i hope it turned out ok anyways

Take a Picture- Auston Matthews

Originally posted by yourhockeyboys

(Look at that smile!)

Ok so as a plus size girl myself… I hate taking pictures. So it translated into this imagine for you guys! Hope you guys like it! Enjoy!

Warning: body insecurities

Anon Request: hey!! was wondering if you could maybe do an imagine where the reader is kinda chubby and dating auston n gets kinda insecure about not bein ~conventionally attractive and comfort ensues (dont @ me a thicc girl can dream ok lmao)

PS- Girl! Thicc girls can do whatever they damn well please! You go boo!


              Auston was laying on the couch, his head in your lap as you vegged out watching cooking shows on the TV. Auston was scrolling through social media and chuckling at all of Mitch’s stupid antics.

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anonymous asked:

I'm super upset about this new Eleanor website. I never liked the B one either. I dislike both girls, but that's blatant targeted harassment. The URLs are public and in their names. I feel like we live down to the perception of us as cruel trolls whenever I see posts celebrating these sites (on other blogs). I'm sure it's not something you can discuss publicly, but gosh, I really wish it would stop. But everyone is so stubborn I fear they'll never see it from the other perspective.

everyone pretend i just put on a velour tracksuit hoodie à la brooklyn 99′s gina linetti bc it’s TIME FOR KATE’S OPINION. and full disclosure i’m gonna answer this then just turn off my inbox bc i have neither the time nor interest to discuss it further. so anyway. yeah. i will admit that i got a chuckle out of that website when it first went up! i rly did. i hate that garbage family too so it was like LOL OOP! but then it updated…and updated again…and again…and……again…and it was like oh ok so ur like. rly doing this then…ok…well, i mean hope you’re enjoying the anonymous attn and that this is somehow satisfying for you?? bc quite frankly i find this shit embarrassing. not to mention, B probably LOVES that website lmao. that’s right up her alley. but like truly, that shit is the stuff that makes it SO easy for antis to be nasty to and about us. believe me, i KNOW they target us for literally just existing (i get hate frequently and all i do is fuckign reblog cute pictures and memes and stay in my gd lane 98.7% of the time) and i’m absolutely not blaming larries for the actions of antis, but i’m saying that that website and the like is the type of shit antis hone in on and the shit that gives them ammunition. that’s on their level, that’s shit they understand bc they, too, run blogs and websites abt ppl they hate. it’s as childish and oftentimes cruel when larries do it as it is when antis do it. it’s middle school and high school level immaturity and it’s literally just embarrassing.

and now w/the eleanor one too lmao like my dude,,, i think it’s time to step away from the internet?? think abt what you’re doing. i don’t fault anyone for disliking her. el*unor was…nothing short of awful at times. but like skjdhfk “how many desperate, pathetic women…” ??? if anything, this website strikes me as more desperate and pathetic than anything else right now. ik everyone has their own ways of coping w/stuff but idk, man. be decent. you’re not doing the good and noble thing w/this shit. it’s 2017. be nice. be good.

Pass Me The Controller Part 3

Its a bit short and a bit late but its better than nothing right?

In case you’ve forgotten..

Part One

Part Two 

“Fuck” Jack said under his breath and before I can comprehend whats happening Jack is on the other side of the room throwing me a shirt and putting one on himself.

“Y/n? Jack?” Conor calls up the hallway.

“Uh, we’re in my room Conor.” Jack replies, pulling the shirt down over my head and covering me with the duvet, “Play it cool ok?” He whispers to me.

“Y/n are you ok?” Conor walks in a second later coming straight over to me and getting into bed next to me to give me a hug, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here tonight for you. I’m sure the last thing you wanted was Jack, I’m sorry love.”

“I’m actually ok. Apart from vomiting in your bathroom.” I try to laugh but there is so much tension between Jack and I that I barely manage.

“Oh no! Are you alright now?” Conor turns over his shoulder, “Jack you can go now mate, I’m sure you’re not helping much anyway.”

I feel terrible at the look on Jack’s face and he sees the look on mine but he shakes his head, “Its ok, I hope you feel better in the morning y/n” and with that he walk away.

