i had to look at this picture for awhile

One of four bunnies I found the other day while looking for snakes and lizards. They were so tiny, I’m guessing a week and a half old? I actually thought the first one I found was dead until I poked it with my hook, then I found the other three, snapped a few pictures when a couple walked up to me and asked what I was taking photos of. So I showed them the bunnies.

They were worried that they had been abandoned but I told them it was common for a momma to leave them for awhile each day and that she will likely return to them once we leave. They wanted to touch them but I told them not to, they said ‘oh, because if the mom smells them on us she’ll abandon them?’ I told them that was a wives tale to keep kids from bringing animals home, but the reason they didn’t want to touch them is because they carry diseases like hantavirus and Tularemia. At that piece of advice they immediately backed away, thanked me for the information, and wandered off.

Try to Intimidate my disabled neighbor? I'll make sure you get dropped by your sponsors.

So this ended about four months ago, and still makes me happy whenever I think about it. This might be long sorry.

I’ve lived in this apartment complex about a year or so and it’s pretty nice I suppose. My next door neighbor is an older lady who happens to be disabled. While I don’t know the actual extent of her disabilities, I know she needs help from time to time and If I’m around I try to help. She’s really sweet and about once a week she’ll make me a plate of something homemade to eat since I work nights and really don’t cook. Her pork chops and fried cabbage are 🔥.

We both live upstairs and she uses a wheelchair but she can walk up and down the stairs slowly, and if I’m around I’ll carry her wheelchair down, but her daughter usually does it. Her daughter picks her up every morning on her way to work and takes her to this community center everyday so she can get out and socialize and such.

This is where this guy comes in, I like to call him Young Douche. YD is your typical piece of shit in that he is super obnoxious in everything. He drives a suped up Subaru that’s really loud and plays his music so loud I can hear the bass from upstairs. Also he likes to park in the one handicapped spot. Our apartments management is super shitty and they don’t get involved with anything and refused to get involved with this.

Now before he moved in my neighbors daughter used to park in the handicapped spot to pick up her mom, but since this dickhead started parking there she’s had to park in front of his car so she can get her mom. I tried to be nice and left a note on his car but nothing really changed but it was no big deal at first.

One morning I’m asleep and get woken up to this guy just holding down his horn non stop. My neighbors daughter had parked in front of him and he couldn’t get out. When I looked outside I could see him get out and start harassing both my neighbor and her daughter.

I could hear him talking shit so I put some pants on and walk outside and see dude all in the daughters face. She’s like 4'9 so he’s looking down on her like he’s gonna punch her, then my neighbor tried to calm him down and she put a hand on his elbow and he slapped her hand away hard.

I saw that and ran downstairs but as soon as I opened the gate and he saw me he backed off and got back in his car then started honking his horn again. I waited there until they​ left, then he left, not before he flipped me off while driving away.

So at that moment I knew I had to fuck with him. My other neighbor knows him and told me about dude. Apparently he’s big in the custom Subaru scene and he does shows and shit with his car all the time. He has sponsors that sometimes give him parts and they use his car in their ads I guess.

Anyway It took me awhile to come up with  some good revenges so I’d do simple stuff. I had expired milk in my fridge because I really don’t drink milk often but I like cereal occasionally and just had some, so I’d start putting a little bit all over his car when I got home. After awhile you can smell rancid milk all over it. But that wasn’t enough.

I needed a real big Fuck You so my other friend found out he had this big show coming up and dude had a photographer come and take pictures of him with his car. The night before the show​ I go to AutoZone and get the shittiest Decals and bumper stickers I can find and spent about an hour and a half putting these all around his vehicle. When I was done it looked horrible. I even did a swastika of Honda, Ford, Lamborghini and Fiat decals on his hood. While nothing I put wouldn’t permanently damage his vehicle, it would take hours to take it all off.

So about 6 am when I guess he was going to the show I hear screaming. He’s yelling so loud that some other neighbors go outside and see what’s up. When they see it’s him they laugh and go back inside.

