i hope this is okay x x

anonymous asked:

WOW AM I AWKWARD!!! But could you do some HCs about Newt x reader on their honeymoon? I love love love your writing 💕

Thank you so much, anon! ❤️ Hope this is okay~


-Always the best phase of a marriage they say, but for Newt and you it was always going to be like this. You just knew.
-He’s so sweet the entire time your off on your vacation. He’s even more of a gentleman than usual, holding every single door open, carrying you over every threshold, even if it’s in public and people behind you both get antsy.
-He’s constantly kissing you, on the cheek, the lips, the forehead, and hands.
-He likes to hold your hand the entire time, bringing it up to kiss your knuckles as he smiles lovingly at you.
-You both aren’t big on extravagant things, so a simple vacation to a beautiful scenery is fine.
-He rented you both a cottage up in the beautiful green hills of a far off place for a week.
-He likes to sit outside, enjoying the breeze, while you’re lying back against his chest. And he’s resting his chin atop your head.
-“I love you, my darling.”
-And then he pulls you closer, nuzzling into your neck as he leaves sweet kisses there.
-And as all honeymoons go, he wants you so badly. Every night, because you’re his wife and he wants to show his love for you constantly.
-You both make love anytime you can, in the bed, the shower, the couch, and yes even outside on your picnic blanket.
-The love sessions are sweet and passionate, both of you whispering out love confessions, and promises.
-And he loves to bask in the after glow, just holding you next to his bare chest, lifting your hand and kissing the ring he gave you.

Originally posted by bowtrucklesandbillywigs

(I just really love this gif lol)

YOUSEF/SANA FANFICTION RECS MASTERPOST

Hello! I know you’re probably confused as to why an Evak fics recs blog is posting a Yousana masterpost right now… At first I only meant to reply to an anon’s request for a few fics, but then it kinda turned into this, so I hope y’all don’t mind. I think we all are in the need for some kind of glimmer of hope and light in the form of fluffy fics right now anyway. 

The list is divided into oneshots and chaptered fics and will be updated over time, so make sure to like/bookmark it.
My personal favorites are tagged with a “ ★ ”.
Completed chaptered fics are tagged with a “ ✓ ” 

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Ride or Die: Leonardo x Reader

WARNING: NONE

Requested by: @llturner7

I have a request and I hope it’s no bother either. Can you do one where Leo finds out his girlfriends secret Hobbie. Like maybe she does illegal street racing, cause her dad was a race car driver and it soon became something of a passion for her to follow in her dad’s footsteps. Only the race she got herself into was something that went from everything being okay to something bad went wrong. Based on the 2016 version

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anonymous asked:

For the drabble thing 14, 1 and 2. With Peter from GOTG

Characters: Reader x Peter Quill

Warnings: none I think

Prompts: 1: “The skirt is supposed to be this short.” 2: “How long have you been standing there?” 14: “Take. It. Off.”

Word Count: 311

A/N: lmaooOOOO i don’t know where I was going with this I’m kinda cringing I don’t know if it’s okay I hope you like it.

Want to request a drabble? Read this post [x]


You spun around in the mirror, looking at your reflection. You were trying on a new dress you were given as gift, but you couldn’t quite decide if you liked it. You were more of a pants kind of person after all - skirts weren’t very convenient if you needed to run around, but you decided to give it a try. 

Tilting your head, you smoothed the front of the dress out and looked up. Gasping, you noticed your boyfriend, Peter, in the reflection, leaning against the doorway.

“What the hell?” you exclaimed, whipping around. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Uh… I don’t know.” Peter shrugged, his eyes lingering at the hem of your skirt. Self consciously, you avoided eye contact. 

“The skirt is supposed to be this short.” you mumbled, and Peter looked up and his eyebrows raised. “I don’t know, it doesn’t look that great on me-”

“Shut up.” Peter chuckled, strolling towards you. “I think you look amazing in it.” 

“Really?” you smiled, looking up at him as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck as he began swaying you back and forth, smiling at you. 

“It shows off your legs.” he grinned, and you rolled your eyes. “What? I think you have nice legs. You should show then off more.” 

“Yeah, no thanks.” you scoffed, and Peter laughed. 

“You know, I think I like your legs so much, you should just take the skirt off.” he suddenly suggested, and you immediately blushed. 

