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Flirt With Me

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Requested: No

A/N: Okay, but doesn’t love Peter? This is my first Marvel fanfic and I am sure that there is more to come! Thanks so much for waiting and, as always, I hope you enjoy!

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You felt a rush of relief as the bell rang, fleeing from the classroom in a hurry, hoping to lose Flash Thompson, who was hot on your heels, in the crowd. 

You run through the halls of the school, desperately trying to find your best friend Peter Parker. You spot the colour of his favourite sweatshirt out of the corner of your eye and skid to a halt in front of the glass library doors. You peered inside and sure enough, Peter was sitting alone at one of the desks, studying for an upcoming test. 

You look back and forth feeling frantic, your hair whipping wildly as you checked to see if Flash was near. He was nowhere in sight. You were safe, for the time being. 

You hurriedly push open the heavy doors of the library, the hinges squeaking rather loudly. The librarian looked up from her desk and glared at you. You smiled apologetically before hurrying over to Peter and slipping into the seat next to him. 

“Oh, hi (Y/N)-” 

“Peter.” you gasp, trying to catch your breath from all the running. He tilts his head as he looks at you, confused. 

“Are you alright? Why are you panting? Oh no, do we have to run a mile today in PE? Dang it.” 

“No no, it’s not that. It’s Thompson,” you answer, shaking your head. Peter’s eyes flare at the mention of the name but the action remains unnoticed by you.

 “What did the idiot do this time?” he asks, sighing and balling his hands into tight fists. 

“He keeps asking me out even though I’ve told him that I wasn’t interested countless times,” you say in frustration, pinching the bridge of your nose. “But he won’t leave me alone. He sat next to me in History for the past hour and he just wouldn’t stop hitting on me. I wish I could just take his head and-” 

You made a violent gesture in mid air and Peter smiled at your behaviour.

“Ugh, aren’t boys just revolting.” he remarks, making you smile. 

“Please, tell me about it.” You shake your head in disgust. “And I’m pretty sure he’s following me now. He’ll probably find me soon…oh no.” 

Your voice trails off and both you and Peter spot Flash approaching the library, swaggering through that halls as if he owned the place. Peter glared at him as he got closer. In his opinion, that kid was way worse than any bank robber he had ever webbed up. 

You grabbed his shoulder and he looked down at your hand, startled by your sudden action. 

“Arg, he’s coming! I need to hide!” you yelp, looking around wildly for a place to hide but to no avail. You were out in plain sight. You flinched as you heard the doors of the library open and looked at Peter for help. And then, an incredibly stupid idea pops into your head. 

“Flirt with me.” you whisper, instantly regretting everything. 

Saying that he looked shocked would have been the understatement of the century. 

“Er - what?” he exclaimed, his face turning a bright shade of pink as Flash entered rather obnoxiously loudly into the library. He was apologizing to the cranky librarian and you quickly explained your oh so stupid plan to Peter. 

“If he sees I’m taken, he won’t ever try to make a move again.” you explain quickly, feeling yourself heat up and Peter looks at you skeptically, his blush fading. 

“(Y/N), are you sure about this? I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” 

Flash starts to walk towards your table and your grip on Peter’s arm tightens. 

“Please.” 

He nods slightly and clears his throat, scooting himself closer to you. 

“So, uh, do you come here often?” he asks in a low voice and you stare at him before bursting out into laughter. 

“Is that honestly the best thing you’ve got?” you ask through giggles. “Gee, you’re just as awkward as I am.” 

He rolls his eyes playfully. “Hey, at least I’ve got you laughing now. It’s makes everything more convincing.” 

But he was right. Flash was eyeing the two of you, looking agitated and envious. 

“And no, this is my best line… You are absolutely, astoundingly beautiful and that’s the least interesting thing about you.” he whispers, his hand cupping your chin and tilting your head up, forcing you to look him in the eyes. His face is mere centimeters from yours and you could feel his hot breath fanning across your face. 

Your mind goes totally blank as you stare into his eyes, trying to clear your throat to say something witty back at him but you couldn’t think. Instead, to your horror, you feel your face flush as you continued to get lost in his eyes. 

“Perfect! I’ve got you blushing now too!” Peter observes, looking quite satisfied with himself. This simply deepened your blush and he chuckled. It was definitely odd, seeing this confident side of Peter, but you had to say that you were enjoying it, maybe even a little too much. 

“You’re a great actress, (Y/N).” he whispers with a grin and you nod unconsciously. 

“Er, yeah. Acting…” 

“How’s our victim?” he whispers into your ear, drawing you even closer to him, if possible. 

“Uh, h-he’s looking absolutely furious.” you stutter, finally managing to get a full sentence out. You mentally scold yourself, you weren’t going to let him know that he was making you melt and feel absolutely flustered. “He should be gone soon.” 

“Good, let’s keep at it then.” he murmurs, taking your hand gently and looking at you through his lashes. Your heart beat quickened as Peter placed his lips on your knuckles, kissing them lightly. 

“If I had a star for every time you brightened my day, I’d be holding a galaxy.” he said lazily against the back of your hand and tried your best to refrain yourself from shaking at his touch. Your mind couldn’t help but wander to the thought of what his soft lips would feel like against your own… 

“That’s so cliché.” you say feeling awfully breathless and he smiles once again before lifting his head back up to meet your eyes. 

“It is indeed. But it’s also true.” he replied, without breaking his character. You knew that if you had been standing, your legs would’ve failed you. “I was always told that nobody was perfect, but you’re clearly the exception. However, there is one thing I want to change about you.” 

“W-what?” you question, stuttering again. 

“Your last name.”

You desperately tried to think of a clever comeback but you couldn’t, it was as if your brain had been turned to mush. Once again you were at a loss of words, something you prided yourself of not happening. Your best friend gave you a reassuring smile before gesturing towards where Flash was standing, asking you to check if he was still there. The other boy was nowhere in sight. Thank the heavens, he was gone. But you also felt a pang of disappointment when you realized that Peter’s charade would soon come to an end… 

“He’s gone. Flash is gone.” you whisper incoherently, and Peter’s face lights up with a huge grin. 

“Yes! You’re plan worked (Y/N)!” Peter cheered happily, dropping the low, seductive voice he had used merely seconds ago.

“Are you alright?” he inquired when you don’t cheer with him. 

“Y-yeah. I’m great.”

To your dismay, he scooted away from you and began to pack up his things before standing up. 

“I feel like I allured you with my awkwardness rather than flirting with you.” Peter said, chuckling as he swung his backpack on effortlessly. “On his behalf, Flash was a complete idiot to believe any of that, I do hope I was convincing enough.” 

He frowns slightly and you nod your head furiously. 

“Uh, yeah! You were great! Could’ve fooled me!” you squeaked, trying yourself to sound as convincing as possible. Peter didn’t seem to notice how significantly higher your voice had become. 

“He shouldn’t be bothering you anymore.” he says with a grin. 

“Yeah, hopefully. Thank you, Peter.” 

“No problem! And if he does bug you again, just let me know. I’ll be happy to help again. We make a pretty good team of actors, if I do say myself.” 

“Mhmm. Thanks again.” 

“Anything for you (Y/N). Well, I better get going. The ‘Stark internship’, y'know?” he says with a wink before running off to become his alter web shooting ego. 