He then called 911 and they show up but it’s not like there’s anything they can do. Then the cop actually gives him a ticket for parking in a handicap spot without tags then they left.

Apparently he had to make that show for his sponsors or else they were gonna drop him, supposedly he was hard to work with and it was the straw that broke the camels back.  

Now even after all that, dude STILL kept parking in the handicapped space. Eventually when I got home from work I’d just start throwing trash on his hood. I once threw a chocolate shake at his windshield.

Seeing this car in the handicapped space every night really pissed me off for some reason. Anyways he eventually moved out . Still hate that guy though.

Heart.Beat (Reader x  Lúcio Correia dos Santos)

A/N: Lúcio tho. Happy Valentine’s.

Originally posted by chunli

Okay. You could do this. You gave yourself a little pep talk as you rounded the corner with the little package in hand. Easy. Even if you just shoved it into his hands and ran it’d be fine because then at least you gave your present to him and it’d be fine.

“Hey Lúcio—” You started as you saw the DJ, but—

“Heya!” He greeted you with his brilliant smile and waved you over, but there was a problem because Hana and Zenyatta were with him. “Come join us! Hana and I were just about to show Zenyatta the new Mario Kart.” There was a mischievous glint in Lúcio’s eyes; the same look was reflected in Hana’s expression. Zenyatta seemed oblivious as ever and you wondered if the omnic knew what he was getting into.

“A-Ahaha…” You laughed nervously and quickly hid the present behind you back. “No, that’s okay. Sorry for interrupting!” Dammit. You very slowly backed away, ignoring the trio’s curious looks and quickly dashed away.

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somebody else // stiles stilinski pt. 3

Summary: Stiles broke her heart and now she can never look at him the same. They remained friends, but she can’t exactly find it in herself to truly forgive Stiles and he doesn’t know how to accept her new relationship with the one person he can’t stand. Overtime, they both eventually got over each other… or have they?

Requested: no, collab with @minhosmeanhoe 

Warning: no, mature language & themes throughout 

Inspired by this song


As soon as the bell rang Katalina breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn’t stand to be around Theo any longer and the confusing feelings she had developed for Stiles were messing with her head. One minute he’s starting small talk with her at a party reigniting her feelings for him and the next he’s acting like she doesn’t even matter to him.

She was relieved when she stepped into the library and was immediately engulfed by silence. Knowing that she still hadn’t finished her English paper, she took out her laptop and opened the document. She read over it again trying to think of how to strengthen her argument when her phone went off, causing multiple heads to turn in her direction. Quickly silencing the device, she rolled her eyes when Theo’s name appeared on the screen. Ignoring it, Katalina tried to redirect her focus back on her paper. 

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BTS Reaction - “I’m still mad, but just stay like this.” Part 2

Anonymous said: Hey there! :) I was wondering if i could have the same request as the last person ( The i’m still mad one) but this time with their partner doing it? How would bts react? :) Thank you ~

Hayyy sure thing!


You noticed how off he was that day. The night before, the two of you got into a huge argument about paying bills and how a few of them were late. You could see in his face that the next day, he came home extremely stressed about work. You didn’t ask why - you just walked over to him as he was standing at the kitchen counter and wrapped your arms around him. He’d only sigh, stand straight up and interlock his fingers with yours.

“I’m still upset about last night, but I’m getting the vibe that you had a rough day. Just stay like this, okay? I don’t want you to be sad.”


After fighting tooth and nail with Taehyung over how much he was working, you noticed that he was extremely upset the next day. Apparently he had received a call saying that his brother was in the hospital due to illness. So before you asked anything, you walked over to him and planted a kiss on his cheek before hugging him from behind. He only turned around and pulled you into his chest, hugging you tightly.

“I’m not mad about last night anymore. Just stay like this, I need you.”


