i love his face expression at the end

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Click on this please, it looks so much better. I can’t get the blurriness to go away except to click on it and I’m getting a migraine trying to figure it out. T_T. I originally had it all on one page like a comic, but it looked terrible when I posted it and I had to crop it so sorry if there’s weirdness going on.

I’d love to hear what you all think, if I should do more stuff like this or if you have any requests of stuff you’d like to see. I’m getting way more comfortable with drawing the characters and coloring. I know I still need a lot of work, but I’m trying and I need the practice.

Per this request - oooh ooh how about stiles finding put about derek eating his dad’s cake - with like a stern expression on his face and hands on his hips, derek holding the cake with a guilty face and slight nervousness over what stiles will do (happy ending if possible).

The after math of this picture here.

Sweater Weather

Jughead x Reader

Wordcount: 2.2k

Request: Can you do an imagine where Jughead breaks up with the reader and she doesn’t go  to school for a couple of days and when she returns she’s a mess wearing joggers and something of Jugheads.

Warnings: none/fluff/possible swearing

Summary: Based on the Neighbourhood Sweater Weather, Jughead breaks the readers heart, she’s a mess and when he sees what he’s done he realises it was a mistake.

Originally posted by juptern

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Klance head canons

• lance has glasses but he doesn’t like to wear them, so he uses contacts
• one day he loses his contacts and has to wear his glasses
• when he shows up to breakfast that morning Keith is SHOOK™
• he just can’t get over how hot lance looks
- “I just, I can’t believe you have glasses” “yes Keith I know, can you just -” “BUT your glasses” *sigh*
• lance loves the attention tbh
• the tables turn when Keith’s hair becomes to long
• instead of cutting it Keith decides to put it in a ponytail
• the first time lance sees Keith do this he dies
• lance = DEAD™
• he can’t even train right because he’s to distracted by Keith’s hair
• one time Keith is trying to tie his hair but he just can’t get it
• lance offers to do it because, “I did it for my sisters and they loved the way I did it”
• honestly it’s just an excuse to touch Keith’s hair
• when lance goes to tie it up he spends at least five minutes running his hands through it.
- “can you just put it up”? “Shut up mullet, I’m brushing out the knots”
• there are no knots, Keith’s hair is smooth and soft AF
• as time goes on, Keith and lance get closer
• they end up in the training room a lot sparring
• they say it’s because everyone else is busy but really they just want to spend time together; neither of them can ask the other to hang out normally
• most trading sessions end up with one of them on the floor, and the other on top holding them down.
• they just stay there looking into each others eyes until they snap out of it and blush
• one time though lance tackles Keith to the floor
• lance has him pinned down, hands above his head and his hips straddled
• Keith is dazed AF
• before he can focus on what’s happening there’s a hand up his shirt, a thumb rubbing against his hip
• and then all he can sense is lances lips on his
• soft and perfect
• lance lets go of Keith’s hands to hold the side of his face
• with is arms free Keith wraps them around lances neck, trying to bring them closer together.
• after what felt like hours of making out they pull apart
• both are breathing heavy, foreheads touching as they look into each others eyes
• lance laughs first
• Keith is annoyed, he doesn’t know what lance is laughing at
• Keith looks slightly confused but that ends fast as lances endearing expression makes him grin
• Keith peppers lances face in quick pecks as he laughs
• “God I love you” is what lance tells Keith as he kisses him again in the lips
• “I love the way you smile” lance whispers kissing Keith, “I love the way you laugh” another kiss, “I love the way look with your hair tied up” a kiss again, “I love the way love me” says Keith" kissing lance full on the lips.

Sorry this turned into a small fic… actually I’m not sorry. I may write this as a full fan fiction though if enough people like it….
idk yet. Tell me if I should and I’ll do it.

Good Morning | A Tom Holland Imagine

Tom Holland x Reader
Words: 2,297
TV: PG-14

The sun slowly rises over the edge of the painted windowsill. His mother thought that the color was far too white when they purchased the house, so now a creamy off-white covers the old wood. It smells a little like rain inside his old room as a breeze flows through the crack in the window. The blankets shift around you, but you’re still sound asleep. It would be easy to let yourself stay away in your dreams, but as a gentle hand rested on your shoulder and rubbed a soft thumb up and down over your skin, you knew that he back of your eyelids were nothing compared to the dream laying right in front of you.