You remained in the library, still glued to your seat. Your heart was still racing at a feverish pace. You place your hand on your cheek and to your surprise, find yourself still blushing, your cheek burning like fire. 

Was Peter Parker just that good at flirting or had you fallen for your best friend?

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Part 2

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Harry and I laid on the garden’s ground, doing nothing but enjoying the serenity of the evening. As time went by, the sun got closer and closer to the horizon, leaving behind a wide range of warm colours, revealing a lovely landscape in front of us.

Doing this was something common in us, we would always spend the last summer evenings in the backyard realising how lucky we were to get to see such a beautiful phenomenon everyday.

The soft currents of air hit on our faces, giving a pleasing tickle on them and making the situation inviting to fall asleep. I turned to the side staring at him. His eyes were shut, hiding his green orbs, lips parted and chest lifting up and down in a calm pace, he was asleep.

I loved the way he looked when he was lost in his dreams, like if nothing could worry or torture him at all.

The stare didn’t last long, as he suddenly opened his eyes, without previous expectation “What are you smiling at, love?” “Harry, you scared me! Weren’t you sleeping?” he chuckled at my reaction “Well yeah, or at least trying so… but the feeling of your eyes on me wouldn’t let me” I bit my lip in embarrassment, moving my eyes away from his “Sorry” “No, don’t be sorry. I love it when I have your eyes on me” “Why?” he picked me by the chin and made me lock eyes with him “Because I can see love in them” that, and a kiss on the forehead were enough to make me feel an inner butterfly explosion “Just love for you” he delicately brushed my lips with his pads before placing a kiss on them.

After some minutes of peaceful silence, enjoying the warmth his body radiated, I heard the groan of his stomach begging for food. The awkward cough he let out to hide it made me laugh “Some cutie hungry out there?” “Mee” “Any suggestions on what to eat?” He shrugged, before answering “Dunno, whatever… the last one to get in the kitchen cooks!” Between childlike chuckles he stood up and ran towards the inside of the house, throwing some soil at me in the process “Hey you little cheater, wait!”

* Few days later *

Harry’s POV:

“… Here you have another type of ring, it’s the most demanded between many women” the shop assistant placed a shiny diamond ring in front of me “It’s really beautiful, but it seems to be quite expensive” “Well, compared to others it’s not that expensive but… sure it isn’t the cheapest of all” “How much?” “Six hundred dollars” my eyes opened wide but I tried my best to play it cool “Mmm, how about something a bit cheaper?” She nodded, walking to the next one “Here we have… ” I stopped listening when I spotted a simple but at the same time nice ring, that was definitely the one “Sorry for interrupting you, but I’ve just found the perfect one” “Oh, which one?” I smiled pointed at it “Uh, are you sure you want that one? I can show you others way more elaborated” I shook my head “No, it isn’t necessary thanks, I know that’s the one” she finally gave up her attempt to change my mind “Okay, come with me then”

***

From the moment I stepped out of the store onwards, I couldn’t think of anything else than in the events about to occur that same night: the setting of the situation, the nervousness my words would be filled of, her reaction, and the most important part, her answer. The idea of taking this step had been wandering around my mind for a long time. I knew she was the only thing I wanted to wake up to the rest of my life, her voice was the only thing I wanted to hear during our late night conversations, her characteristic clumsiness was the only thing I wanted to laugh to; but the fear and insecurity made me back down, until today.

I ran every of the errands Jess left me enthusiastically, dancing and singing all around the house, I was on cloud nine.

When I was about to move on to the other task the doorbell rang. At the other side of the door a young postman awaited me “Hi, may I help you?” “Good morning, is this Harry Styles?” I nodded “This is for you” He said, handing me a white envelope. I furrowed my eyebrows at the sight of it, I definitely wasn’t expecting anything like that. I tried to see who the emitter was but the only thing written on it was my name and address  “What’s this?” “I don’t know, but it seems like something important, my boss told me to give it to you in hand. Could you sign here please, I’ve got more work ahead” His comment made me come out from my wondering “Yeah, sorry” “Thank you”

I sat on the sofa, envelope in hand. Just one possible emitter came up to my mind, and I prayed for it not be the one. My hands began to slightly shake, and an uncomfortable sensation settled in my chest. Something inside me told me nothing would be the same after opening it, and that was what scared me the most, I had never had that feeling.

‘You can’t be like this forever’ I told myself before opening the envelop, worry intensifying as I revealed more of the paper contained.

‘Appreciated Mr. Styles,

My duty as Colonel of the United States Army is to make you aware our country needs your support.

We demand all our best soldiers to seek for our nation’s protection.

As a consequence we recruit you, Mr. Harry Edward Styles to fight for United States’ sake.

As you must know, you applied voluntarily for the army, therefore, you have no chance to refuse, it is a soldier’s duty and a fact that had to be taken into account before having decided to make such an important decision.

The duration of the mission is undefined.

The date of departure will be the 16th of September at eight o'clock in the morning. An official army bus will pick you up that day and time.

Yours Faithfully,

Colonel of the United States Army.’

As I read every word inked in the paper, the previous bliss I felt went away completely, this being replaced by a mixture of worry and outrage, outrage for my foolishness back when I applied for it. I noticed how tears began forming at the back of my eyes, making my vision blurry, I wiped them off sloppily and read the letter once again and again trying to find anything on it revealing it all had been a joke, but as time disappeared, my hopes did as well.

I let out a long sigh, throwing the paper away, and bringing my eyes to the picture of Jess that decorated the wall. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of her life and I was going to spoil it telling her I was leaving, without being certain whether I was coming back or not. That wasn’t fair, she deserved someone who could be by her side, not me.

The problem was I was too selfish to let her go.

***

“Curly, I’m home!” The sound of her voice brought me back to reality, an awful reality. I brushed my face with my hands, trying to take it as easy as possible and have the best look so she didn’t notice the upcoming news, when she walked into the living room with her bright smile, I found it pretty hard not to feel a stab of pain “Hey love, how was your day?” She collapsed on the couch and I gave her a gentle kiss, she then searched for my embrace “Good, as always. What about you?” "The usual, nothing out of the ordinary” she looked up to me with loving eyes, nuzzling into my neck and spreading kisses all over it “You have no idea how much I wanted the day to end, I just looked forward cuddling like this” she gave me a deeper kiss and I felt a bitter sensation on my chest, that was going to be one of our last kisses before my departure. When she pulled away with a frown drawn on her face, a lump made its home in my throat “Hazz, is everything okay?” There was a silence, my head hung low. I wasn’t able to pronounce a thing and the soft brush of her fingers on me didn’t do any better “Honey, I know you the best, you’re worried about something, it’s obvious. Please tell me so I can help you”

Just more silence.

Her frown disappeared only to be replaced by a earnest stare “Harry, what the hell is happening”

This was the moment.

Jessica’s POV:

The uncomfortable feeling in the upper part of my stomach grew and grew wider with his silence. Usually, when Harry had to tell something he just went straight at it and didn’t create this much tension, right now he was doing exactly the opposite, which meant the thing wasn’t any good. I looked down at his hands, they were intertwined and rubbed nervously against each other.