There’s never usually a problem between you two, but when he refused to let you look at his phone, things got complicated. You felt like you didn’t trust him. But the next day, Hobi was miserable, and you could see it. He was waiting for an important call from Bang PD and didn’t want to miss it, and you were giving him the silent treatment. So you made your way over to him and lightly hugged him from behind.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you mad and I understand why you didn’t want to give me your phone. It was stupid of me. Please just let me stay this way for awhile, I missed you.”


It started out as a normal talk, until it escalated and the two of you fought like crazy over the future and what was going to happen. He was leaving for tour soon, and you hated the uncertainty. The next day, Suga came home and wordlessly went up to your bedroom. You found him looking through pictures of his mom, who had apparently been admitted to the hospital. Your eyes welled up with tears as you walked over to Suga and wrapped your arms around him, your cheek against his back.

“ I was mad but I’m not anymore. I’m sorry about last night. Please stay like this for a while. I want to be here for you.”


The night before, you were tired and had yelled at Jimin for coming home so late from dance practice. It ended up being a rough argument before you retreated to the bed and him to the couch. The next day, you got a call from Namjoon saying Jimin had injured himself during practice and that they just got to the hospital. When you got there yourself, Jimin was standing at the window looking out into the city when you went up to him and hugged him tightly from behind.

“I was mad this morning, but I’m not now. Please just let me stay like this. I was so worried about you.”

“It’s okay. I love you.”


He couldn’t seem to understand why you needed to be alone sometimes. The two of you fought over it the night before and it ended up with slamming doors and audible crying. The next day, Jungkook came home upset and with his eyes bloodshot. His mom had called to let him know that his aunt just passed away from cancer. You saw this, and ran to him, tightly wrapping your arms around his waist and whispering quietly.

“I’m so sorry. Just stay like this for awhile, okay? I want to help.”


You guys don’t even fight. This all stemmed from two bad days in a row for Jin, who was told he needed to work harder or else he’d be excluded in the next show. He was upset, scared and was working as hard as he possibly could. You walked over to him and rubbed your hands up and down on his back before winding your arms around him in an effort to comfort him.

“You are doing amazing, Jin. I just want to stay like this for a little bit, okay? You know I love you no matter what.”

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My Queen

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson



Imagine: You went to Camille’s birthday party, where you had a lovely night, but, on the way back to your house, a bad guy gets to you. Lucky for you, you have an Original to your hero.

Word Count: 3K 

The night in New Orleans was pretty darn cold when you left your building to walk towards the Rousseau’s in order to celebrate Camille’s birthday. She had invited you a week ago and said it would be only a small gathering of friends, which was why you agreed on going. Otherwise, since you hated the idea of huge parties (they were incredibly loud and filled with inconvenient people), it was very likely you would blow this thing off.

A shudder invaded your body and you tried warm yourself by rubbing your hands on the gift you were carrying. It was just a couple of psychology books, nothing special, but the kind your friend would appreciate it. Matter fact, the blonde was so sweet that she would not mind it if you swung by empty handed.

One particular circumstance bothered you, though. Cami became friends, a while ago, with a very… Different man. Klaus Mikaelson, the guy’s name, was new in town when he met her. Yet, she soon was converted to his favourite obsession. The man followed her to work and home, completely taking out her privacy. It was an abusive, sick thing. So, one day, the words just slipped, asking why O'Connell would not get a restraining order or so, forbidding him to keep harassing her. The woman softly smiled, padding on your back, and said it was complicated, nearly useless, to do that.

And, for short period of time, you got yourself wondering why would Camille say something like that. However, considering no one eased your doubt, you decided it was time you did your own research, so that you would discover what was his secret, why no one seemed to have the strength to fight him off. It was when Klaus noticed you, a witty tiny human who had the guts to look upon his past. Of course he would develop interest on you. It was so clear now… The man was keen to people who challenged him, who intrigued him, which was exactly what you offered.

Unfortunately, his crush on you was not what concerned you. Oh, no. That was the least of your problems… What really troubled you was your own feelings. Because, ever since he started to fancy you, Klaus Mikaelson had been a true gentleman. Sending lovely gifts alongside breath taking letters, also, any time the man approached you, your heart started to race on your chest. Your cheeks turned red and, heck, you started to stutter. It was ridiculous.