“No wait!” I blurt out. Conor gives me a confused look, “I mean, you can stay if you want, its your room Jack.” I see a little bit of a glimmer in Jack’s eyes.

“No he can piss off, the last thing you needed was irresponsible Jack making you sick, I’m sorry you had to deal with him-“

“He was actually amazing” I interrupt, “He made me completely forget about my ex actually. I mean yeah he got me a little drunk and I threw up but at least I was laughing the whole night.”

Conor almost looks like he doesn’t know what to say, he actually looks a little offended and Jack sees it, “I’ll go get you a water y/n and you and Conor can chat, ok?” Jack says as he leaves the room.

As soon as he is gone Conor pulls be into a big hug, “I’m here now, ok? Do you want to talk about it?”

I go to snuggle into his warm embrace but become suddenly aware that I’ve only got underwear on under Jacks’ t-shirt and I pull the covers up a little closer, “I think I’m actually ok. There’s not much to talk about, my ex did what I knew he was going to do and that’s that. I’m done with him and I’m moving on.” I feel my cheeks flush and the mentioning of moving on and remembering back to literally 5 minutes ago.

“Well as long as you’re sure you’re ok, Come on you can sleep in my room.” And with that Conor pulls the covers back and reveals my exposed lower half, “Oh!” I quickly pull the covers back over myself, I feel my whole body panic, “I’m sorry! I didn’t realise-“

“She threw up all over herself so I gave her something to change into” Jack says, surprisingly calm, standing in the doorway. I breathe a mental sigh of relief.

“Right, that makes sense, thanks Jack.” Conor says unconvincingly, his brow still furrowed. He moves some of the hair off my face, “Is that a hickey on your neck?”

My heart starts to pound, “Oh, it must have been from-“

“You didn’t have it yesterday when i saw you and he wasn’t with you last night.” He turns to Jack, who hasn’t managed to stay as calm looking as he was a second ago, “Did you fucking do something to her Jack?”

“Conor, let me explain.” Jack tries to say but Conor jumps up and storms over to him.

“Did you get my best friend drunk,” Conor pushes Jack out of the door way, “when she was weak and vulnerable,” he pushes him into the wall, “and fucking take advantage of her?” He punches Jack across the face.

“CONOR!” I scream, scrambling out of bed.

“You fucking loser!” He punches him again.

“STOP! HE DIDNT!” I push myself between them and Jack falls to the floor.

My 20 year old husband - [Day 7 : Tomorrow]

20 yr old Jungkook, at the top of his idol boyband career, has a secret only he & his bandmates know – An underground relationship, with you, a girl he met at a fanmeeting. Things get a little out of hand and you find out you’re pregnant.

Read: Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 5 / Day 6 / Day 7 /

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anonymous asked:

TRUMPET: Now or never kiss right right before Phil goes into the alien city to save Skye

Fix/Add a Scene (Seasons 1-3).

Part of this Philinda Promptathon!

“No. You can barely stand, let alone–” Melinda tried not to let the panic show on her face, but she felt her heart racing inside of her chest. She would rather risk herself and go down there after Skye. They needed to get to her, but Phil was hurt. She couldn’t let him–

“I put her on this path. I have to try to make it right.” Phil felt his determination take over his body, masking the pain from his injuries. He tried to ignore the worried look Melinda was giving him. “If we’re not back before the bombs go off, get everyone to the Bus. Just because Whitehall’s dead doesn’t mean HYDRA’s gonna pack up and go home.”

“Phil–” Melinda moved until she was right in front of him, fear filled her body as he spoke. They already lost Mack to…to something. What if it took over him too? What if she lost him and the girl she thought of as a daughter in one fell swoop? And all the while she’d be up here, helpless and unable to protect them. She felt desperation surge through her body.

“I’m not saying this is a good plan, but–”

Melinda’s lips cut him off.

A surprised noise came out of Phil before he groaned and began to move his own lips against hers.

She kissed him fiercely, holding him by his Kevlar vest as his free hand got lost and tangled in her dark hair. She didn’t care about the sweat or the blood on his face, she just cared about him; being close to him; letting her actions speak the words she couldn’t manage to utter out loud.