The heartbreaking look he gave me when he raised his head shattered me into thousands of pieces.

“You know before we knew each other I applied for the army, right?”

“Uhm… Yeah"  

“Today a guy brought me a letter… from the army… it said-”

“No… Harry please no” I interrupted him, knowing since that precise moment what his next words were going to be. He couldn’t do more than facing downwards “I’m so sorry…” Suddenly I felt out of breath, a heavy weight in my chest oppressed me. I noticed that hideous itching in my nose which showed up only when I was about to cry “No Harry. No, no, no! Please tell me this is a prank, where’s the camera? Harry tell me this is whatever you want but don’t you dare to tell me this is true” his sorrowful gaze intensified more as he said his next words “Jess, this is real… I’m leaving tomorrow” I couldn’t hold my tears anymore, he immediately wrapped his arms around me and whispered soothing words to my ear “Shh love, we’ll make it through this, don’t cry please, it breaks my heart, you don’t know how much It does” and although I knew he tried to calm me down, his words only made me cry more.

What was going to happen since this? Was I going to see the love of my life again? How was I going to carry on without him? A bunch of questions came to my mind and increased my worry. “Harry, I’m so afraid, I don’t want to lose you” he moved from the couch and squatted in front of me, holding my hand tightly “Baby, you don’t have to fear anything. Everything’s gonna be okay, you’re not going to lose me, I promise” he delicately kissed the back of my hand, looking straight at my eyes “C’mon Harry, you know that isn’t true, in the war nothing’s certain, once you’re there you don’t know what will happen next” more tears streamed down my face “Listen to me, when I say I swear I’m coming back, I mean it. I don’t care if that’s the last thing I do in my entire life” The confidence and determination in his words eased my state and gave me that glint of hope I needed, he always fulfilled his promises after all.

He got up and offered me his hand “Get up” I did as he said “Okay, this wasn’t the way I planned it. I wanted this night to be the one you remembered as the happiest of your life not the saddest” I tilted my head in confusion “Jess, six years ago, I didn’t know what love was, nor I believed in it; six years ago, I couldn’t figure myself head over heels for someone; six years ago I didn’t know what having a home was… six years ago I didn’t have you. A year later, I spotted a cute lost girl in the middle of the station and something today still unknown told me ‘Why don’t you go and help her?’ I did so, and when you looked at me with those naive eyes, I knew you were coming into my life to change it completely… I was right” he made a pause, trying not to let his emotions get through the speech “Even though you knew my past wasn’t a good one, you didn’t stop seeing me as something way better than the piece of shit I was, you helped me find the real inner me, you made me a better person… you… saved me” his deep voice dimmed as he said his last words, I knew he was reminiscing those times. I gently tucked some strands of his hair on his ear, trying to bring him back to reality. He kneeled down and opened a small box he got out from his back pocket, revealing the most beautiful ring I had ever seen “I know it isn’t the best moment to ask this but… will you marry me?” A broad smile drew in my face as I went down to the floor and kissed him intensely, breathing out against his lips “Of course I’ll marry you” his eyes brightened. He cupped my face and brought his lips against mine again, moving slowly in sync. My heartbeat rose with every single brush; this kiss was meaningful, with it he established his promise of coming back “Love, with this ring I swear to you I’ll fight with all my strength to come back. I’ll be here to make you my wife and be by your side forever, okay?” “Okay.”

Harry’s POV:

We got lost in our orbs. Jess’ chocolate eyes were still swollen due to all the tears, yet she looked like an angel.

I didn’t want to believe that was one of the last opportunities I had to see the glisten of her gaze before leaving for a long time.

She picked my hand in a warm, soft grip “This is going to be so hard” another time tears began forming in her eyes “Don’t cry, I hate to see you like this” I placed a kiss on her wet pomule, moving to her cheek. My lips slowly dragged from there and ended up on hers, brushing but not reaching the kiss. She closed her eyes and sighed at the feeling, squeezing my sides “Please…” her cinnamon scent hit me, creating a sea of lumps in my stomach. I cupped her cheek with one hand, while the other brought her closer. The kiss was needy, we tried to get the most of each other, feel all the love expressed with it. 

As it got more intense a bunch of images came to my mind; the morning kisses I used to steal taking advantage she was asleep, the secret touches we would share before anyone knew about our relationship, the days we used to spend sprawled in bed, sharing our deepest thoughts; the moments of mutual support…  all that now had to be kept under lock and key in my memories.

The familiar taste of the kiss contained a new ingredient: sadness; at one point I was able to notice a tear slip into it.   

Her lips felt so damn good it was painful.

When air began to lack, we pulled away and rested our foreheads against each other. Her hot breath fanned over my lips and with her hands she traced figures over my chest, beneath my shirt, making small shivers travel down my spine.

In that moment I realised I needed to make her feel loved one last time before I left. I wanted to prove my commitment and leave her clear she was the one thing I was going to fight for.

But before I could say a thing she let out a faint whisper “Harry, make love to me. Prove me you mean it when you say you’ll fight to come back”

And so I did.

I grabbed her hand and kissed its back, meeting her gaze, and lifting us up. I brushed the little facial hair I had against it, tickling the area and provoking ethereal giggles come out of her mouth, which made me smile “C’mere” she said, I brought my lips to hers and they danced along at a slow, sensual rhythm.

I captured every single brush in my mind, I was going to miss her so much…

Her hands travelled from my back up to my hair, tugging delicately at it, and making the hair on my arms rise. I broke the kiss trailing all the way of her neck, breathing in her scent. She let out a whimper when I placed a wet kiss on her soft spot, and a gasp when I cupped the back of her thighs to wrap her legs around me, carrying her to the bedroom.

Once there I sat her carefully in the middle of the mattress, like the valuable treasure she was. I crawled to meet her and admired the blessing I had right in front of my eyes, looking back at me with the same admiration. She sat on her knees and moved upwards to leave a chaste kiss on my forehead, moving away just to pull the hem of my shirt upwards and get rid of it. I breathed out a “You’re so beautiful” and she began tracing the figures inked on my skin, leaving a kiss on them when she finished. I let out a long sigh and threw my head back, enjoying the feeling of her plump lips exploring my chest in the sweetest way.

During her journey down my torso she came across the scar which laid upon on one of my sides. She stared at it, finally spreading kisses over it “I love you”. That pecks she left on my scar, which was the mark of a dark past, a past she shed a light on, reminded me of the many scars she helped me heal, I’m not talking only about the physical ones but the ones of the soul as well.

I unbuttoned her shirt slowly, I didn’t have any rush, this was about expressing all our feelings without words and we needed to take our time. Once her piece of cloth was removed and laid next to mine, I attached my lips to her chest, as I unclasped her bra. I had to feel her against me. We both moaned at the contact, as she straddled me. I placed my hands around her waist and brushed my lips against her collarbone, travelling down the valley of her breasts as she whimpered closing her eyes “H- Harry, kiss me” I looked up to her and remembered that very first time we kissed. It was the most clumsy yet adorable moment ever. She tried to make the first movement but completely failed. I still can make out the moment when she turned around and walked to me with really determined steps just to end up tripping and falling on my arms. She radiated shame and her cheeks were beyond red. In that moment I realised she was the most beautiful person in planet Earth, so I moved my head downwards and kissed her.