A stupid tune began to play, announcing a call. You swiftly snatched the phone out of your back pocket, answering it right away.

“Hello?” You said, glancing over the pub that was only a few inches far from where you stood.

Are you running late?” A tender voice asked, gently.

“Oh, hi, Cami. No. Actually, I’m just outside the Rousseau’s.”

Ah, then I guess this was one hell of unnecessary call.

“There’s no problem.” You giggled, happily. “Uh, I should hang up. I’m coming in.”


Her voice ceased and you watched yourself pondering before getting inside. What if he was in there? Standing with his cocky smirk and a glass of whiskey in one hand? Or what if today was the day? The day when you would let it all go and just accept the love Klaus said he had for you? So many unresolved issues haunting your mind… You felt like you were about burst.

It was no time to be a coward, though, so you swallowed your fear and took another step towards the place.

“Hey!” The blonde cheered, seeing you standing by the door. “Come on in. Everyone is waiting!”

Camille dragged you to the bar, where a bunch of her friends were. So far, Davina was the only one you recognised. She waved at you and a hint of smile curved her lips. The brown haired girl was such a nice kid, despite all the pain and loss she had to face. You admired her for that.

Your attention was soon stolen by the awesome bartenders who were fixing up cool drinks. Two seconds after that, Cami babbled an excuse and went to back to stock your gift among the others she had received, leaving you all alone.

“May I keep you company?” A deep voice whispered, making you jitter. “It’s sad to see a beautiful lady like yourself so alone at a party.”

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I got to wander around on the bed today.

It wasn’t for too long, as the humans here keep their bedroom pretty cold, but it was still fun to explore.

I apologize for my dull colors, I’m going into shed again!

First, my glamor shot! I was sitting on my keeper’s legs. For a change, I was pretty calm and didn’t immediately try to bolt! I did eventually realize I was on a person and tried to run away. Once I was down onto the bed itself, I relaxed again.

I don’t look so big when pictures are taken from a distance, though.

I had some fun crawling around on the sheets, though; they’re still using winter fleece sheets, so it wasn’t slippery at all and was easy for me to climb around.

I noticed, after awhile, that my keeper was just sitting there taking pictures of me.

Ugh, really? You’re just gonna sit there and take pictures?

I only got to stay out for about five minutes, because their bedroom was only around 50F, and that’s far, far too cold for me, but it’s also the safest place to let me run where I can’t get under or fall off of anything high. When it’s warmer outside, I can spend more time there.

My keeper also says he plans to set up a safe area outside using chicken wire so I can go outside on the grass once it’s warmer.

I’m still not very good about wanting to be handled, I’m very wiggly and screamy despite daily handling, and my keeper is trying to see if maybe just letting me be out and wandering around people instead of being actually held or made to be crawling or climbing ON people will help me relax a little more.

I was not handled at all, really, for the first two years of my life, so this is all still very new and scary to me, even after 5 months.

Please keep in mind that my keeper is not looking for advice on how to tame me; he is taking my personality and my comfort level into consideration while working with me and does not subscribe to ‘flooding’ methods (i.e. holding me until I’m just so ‘flooded’ with fear or stress that I stop struggling and appear relaxed) for taming me.

We’re working with what my comfort levels are, and he is not interested in pushing me to behave how he wants or thinks I should behave, and is letting me go at my own pace.

If I decide I’m just not comfortable with regular handling, he does not plan to force it beyond making sure I’m handleable enough for vet exams.

Fangs & Feelings (J-Hope x Reader)

So about the time I first started this blog, my friend requested this of me and I just now got around to it. It is my first real smut, so be gentle. It’s probably kind of awkward and rushed but I tried.