Melinda broke away first–both of them were breathing hard. She pressed one more gentle kiss on his lips before moving back to hit the red button. 

“Go get our girl, and both of you come home.” Melinda spoke, her voice harsh with emotion, but her eyes were soft.

Phil nodded, determination settling back on his face. 

They shared one last meaningful look before Phil jumped down into the darkness, and Melinda didn’t move until he came back to her.


She was going to dedicate her whole life to you.

Rivetra requested by @rabbits-of-negative-euphoria


Written for theboywholivcd I don’t think this turned out quite like your prompt so I hope you like it anyway.

Draco lets out a soft sigh, unconsciously rubbing the dark mark on his forearm under the table as he listens to Harry laugh at his own story. Quite suddenly though Harry stops, as if reading Dracos thoughts he wraps his hands around his pint and fixes Draco with a look so intense he doesn’t even blink.

“Ok?” He asks, his eyes trained on Draco. He sounds a lot more sober than Draco thinks is possible.

“Of course I am, Potter.” Draco lies easily.

He lies a lot, at least to Harry, because sitting in the pub, laughing with Harry, their legs pressed together under the table as Harry leans into him to finish his particularly rousing story, has done nothing to settle him. Quite the opposite. In fact it’s all Draco can do to pay attention to Harry’s story, to focus on his actual words and not the way his lips curl when he laughs or the way his eyes shine when he’s excited.

If Draco had thought things were complicated when he and Harry were enemies it was nothing compared to how complicated things got when they became friends.

He’d spent his most formative years trying to get Harry’s attention. Nothing in his life had burned more than being scorned and rejected by Harry Potter. He can still remember deciding that a bit of payback was only fair. Except year after year his attempts to thwart the other boy had failed so miserably it had almost been embarrassing. Not that it was something he would’ve ever admitted to anyone, but all the same it was something he’d known. He’d learned pretty early on that no matter what he did he would never beat Harry Potter.

In fact he can still remember the first time he realized that he would never beat anyone, that he would never be better than anyone…not Potter, not his father, not Voldemort. And so he’d set out to prove them all wrong, to prove to them that he’d been chosen for a reason. To prove to himself that he was more that his own shortcomings.

Draco knows there were reasons he made the choices he did, knows he could make all the excuses in the world for his behavior, and sometimes he does. Sometimes he can even pretend those reasons are enough. Not often, but sometimes. Because the person he is now, so many years after the war, is so different than the one he’d been at Hogwarts. And the things he knows now, make the things he thought he’d known then seem like they’d happened to someone else.

He remembers being eleven, when he’d thought everything in the world would be better if he was Harry’s friend.

He remembers being sixteen and thinking everything in the world would be better if there was no Harry.

He remembers being seventeen and realizing that there could be no life without Harry.

He remembers turning nineteen and realizing he had to try again. That had taken more courage than he had known he’d possessed.

He remembers turning twenty and finding out that Harry’s forgiveness truly did extend to everyone; realizing that even if he could never forgive himself that Harry already had and that maybe for awhile that could be good enough.

He remembers turning twenty one and the exact moment he had realized he was in love with Harry.

And as he sits there in the pub pretending to listen to Harry’s ridiculous story for the third time that night, pretending that he is ok, pretending that he is not desperately in love with Harry, he wonders how long it will be before Harry makes a realization of his own.

anonymous asked:

Ok I "discovered" you only recently and I hope you don't mind me asking but how old are you? You look super young but at the same time you come out so mature and just... conscious? I don't know if that's the word I'm looking for but anyways... I'm just curious!

I just turned 28 🙄🙄

Anakin Skywalker - The Jedi Are The Past

Requested: Yes.(  How about, the reader is a sith, and seduces Anakin to the dark side? )  +  ( I was wondering if u could write an imagine for me. I read your post and don’t worry that is totally ok if u don’t get it done any time soon. Anyway, could the imagine please be about how you and Anakin meet in battle when he is supposed to kill you but with him it’s like love at first sight. )

Prompt: You’re a Sith and you and Anakin meet during battle and he can’t kill you because he falls in love with you.