“Wh-what?” you stammered, and Peter gave you a mischievous smile. 

“You heard me.” he laughed. “Take. It. Off.”

Giving him a playful shove, you pushed away from him and sprinted for the door.

“You’re going to have to catch me first!” you yelled, and Peter groaned good-naturedly as he ran after you. 

FP Jones/Andrew’s Family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 2

Originally posted by fredsythe

AN: Ahhh! So people actually like this?! This is great! Okay, well I have nothing else to say except that I hope to keep this going a little while and that you all like it. 

(Part One)

Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count: 1,926

Warnings: Well, FP is clearly older than the reader in this fic, little use of strong language

You couldn’t sleep the night after you admitted to a drunk FP Jones that you were in love with him. You were scared that he would remember what you said and reject you completely which is what you expected if you ever told him, he does have a wife after all. But you were also scared that he wouldn’t remember and you’d never get the chance to say it again. 

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Belong


Prompt 9: Eric Coulter


“You can’t hate someone who know’s where they belong.”

Notes:

Y/N- Your name

H/C- Hair color

G/N- Guy’s name

Tagging- @wynterrobin

@buried-in-books (I know you were excited for this so I hope you like it and it lives up to your standards!)

Okay, this took a 180 on me and I hope you all like it because I still have no idea where this went. 


“Erudite!” Her heart dropped, when she saw her little brother choose something other than Dauntless. They were Dauntless born, yet she knew in her heart that he had never fit in, so it didn’t come as a complete shock. She watched him walk towards where the people in Erudite sat, avoiding looking in her direction.

She swallowed hard, looking forward hearing the whispers behind her. Since she was a leader, they had known that he was her little brother who always hung around her.

“Traitor.” She heard one of the girls behind her hiss out. Y/N found herself digging her nails into her palms trying to avoid turning and decking the girl behind her.

It was rare for a child born from Dauntless to leave, but it was always a possibility. “Coward.” She heard another call out, her rage seeped through and she turned glaring at the two Dauntless born initiates.   

They froze slightly, before their faces turned blank. She memorized their faces ready to put them through hell since she was apart of their training. She turned back, waiting for the ceremony to be over.

“Y/N,” She glanced at Four, seeing his worrisome brown eyes. “It’s time to go.”

She nodded standing up, catching her brothers eyes. She placed her hand over her heart, managing a small smile. He blinked a few times, sending her the boyish grin that she loved so well. Y/N turned, following after the initiates starting into a low jog, before she started sprinting, catching up to Four and the other leaders.


Y/N found herself smirking slightly when all of the Dauntless initiates and the Dauntless born hesitated at the wall, each of them looking at Eric confused. She moved to stand next to Eric, smirking at them. “Seem’s like all of the initiates are cowards.” She held out her hand, while he angrily slapped money into her hand when an initiate from Candor stepped up. The initiate hesitated before closing his eyes, falling into the hole. She patted Eric’s shoulder before she let herself fall backward. She hit the net, bouncing up before rolling to the side, allowing Four to help her down. “Who’s the first jumper?”

“Eli,” Four gestured to the dark haired male behind her. “You leaving?” She nodded not caring to see the initiates. She wasn’t interested, and she wanted to lay down. In her heart she knew that it was going to be hard, to go back to an empty home but she needed to get used to the loneliness.


She laid back on the couch, clutching the letter in her hand. She didn’t bother getting up, when she heard the door bang against the wall.

“Y/N!” Eric’s voice boomed throughout her home. She sat up, quirking an eyebrow at him while he glared at her. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I think it’s pretty obvious.. The welcome doesn’t start for another forty-five minutes,” She laid back hiding the letter behind her back.

He moved pushing her legs down, so he could sit. She rolled her eyes, moving her legs so that they rested on top of his. “You’re brother-”

“Say some shit about him Eric, I dare you.” She hissed, moving her legs sitting up.

“Why are you so defensive for him. Faction before blood.” Eric growled out, crossing his arms. “He’s a traitor to his own faction.”

“That’s funny coming from you. Did you do the same to Erudite?” She got up, folding the letter placing it in her back pocket. The last thing she wanted to do was fight a friend but he was the known asshole who loved to kick people when they were down.

“Aren’t you angry? He deserted you, he’s a coward. Who the hell are you to bring up my old faction?” Eric stood up, towering over her his face angry.