Genre: Vampire!AU; Oneshot; Smut; Mild Fluff

Word Count:4570

Hoseok was really always so sweet and ready to help but lately he’s been avoiding you. A little game of connect the dots gives you the answer you need to hear from him.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

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Not One of Us

Originally posted by croatoancian

Pairing: Winchestersxsister!reader
Word count: 2,255
Warning: slight angst
Author: Brittiny
Request: Anonymous. Hey! Could you do angst where the reader is the winchesters half sister from one of Johns flings and Dean hates her guts because she taints the memory of his mom but Sam likes her. She always tries to get deans approval but it never works and she breaks down and asks why he hates her so much and he yells and she runs away. Sam goes after her and maybe in the end Dean agrees to give her a chance? Thanks! I love your tumblr! So good!

Shaking, your hands pulled out the number that had been tucked away in your wallet for two years. You licked your lips and dialed it before pulling your cell phone against your ear. You were waiting to hear the voice that you hadn’t heard in about a year. Your father’s. He had come around as often as he could, and made sure to always send you letters at least once a month. They had stopped about six months ago, but he had written that something had happened, and he wanted to protect you. It hurt, but you understood.

“Hello?” A man’s voice answered. It wasn’t your father.

“I-is John there?” You tried to hide the fact that you were crying.

You heard movement. “John died.”

Inhaling sharply, you shook your head. “When?”

“Six months ago.” The man said. “Who is this?” His voice didn’t sound pleased.

“I’m his daughter, Y/N. He- he told me to ever call if I was in trouble.” You wiped your cheek. “Do you know if Bobby is still alive?”

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In Media Res | Jungkook

Scenario: I’m a photographer for this big fancy wedding so I’m going around and snapping pictures of everyone and oh wow you are so incredibly otherworldly in your beauty and oops turns out I end up taking more pictures of you than the happy couple
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 8,592
Author’s Note: Jayesslee’s Sonia Lee & Andy Yang’s wedding video and the wedding from (500) Days of Summer both played a big inspiration for the making of this story. I just love outdoor weddings okay. In Media Res is latin for “in the middle of things”.


There’s something about a camera that has always fascinated Jungkook, as well as the mechanics that come along with owning and being able to operate one at his will. The idea that he could physically capture a moment or a memory within the confines of a tangible object, a place where he knows the information inside could not slip or fade away (unlike the thoughts and visions that more often than not slipped through his mind like grains of sand passing through his fingers) gave Jungkook a sense of reassurance.

For the longest time, Jungkook found calm and chased the peace that came with trying to capture an image. His computer and memory drive are filled with scenic shots, candid snapshots caught perfectly in time. He likes the idea of needing to be fast enough to realize when something good, something breathtaking and so completely irreplaceable was about to happen—and having to be quick enough, sharp enough, to catch that moment on camera.

So when Seokjin-hyung requests Jungkook to be the official photographer for his upcoming wedding—Jungkook is ecstatic that the older man would even consider Jungkook in the first place. Weddings are beautiful, timeless, and (most of the time) only happen once during the course of someone’s life. A wedding is filled with memories just waiting to be captured.

So Jungkook answers in the way he feels most equipped to react: “I would love to hyung.”

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I love you. // Fred Weasley x Reader.

Title: I love you. // Fred Weasley x Reader. 

Request: “Hey :) could I please have a fred Weasley imagine where its after the battle of hogwarts and no one could find Fred so they all think he was dead. After, we found out I was pregnant and eventually he comes back after being captured? Can it be really fluffy please? Thanks :)” by @i-solemnly-swear-fred-weasley

Paring: Fred Weasley x Reader. 

Warning(s): I don’t think there are any, other than sad reader, but I wanted to say that the Reader is around 2-3 months pregnant. So, yeah.

“Where is he?” I asked as I ran to Molly and George, they looked between each other. “We don’t know,” Molly whispered, her voice was shaky and her eyes were full of tears. “What do you mean, you don’t know?” I basically screamed looking at her, “What are you telling me? That he just upped and disappeared?” I looked between the both of them. 

To say that the Battle of Hogwarts wasn’t emotionally draining was an understatement; I’ve never felt so emotionless yet so full of emotion in my life. 