A/N: I don’t know how good this one is haha. I mixed two requests together and it sounded really good in my head so I hoped it turned out well written! I hope you like it!

You were a Sith, but it hadn’t always been this way. You used to be a Jedi, back in your early teens. You were found on the desert planet of Tatooine at the same time as Anakin Skywalker, one who used to be your friend, and you had started your Jedi training. Your Master was Mace Windu, and he taught you well. For a Jedi, at least. But the more you trained, and the more you were told what to do and how to act, you couldn’t help but want more. You knew there was more out there, more uses for the Force. There had to be. That’s when you met Palpatine, who after befriending, you realized was a Sith Lord who actually called himself Darth Sidious. He wanted you to be his apprentice. He had high hopes for you, knew you could be so much more than what you were with the Jedi. So you joined him. You left the Jedi, making them think you had died because you had vanished out of nowhere, not leaving so much as a trace of where you could be behind. The only regret you had of leaving was leaving Anakin. You weren’t together and never had been, but you were best friends. You started to have feelings for him, once long ago, but he only seemed to have eyes for Padme Amidala, a Senator from Naboo. It made you feel hurt. You loved him and he couldn’t even see it. But you were over it now. Now, you were a powerful Sith Lord. And you happened to be the only Sith left. There had been a battle not too long ago, Lord Sidious had initiated Order 66 and you set off undercover, to destroy all Jedi. The plan was going well, you even killed your previous Master, Mace Windu. But then things went down hill. The remaining Jedi fought back, especially after losing so many of their own and your new Master ended up dead, with you left to finish what he started. You had been on the run for the past few weeks since it happened, the Jedi still not knowing it was you, Y/N L/N, an ex Jedi that they were after.

You knew they were getting close, you were constantly being tracked and you had barely been able to get any sleep considering it was only you who was left to do everything yourself. That’s when you decided to just stop and let them come at you. There weren’t many left, and you knew you could take them. You were confident that you were more powerful than any of them. Your Master had trained you well.

You had landed your ship on the outskirts of your home planet, Tatooine, where there were no people in sight. Just sand, and whatever Jedi were left to come after you. You dismounted your ship, stepping outside onto the all too familiar ground. You weren’t all evil, you still had feelings. And this planet brought back a lot of memories for you. It was where you first met Anakin. You had practically grown up together. You two were so excited when you found out you were to become Jedi, to be able to train together. But you left him. He probably thought that you died, just like the other Jedi. He probably would never have guessed you would become a Sith, the ones the Jedi were to fight against.

You were standing against your ship, absentmindedly drawing patterns in the sand with your foot when you heard another ship flying in. You grinned to yourself, pulling down your hood and taking out your red lightsaber and remained standing where you were, hoping to surprise whoever it was that had come after you. 

You heard someone get off of the other ship and make their way over to yours. When they appeared in front of you, it turned out that the Jedi wasn’t the only one to be surprised, but you were too. Anakin was standing feet away from you, taking in your appearance that was new to him. You had both grown up, but you could still easily recognize one another after knowing each other for so long.

“Y/N? How…how is this possible?” He asked quietly, lowering the bright blue lightsaber that he held in his hand.

You wiped the surprised look off of your face and replaced it with a smirk. “How is what possible? Me being a Sith?” You asked with a raised eyebrow. You saw him wince as you flat out admitted you were a Sith, but you pretended not to notice. “Where do you think I went? I didn’t die like all of the Jedi seemed to believe. I found where I actually belonged.”

“You don’t belong with the Sith, Y/N. You belong with the Jedi, with me.” He said, shaking his head in disbelief.

“No, I don’t. The Jedi killed my Master. Lord Sidious was right, you’re all evil. The Jedi have taken over, and I have to avenge him. Finish what he started.” You said, holding your lightsaber out in his direction.

“Evil? Y/N, no. The Sith are evil! Do you even hear what you’re saying? You’ve killed innocent people at Palpatine’s command! Younglings! How is that not evil?” He asked stepping closer to you, his lightsaber raised again. “How did the one I love turn out to be so cruel?”