She laughed, “I thought you of all people that you might understand, you goddamn hypocrite. You may not have been scared, but the type of person he is; is totally different from you. He may have grew up here, but he didn’t have a sense of belonging here. It takes courage…” She stopped feeling her voice crack, she held her hand up at him trying to find the courage and strength not to cry. “You can’t hate someone who knows where they belong.” She moved away from him, walking towards her room. “You can show yourself out.”


She held a grin over her face, trying to seem excited when she felt anything but. She watched the initiates marvel at everything around them. She leaned against the railing, standing next to Four. “I would give anything to leave right now.”

“Let’s go for a run then,” Four rolled his eyes down at the screaming initiates.  

“I can’t. Leadership duties.” She sighed, pushing Eric off when he stood next to her, slinging his arm over her shoulder. “Get off Eric before I push you over the railing.”

“Ouch. What are you doing up here Stiff? This is where leaders stay,” Eric glared over at Four, while she rolled her eyes pushing his arm off her again.

“First off it’s Four, not stiff. Secondly, I invited him.” She replied dryly waving at one of her friends below. “You wanna create a problem?” Four grinned, offering her a beer. She grinned back taking the beer, clinking her bottle to his. Eric glared down at her, bumping her shoulder as he walked away.

“You know you don’t have to defend me. What he said doesn’t bother me,” Four offered his cake to her. “Here, it’s too sweet.”

“It bothers me. Being Dauntless doesn’t give you a right to be an asshole.” She sighed taking his cake, relishing in the sweetness. “Are you training the initiates this year? Or are you going to take a break?”

“No, I’m still training. Are you doing Dauntless born or the transfers?” Four asked, while she met some guy’s eye below.

“I’m not sure. Depends if I want to deal with Eric,” She grinned, seeing the guy below sending her a grin. “Hey do you know who that is?”

Four glanced down at the H/C guy, Four smirked. “That’s G/N. He guards the fence.” She hummed in agreement downing the beer.

“I’m going to get a new tattoo,” She set the bottle down, ignoring Four’s grin. Screw leadership duties right now. She threw her leg over the railing, climbing down, purposefully walking past G/N, smiling slyly. She pushed past Eric and his newest conquest.


“Where’s your new tattoo,” Four teased while they surveyed the initiates work out.

She smirked, shoving him slightly. She moved forward frowning, when Eric kicked an initiate’s hand out from underneath them. “You call that a push up?”

Her heart went out to the young girl, but the physical aspect was part of Dauntless and if she couldn’t cut it then she would become Factionless. Y/N kneeled down getting in push up position, while the girl watched her. “You’re new, so we are going to do this together today. But it’s just for today.” The girl nodded getting back up, with her arms shaking badly. “Don’t focus on the burning in your arms, focus on your breathing.”

“Like that’s gonna help,” Eric called, squatting down watching Y/N move stronger than the girl.

“Tell me Eric…” Y/N smiled holding herself up with ease. “Does a good leader help build someone up, or bring them down?”


She watched Four take the initiates on a run, while she and Eric planned who would fight who. “Why are you such an ass to the initiates?”

“They need to get their shit together.” Eric placed the weakest of the bunch with the strongest.

“You’re already designing them to fail,” She commented, popping her neck. He glanced at her, while his eyes were glued to a place on her neck. “What the hell’s so interesting on my neck?”

He rolled his eyes going back to the plan out in front of them. “Who cares if they fail? Leader’s shouldn’t show weakness. It’s pathetic.”

“You wanna know what’s pathetic Eric? Building yourself up on the backs of others, that’s not a leader.” She placed her hand on his shoulder, shoving him slightly so his attention was brought back to her.

He turned so quickly grasping her neck, shoving her up against the wall. She held his gaze, unafraid of him. His fingers brushed over the mark G/N left last night. “I didn’t see you as the type to allow other men to mark you unless things were serious.”

She let out an awkward cough, still holding his gaze. “Yeah, well the heat of the moment things happen I suppose.” She fidgeted as his fingers traced over it. “Eric, what are you doing?”

“How many months has it been, since we-” Eric started while she pushed him away slightly.

“Don’t. We both agreed that whatever we did was best left in the past,” She sighed rubbing her hand over the mark. “Wait.. hold up. You think because I allowed you to mark me then things were automatically serious.”