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As you opened your eyes you saw Tom. His eyes were barely open, his hair a mess of waves and curls all over his head. Lips pulled upwards into a sort of groggy grin. His skin warmed you underneath the comforter. His parents kept the house so cold, but you didn’t really notice when Tom had his arms wrapped around you all through the night, even when you tossed and turned. He moved a little closer to you so that your noses were almost touching, the details of his face starting to blur with the short distance between the two of you. He moved his hand from the top of your shoulder to cup your blushing cheek. Tom leaned in and gave you a soft good morning peck on the lips. You hummed against his and that make him let out a little laugh.

“Hello Tom,” you gave him a slight eskimo kiss. He closed his eyes a little bit as you did that, and then smiled a little more once you pulled away and bit your bottom lip. 

The room was doused in a honey glow, and so were the tops of his cheeks, but in a different sense. All thing lay still as the two of you gathered energy form one another to seek something outside of the bed. His old belongings still sat on the shelves. Pictures of him throughout his 10 year career. In a tutu, in mud, in a mustache you so enjoyed on him. The only thing that was different was the bedding. These had to be new sheets and new blankets because they were more comfortable than any hotel bedroom the two of you had ever shared. You moved in closer so that his chin was at your forehead and your nose was laying hot air against his bare chest. He hadn’t worn a shirt, but he did wear black sleep pants to bed. They were very soft as well.

“How did you sleep?” He nearly whispered the words, let them be the very first caring and loving words he’d say to you today. He rubbed your skin with a feather of a touch, and it very nearly tickled.

“Fine…” You said groggily in a light tone as you rubbed the crust of your dream from your eyes. A remnant of what you had forgotten the moment you opened your eyes and saw Tom laying right before you.

“What shall we do today? The sun is actually shining for once.” His voice was low and smooth. It was obvious he had been awake a little longer than you, watching peace kiss over every feature of yours until his hand disturbed your sleep. He kissed your forehead and brought you into his arm. You sighed happily.

“I think we should go for a walk. You can tell me all about your life growing up here. Where you went to school, where you met Harrison, where you had your first kiss…” He loved the way your voice fell upon his chest. The vibrations woke his heart and played a song on his rib cage that the blood pumping through him would tune their beat to. His eyes closed fully, and as you spoke he almost fell back asleep. Having you in his arms, at home, with your bodies so wonderfully entwined, made him think about how lucky he was. “Tom?”

“Yes- (y/n). I am awake, love.” When he was sleepy or groggy, the pet names became more common. He let out a heavy breath that fell onto the top of your head, his chest pushing out onto yours made you feel like you were truly engaged in the cycle of him. “I think a walk would be lovely.”

“You know what else would be lovely?” You tilted your head up and pulled yourself just a little bit out of his grasp so you could really look at him. His jaw was sharp, bold. His eyes a a little more open now than previously. You noted a few hints of a real mustache growing on his upper lip. You freed your hand and ran a finger over it. He shook his head a little bit and smiled. “If you kissed me.”

Tom leaned in to give you a kiss on the mouth, but you placed that roaming finger over his lips to stop him.

“What is it now? You said a kiss, dahling.” His tone sounded a little offended, his eyes showing that and then something else- intrigue.

“You are correct, but I didn’t say where, Holland.” You pulled your finger away from his lips and set the tip on your forehead. “Here.”

So he kissed you on your forehead, slowly, lightly. Like he was trying to leave a love spot, but it was unsuccessful and you were glad. How would you explain it to his parents.

“Is that all, love?” He asked, but he already knew the answer. You shook your head innocently and smiled. “Where else?”

“Here, please.” You pointed to your nose, which he obliged with an peck right on the tip, followed by a long muah sound.

“That was very polite.” He said.