Your breath hitched at his words. The one he loved? He didn’t love you. It was the other way around. Or at least, it was. “The one you love?” You asked, sarcastic laughter leaving your lips as tears welled in your eyes. But you refused to cry. “Don’t lie to me, Anakin! If you’re going to try and kill me, get to it. Don’t feed me lies!”

“I’m not lying! I love you, or at least, I loved the old Y/N. The one who fought for what was right, not what was wrong!” He said before swinging his lightsaber at you, you easily deflecting it with your own.

“Well it’s funny because that’s still me.” You said as you two were now dueling, swinging your lightsabers back and forth at each other at an incredible speed. “The Sith is the right path for me! The Jedi are all liars! Even you.”

“What happened to you, Y/N?” Anakin asked in disappointment, yet still focused on fighting you.

“I grew up and realized the world isn’t perfect. And you should too.” The both of you kept dueling, both becoming more focused on what you were doing. You knew Anakin was sent to kill you, but you were sensing guilt in him and you wondered why.

You were ripped from your thoughts when Anakin had managed to push you onto your back, you landing harshly on the sand with him holding both his and your own lightsaber to your neck. It all happened so fast that you barely had time to question how he managed to steal your saber. “It looks as if the all-powerful Sith wasn’t as powerful as she thought.” He said, the two lightsabers dangerously close to your neck.

“Well, what’s taking you so long? Just kill me.” You grit through your teeth, looking into the eyes of the one you still loved, deep inside.

He looked hurt, like he didn’t want to kill you. Like he was trying, but he couldn’t. “I can’t. I can’t kill you, Y/N.” He said, pulling the lightsabers away from your neck and standing up straight. “I loved you back then, and I still love you now.” You noticed tears welling in his eyes.

“Well, you’re too many years late. The Y/N you knew is gone and she isn’t coming back.” You said. 

“I know you still love me too, Y/N. You aren’t entirely like the other Sith, you’re different. You still have light in you, but the dark side is overpowering it.” He said, dropping the lightsabers and walking over to you. “I know how it feels to want more power. I’ve felt that way too. But I’ve learned not to give in to it.”

“Have you? Because all I can sense in you is built up anger and hate, but you’re not using it. You’re keeping it buried because that’s what they tell you to do. They’re holding you back, Ani.” You said, using your old nickname for him. You filled the space between the two of you and placed your hand on his cheek. “Join me. You’re so much more than what the Jedi are making you out to be. We can rule the Galaxy together, just us.” You wanted him to join you more than anything. Your feelings for him were pushing their way through the longer you looked at him. All the time you had spent burying them going to waste as they flooded back to the surface.

“I can’t…” He trailed off, looking down. He looked conflicted. You knew deep down, he wanted to. Even back when you were a Jedi, you knew he was like you. He wanted more. 

“Yes, you can. You’ll be free with me, Ani. You don’t have to worry about the Jedi Code, or your feelings. You can do what you want. We can do what we want.” You said, your voice soft as you took his hands in yours. “Just come with me.” 

He was thinking on it and you could tell. It was silent for what felt like ages and then he just nodded before looking back up to you. “I’d do anything to be with you. And if this is what it takes, I’ll do it. I love you.” He said. His eyes were sad but loving as he looked at you, and you smiled an actual genuine smile for the first time in a long time.

“I love you too.” You said, before leaning up and kissing him for the first time. You weren’t scared anymore, and neither was he. It was passionate and loving with the slightest hint of anger…it was perfect. When you pulled away, you pressed your forehead to his. “Our lives will be better now, Ani. You’ll see.”

Everything I Need

[this is my first nurseydex fic of 2017! I hope you enjoy it!][This takes place after the Bitty and I notes]

“Wow. Ok.”

“Oh, cool.”

Dex could see the weight that was lifted off Bitty’s shoulders. Everyone had their suspicions of course and turns out that they were right about Bitty and Jack dating. Dex saw how both of them relaxed and smiled because they were free, they didn’t have worry’s shadow looming over them. Not like Dex, anyway. Just seconds after telling the news they were comfortable in each other’s arms unfazed by whomever saw them inside the Haus. Dex wished he could be just as free as them.