“Well I wasn’t sleeping with anyone else when we started,” He countered, while she went back to the plan, not wanting to get any more in depth of what they had. “We left it? You made the decision to stop.” He grasped her arm, pulling her to look at him.

“Then why did you agree,” She glared up at him, hating that she had to stare up. “Why do you care Eric?”

Eric trailed his hand down her neck, back to the mark. “I’ll see you at your place tonight.” He smirked walking towards the door.

“I’m busy,” She called after him, but he didn’t acknowledge her.


She stared at him debating on whether or not to let him in, but she glanced down at the beer and chocolate cake decided to let him in. She closed her door, turning to look at the man before her. “Now what did you want?”

“You wanna know why I care?” He stretched out her couch, looking at her expectantly. “Then let’s talk.”

“You hate talking,” she pointed out, sitting beside him grabbing a beer.

“I’m trying here Y/N,” He grunted, grabbing the beer from her hands. “That’s for me not you.” She rolled her eyes grabbing another one, before signaling for him to continue. “I care because, you’re not bad company Y/N. I don’t mind after we had sex… I didn’t mind waking up with you in the morning or having you in my arms.” She bit her lip, looking down at her beer. “What mainly draws me to you is, how unafraid you are to challenge me-,”

“You can find a lot of Dauntless women like that,” She cut him off, pulling her legs up to her chest.

“But they refuse to show weakness or show their fears,” He murmured taking another bottle. “You remember the sixth night I stayed over?” She nodded glancing down at her hands.

*Flashback*

-Dream-

She was running, the men behind her yelled out in excitement when her foot caught on the loose sidewalk sending her tumbling down. She scrambled to get up but the men were already on her, she thrashed violently against their hands, but she remained pinned.

“Get off of me,” she hissed still trying to get free. She yelled out when fumbling hands groped her body. “Don’t! Stop it!” For the first time in a long time, she was afraid and useless. Her mind was begging her to scream out but her mouth was covered.

She woke up with a yell, falling off of her bed reaching under to grasp her knife. She pointed it at the shadow, she didn’t notice her trembling hands.

“Y/N, relax…” A familiar voice made her almost drop the knife. “Babe seriously? Stop pointing the goddamn knife at me.”

She blinked a few times recognizing Eric’s voice. The knife fell from her hands, while she pulled her legs into her. She hid her face, once she realized that she had a nightmare in front of Eric. “I..I”

He kicked the knife away looking down at her expectantly. He kneeled down his eyes roaming over her face. “What the hell’s your problem?”

She stood up, turning her back to him, unable to handle showing her weakness to him. “It’s nothing.” She murmured exiting the room, heading towards her small kitchen.

“It’s not nothing. You held a goddamn knife at me,” He hissed trailing after her. “What the hell happened?”

She grabbed a beer, before hailing herself up on the counter. “I had a nightmare. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Eric rolled his eyes moving towards her, pushing her legs apart to stand in between them. “What happened?”

She played with the bottle avoiding looking at him. “I wasn’t strong enough to stop then men that attacked me. Unfortunately not everyone can be you and not show your fears.”

“I guess I’m just better at it.” He grinned at her, trailing his hands on top of her thighs. “How many times do you have that dream?”

She still couldn’t make herself look into his eyes. “A few times a week.” She took a sip of her beer, sighing heavily. “It’s whatever,” She set the beer down trying to get down, but he blocked her. “Eric, I need to get started on work.”

“It’s two in the morning, we are going back to bed.” He stepped back offering his hand, while she stared at it blankly. “We can do this the hard way or the easy way, you choose.”

“Is it wrong that I’m intrigued what the hard way is,” She questioned while he rolled his eyes at her again. She set the beer to the side, smacking his hand away. She laughed when he grabbed her waist, hauling her over his shoulder. She got a full view of his back, wincing but also grinning internally at the scratch marks that she had made along his back. “Where are we going?”

“To sleep,” He swatted her behind, before he threw her on the bed. He laid down next to her, grasping her into his warm arms holding her close, while she felt oddly protected. “I got you, no one’s gonna get you. Go back to sleep.”


“What of it?” She mumbled looking away from him. He made her feel safe, and she didn’t want to admit that when he was with her after that she didn’t have any nightmares.