“We believed he has died.” George cried, going to hug me, I was too stunned to actually hug him back. I stood there with my hands by my side as he held onto me, he cried into my shoulder. “He’s not gone,” I whispered, my eyes watering, “He can’t be.” I whimpered. 

I spent a month at the Weasleys, getting comforted by Ginny, and George. Bill and Percy were over once in awhile, comforting the whole family. Molly made a meal one night, it was the last night I was there, Hermione came over as she wanted to see Ron and me. She hugged him first before kissing him, coming over to me, hugging me tight. “You guys look lovely!” Molly exclaimed hugging Hermione, “So do you, Mrs. Weasley.” Hermione smiled, I looked at both of them as they talked, “Y/N, will you help us set the table?” Percy asked I nodded walking towards them; I took some plates from Bill, setting them on the table. Ron put down the food, and we all sat down. 

Normal conversation was happening; I sipped on my tea, looking around. ‘I need to tell them.’ I thought to myself. “Um, I need to tell you guys something.” I said looking around, all eyes on me. My eyes drifted down to my stomach, “When Fred was here,” I took a deep breath, “We got pregnant. And,” I sniffled a little, “He proposed before the night before the battle, and I promised I wouldn’t lose the ring, so I put it in his pocket, I knew he wouldn’t lose it.” I muttered, “I’ve been pregnant for awhile now.” I looked up, Molly’s eyes were glossy, “I’m sorry,” I whimpered, getting up. 

I heard footsteps behind me, they weren’t heavy but I couldn’t tell if they were one of the girls or even Ron’s. I walked into the guest bedroom; it had a picture of Fred and George. I sat on the bed as a tear slid down my cheek, I looked up when someone sat beside me, Hermione had followed me up to the bedroom, I looked at her, hugging her instantly. “I didn’t want to disappoint anyone with having a child,” I whispered, she stroked my hair. “You didn’t disappoint any of us, okay? Were happy for you, but its huge news.” She said. I let go of her, allowing her to get up. I got up soon after, I grabbed my bags and walked out into the living room area, “I’m going to go home,” I whispered, “Okay dear, please send us a letter, when you know you might have your baby,” Molly smiled, I nodded quickly. 

Seven Months Later…

 I was currently sitting in the living room with Hermione and Ron. I picked up my cup of tea as Ron cleaned the nursery. “When’s the baby due?” Hermione asked, sitting down in a chair, “Any day now.” I smiled at her. I looked out the window, “You know, I really wish Fred was here, I remember the last words he said to me, I even have all the letters he sent me while we were away from each other.” I chuckled, “He use to always make us tea, and we’d sit in some chairs by the window, having the cold air hit us,” I smiled at the memory. There was a knock at the door as I was getting up to go to the bathroom. “Ron will you answer the door?” I asked, walking as quickly as I could to the bathroom. I heard a silent scream and running. I heard a faint cry. I finished up in the bathroom before going into the living room area; I looked at the ground as I waddled around.

 “Y/N,” Harmonies voice whispered, it sounded like she was crying. I turned around, looking at her. Instead of two figures I saw two, I at all of them, looking at the one person again and again. “Freddy?” I whispered, the tall man smiled, nodding. “Merlin’s beard!” I said waddling as fast as I could to him, “I missed you so much,” I cried, “I missed you too love,” I let tears slip from my eyes, he pulled away first. 

“You didn’t get knocked up by another man right?” he asked as he wiped away my tears, I laughed and shook my head, “Never.” I giggled. “It’s a boy. The baby’s a boy.” I stated. “Really?” he asked, I nodded. “We’re having a baby Weasley,” I smiled, his face lit up. “Too bad I don’t have my ring.” I stated, he looked at me, before his lips forming a ‘O’, and reached into his pocket taking out a silver ring with three diamonds. “Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N will you marry me?” he asked getting on one knee; I nod quickly and lean down to kiss him. “I love you so much Fred!” I cried, he smiled,

 “I love you too, love.”