“I always mind my manners, Tom…” You said, shifting your arm to be a little lower and closer to your body. You set your fingertip on your lips. “Now he-”

But he had kissed the word away from your lips, stolen like the hours of the night you two had shared. Your face softened into one close to the peaceful expression you assumed when your mind was off in dreamland. You had always loved dreaming, loved going away to your own little world filled with nothing but happy endings, but this was so much better. 

His lips were slick and tender. You let your hair tangle behind you on the pillow as he moved to be laying on top of you so that he could fill your soul with his love for you. His tongue graced over the end of your lips just enough for you to take the hint and let him ghost over your tongue. It made you lean up toward him, your hands finding his hair to delve your fingers into the curls and pull just slightly on the roots as his hips pushed down onto yours. He had incited a moan that really helped to wake you up. You brought your legs to wrap around his torso, which made him push down harder against you. You turned your head to get some air, and he grunted just a little as you pulled his head down onto your neck.

“Here,” you moaned just a little as you spoke, and he smiled against your skin. 

Right as his momentum started to rise, there were three light knocks on the bedroom door. Tom’s eyes shot open as he adjusted to look at you. The blush across your skin was running at a thousand degrees, and his pants would need to be more than adjusted before he stood up to answer the door. He simply moved to sit up next to you, you did the same.

“Who is it?” He asked in an inconspicuous tone, but as his Dad, Dominic, popped open the door, his eyes scanned the room like a robot searching for life. Tom’s blue staffy, Tessa, scooted from between the space of the door and his father’s legs to jump onto the bed and between Tom and you. Tom played it cool by giving his father a small wave, but it was obvious Dominic knew what was going on in that bedroom. “Hi Dad.”

“I just wanted to let you know that Sam and Harry took Tessa for a long walk, but it seemed she hasn’t quite calmed down yet. You mother cooked breakfast about 45 minutes ago, and Paddy is at a play-date today. I thought you two love birds might like to know what the rest of the world was up to today.”

“Thank you, Mr. Holland.” You said in a friendly and almost chipper tone. His energy brought an air of ease into the room when you and Tom had filled it with tension. Dominic shook his head and waved a hand at you. 

“No Mr. Holland business. Call me Dom, or Dad. We’ve talked about this, (y/n).” He was so happy that you had come to visit them with Tom, and if Tom had flown you all the way out to Kingston upon the Thames, it meant he was very serious about a long-term relationship with you. 

“Okay, Dom. Thank you.” You smiled and waved goodbye as he exited the bedroom, closing the door behind him. “I can’t believe he closed the door after himself.”

Tom was petting Tessa at the time, eyes focused on her little bent ears. He grinned the entire time he looked at her. He let little kisses to the top of her smooth head and booped his nose against her wet one. When he looked up to you he felt sheepish. “I’m sorry, love. I wasn’t listening to you.”

“I can’t really blame you with this beauty in the room.” When you set your hand on Tessa, she turned her entire body really quickly to lick your face clean. You laughed and gently urged her away. “Okay! Okay! I love you too, Tessa.”

Tessa wagged her very large tail so happily against the blanket that it left a divot. You slid form under the covers and stood from the bed. You had worn a nightgown that was modest enough for bathroom breaks in the middle of the night, but silky a sheen enough for Tom to not have found it very easy to keep from smoothing his fingers across you all night as he slept. When you stretched a little bit of the bottom of your butt peaked from beneath your gown. Tom whistled and when you threw his black shirt from off of the ground at him, a wide and cheeky smile appeared from beneath it.

“You look lovely. The morning light caught in the light strands of your hair. The bags beneath your eyes seemingly rested…” He was partially complimenting you, while also being very much himself in talking about your eye bags.

“They’re pretty bad, huh?” You asked as you searched your suit case for some clothes to change into after you took a shower. When you turned to face Tom he had put on the shirt, cuddled up to Tessa, and was nodding his head at your rhetorical question. “You look handsome.”

“This mop? Not likely…” He sad pointing a finger form his free hand to the top of his head. You walked over a ruffled a hand over it. “Hey!”

“I like that mop of yours. I absolutely adore your curls.” You said pressing a kiss onto his forehead. When you turned away he took your hand and pulled you back down to him. 