I did the same this time, obeying her orders. This one had more passion, our mouths fought against each other, our hands roamed all over our bodies. I moved forward laying her on her back and now I was the one hovering. I unbuttoned her jeans and left feather kisses on the smooth skin of her hips and legs as I slid them down, following I got rid of mine.

Now the only barrier among us was our underwear.

As my eyes travelled up her body I met her slightly red cheeks. I brushed my pads against them and let out a snicker. That blush made me reminisce the most magical experience in my life: our first time. I was the first person to touch her, to see her in her most vulnerable state. She was genuinely nervous and, when she tried to cover the beauty of her innocent body from my gaze, I felt I could burst right there in fondness. That night I didn’t do anything else that whispering sweet nothings to her ear to make her feel comfortable and safe between my arms. “So many years since the first time but you still blush… I love you so much” I nuzzled my head on her neck, sucking on her soft spot, the moan she let out sounded like heaven for me. I slided down to her breasts, paying attention to both of them, I craved for hearing that sound again. As I got lower I noticed she was ready for what we both desired so much. I looked to her and she nodded, allowing me to slide her last piece of cloth, looking directly at her eyes, following, I did the same with mine.

We both moaned at the feeling, not only because of being body against body but soul against soul. “Hold on love, let me get your necklace out” She frowned as I undid the clasp “I just want you to wear the ring while doing this”

“I love you”

“I love you too.”

And with that we connected our bodies, becoming one.

The room filled with our moans, tender touches and specially, love.

***

Jessica’s POV:

Sunrise.

The sun was rising, which meant there were only a few hours left before Harry’s departure.

I woke up not noticing anything beside me, which made me open my eyes instantly, did I sleep in and he left without saying goodbye? I got out of bed and reached for one of harry’s sweatshirts, rushing downstairs “Harry?” there was no answer “Harry?!” the same as before, I ran searching for him in all the rooms the house had, until I found his slightly bowed figure looking at the landscape our garden led to. I let out a long breath in relief, the hideous feeling leaving my stomach. “Hey, I didn’t find you anywhere, I was afraid you left without saying goodbye” he turned around to see me “Morning beautiful. I’ve been here all the time, I’d never do that to you” “What time is it?” “Seven“ “Only an hour left” “yeah…” we didn’t say anything else, the both of us staring at the rays of sun which gradually showed up from the horizon.

“I’ll write you whenever I have the opportunity” I smiled, looking down to my jewelled finger “Couldn’t wait longer to hear those words” he threw his arm across my back and brought me closer to him “I’m very proud of you” “Why?” “Because you’re taking this the best way. I knew you were strong, but this has left me with no words” I grinned “At first I didn’t process it the best way, but who would? I mean it’s hard to listen your boyfriend-” “Now fiancé” he corrected me, making me let out a loud laugh “Excuse me sir, as I was saying, it’s hard to listen from your fiancé he is going to the war for an unknown period of time. But you promised you were coming back and I fully trust in you… besides it’s not use to freak about this, it wouldn’t change a thing, would it?” “No, and that’s why I love you baby, you are the most mature woman I’ve ever met” I smiled, resting my head on his shoulder.

The sound of the doorbell made us automatically intertwine hands “It’s the time” I sadly nodded. We walked to the door, once we opened it a tall middle aged man stood in front of us “Good morning, I’m Colonel Franklin Western, I’ve come to pick up soldier Mr. Harry Styles” “Yeah, that’s me. Could you give me a minute?” “I will be waiting for you in the bus, don’t take too long please” “Thanks” Harry turned to face me “I love you, I love you endlessly, please don’t forget it. I’ll be back I promise. I’ll be back to make you my wife and to be by your side forever. I’ll fight for you, okay?” I nodded as a lump settled in my throat “Harry I’ll wait for you, even if it’s for a thousand years, when you come back I’ll be right here with my arms wide opened” he kissed me, that was going to be our last kiss for a while. I got the most of the moment, to remember the sensation of his lips against mine for as much time as I could. Our heavy breaths fanned against each other’s lips. I brought my hands to the clasp of my necklace undoing it “Take it with you okay? As a reminder that I’m with you, no matter we’re oceans away” He gave me warm smile as I placed it on him “See you soon Jess” “See you soon Harry”.

* A year later*

“Jess, I’ve just seen the postman, should we go and check?” My best friend Zoey said “What are we waiting for?” Every time the postman appeared I ran to the postbox in attempt to find a letter from Harry. After a whole year I haven’t received anything from him, yet I believed he was fighting to get back to me. I picked the lot of letters and searched for his one, I didn’t find anything. “Nothing… there’s nothing!” Disappointment was the only thing I could feel at that moment, but as I said before, after a year without news from him I got used to the feeling “Uhm Jess, I think you haven’t looked well enough…” “What do you mean?” “There’s one letter left” I frowned and looked inside, a white envelope appeared on my vision “It must be another bill…” “Well, why don’t you pick it and see?” I introduced my hand and picked it, my fingers covered the emitter. For an unknown reason I felt very nervous “Jess, move your hand so you can see who is it from" “I know Zoe but… I’m nervous” “Oh C'mon Jess!” She laughed and took it from my hand, once she read what was written the giggles stopped “Uhm here you have Jess” ‘From: Soldier Harry Edward Styles’ “Oh my… Zoey!” I covered my mouth with my hands and began to shake “Jess are you shaking?” “H- he’s alive… He’s alive!” I shouted “I knew he was going to keep his promise!” I hugged my brunette friend “Let’s get in so you can read it” we walked towards the house “ I’ll leave you some time to read it in private. I’ll prepare us something to eat” “Thanks, You’re the best friend ever” She smiled “Yeah yeah, now go and read that fluffy letter” While I made my way to the garden I felt how nervousness took control of my body. Once there I opened it quickly, I took a deep breath, preparing myself for his words:

'Monday 7th of September

Love,

It’s been a year since I left, and I’m here writing you this letter, I’m keeping my promise!

You haven’t got any idea of how much I miss you baby, I know you do too.

I’ve written you a bunch of letters during all this time but I think you haven’t received any of them because there’s been no answer back from you. I understand it, the colonel told us of a hundred letters sent, twenty only reach their destinations, I hope i’m lucky this time and you get to read this.

Things here are being hard, not gonna lie, but the thought of one day coming back home to you and our bright future helps me take this as easy as the situación allows it.

I want to mention that I dream of you every single night, imagining I’m in front of you admiring how good you look on your wedding dress, staring at your eyes and listening those words I’m yearning to hear from you “I do”.

Before I go to sleep and when I wake up I kiss the necklace you gave me. I feel somehow I’m kissing you, although it’s way too far from being that.

I’ve made some friends here, their names are Louis, Liam and Niall. During this time we’ve had the opportunity to get to know our stories, they all have something to fight for and they work hard everyday to reach their purposes. We all take care of each other. I was wondering if you’re okay with them attending our wedding, they’re very nice lads and we’ve grown really strong bonds.

As I assume you’ve never received any of my previous letters, you must be very worried and even have started to think I wasn’t able to keep my promise. If this letter reaches you I want you to stop thinking that way because I’m alive and giving my everything.