“You trusted me enough to show me your weakness, knowing what I do to people. If I didn’t care about you then I would’ve used it against you.” He trailed his fingers over her arm making her shiver slightly. “I miss you.”

“Are you only saying that because I slept with someone else,” She trailed her fingers along the mark on her neck.

“No, I was going to say it but you were with the Stiff,” Eric rolled his eyes, his eyes trailing over the mark again. “I hate this mark on you.” She sighed shrugging, there was nothing that she could do about it. “I want us to be an us.”

“Which means what,” She looked at him confused. “We’re friends-”

“I want you to be mine and only mine.” He moved so he was kneeling in front of her, his hands resting on her thighs. “I want to wake up with you, I want to fall asleep with you. I want you.”

She reached out touching his face. “Who knew that you could be sweet.” She smiled, running her fingers across his jaw. “I know that this was hard for you and it means the world to me.” Y/N moved towards him, putting her forehead against his. “I missed you, so I’m yours, only if your mine.”

He grinned, pulling her into his arms crashing his lips to her’s. He whispered against her lips, “Yours.”

High | Matty Healy

A/N: This is a request from Anonymous for an imagine with Matty when both of you are high. I originally had planned for this to be a lot different, but it turned out super fluffy instead. I hope that’s okay. Enjoy!

Pairing: Matty x Reader

Warnings: None


You laid next to your curly haired love out on the balcony of the hotel room you two shared. In the midst of being high, you both decided to drag the mattress from the bed out onto the balcony, along with the pillows and blankets. You loved the nights where you and Matty just got high together. They always consisted of conversations that could last all night, talking about anything and everything. You were cuddled up against Matty, enjoying the warmth that radiated off of him, a contrast from the cool night air. You sighed in content, feeling Matty’s delicate fingers tracing soft patterns on the skin of your back.

“Fuck, man”, Matty uttered abruptly, “Do you know how fucking amazing you are”? Taken aback by his sudden question, you didn’t really know how to respond. “Babe, where is this coming from?” you asked him, looking up into his deep brown eyes. “I don’t know really,” his chest vibrated as he chuckled, “I just felt the urge to remind you how amazing you are.” His hand moved to your cheek, gently caressing it while examining the features of your face. Not knowing what to say, you just went to kiss his lips. It was a long, passionate kiss. Different from how he usually kisses you. It communicated the love you shared for each other, without any words being exchanged. “You know, you’re pretty amazing too,” you chuckled. You reached up to start twisting a few of his curls around your index finger. “I love you, honestly more than life itself and I don’t tell you enough, y/n”, he confessed, while admiring the familiar beauty of your face. “I know you love me, Matty, you don’t have to tell me”, you replied honestly. The sad expression on his features made you sad. You didn’t want him to feel bad for anything. “Matty, you’re the most amazing boyfriend I could ask for. You have always been there for me, even when no one else was. Whether I wanted to talk, or just be with someone, you were there. You always make me laugh, too. God, you’re so good at that. Even when I don’t want to laugh, you still manage to do so. You’ve given me so much more than I could ask for,” you told him.

He barely cracked a smile at your words. “But I’m never around. I hate that I leave you alone so much. You don’t deserve it. I’ve grown tired of being away from you. You’re constantly on my mind. All I ever want is you. You deserve so much more than me, y/n. Seriously.” He rolled onto his back, rubbing his face with his hands, frustration and saddened laced onto his features. “Matty, stop. Don’t say that shit. You’re so fucking perfect and I love you. I’ll be honest, sometimes I do get lonely, but it never lasts because at the end of the night, you always make me feel better. You don’t even have to try. Just simply being with you makes me the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. And the fact that you’re making and playing music, doing what you love, what makes you happy, makes me happy.” You grabbed his face with your hands, turning him to face you. “I love you,” you said looking him in the eyes. You leaned in to give him a deep kiss.

“I love you, babe,” Matty muttered into the kiss. “Why do I always get so fucking mushy-gushy whenever we get high and then cuddle?” he laughed, looking up to the stars. “I’m afraid I can’t answer that question for you,” you chuckled. Nuzzling your face into his neck. “I love you, y/n.” “I love you too, Matty.”

