, I see. 

On Jake’s end, he’s absolutely mortified. 

He’s past contemplating cutting off his thumb for getting him in this mess, and he’s right about ready to change his name and go off the grid. He’s pretty darn sure his mom wouldn’t mind, so long as he sends her a postcard every now and then. 

He reads Amy’s text and groans loudly, burying his burning face in his pillow. If he could just go back in time and stop himself from liking a photo posted 48 freaking weeks ago. 

Eventually, he lifts his head up and reaches for his phone on the nightstand. He pulls up the message again and sighs, wondering how he’s going to charm his way out of this. 

It takes awhile, but he finally replies: 

just doing research on this photog i’m working with next week. she’s ayt i guess?? :P

Amy snickers and takes a second to attach an old photo of him she had found when doing “research” of her own. It’s him in a cough syrup ad from at least five years ago, and he’s looking like he’s at death’s door. 

I’m not sure about this model I was assigned for a shoot. Do you think I should just call off the gig? 

The pit of dread in his stomach eases up, and he chuckles.

i’ll have you know, i got free cough meds for months after that. it was p sweet when flu season came around.

and ngl, there was like a span of 4 years where i just said yes to everything.

the modeling world is crayyyyyy.

The next thing he receives is a photo of him holding a snake. There’s more of a grimace on his face than a smile. 

Did you get to keep the snake after this or did the pet store give you other freebies? 

He laughs and gets up to grab one of the folders on his shelf. He hasn’t really been compiling his latest tear sheets, but his mom used to catalog his earliest work. He finds the oldest folder and flips to one of the first pages – a photo of him as a toddler, donning only a Baby Looney Tunes-themed diaper and beaming. He snaps a picture of the ad and sends it over. 

i hit my prime early and everything’s just been downhill after

you think i’m ever going to get back to this level???

She lets out an aww and makes a mental note to dig up the rest of his childhood work later. (Over the weekend, when she does find the time to hunt through various online archives, she finds herself having to squash down the image of a tiny Jake Jr. running around her apartment. She chalks it up to her hormones and natural maternal instincts.) 

She goes back to her Instagram app and scrolls through the photos he’s been tagged in. Her eyebrows shoot up at some of the earliest pictures, where he’s styled to look like genderbent Disney princesses. She vaguely recalls this going viral back in her college days, and she isn’t sure how she didn’t put two and two together. She double-taps on all of them and sends over a screencap of her favorite one. 

I didn’t realize this was you! This photo series was so cool!!! How did I miss that looksbylinetti was your make up artist?

lol yeah isn’t gina amazing?! fun fact: this was the project that got me an agent. shout out to charles and his love for disney!

So amazing. I have to bug Gina about this at our next shoot. You think she’d be open to doing a redux on these? We need to do one of you as Elsa!

He’s typing out his reply when he’s interrupted by a call from Gina Linetti herself. “Hello?”

“GIRL, YOU GOTTA ASK AMY OUT ASAP BECAUSE SHE’S TOTES STALKING YOU ON INSTA RIGHT NOW.” 

He laughs. “Yeah, I know.” 

“Uh- wait, ARE YOU WITH HER RIGHT NOW? Explain yourself, Jacob.”

“We’ve just been texting. It’s nothing. I accidentally liked one of her photos from a year ish ago, so we’ve been talking.” 

“Okay normally I’d disown you for that, but obviously your faux pas worked out somehow so.” 

“I mean nothing’s happened really, but -” 

“Nothing’s happened yet, boo! Okay, go back to flirting with Santiago or whatever. I’ll see ya at the shoot next week!”

Jake grins goofily in spite of himself, thankful he’s not in front of a camera for once. 

Ninette Day 3 Childhood Friends

A sort of au where Nino and Marinette have been friends since childhood. I had planned something else for day 3, but I really struggled with writing it, so I may post it later instead.


“So, you’re…Ladybug.”

Marinette nodded.

“And that’s why you keep disappearing every time there’s an akuma attack.”

“Yeah…” She sighed. “Please don’t tell anyone.”

“What?” Nino raised a brow. “I wouldn’t tell anyone. I just wish you’d told me.”

“Well, I’m not supposed to tell anyone.” She glanced over at the small red creature that had separated from her when he walked in on her detransformation. “I guess it doesn’t count if it’s an accident.”

“Oh, right. The whole secret identity thing.” He grimaced. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Marinette motioned to the creature. “This is Tikki. She’s my kwami.”

Nino stepped closer to examine Tikki. “What’s a kwami?”

“She’s what lets me turn into Ladybug,” Marinette explained, digging out a bag of cookies from her purse.

“It’s nice to meet you, Nino.” Tikki grinned up at him. “I’ve heard great things about you.”

“Just tell me the truth.” He bent down so he was on her level. “Did Marinette tell you about the night of a thousand croissants?”