If you receive this reply me, I need to read how you’re feeling.

Stay strong, please.

I love you, always,

Hazz’

As I read the letter I felt a great relief. His words made me renew my hope. I ran to the studio to write another one as a reply for him, placing on it all the feelings I got to experiment during all that awful year.  

*6 months later *

The rays of sunlight hitting on my face made me wake up from my deep sleep, I snuggled in the pillow that replaced Harry’s body. Breathing in his fresh scent as if he was right there, probably because of the shirt I was wearing, which was his. I brought the pillow closer to me noticing it was harder than usual “What’s this?” I frowned propping myself up “Morning baby!” I opened my eyes wide, being unable to pronounce any word “Hey, are you okay?” The bewilderment didn’t let me say a thing “I-I-I… Harry!!!” I immediately hugged him as tears of happiness slid down my cheeks. He opened his arms taking me into the embrace “God I missed you so much… I can’t believe I’m here” he broke the hug and began spreading kisses all over my face and neck as I giggled. I straddled him and went to tug at his curls, finding there were none “Where’s your hair?” He laughed “I had to cut it, they didn’t allow anyone to have a longer hair than this one” he pointed his brand new haircut “Oh, I’ll miss your curls… but I have nothing against this one, looks really good on you” he chuckled, and the sound made shivers travel down my spine, how I missed his voice, his touch, everything about him. “This year and a half has been the hardest in my life. Not knowing how you were or felt killed me everyday” he moved his head downwards his face ending in contact with my chest “Baby I know, I’ve felt that way too… but now you’re here, with me, we don’t have any reason to be sad anymore” I wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly “Ouch!” he whimpered in pain “What?” “I’ve got some bruises on my chest” I moved away and got rid of his shirt. His chest was stained with purple spots and some scars “Oh Harry” I pushed him down the bed and placed a kiss on every foreign spot in his torso, in attempt to reduce the pain. “Better?” “Yeah…” he answered as he closed his eyes.

I let out a snicker when I saw how his chest lifted and went down with every breath, he was falling asleep. With a raspy voice he said “Let’s continue sleeping, I want to cuddle with my baby” to what I answered “And I want to wrap my arms around you and never let you go” We slid in the covers, closing our eyes. Time after I heard some snores coming out from his mouth, that sound which irritated me before, now made me the happiest woman in the world. Little by little I took off to the land of dreams with him.

He came back… he came back for me, as he promised.


MASTERLIST.

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As you were discussing group assignments you had with Theo, another classmate appeared out of nowhere and asked for a moment of your time. Having excused yourself from Theo, you made way after him a few feet away. Charlie didn’t know Theo could hear every word, but you hoped he would have the decency to not eavesdrop. He had asked you on a date that very evening, which you gladly accepted. You were single and most of the time, cooped up solving pack issues with Scott and Stiles, so you were happy to enjoy something else for a change. An evening away from everyone.

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ID #29122

Name: Verity
Age: 17
Country: England

Well, let us see. I’m an introvert, specifically, and INTJ, which means I enjoy talking about numerous topics, and detest small talk. I love a wide range of subjects, especially psychology, but as long as it’s a good discussion, i’ll be happy to chat and learn. I enjoy a wide range of books, mainly fantasy, although, examples of such books are Harry Potter, (I am a Slytherin) Percy Jackson, and Throne of glass. Just for someone to give me book suggestions and discuss them would be wonderful. I do expand out also to TV shows, such as Supernatural, as well as Hannibal- a personal favourite- however I am decidedly dodgy at keeping up to date with them. I enjoy a wide range of music, and will enjoy anything that isn’t heavy metal and isn’t entirely all about arses. I am, at my own admission, terribly, sterotypically English, and there is nothing more I adore than a cup of earl grey. I do also read manga on occasion, although its not very often, and I’ve read very few.
I am in Sixth Form and talk Biology, Psychology, Art and History. I adore art and gardening, anything with colour and plants in it I do enjoy, and I’d love a buddy to swap art and opinions with.
I am decidedly dodgy with social media, so Preferable communication means would be email and by pen. I do adore experimenting with calligraphy, and I hope this is will give me a chance to practise it.

Preferences: preferably 16+ Also, I should note, I’m afraid I can only speak English, But I’d be happy to have a friend from anywhere in the world so long as they do not discriminate towards gender/religion/race/whatnot.

A shiny new version of my old spark spectra headcanons. I wanted an easier-to-read graphic, and the changes just kept coming from there…

+ Disclaimer: This is the system I’ll be working with for most of my TF works, particularly those set in Book Of Hours. It’s completely headcanon’d, meaning I make shit up and wave at canon as it flies past, so don’t take it too seriously.

+ References:

Spectral Classification 

>> The internal temperature range at which the spark burns plasma, which determines the charge output, cyclic and pulse rates, apparent colour, and resonant affinity of the spark. An important marker of identity for virtually all Cybertronians, due to the spark's status as the giver of life for all.

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ID #62999

Name: Joey
Age: 20
Country: Singapore

Hey there! I’m just a lady living in an island with summer all year, waiting to enter university. Singapore is really humid, not exaggerating at all. I love receiving and writing letters, especially the joy of receiving a letter in your mailbox after a long tiring day. We could exchange some cute and artsy little gifts, alongside exciting stories, adventures, cultures, and even about your day.

Here’s some of my interests. I absolutely adore animals, specifically dogs, penguins, cats, and rabbits. I love chilling with friends over great sceneries and sunsets. The clouds and vivid colours in the sky call out to me, which explains most of my Tumblr posts. My taste of music range from indie-pop to EDM. I’m a really big fan of The Chainsmokers and Aurora. I like to decorate my bedroom walls with tiny watercolour paintings, fairy lights and some other handmade stuffs. I like Theatres and Musicals, especially Cirque du Soleil! Unfortunately, I can’t sing that well but playing the piano can make up for it. I enjoy watching anime and movies, particularly DC, Marvel, fast and furious. I like reading books - Harry Potter, Shadowhunters, Mortal Intruments, and some non-fiction books.

Have a lovely day!

Preferences: I personally prefer snailmailing over emails and Tumblr chat, however, those are fine too. I would like to talk to people around my age range. Anyone pleasant is fine as long as you are kind to others and not a creep.

In light of the secret buddy project @kpoptrashnetwork has organised, this post is fully dedicated to my sweetest @kimnamwho. I hope you enjoy ♡   

Word count: 980 || Genre: Fluff / drabble


The night feels sultry and heavy, making your top stick to your skin just so it doesn’t feel uncomfortable. The sun is setting low behind the carnival booths and you allow yourself a moment to take in all its beauty. The colourful lights, the happy chatter, the feel of your boyfriend’s hand in yours. Chanyeol pulls you forward with a mission, adamant on spending all his money on getting you ice cream and winning you that giant stuffed giraffe at the shooting range. You laugh as you try to keep up with his long legs, the sound swallowed up by the loud ambient noises.

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The Yellow Tulip ;

Summary: Seungcheol who is currently in the friend zone stumbles across a flower shop that is hidden away from the world.

Disclaimer: All the things that are mentioned in this are words of fiction aka it’s not real. i’ve literally just made this up.