Headlines pt.II

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length: 2069

genre: a mix; rapper jimin au

a/n: so I have an idea for where I want the story and like relationship between the reader and Jimin to go…not sure if it will like be an actual relationship or just a friendship, but that’s why there starts to be a slight change in Jimin, just an fyi

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∠( ᐛ 」∠)_ Hey frog!!! I was the chubby Jolyne anon that got confidence from ur cute jojos awhile back, I’m so glad I came across your art without I wouldn’t have met such cool jojo peeps at the con and had such great fun! (I was really surprised at how many people asked to take my picture!)So thanks frog Keep on being great!!!! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✨

OH MY GOD! YOU LOOK SO GREAT THAT COSTUME IS SUPER WELL MADE!! i’m so glad you had a good time!!!! you look amazing tysm for sharing these

Good For You

Summary: Tom had a bad day at work and thought you should treat him right for the night by looking good for him.

Characters: Reader x Tom Holland

Warnings: NSFW?, semi-smut

Word Count: 799

A/N: We’ve all seen the Vogue Italia pictures. Those pictures inspired this. I suggest listening to Selena Gomez’s “Good For You” while you read this and die. I wrote it listening to the song and it was the end of me. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I’ve never been in a relationship or kissed anyone, so this is what I know from watching movies and TV shows. lol. Also, my first time writing stuff like this in awhile. 

Earlier today, you’ve heard from your boyfriend, Tom, that he had a bad day on the set while filming his new movie. You knew he would be stressed out because he cares a lot about his acting and always wants to get his performance 100% right. It’s been awhile since you had properly dressed up for him and thought that tonight would be the perfect opportunity to cheer him up.

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I’m Not Letting Go: Alex x Reader

Request: Single parent reader with a kindergartener, Alex Hamilton x reader

Requester: @purpleshellsaremyfavorite

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1220

A/N: I took your request in a slightly different direction! I hope you don’t mind :)

Being a single mom was nothing like you thought it would be. All throughout your pregnancy, you told people that you would be fine; that you had a plan and there was nothing to worry about. When your little girl came, you were overjoyed. She was beautiful and looked exactly like you. Yeah, the world was a pretty scary place, but as long as you had Charlotte, none of that mattered.

But then, Charlotte began walking, talking, and wanted to explore everything. She was the cutest little girl in the whole world, but god could she wail. You couldn’t wait for her to start school so that she could have more experiences than just the world inside of her daycare center.

No matter how excited you were for Charlotte to go to kindergarten, you couldn’t help but dread leaving her there. As a parent, you wanted her to grow, but at the same time you wanted her to stay the same little girl she had always been. She would be an adult before you knew it.

“Mommy!” Charlotte yelled, bouncing on your bed. “First day of school, first day of school!”

You groaned a bit at the early time of the morning, but then put on your best ‘mommy’ smile and said, “You’re right, it is!”

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anonymous asked:

This may sound odd, but can I request a scenario where the reader got a scar on their back protecting Izuku (like awhile back, so it's healed enough that bandages aren't needed) and Izuku finally gets a good look at it, but the reader assures him that it's okay and from now on they'd protect each other? P.S., I love this blog~

Midoriya Izuku

You’re quiet as Midoriya traces the scar on your back, picturing the kicked puppy dog look he was most likely wearing while looking at it. 

He had been wary about leaving your side while you were in the hospital getting treated for your wound, asking the doctors all sorts of questions that your brain was too fogged to process. You knew he felt guilty about it, he had been the ‘cause’ of it after all. You didn’t want to place blame of your injury on anyone but yourself, though, because you had been the one to dive into the action. Your reflexes had gone into overdrive as you protected Midoriya from an attack that could’ve rendered him immobile and destroyed any chances of winning against the enemy. 

“Does it… still hurt?” He asks quietly, after finally pulling his hand away. 

“There’s tingles, but it’s ghost pain. It doesn’t really bother me much anymore…” You pull your shirt back down and turn to face him, but find he won’t look you in the eye. 