Tikki giggled. “She might have mentioned it once or twice.”

“Well, how about the time she dressed up as a macaron for class photo day?”

Marinette paled. “Don’t you dare.”

Nino grinned. “I have pictures.”

“Don’t you dare!”

She nearly wrestled the phone out of his hand while he quickly scrolled through his pictures. “She looks adorable.”

“Nino Lahiffe, you put that phone away right now or I swear…”

Tikki laughed. “When was this?”

“It never happened,” Marinette answered, snatching Nino’s phone away.

“Eight years ago,” Nino murmured to Tikki. “I’ll show you later.”

“You do that, and I’m bringing your baby pictures to class.”

“Hey, I was a cute baby.”

Marinette sighed. “Yeah, you were.”

“I’m sure you were a cute macaron,” Tikki said, settling on Marinette’s shoulder.

“I thought you were on my side,” Marinette grumbled.

Nino took the bag of cookies from Marinette and offered one to Tikki. “I think we’ll get along just fine.”

anonymous asked:

The photo of Harry on his knees.. got me hot n hard. ITS SO FUCKING SEXY JUST IMAGIND HIM KNEELING LIKE THAT INFRONT OF YOU

FUCK ME UP

He’s still in his suit for the night, propped on his knees as he slowly kisses along your abdomen and around your belly button, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling the zipper down painfully slow.

He’s looking up at you through his heavy lashes, jade irises twinkling with eagerness and hunger as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your pants, nails digging into the skin under your underwear and he pulls everything down in one swift yank.

He scoots closer, trailing wet, suckling kisses up your flexing thighs, gradually migrating towards the inner parts of your legs, sucking on the thick flesh softly as little moans and whimpers vibrate in his throat.

Your fingers are sifting through his fluffy, sweaty curls, your hold keeping his soft lips on your simmering body. Your view is of his head bobbing between your thighs, teeth nipping at the mounds of muscle, teasing your damp clit with his warm panting and button nose.

Then he roughly gropes the back of your thighs, swinging one leg over one of his broad shoulders, making the perfect alcove for him to fit right in front of your crotch.

Harry thumbs over the swollen bud a few times, blowing on it gently and giggling softly as you let out a squeak.

“Can’t wait to have you gushing for me.”

Wicked Fate: 4

One Two Three Five Six Seven Eight Nine Epilogue

A lot of you wanted to know what happened at that party…well, here you go! Enjoy the chaos please. 🎉

EVENING 


The problem was, the heart-skipping feeling wasn’t going away. You wondered if you should just give him the cold shoulder or enjoy the feeling while you could. 

You got your answer on Friday. 

On Thursday, you cleverly planned to pace out your homework during any free time between classes in order to avoid everyone altogether. It worked, no one bothered you as your earbuds filled your ears with music and you finished your homework. 

On Friday, your decision was made for you that morning. 

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skye07 replied to your postso i just picked up crocheting so now i’m thinking…

Ohhh how about they create an account where they take pictures of the dolls having adventures kind of what @feelingsinwinter does with Lego, or just tagging along with an avenger.

I dig it. Bonus: It’s just Bucky that does it. Tony has no idea until he’s doing an interview for Teen Vogue and the girl asks about it and he says “What?” And she opens up her Instagram to show him this very popular account called “Sim-Kwiss” (CIMCWS) and there–there’s Crochet Iron Man and Crochet Winter Soldier going on adventures.

“My favorite is when this Preying Mantis crashed the photo shoot and the guy just rolled with it,” she adds, scrolling down to where–CWS is the one being attacked by the preying mantis and saved by CIM. Teen Vogue has a great article plus great pictures of Tony in quiet awe of all these pictures.

(Tony thinks about this for ages. It’s never Iron Man in trouble; it’s always the Winter Soldier being rescued. He wonders what that means, that Iron Man is always saving the Winter Soldier. Bucky is quite good at taking care of himself, especially in battle. He hasn’t brought up that he saw Bucky make them kiss–that, that was private, Bucky didn’t even know he’d seen it. How does he bring this up? Should he? Bucky seems… happier these days. Tony doesn’t want to ruin it, if making CIM and CWS go on adventures is what makes him happy, what makes his shoulders relax.)

((Bucky sees the interview in Teen Vogue (he likes Teen Vogue, he thinks they cover things really well, he wishes more magazines did these things), sees Tony’s quiet awe as he looks through Bucky’s Instagram, and cuts the article and pictures out to put in his special little box that Bruce helped him make when working with his hands was the only thing that made him forget the blood on them. It’s full of articles and interviews with Tony. He keeps CIM in there sometimes too, when he can’t stand himself, can’t trust himself, and doesn’t want to hurt the little doll. The box is a safe place.))