Members: Seungcheol from Seventeen x female reader

Rating: PG

Words: 552 words

a/n: not requested, purely because i wanted to write something clean before i start on the smuts. please note, that i made up the meaning of tulips, i don’t know if it’s real or not. (552 words)

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I’ve heard far too many brown-skinned girls talk about how they stay in the shade when the sun is out because they don’t want to get “too dark”. I’ve heard far too many brown-skinned girls say how they hate summer because their skin turns “browner than it needs to be”. I’ve seen far too many brown-skinned girls too self-conscious to get a sun-tan because of the remarks people will make. I’ve heard far too many white people say that they want to be tanned, but not “too” tanned.

I hope to God that one day all you girls of colour learn to love every inch of yourself and your skin, because it’s the skin you will be in for the rest of your life.

Enjoy summer, does it really matter if your skin gets darker? Sit in the sun, it’s good for you; so what if your melanin glows brighter? Get a tan, what’s wrong with turning golden brown? Or deep mahogany?

Your skin is laced and embedded with such beautiful tones, ranging from soft caramel, to sweet brown sugar, to warm chestnut, to dark chocolate. But yet you can’t see just how breathtaking and rich in colour you all are?

This isn’t just for the black girls, this is for girls of colour everywhere. This is for the latinx girls, who wished their features were different. This is for the filipino girls who played with white dolls when they were younger because that was pretty much the only colour they came in. This is for the mixed-race girls who questioned why they didn’t look like the girls on TV. This is for the indian girls who wished they had blue eyes and blonde hair instead. This is for the black girls who hoped to have lighter skin and wished away their dark skin. This is for the the girls who have been told they’re pretty “for a dark-skin girl”.

This is for all the girls who grew up hating their hair and/or their skin tone because of the Eurocentric ideas of beauty that so many young girls are brought up in this world believing is the only kind of beauty. Embrace your own beauty, your own culture, your own features. Brown is beautiful.

In Bloom Shall We Wake

It got requested that I write a request based on the Hobbit which I love! So here it is as requested, I hope you enjoy! If anyone would like to request more of this or anything else or just wants to chat, my ask box is always open. *Based on a gif that isn’t my own*

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Request by; Anon

Request;  Ooh this is so exciting! Okay could I maybe request something where you’re a human who somehow finds herself in Middle earth and the first people you come across are The Company and they take you under their wing and you help them in their quest. Then maybe along the way Kili begins to fall in love with you and is fascinated by your tattoos. Unf, ultimate dreams right there haha! Thanks lover, no pressure if you don’t fancy it though!

Warnings; None

The man approached you, as if from nowhere he walked steadily and slowly towards you. It was just dawn and the sun peeped from over the hill, greeting you to a new day with it’s comforting warmth. You’d usually wake up around this time, your job of being a journalist required you to do so, it had become routine, waking up in the dark, making breakfast and getting ready before heading out the door as the sun rose to which you’d wish it a good morning and hope it was as ready as you were for the day ahead before you’d catch the early train to work, you’d come to enjoy your routine, it was quiet, not a soul was around, usually. Apart from today. Today was very peculiar indeed. At first you believed him just to be an elderly man, perhaps in need by the way he was walking but as he moved closer to you his stature changed, he was tall wearing draped clothing and walking with a large cane of some sorts. You took a step back, debating whether to turn and walk back up the path you had came from to find safety in your home but there was something about his aura that didn’t seem threatening. Upon reaching you he gave a small smile, to which you reciprocated, thinking he would just be another passer by but he wasn’t he stopped right in front of you and any attempt you made to get round him, he blocked. 

“You are Y/n Y/L/N, am I correct?” His tone was deep, filled with knowledge and wisdom, your ears pricked up and you nodded in reply, feeling speechless, how did this strange man know your name? 

“You can answer you know, I won’t harm you.” He spoke abruptly after your silent response and you shamefully looked down at the floor before looking back up at him. He wore draped grey robes and a half pointed grey hat, long wispy white hair cascaded down his shoulders and back, camouflaging into his moustache and beard, his face was aged, with wrinkles defining his brow bone. 

“Yes, I am. And you are?” You queried, trying to sound defensive and intimidating as you hadn’t fully figured out whether this man was a threat or not.

“I, am looking for someone to share in an adventure.” He was blunt, quirking his head to the side and raising his brows, a mysterious gleam shining in his bright blue eyes. An adventure, that was it, no introduction or anything.

“An adventure? Of what sort.” You in turn tilted your chin upwards slightly, a mix of confusion spreading across your face as he chuckled and nodded appealingly.

“You will have to come with me and find out.” He held out his hand to you and you were reluctant. There were only two possible outcomes of this; one, the man was crazy and escaped from his home to which you’d have to call the police to escort him back, two and very unlikely, you would follow him and have this bizarre adventure. After humming it over, you’d decided that either way this would make an interesting article in your company’s magazine so why not, you were a journalist after all, it was your job to be daring. Taking his rough calloused hand, he smiled and began laughing hard. Ah, so he was insane. Banging his wooden cane on the ground he laughed harder before looking at you with delight.

“You should probably close your eyes now.” You hesitantly obliged as you and the man were cocooned in a swirling ball of white light, lifting your from the ground you felt nauseous and wanted to scream, the ground had literally fallen from your feet though you were unable to fully tell as the light would have blinded you if you’d opened your eyes. Not so gracefully crashing to the ground, you grunted impacting the fresh smelling grass. Wait grass? You were in the middle of a city less than a minute ago. Creaking your eyes open you gasped when you saw thousands of trees swaying in the breeze to your right, a long winding river to your left and green acres of grass as far as the eye could see. The man was stood gazing down upon you as you stared, mouth wide at your new surroundings. You stumbled to your feet, still feeling dizzy after what ever had just happened to you. Birds tweeting filled your ear drums as different flowers danced by your feet, you watched the man gather a horse and cart before beckoning you to join him. Reaching up and pulling on the wooden handle, you lifted yourself into his cart as he whipped the ropes to his horse, kick starting it into motion. 

“You were the last recruit. We shouldn’t be far from Bilbo and the others now.” he never took his eyes off the gravel road and you marvelled at your surroundings, tiny houses burrowed in the hills with large rounded doors and small stained glass windows shined in the light, each one with a different homely item that made it stand out from the rest, whether it was tiny flower pots or oddly large leather boots by the front door, each house was different. 

“Recruit? Bilbo? Others? What? Who are you?” You continual questioning tired the man until he sighed and once happy that his eyes could leave the road he turned to you. 

“I am Gandalf the Grey. You will meet Bilbo and the others very soon. Ask no more questions.” He was stern with you and you felt as if you were a naughty five year old being told off by their parent, who was he to talk to you in a demanding manner, still you didn’t want to fight back, he was the only one you knew in this bizarre new world. You had travelled for what seemed to be a decade with this man, Gandalf the Grey or more Gandalf the Grumpy and the sun was saying it’s final goodbyes before retiring for the night, you spoke little with your new friend apart from when you were reaching in the back and getting these purple fruits and what he called ‘lembas bread’ which was surprisingly filling and the purple fruits were divine being a sweet a grapefruit but with a more distinctive taste, like dragon fruits. Your eyes grew heavy as the night crickets came out to serenade you and the tutting of the horse lulled you into falling even sleepier than usual, turning your head to the side and trying to curl up into as much of a ball as the cart would allow you soon drifted into slumber. 