“I absolutely adore you.” He caressed your cheek as he pulled you across his lap. Tessa moved over to your side of his bed easily, preoccupied with a toy she’d found somewhere in the room at some point. “I think I Iove you?”

“I’d hope so, or else this is one elaborate booty call.” You were teasing, and kind of thought he was too with the way he set his emotions out for you. The look in his eyes was tender though, passionate. Loving, if you wanted to put an exact name on it. “Oh.”

“I am very much serious right now.” He didn’t look away fro your eyes, didn’t let his hands leave your skin even for a second. Tom set his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. “I love you, (y/n). With all of my Englishman heart.”

“I love you,” you said without hesitation. He leaned away from you and started to smile, but you were already beaming. “Tom Holland, I love you!”

This time, you kissed him, and it was full of sunshine and daisies and every happy second the two of you had ever spent together. It was full of text messages, and emojis, and FaceTimes, and yesterdays, and tomorrows. It was full of an I do now and forever more. You thought about how this was the way you would kiss him on your wedding day and that made you push him back onto the mound of pillows at the head of his bed to speckle his face with kisses. When you pulled away it almost looked like tiny hearts were floating around his head. You smiled.

“I think that if you kiss me again, we’ll never get out of this bedroom.” Tom said, brushing some hair behind your ear so that he could see your face fully before cupping a cheek in his hand. You kissed his palm, sighed onto his love line.

“Would that be so bad?” You asked in a sultry, and honestly curious tone. He shook his head while he grinned, laying a perfect kiss to the tip of your nose.

“No, I suppose it wouldn’t be.”

*What’s Her Username?* Peter Parker x Reader

[REQUESTED BY ANON]

Summary: The Avengers have heard a lot about Peter’s girlfriend, Y/n. They want to meet the girl that Peter is crazy for, but first they must stalk her social media.

Word Count: 1084

Notes: This is probably very poorly written and I’m sososo sorry about that but tysm for requesting such a cute fic!

Status: Unedited.

Tags: @f-b-a-w-t-f-t and @momosakaki-san because they write some of the best peter fics that i have ever read!

Originally posted by randombitsoffandom

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Come Back to Me (Part Nine)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes
Genre: Angsty-ish, Fluffy-ish
Warnings: Swearing

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Ten

Originally posted by buckybarnres

Peter had been ignoring you. You didn’t know what you did, or what reason he had, but he wouldn’t speak to you. He wouldn’t even look at you. It had been almost a week without your best friend by your side, and honestly? You hadn’t ever been so lonely.

You tried to speak to him multiple times throughout each day—in the hallways, in class, at lunch, but he would only look down at his feet and pretend you weren’t there. A sharp pain would resonate in your chest each time, missing your best friend.

And it was a bit of a hysterical situation to you, because you had just been thinking of telling him how you really felt about him. But maybe Ned was wrong, considering this was the treatment you were getting for no reason. Maybe Peter never liked you.

And that other world would never truly be this one.

But being fed up, and wanting to deny the thoughts in your head, you stormed your way to his apartment at a time you knew he would be home. You kept your eye out more carefully this time, nerves on edge this past week that you didn’t have Peter on the phone to calm you down. You rushed up all the stairs in his apartment building, majorly out of breath as you knocked harshly on his door.

“Coming!” You heard May yell, and you attempted to gain your breath back before she answered. The door swung open and you were greeted with the sight of Peter’s aunt wearing an apron with bits of flour sprinted on it. “Hey, (Y/N)!”

“Hi, May,” you smiled back, and you felt bad when you saw her outfit. “Oh, sorry, am I interrupting you?”

“No, not at all!” She exclaimed and opened the door wider for you to come in. 

“Is Peter here?” You asked as you walked through the door, and you found yourself looking around at the apartment for him.

“No, he isn’t,” May said slowly, and you knew she noticed your shoulders sag as soon as she spoke. “Is everything alright between you two?” She asked as she closed the door behind her, and she motioned for you to sit at the kitchen table with her.