Sure, Nursey had told him that they could take as much time as Dex needed to tell the team, that he didn’t have to worry. But lately it seemed like this “not worrying” led him to worrying even more than at the beginning and a nervousness that kept itching in his head. He was nervous not just about who saw them or the reaction they’d get once they told the team but about Nursey as well. He often wondered if he was hurting Nursey this way whenever they stepped slightly apart from each other to pretend and if Nursey was actually comfortable with this secrecy, he had told him that it was fine for him but as always Dex couldn’t help but to wonder. He just felt like he wasn’t ready, part of him liking the secret and having Nursey all to himself and the other part hating himself for thinking like this.

All of this of course fades away whenever he’s with his boyfriend, just the two of them. There was something about him that washed over all of these thoughts making him concentrate only on the present, on the dazzling eyes in front of him and on rolling his eyes whenever he said something stupid. Maybe there was something about his lips when they kissed or the way he felt his warmth in every embrace, it was everything actually and Dex was grateful for the comfort and thought to himself yes, it so worth it.

Even the slight touch of their shoulders at the moment calmed Dex down, his shoulders relaxing as they sat closer than necessary. No one seemed to notice, except for Chowder who obviously knew and was just as excited as he is right now for Bitty and Jack.

“Alright, who wants pie?” Bitty clapped his hands standing up along with the three of them and walking to the kitchen with Jack following closely behind, his hand on the small of Bitty’s back. Nursey turned to him and the look on his face was an unspoken question between the two of them.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Dex nods his head slightly brushing his hand against Nursey’s before going to the kitchen and leaning on the counter in case Bitty wanted him to help. Nursey leaned on the doorframe while Chowder sat at the table talking away with Jack and Bitty who were so comfortable and in sync next to each other it made Dex’s heart ache.

As usual Bitty’s baking playlist started and he blushed when a Beyoncé song came on.

Remember those walls I built
Well, baby, they’re tumbling down

Dex’s mind wandered to the time when he realized his feelings for Nursey, when he realized their fights were just his way of pining over him and when his chest swooned whenever he looked at nursey in the eyes instead of glaring at him like he always did. Dex knew he had found his favorite sight.

And they didn’t even put up a fight
They didn’t even make a sound

It was so easy, knowing nursey and falling for him. He met him halfway every time as if he knew what was going through Dex’s racing mind. Whenever he started over thinking while they talked and didn’t argue he seemed to know and soft gentle words slipped out of his lips making everything so simple Dex didn’t worry anymore.

found a way to let you win
But I never really had a doubt

He remembers the time when he told Nursey how he felt mostly because he couldn’t hold it in anymore. It was suffocating holding back from loving him fully, his chest felt so tight when they talked or walked closely with slight brushes of their hands. Dex wanted more he knew it was all he wanted so the words unconsciously spilled over unable to restrain himself. He put his heart on the table and Nursey gladly chose to take care of it.

Standing in the light of your halo
I got my angel now

When he saw the smile on Nursey’s face and three soft words came out in a breathless sigh he knew he’d never be happier anywhere else, his hands were brought to his lips as the words were repeated over and over again. He knew that Nursey’s heart is precious and he’d cherish it as much as he can for as long as he has the privilege to.

It’s like I’ve been awakened
Every rule I had you break it

When they first kissed it was after the third date. Dex still feels the warmth and the delicious smell of the small cafe blocks away from campus, the way Nursey’s hand felt on his, the laughs they shared and how his stomach flipped when they gazed at each other. They couldn’t help themselves walking on their way back, one moment they were smiling and the next Nursey cradled his face bringing their lips softly against each other.

It’s the risk that I’m taking
I ain’t never gonna shut you out

Dex knows this is worth it, the feeling of being wanted and loved and cherished. The feeling of loving him back quietly and slowly because he wants to enjoy it and take his time knowing what this feeling means to him and to Nursey. Nursey told him that he is his muse once, that his brain was full of him even when he can’t always put Dex into words, details of him made him write beautiful pieces like no others. No one had ever said something like that to him before.