11. Strip

Part of my 1.7K follower celebration! Requested by @deanandsamsbitch

Word count: 496

A/N: okay so I don’t do well with threesomes. I haven’t written threesomes yet and I want to but I don’t think I’m ready yet. But this one was requested with Dean and Cas. So I did as much as I felt comfortable writing. I hope this is okay! Also, there was no male x male here. This is about the most I’ll write with Dean and Cas in the same one-shot / drabble. 

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anonymous asked:

HELLO! yes! i love your blog! i was wondering if you do m/f moodboards but for like still lgbt+ people? like trans gf x idol nd stuff like that? it's okay if you don't! i hope u have a great day :'D

yes of course ❗️ we’re inclusive of everyone who is a part of LGBT+ 🌺 and i’m actually working on a few member x trans girl requests rn ❗️❗️and i hope u have a great day too bby 🌸🌺💕🌸🌺💕🌸🌺💕🌸🌺💕

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EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY [BARRY ALLEN]

request: “77 and 91 with Barry Allen?” — by @yohoyohoafandomlifeforme

a/n: this imagine is honestly like an alternate version of the mandela effect lol hope you like this because honestly i feel like this is not my best work :-( so sorry x

77. “What makes you think I’ll trust you again after this?”
91. “Promise me, you won’t tell anyone.”

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You heard everything. You didn’t meant to but you did. All your doubts and questions seemed to be answered when you discovered what Barry Allen has been hiding all this time — and if it weren’t for Edward Clariss who had said it without knowing that there was somebody else listening, you didn’t know how long Barry was going to keep on lying to your faces.

A sudden gust of wind broke you away from your deep thoughts and when you looked forward, the speedster was just taking off his mask, obviously in complete distress by the events that just happened minutes ago.

“So,” you spoke to earn his attention, “you changed the timeline, huh?”

Barry looked at you and widened his eyes slightly at the realization that you had heard his conversation with Clariss, his mouth opening to explain. “Y/N, let me —”

“Sure. You can start by making me understand why the hell did you do it?” you didn’t let him finish his sentence.

He licked his dry lips. “You need to know that I did it with the best intention. And I’ll gladly tell you why I did it if you’d just hear me out.” he sighed. “I didn’t want you to learn it like this. I swear, I was planning on telling you —”

“Why did you keep it from us in the first place?” you crossed your arms, still sat on one of the chairs facing the monitors inside the cortex.

Barry walked closer, choosing his words carefully. “You can’t just expect me to tell you guys about it without expecting a violent reaction. Please, Y/N, please see where I’m coming from.”

You frowned. “I just … I just wouldn’t think you would actually do it. I expected that you would somehow but knowing that you really did it to save your mom, it disappoints me.”

“How did you know I did it to save my mom?” he was mystified.

“Is there any other reason for you to change the timeline?”

“No.” Barry scratched the back of his neck. “I guess not.”

There was an awkward silence after that, both of you not knowing what to say to the other. You had your eyes on him while he tried avoiding your gaze, but as you finally decide to stand up and just leave him, not really in the mood to question him further more about his actions alone, he brought himself to lock his eyes with yours.

Barry suddenly sped in front of you, holding onto your hands. “We’re — are we — where does this leave us?” he asked.

You gently let go of him. “Honestly, Bare, what makes you think I’ll trust you again after this?

He pursed his lips together in understanding.

He didn’t want to lose you for something that he did foolishly. For the past years, he has been trying to gain the courage to ask you to be his and now that he has finally succeeded, he couldn’t believe he was losing you already. But Barry knew it was his fault, and he also knew that he’ll do everything he can to win you back once everything falls into place again.

“Okay.” he sighed, stepping back to let you walk pass him. “Just promise me, you won’t tell anyone about this. At least not yet.”

You nodded. “For the meantime I won’t, but you have to decide when is the right time telling them or else things are just going to get worse.”

Barry was avoiding your eyes yet again. “I know. Thank you.”

You sighed and reached out to squeeze his hand ever so softly. “Hey, everything will be alright. Just have faith that it will.”

It was his turn to nod, making you drop your hold on him. You sent him a small smile before walking out of the cortex, your chest heavy and your mind still clouded.

Link and his cute Zora bf!

( i will make this into charms soon i think, if enough people are interested! ^ v ^ )

I had the sudden urge to draw them in Elie Saab dresses (x) (x) and I JUST—-

why do they look so good they’re illegal

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#that little smirk tho #so smitten

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