“Who is she?”

“Why is she here? She is not needed here. You shouldn't have brought some human into this.”

“She is valuable to us Oakenshield and don’t you protest otherwise.”

“She’s never been here before, never seen anything like this, how does that make her valuable?!”

“I don’t know she could be valuable, I mean, she’s pretty enough, that’s something right?”

“Oh Kili calm down, what makes you think you’re her type anyway, I’m sure she’ll go for the more attractive older brother, me.”

“Fili, Kili stop that. You don’t know what she is, you don’t know where she’s been she could have rabies for all we know.”

“She is not welcome here.”

The suns warm rays shone on your face, alerting your body that it was time to wake up and go to work, you’d had a very odd dream about meeting a mad man with a pointy had that perhaps you’d tell Claire at work but for now it was time to start the day. Fluttering open your eyes were greeted by the blare of the sun, though something was different, going into focus you sat up, you were in a wooden cart, outside, hearing multiple voices in the near distance. Were you still dreaming? You had to be, right? You yawned and stretched and the white and black spotted horse neighed loudly, as if it was wishing you a good morning. You hopped down from the cart, gravel and dirt crunching under your shoes and you waltzed to the horse, patting it’s mane gently and rubbing it’s nose, it just blinked and shook its head at you, pesky flies sticking to it’s face, you did your best to shoe them away but the horse stomped its feet and you took a step back, acknowledging that, that was probably the extent of your animal friendship. Finally realising that your surroundings were real and that you were in fact in a different realm or universe perhaps you wandered to find the man that had brought you here, hearing his distinct voice in the distance. You wandered through the trees to find a circle of different men, though they were smaller than men and had very intricate hair designs, each one. They sat talking around a died out ash fire and they all had quirky accents, you hid behind the wide stump of a tree to listen in, you could see Gandalf stood, smoking a pipe of something as another man stood, marching back and forth you noticed they were talking about you.

The marching man wore a long fur coat stretching to the back of his knees, he wore a silk and chain suit of what seemed to be armour and furred pants with furred boots and leather straps. His hair was long, deep brown with slight strands of grey mixed in, some strands of hair was braided but for the most of it, it dangled off his shoulders, swaying as he marched. His facial hair was thick and dark, though kept neater than most of the other men’s, in fact they all seemed to have strange beards with braids in them, ranging from colours of fiery orange to brilliant white, all wearing similar outfits as the standing man. There was only one who was neat, no beard yet still mousy brown wispy hair, flicking off in different directions. He was distinctively different to all the others though still as small. 

“I told you already, she doesn't belong here.”

“Why not Thorin? Gandalf said she could be valuable to us.”

“I did not say she could be I said she is and if anyone speaks out against it one more time then I will make sure there’s something for you to protest about.” Clouds formed around Gandalf when he spoke and the others fell quiet. You felt perhaps it was time to introduce yourself to the group. Appearing from behind the tree you cleared your throat and all eyes fell on you, all twenty-six pairs fell on you. You cheeks flared red and you were observed by a mix of stone faces or ones with disgust or ones that tried to hide their laughter at your embarrassment. Gandalf stood straight walking over to you and resting a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Everyone, this is Y/n. Get to know her she will be staying with us for a long time.” He smiled, his eyes boring into the man who was storming around before. A few of the men waved at you, giving slight smiles but one gave a warming smile, admiring your features. Gandalf once again cleared his throat and began pointing at each man.

“This is, Nori”, Nori gave a small ‘hello’ and a wave before getting back to fiddling with his weaponry. All the men did similar things as Gandalf introduced each one.

“This is, Dori and Bofur and Gloin and Dwalin and Balin and Oin and Bifur and Bombur and Thorin and Bilbo and Ori and Fili and last but not least Kili.” They all simultaneously bid you a good day apart from Kili whom strided towards you and gave an outstretched hand, which you gladly shook. His smile was warm and comforting, the stubble of his growing beard moved with his face, his deep eyes were ones you could easily get lost in and his long hair tangled over his shoulders. It was parted slightly and tied at the back as to not completely cover his handsome face, one you were quick to admire. You smiled politely as he spoke.

“So, you’re Y/n, it’s nice to meet you. I hope you enjoy our company whilst you’re with us.” He walked you to a nearby rock, which you both sat upon watching the others, Nori, Dori and Bofur getting into a ‘who has the most terrifying weapon and attack method’ whilst Dwalin was sat tutting at laughing at them. Balin hung around Thorin who appeared to be the leader of the group, though you weren’t 100% sure as it was Gandalf who appeared to hold all the power over the group. As you took in all the different men and their features Kili gazed at you, admiring your soft face that was dotted lightly with freckles, his eyes trailed down you stopping at your wrist when he noticed a white mark on it. He wanted to question you about it but wasn’t sure on how to approach the subject so instead just did what any dwarf would do and grabbed your wrist, causing you to jump and let out a yelp in surprise. He immediately backed off, cheeks flaring bright red and you laughed. Turning your wrist to see your white tattoo of a dream catcher, it was only small and dainty but it suited your personality, inside its web weren’t beads but small planets and the feathers were detailed so much that they appeared real. It was all in white ink which made it stand out more but also less than usual black tattoos, it was something different, something unique which you were. 

“Admiring my tattoo huh?” You laughed, showing Kili and he shuffled closer to you to get a better look, twisting and turning your wrist he held it high, gazing at it with childlike wonder as wide stretched grin crept over his face.

“Yes. You’re very beautiful - it’s very beautiful.” he stammered once he’d realised what he said and you smiled, blush filling your cheeks. You tried to play it off but you couldn’t help feeling flattered and charmed from this man.

“Thank you.” You spoke quietly and Kili let your arm drop, the two of you gazing into each others eyes before Kili was called away with some of the other men snickering at the two of you. Gandalf wandered over to you, sitting besides you and offering you a puff of his pipe, to which you politely declined. He supped on it before chuckling.

“I see you have an admirer already.” He turned to you with a wink and you both watched as Kili was being teased by Fili. “Brothers do like to tease each other don’t they.” You laughed, watching the two start wrestling as Bilbo tried to part them awkwardly.

“Yes, I think I’m going to enjoy this adventure.”

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2 for oikawa pls? thank you

Here’s some early morning Oikawa fluff for your needs! I hope you enjoy, even though it’s a bit short.

-Admin Lana

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‘With a hoarse voice, under the blankets’

Once again you and Oikawa found yourselves up in the wee hours of the morning discussing a variety topics ranging from the colour of the sky to aliens and space. Moments like this didn’t happen often due to conflicting schedules, but when it did, it made every moment of fighting off sleep worth it.

He was truly beautiful in the most obscene ways. The way his sandy brown hair was ruffled beneath the bedsheets, the dewey Browns of his eyes glazed over in a haze of sleep and weariness, the soft smile painted across his pink lips as he gazed at you with a tender expression, and the way that his very presence was enough to erase any of your worries for the time being. Oikawa was perfectly imperfect on your eyes.

“Why do you always do this even when you’re tired?” He asked, shifting closer to your form.