“The whole point of me being a hero is to keep you safe… The fact that I let this happen to you…” 

“Izuku.” You smack his cheeks, then squeeze them and force him to look directly in your eyes. “It’s not your fault, and you know it. I just wanted to be a hero for you, you know? It’s something I know you would’ve done for me.” 


“No buts! Now start practicing that All Might smile, and reassure me!” 

“It’s fine now…” He sounded a bit weak, his smile half-assed, but another smack from you keeps him to perk up. He plasters a huge grin on his face, smiling with all his might to show you that he’s trying. 


“It’s fine now! Why? Because I am here!” 

“I’d been harboring a crush on him since 5th grade. But I thought: ‘I’m gonna be in the friend zone for a long time.’ Because I’m normally not the kind of person who’s liked in that way. But I thought, ‘Go for it.’ So I started flirting. I’d say things like, ‘You look nice.’ Or ‘I like your hair.’ Then we started going to different high schools, so we started texting a lot. And every once in awhile I’d use a heart emoji. Or a kiss emoji. And if he ever had to dress in a suit, he’d send me a picture. So things were going well. Then one day I had an orthodontist appointment near his school and we decided to meet at Starbucks. After his mom dropped him off, we went on a walk by the stream. Then we sat on a bench. And I saw him flip a coin. So I thought he was bored. But right after, he gave me a kiss.”


You were in your living room reading a book when you heard someone knocking on your door. Opening the door, the Salvatore brothers stood before you. “Hey guys.”

“Hey Y/N,” Stefan said. “Caroline told us you weren't feeling well so we wanted to be good neighbours and check up on you.”

“Yeah, we even bought you a teddy bear,” Damon added, playing with the stuffed animals hands. Stefan looked away in embarrassment which caused you to laugh.

“She stopped by and brought me lunch, there’s still some left over pizza if you guys want,” You offered. They politely accepted and you walked away forgetting one important thing. “You can come in!” You shouted from the kitchen. You put two pizzas on a plate and walk into the living room.

They were looking around at your pictures and decor. “Y/N, who’s this?” Stefan held up a picture of you and your mom. You walked over to him and took the picture, stroking over her face.

“My mother,” You said in a soft tone. “She died when I was 18 so it was just me and my dad until I moved here,”

You look up and catch damon and stefan exchanging weird looks. “That’s our mom,” Damon said. “That’s Lily Salvatore,”

“What?” You say sitting down. Your mom had other kids that she never told you about. She had many opportunities but not once did she mention having another family.

“So..you’re my half-brothers,” You stated. “That’s nice,” You said after awhile. “I never had siblings,” You smiled at them. As weird as your neighbours turning out to be the brothers you never knew about is, you were excited for whatever happened next.

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Day 1: To look at these pictures and see my face it makes me so angry. I use to be an actress and did modeling and now i look as if my face is a space map. I had beautiful skin all through highschool and never thought i would be the girl with severe acne. I use to watch documentaries on it and be thankful i had clear skin, if only i knew what would happen later on in life. I saw my first breakout when i was around 18 but i saw a skin doctor and it seemed to go away for awhile. I had a few bad breakouts but nothing compared to what happened to me this past summer. I started with just a few and spread like wildfire. I stopped doing so many of the things i loved, i lost my self confidence and didn’t know where to turn to. I finally had enough and with the support of my bf i went to the doctor about accutane and she got me set up right away and 30 days later here I am…finally starting my first day of a better future. 

But through this horrible process of acne i have had to find my self confidence in other aspects of myself besides just my looks. I didn’t realize of much i counted on my face and appearance to give me happiness and self love. I have come to understand who i am better and have grown to love the woman i am with or without acne, so for that i thank you acne, you have made me a better person, you taught me to look else where in life for happiness. You taught me that looks aren’t always the most important thing in life. You also showed me what an amazing boyfriend i have, he has stuck by me even when i lost my outer beauty. So acne….thank you.