Everywhere I’m looking now
I’m surrounded by your embrace

The love he feels for his boyfriend is smothering, takes his breath away makes him ache for more and more and more. He has never felt like this, he hasn’t felt this love and it’s something Nursey brings out in him other than the occasional fights but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Baby, I can see your halo
You know you’re my saving grace

They complete each other, ground themselves, learn how to be a better person, lover and friend. Dex learned how to relax a little bit while Nursey learned from Dex’s passion on and off the ice. Having heartfelt conversations with a beautiful boy in bed was something that never crossed his mind, dex has never felt so exposed and been so open about his feelings even if it’s only a little bit. But its not scary when it is with Nursey.

You’re everything I need and more
It’s written all over your face

He looks at Nursey now, standing there in the doorway the light shinning on his face, looking so gorgeous as the light hits him in the perfect way that makes the beautiful color of his eyes stand out even more and Dex’s chest swells. He also feels like a coward, Nursey deserves better than this, he isn’t doing a good job at taking care of his heart. Nursey deserves to be cherished, shown off and shown how beautifully special he is with no fear of who sees it because they two of them are the only ones that should. He wants to make him happy, he wants the both of them to stop hiding and have this, show their love with no shame no secrets. Dex wants to show how important Nursey is to him.

Baby, I can feel your halo
Pray it won’t fade away

Without hesitation Dex walks towards Nursey gently holding his face with his hands and gives him the softest of kisses, his love in every brush of their lips, Nursey’s smile sweet against his lips and his hands strong around his waist. It is perfect and Dex feels alive in a way he hasn’t before. Dex’s hands move to his hair kissing him deeply for a second before pulling away with no regrets whatsoever, just a smile for the beautiful idiot he fell in love with.

“Chill, babe.” Nursey smirks and Dex rolls his eyes, the smile still playing on his lips.

Dex turns around to face the rest of the kitchen who just witnessed a turning point of his relationship with his boyfriend. Nursey comes up behind him his arms protectively against his waist and Dex smiles at everyone’s shocked faces and Chowder’s smile that looks as if he’ll pass out from excitement any minute now.

“Oh, Will is my boyfriend. Has been for 6 months.” Nursey tells Jack and Bitty who smile sharing a look. They congratulate both of them, Bitty making them their favorite pies now and Dex can’t help but to smile leaning back against Nursey.

Jack is smiling at them before speaking up. “I think that was a fine wasn’t it Dex?”

Dex laughs getting his wallet out, hearing Nurseys heartfelt laugh and looking at his bright smile.

Yes it’s so worth it.

A Small Push

 Kim Taehyung, the boy who’s had a hold of your heart ever since high school. You were sure he’d never give you the time of day that is until you go to one of Jimin’s parties.

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Pairing: Taehyung | Reader

Requested by: anon

Word Count: 3,415

Kim Taehyung.

His name wrapped around you like a snake, leaving you with little to no air. He always had this affect on you ever since you two meet in high school. Hell, he most likely had this effect on every living person that came into contact with him, just one glance and your knees will become Jell-O.

Kim Taehyung.

Despite denying your feelings toward him, your heart leaped out your chest when he passed by contradicting you over and over again. You didn’t want to keep having this crush because you’d never have a chance with him. It was as if you were falling for an idol, you had a 5% chance of dating them. You tried dating other boys but the chemistry was never there and you quickly cut them off after a week, earning you the title as a heartbreaker. 

You didn’t know you were that popular with boys but every Valentine’s day there would be at least 10 proposals but never from the glowing skinned boy with the squared shaped smile. But you had chocolate to always comfort you, so maybe it wasn’t all that bad, not for the poor boys that got rejected. 

Fast forward to sophomore year in college and Kim Taehyung was fresh on your mind. You saw him around campus more than you liked and every ticking second you spent time alone he took over your thoughts. You just wanted to get rid of him because it was an unrequited love at this point. Every time you tried approaching him, you chickened out and ran the opposite direction before he could notice you. 

Why were you acting like such a little girl? You were embarrassed by your own behavior and you wish you could grow a pair and just tell him face to face about your feelings. You didn’t even care if he ends up laughing in your face or asking who the hell you were, you just need to get this off your chest, hoping that you can finally forget him.