Glancing up through your lashes, you answers honestly. “Because I want to remember these moments when you’re not with me.”

Oikawa’s heart warmed at the thought, that you missed him as much as he did you. His large head came to rest on your cheek, fingers stoking away the stray hairs.

“God, I love you so much.” His voice was hoarse, most likely due to all the talking he had done during the night.

You loved him at times like this, when he was most unbridled in his purest form. When he didn’t put up a facade or hid away his emotions; when he was himself.

“I love you too, Tooru.”

About the Mun

Tagged by @eddiequeenque

NAME: Mallory

NICKNAME: Pyon, Mal

ZODIAC SIGN: Virgo

HEIGHT: 5′7″ or 170.18cm

ORIENTATION: Eh. *shrugs*

LIPSTICK OR CHAPSTICK: I’m more of a gloss type person

FAVE FRUITS: Strawberries, berries in general

FAVE SEASON: Fall

FAVE BOOK SERIES: Er… It’s been a while since I could sit down an enjoy a series. I’m really more into manga because pictures. So Blue Exorcist.

FAVE FLOWER: gladiolas, pink

FAVE COLOURS: Pastel Pink!

FAVE ANIMALS: Cats

LAST SONG LISTENED TO: Flamingo, by Kero Kero Bonito

LAST MOVIE SEEN: Some weird indie film called “iMom”

COFFEE/TEA/COCOA: Coffee! I like it bitter sweet.

AVERAGE SLEEP: Depends. Can range from three hours at a time to over twelve lol

CAT OR DOG: Cat

FAVE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS: In Hetalia? Prussia. In Blue Exorcist, Mephisto. In Supernatural, Gabriel or Balthazar.

THREE SHIPS: Supernatural, Naomi/Crowley. Hetalia, Japan/America. Blue Exorcist, Shura/Mephisto.

I’m tagging: @ask-50s-diner-matt @miss-lovinavargas @ask-demon-denmark

Kitty Chesh in sunset!
Requested by @felixx-feathers
This is actually my first time using a palette and surpisingly I really enjoyed it! It’s nice to have a few colours to choose from rather than not knowing where to begin colour-wise. I’m relatively pleased with how she turned out, i was gonna add some different shades in her hair but I couldn’t be bothered XD
As you can probably tell I didn’t exactly stick to the four colours, for the bow, earrings, collar and eyes I edited the colours a little- though they’re still in the same kind of range.
The one I messed with most is the collar, but it’s still the orange, just darker and more saturated. Or less saturated.
I.. I don’t .. really.. know what I’m talking… about

Lol there I go again trying and failing to use technical terms XD
Okay please keep these requets coming cos I’m already having some really interesting suggestions!!
Don’t worry if the colours completely contrast to the character’s design, it sure will be fun to challenge myself!

anonymous asked:

given from what I've heard about Ragnarok until now (ranging from short runtime to possible unnecessary romantic subplots) I'm *this* close to saying that the movie is ruined for me. I was optimistic at first but now...? not so much. like fuck, I want to enjoy that movie I really do

i know what you mean but to me at this point i know it’ll just be a fun action film with a bunch of silly jokes, lots of colour and costumes, fun set pieces and a villain i want to personally kill me. i’m not going in expecting too much, it is apparently only 90mins, so it’ll be short and sweet like the actions films pre the 00′s. the thor verse on screen has for a long time just been a starting point for me to take pieces from and create my own head canons. i mean i ship the two brothers so obviously i’m not expecting my wishes to be shown on screen lmao. if it has some good character stuff, thor finally being as powerful as he always should have been and hela being the goth villain i’ve been waiting for, i’ll be happy. if its shit, well, i’ve been living off my own personal thor verse for a while now so i’ll cope.

anonymous asked:

This is such a beautiful blog! I've been going through your posts and they really made my night :). Can I request a scenario where Kuroo notices this one girl who grabs his attention because she always seems to wear a different coloured lipstick and his attempt to flirt with her / ask her out? Thanks in advance!

Thank you so much! I’m so glad you enjoy my writing. ☺️
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Kuroo was sharper than he looked, always paying close attention to details others overlooked. There was a girl who he often noticed around school. She wasn’t hard to miss, not with the unique colours that tinted her lips day to day. Ranging from frivolous pinks to shades of rouge, _____ had captured the captain’s attention.

Yet again, he was caught staring at the bold female. He couldn’t stop the blush that stained his cheeks as he looked away. However, another set of eyes were focuses on him.

“Kuroo, stop staring at her and just talk to her already.” Kenma murmured, returning back to his game.

“You’re one to talk. Besides, what would I say to her anyway?” He huffed, noting not to blatantly stare at the female in question.

“How about you compliment her lipstick or something?”

Hmm, so Kenma noticed it too. I guess ____ was turning more heads than just his.

Steeling his nerves, he rose from his seat, and strode towards _____. She seemed to notice his approach and smiled brightly at him, her pink lips emphasising her smile.

“Hello Kuroo!”

“Hey _____. You know, I noticed something about you.” He leaned in closer, watching as she let out a soft giggle.

“And what is that?”

“The shades of lipstick you wear are really pretty. It really makes you stand out.”

_____ quirked an eyebrow, a teasing smile gracing her lips. “Oh? And what were you doing staring at my lips?”

The questions caught Kuroo off guard, and he wasn’t quite sure how to respond. It reduced him to a blushing mess.

“N-no! I wasn’t staring at your lips. I-I just thought that they were pretty and- Screw it! Would you go out with me?”

“As in a date?”

“A date.”

“Sure! I’ll make sure to wear your favourite colour of lipstick.”

The captain was confused by the remark and prattled a response. “How do you know which one is my favourite?”

“When I wear it, that’s when you stare at me the most.”

The Splice Industry

The concept of splicing lies somewhere in the background of Jupiter Ascending, and I have the impression that it’s mainly there to flesh out the world and create a more diverse and colourful intergalactic toy box for the film-makers.

I enjoyed that splices range from the obvious (Nesh literally has a trunk!) to the subtle (Stinger’s eyes occasionally have a golden sheen, but that’s it); I’ve seen some people accuse the film of being inconsistent because of this, but the reasoning behind it seemed pretty clear to me. There are many different individuals and companies producing splices (which is why they have different maker’s marks on their necks), and splices are created for distinct purposes: Caine (a wolf splice) was clearly created to serve in a combat position, whereas Malidictes (an owl splice) was presumably created to serve in an advisory position (or at least work in a position requiring intelligence and wisdom). Since they’re created with different purposes in mind, it’s natural that they have radically different appearances; it’s not inconsistency, it’s diversity.  

In particular, I loved the detail that Stinger’s creator made bee splices purely because she loved bees. This is pure meta, but I have a vision of an extremely eccentric entitled woman devoting all of her time to the creation of bee splices. It would have been her hobby, with the resulting bee splices being sold off to various parties after the novelty of them wore off. I find this plausible because entitled people are clearly very wealthy and are the living embodiment of having “too much time on your hands”. The answer to the question “Why create bee splices?” is “Why the hell not?”

Have you got any thoughts on splicing/the splice industry? In particular, do you reckon any non-obvious characters are splices? Are Razo and Ibis splices, for example?