You sighed as the both of you sat down across from each other, your shoulders slouching even more. “I don’t even know.”

She waited patiently for you to finish. “He just- he won’t talk to me. And I don’t know what I did. He pretends like I don’t even exist. I just- I need to know.”

You looked down at the kitchen table, fiddling with your fingers. You knew it was odd to be saying this to Peter’s aunt, of all people, but you had always been close with May. 

After a few moments of silence, you looked up from the table to see May staring at you inquisitively. “You like him, don’t you?” She finally said, and your eyes fell back to the table.

You let out a self-deprecating laugh, not even bothering to deny it anymore. “Is it that obvious?” You asked. You could feel your cheeks growing redder.

“Not to him, I’m sure,” she laughed lightly, and you could feel her eyes still on you. “My nephew is an oblivious one when it comes to that stuff.”

You gave a small laugh in response, but said no words other than, “Do you know why he’s ignoring me?”

You looked up to see her shake her head, and you frowned. “No, I don’t. But I’m sure it has something to do with his feelings for you.”

You immediately perked up at her words, shoulders now stood stiffly straight. “Feelings for me?”

“Come on, honey. You’re telling me you haven’t noticed the way Peter looks at you?” May said, and you stared at her blankly in response.

It couldn’t be. 

“He’s completely smitten for you. And you should tell him you feel the same.”

“But he’s ignoring m-”

“Probably because he thinks you don’t like him back!” You could see her getting excited, and you felt the feeling stir up inside of you as well. “Tell him, (Y/N),” she said, resting her hand over yours. “It’ll be worth the risk.”

You nodded, a small smile forming on your face. “Thank you, May.”


You decided to wait until the next day at school to talk to him. You were determined to tell him, to track him down and make him talk to you. To make him look at you.

You had to wait until the lunch bell rang to go search for him since the two of you didn’t share any classes together in the morning, and when it rang, you sprinted out of the classroom and towards the gym where you knew Peter had class.

Before you arrived there, practically running through the halls with hundreds of other kids in the hallway with you, another bell rang. You almost didn’t flinch, and neither did anyone else, thinking it was the second lunch bell.

But then it became louder and harsher, and you realized it wasn’t a bell—it was an alarm. 

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, you thought.

You crashed through the gym doors, seeing nothing but an empty gym. You needed to hurry. You needed to find him. The halls were now chaos, everyone panicking as the realization an alarm was going off set in. 

“This is a lockdown. I repeat, this is a lockdown. Everyone please make their way to the nearest classroom immediately. We are not in immediate threat, but there is an Avengers crisis just miles from our school. I repeat, this is a lockdown.”

Everyone continued to panic, scrambling for the classroom doors. 

You, on the other hand, frantically looked around for Peter. He had to be around here somewhere. You tried to think. If it was an Avengers matter, then he would most definitely be called by Mr. Stark to help. All you had to hear was the signal he had showed you whenever he would need him. You listened and listened, but nothing could be heard over the blaring alarm and the screams of worried teenagers.

The hallways were quickly clearing as students ran into classrooms, but they still seemed crowded. It was now that you felt the panic set in yourself. You needed to tell him. You needed to find him. If he was about to go risk his life for something big enough that the Avengers needed him, then you needed to find him.

You would’t let him risk his life after not speaking to him for a week, without you even knowing why.

You looked around frantically, ignoring the shoves and yells of everyone at you being in their way. You looked in every direction, strained to hear the signal his watch would give off. And then you saw him.

He was running toward the back doors of the school, his backpack hanging loosely off his shoulder and his sweatshirt already beginning to be yanked off. You didn’t hesitate before racing after him.

You thought you could hear a few teachers screaming at the two of you to turn around, but you didn’t listen. And, of course, neither did Peter. He crashed through the doors, and you were a few seconds behind him. He made his way to the back alley behind the school. You followed him there, too. 

He finally stopped, dropping his backpack to the ground and pulling his sweatshirt over his head. His shoes somehow made their way off of his feet, and his pants were pulled down. You didn’t look away, not caring.

“Peter!” You yelled, finally stopping and trying to catch your breath. “What do you think you’re doing?”