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ayy this took forever to finish

I decided to make a video of one of my favorite pjo/hoo song comics made by the AMAZING Mansi, who is a very cool person and the art is so gorgeous!  support/check Mansi’s art, please: @cherryandsisters

I hope you don’t mind, but I took the liberty to erase the lyrics as it wasn’t turning out very nice looking with all these sparking stuff I insisted on adding…

Both book series Percy Jackson and The Olympians and Heroes of Olympus have been written by Rick Riordan;

The song is called You, made by the artist Keaton Henson!

so many overlayers holy cow i’m dead- Anyways! I hope you liked it! :D

You loved being in your school’s marching band, but sometimes you vaguely wondered if it was social suicide.

All the other students got to sit in the stands at the sports matches and talk to their friends, while you stood on the field, poised to play a song at the flick of your director’s skinny wrist.

Besides, while you were standing out on the field, all you had was a perfect view of him in the stands, giving you the opportunity to feel sorry for yourself about the fact that he probably didn’t even know your name.

Luke Hemmings would never give you the time of day—you just knew it. He was too pretty, too popular, too perfect, standing there chatting animatedly with his friends while you stood and watched from afar.

Then, one night, after a basketball game, you were having a hard time putting your instrument away, once again cursing yourself for choosing to play something so heavy when you could’ve picked flute and had a much easier job of maneuvering your instrument into these tiny lockers. Plus, you were already in a bad mood because your latest performance at next week’s soccer game had been canceled and so you had desperately wanted to go and watch the game like a normal person, but tickets were sold out and you had no one to go with.

You were so busy grumbling that you didn’t notice the blue-eyed boy from your dreams walking behind you, probably on his way to the locker rooms, and, struggling with your trombone, you accidentally lost your grip on the case and the instrument went flying back, knocking Luke right in the face.

You turned around as a little gasp left your mouth, hand half-reaching out to him in panic. “Oh my god!” you exclaimed. “I’m so sorry!”

He groaned, reaching a hand up to rub at his forehead, where a red mark was beginning to form. “S’alright.”

You shook your head, eyes widening in concern. This was not how you wanted your crush to know your name. “Are you sure? Do you need some, uh, ice or something?”

He shook his head. “Nah,” before his lips turned up in a chuckle. “Having a hard day so you decided to take it out on me, huh?” he teased.

You giggled halfheartedly, before you remembered the soccer game and sighed. “Well,” you said, and told him about how you couldn’t go. “It’s okay though,” you said, “I’ll manage—I always have.”

Luke’s eyebrows furrowed, but then he shrugged. “Alright.” He hesitated. “You sure?”

You nodded, and then, after a few more minutes of conversation, the two of you parted ways.

But, the next day, when you went to your band locker, there was an envelope sitting in it that someone had apparently slipped through the slats, sealed but unaddressed. You opened it curiously, hand reaching in to pull out a note.

To the cute girl who plays the trombone, it read, I thought you might want this.

Enclosed in the envelope was a crisp ticket to next week’s soccer game. And as if that didn’t make you happy enough, when you turned it over you found a boy’s phone number written in messy scrawl on the back.

For @cliffordchick and @starwarsmashton‘s marching band!5sos blurb night!

100 word story: Valentines Day

“Sorry we missed Valentine’s Day yesterday” Emma said as Regina pulled out her keys.

“It’s ok” Regina laughed “I hate all that contrived pseudo-romance, anyway”

“Oh” Emma said. Her heart sank as the door swung open.

Regina froze. The hall was lit with candles that made a path of light up the stairs. There was a beautiful bouquet of red roses on the table.

“Sorry” Emma said, looking at the ground, hoping her face wasn’t blazing with the embarrassment she felt.

Regina’s breath caught in her throat. She turned, lifted Emma’s chin and kissed her with urgency, delight and love.

Well here’s something kinda different x3 I drew @ml-art’s liger-bull because he’s such a damn cutie /)^3^(\ ((Pardon my language btw)) I’m planning on getting this done soon because I actually like how this is turning out! Anyway, sorry I didn’t exactly have permission to draw him, if you want me to take the post down that ok with me, it was my fault to begin with. Hope you enjoy it though!