He didn’t answer, now shoving his legs into his Spiderman suit that he grabbed from his backpack. It was now up to his chest when you yelled again, walking closer to him.

“What do you think you’re do-”

“Go away, (Y/N)! Go find Ned to protect you instead,” he yelled in return, the whole suit now on except for his mask. You thought you saw a hint of jealousy on his face before the mask covered it. 

“What are you talking about?” You asked, confused. You saw him begin to turn around, but you yelled to stop him. “Don’t you dare go anywhere!”

“I need to go help-”

“You need to explain yourself first!” You screamed louder than you ever have, angry that he was brushing you off so blatantly. “What are you talking about? What about Ned?”

“You obviously like him, (Y/N)!” Peter was screaming now, too, and although you couldn’t see through his mask, you were sure his expression was angry.

“What?!”

“I saw you guys walk out of that supply closet together! Go ahead, go date him for all I care! I’ll stay out of your way,” he went to turn around again, but you leapt forward and grabbed his shoulder. You turned him around, staring at him.

“I don’t like Ned, you dumbass!” You yelled, throwing your arms out in exasperation. 

“Yeah, okay, sure-”

“Stop!” You pointed at his face. “Take that mask off.”

“No, I’m leaving,” you yanked him forward when he went to turn another time. The two of you seemed to be getting closer and closer to each other. 

“Take. Off. The mask.”

You let go of his arm so he could slip it from his face. His eyebrows were furrowed, and it was no surprise to see. You saw a small yellowing bruise on his jawline, and you grew angrier, knowing he could have come to you with his injuries if he weren’t being so petty.

“Why have you been ignoring me?” You asked, and in seconds a loud explosion sounded from far away. You could see that Peter itched to swing away, to swing closer towards where the damage was happening. But you wouldn’t let him.

“Just answer the question, Peter!”

“Because I love you!” He shouted, silencing you and your yells. The stunned expression on his face told you that he wasn’t planning on speaking those words aloud. 

And you weren’t expecting him to either. All argumentative words you were about to say left your mind, and the only thing that had been stuck there for what felt like forever could finally be released. 

“I love you, Peter,” you said it softly, but the meaning was the loudest it could have ever been.

His eyebrows were still furrowed, but you saw a smile twitch at the end of his lips. “You? You love me?”

The disbelief in his voice made a smile bloom on your face, and a small laugh left your mouth. “Yes, Peter. I love you. Not Ned, not anyone else. I love you.”

It was his turn to laugh, his eyebrows now high on his forehead as he suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and spinning you around. He laughed in your ear, and it was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. Well, second to the sound of him then murmuring ‘I love you’, quietly for only you to hear.

The two of you kept your arms wrapped tightly around each other as he set you down lightly, and you pulled back enough to be able to see the happiness in his eyes. You were sure he could see it in yours, too.

“I’ve got to go,” he whispered, and you nodded. 

“Okay,” you whispered in return, but didn’t unwrap your arms from around his neck. He didn’t let go either. 

“I really have to go,” he said, a small ounce of desperation in his voice. He didn’t want to let go, you knew that. You kept your arms around his neck but took a step back, now only holding them there loosely. He did the same.

“Okay,” you whispered, now scared to let go of him completely in fear something bad would happen to him. “Okay,” you whispered again. You wouldn’t let go. You didn’t think you could.

“I’ll be fine, (Y/N),” he said, giving you a small smile. But you could see the anxiety in his eyes, and you could feel the way his hands fidgeted around your waist.

“Yeah, you will,” you said, giving him a smile as well. “Just,” you were back to whispering now, and although you had taken a step back from him, you leaned your forehead against his. You saw him close his eyes just as you did. “Come back to me.”

He let out a shaky breath of air. “I will,” he said, and he leaned back again. “I promise.” 

This time he completely let go of you as he opened his eyes, and you let go as you opened yours. He rested his hands on your face lightly, barely there, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

It was your turn to let out a shaky breath. 

He took another step back, knowing the both of you would be tempted to reach out to each other again. He slipped his mask back over his face, and he aimed his arm upwards after doing so, shooting a web to the top of the school. 

“I love you,” he said, although it was muffled through the mask. And then he shot upwards, and out of your vision.

“I love you,” you said in return, sniffling, but it was lost to the wind.

You stayed outside in the alleyway until you knew the lockdown would be over. You wanted to be outside to see if any of the damage from the city spread towards the school.

You waited for Peter there. He promised he would be back. You waited.

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So what do you guys think….. I really like this one…. Let me know exactly what you feel about this because I’m ready to hear it. One part left!!! Requests are open :)

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Mark Tuan as Boyfriend

        


       Overall:

  • staying quiet and just trying to make eye contact with you when he wants attention
  • will do and say stuff just to see your reaction
  • staring in your eyes often, because he’s really grateful to have you
  • randomly telling English phrases to you
  • tenderly massaging your back and wrists when he thinks something is wrong
  • cupping your face regularly
  • the silence with him is not awkward especially when you are shy too
  • Mark is getting jealous pretty easily because he thinks that he’s not good enough for you
  • he will teach you new stuff without making you feel uncomfortable because of your ignorance
  • while listening to music together he’ll make fun of the rap parts of the songs imitating them to make you laugh
  • calling you with so many cute nicknames

        Dates with Mark:

  • not the type of dates including eating a meal; I just can’t imagine him in a restaurant
  • he’ll be more up to playing basketball or skateboarding with you
  • maybe he’ll take you to an amusement park, will buy cotton candy and will feed you with it
  • dates with him are somehow almost always ending up with rain at random; he’ll keep you dry under his jacket and will kiss your lips; raindrops falling from his hair on your face while he pulls you closer to his body
  • going to the cinema to watch action movies or thrillers; he loves to look at your facial expressions during the most intense scenes

        Sex with Mark:

  • Mark’s favorite place to leave kisses on is your belly
  • doing everything like in slow motion, because he wants to feel and explore every inch of your body in detail
  • he’s going crazy when you kiss his neck
  • much lip biting
  • Mark loves to examine new intimate experiences; his favorite is placing a blindfold over your eyes to make you melt under his touch
  • his moans are manly and even sexier when he tries to hold them

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❝ No one can touch you. ❞

Plot: When you was kidnapped but your boyfriend Yoongi is one of the most influent boss in Seoul.

Pairing: YoongixReader

Words count: 1,9k

Warning: Slightly mention of blood; 

For @esu333; i hope you like it! M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! 

The italics part is a flashback! 

The soft light was the only thing you could see. Choking, you had something down in your mouth, you tried to move but your attempts were completely useless. Between the folds of the hood you wore, you perceived blurred voices. Something, in your mind, continued to echo because they were particularly familiar.  

Taking stock of the situation, you realized you were sitting. At least you weren’t dead, you thought in relief.  

“Don’t try… There is no use Y/N ” Someone muttered into your ear; “I’m sorry… I asked them not to hurt you. ” He added with a low tone.  

“KyunSoo?” You murmured, your voice emotionless.  

“Really Y/N.. I would have preferred not to resort to this. ”  

Your mind started racing, hectic and fast. If KyunSoo was in front of you, the reason could be just one. He had a score to settle with Yoongi.  

Sighing, you start fidgeting in your chair but a hand gave a hard shoot on your head, provoking you a groan of pain.  

“Stop Y/N.. don’t make things difficult. ” He warned you, but you did not have the slightest intention to listen to him.  

No one could give orders to you.  

The sounds around you were flushed and these makes you realize that you are locked into some soundproofed room. No one wanted to make you hear what was happening outside or to allow others to hear you.  

Cursing softly you started rubbing your hands together, in a desperate attempt to pull them from the interweaving of ropes that held them tight.  

“When they tie your hands with a triple knot, you can’t do anything but just broken two fingers of your hand and your wrist to set you free.”  

Yoongi’s voice, in the days when he was explaining and repeating concepts familiar to him, it was not to any help at that time. Holding back the tears you tried once again to remove one of the two hands, but a violent blow against your chest stopped you instantly.  

“This bitch,” someone unknown said vehemently; “Why don’t you just kill her??” The person added lost patience.  

You did not recognize him, but you know he has no power over KyunSoo. He is the boss, he has always been. In your mind began to appear the memories of your days in College, you would never have thought he would become one of the most influential gangsters in the city.  

He was sweet, friendly and charismatic. Now he was just known for the highest amount of deaths associated with his name.  

“Did you have managed to reach him?” Kyunsoo asked, bored voice, and your heart will lose some beat.  

You did not want Yoongi to be involved, you would rather die than put him in danger.  

“Kyunsoo… What do you want from Yoongi? ” You asked, holding the hot tears that itched your eyes; “I can give you what you want. I have my money, I swear. ”  

A broke sigh between you lips caused you a chill down your spine; because you know that nothing would have distracted him from his goal.  

“What is mine, Y/n. I swear you won’t be hurt if he cooperates.”  

“And if he won’t cooperate…?” You asked with another tremble into your voice, reprising the attempt to free your hands from the grip.  

“You are going to die.”  

Not that you were surprised by his words, you were well aware of how that world worked. And yet you did not care to die if the man you loved was safe.


His hands started to rush on your neck, laying on your hips while forcefully you were attracted, making crush your bodies. It was the first time that you let him bring so much to you. Always too far away but connected in ways you couldn’t explain.  

“Do you know that if you stay with me, you could often risk your life?”  

“I don’t care, Yoongi” You muttered onto his lips, without taking your eyes off his.  

His eyes didn’t leave a moment, glided lenses on each stroke of your face, provoking you the most intense sensations ever.  

“I promise you one thing, Y/N”. He added with a serious tone, cupping your face in his hands by tapering and delicate fingers.  

A strange trait for the most feared of all boss in Seoul, but you had always loved his hands.  

“What?” You raised an eyebrow in a curious expression. 

“I would never let someone lay a finger on you. And if it, for a mere twist of fate, happen… They’ll no longer have their hands or their lives to do it again. ”  


That particular moment in your relationship made space in your mind and a quite feeling invaded you. He would protect you, you could even hear that the situation would end soon.  

So you renounced completely to free yourself from the ropes, your body is relaxed and even your heart slowed his beats. You felt completely different and it was the thought of Yoongi to help you; knowing he would save you.  

“Y/N, are you okay?” The voice of Kyunsoo brought you back to reality and you shake your head, just too tired of that hood on your face.  

The man in front of you understood the situation and decided that maybe wouldn’t have been a danger discovering your face. You were well aware of why you were there, seeing them in the face wouldn’t have changed anything.  

The newfound “freedom” allowed you to understand, finally, where you were. There were not a lot of clues, the bare walls and just a desk where Kyunsoo was sitting, checking documents that you couldn’t see from where you are.  

“Kyunsoo?”  

“Huh?”  

“He will hurt you. ” You were warning him, even if he did not deserve this at all.  

His laughter filled the air immediately, while your eyes rested on him and you observed with disgust.  

“I’m not afraid Y/N; not of him. ” He reassured, a frown amused onto his face.  

“You should.” You added, still teasing him in pride.  

One thing that you had understood of those men was just that; they were incredibly sensitive and proud. Hurting them at that point and they could become incredibly weak or ruthless killers.  

“For now, your dearly beloved did not give signs of life.”  

“He will.”  

                                           ___

The posture in which you were started to hurt a few hours earlier, but you did not stoop to complaining. Your mouth was closed for that entire time, while your legs became weaker and weaker and the pain in your wrists grew.  

Suddenly a dull thud made you to lift your face, turning towards the thick door that divided you from the rest of the world.  

No shot, no amount of screaming. There were total silence and disappointment surrounded you because if it had been Yoongi the screaming would not be missed.  

“Didn’t they tell you how to treat a woman? A woman that didn’t belong to you.” An icy voice, steeped in anger, rang out in the speakers making you lose a couple of heartbeats.  

He was there, he had not broken his promise.  

Kyunsoo began to look around, visibly frightened, by pulling the gun out of the holster inside his jacket. You smiled and began to experience a feeling different. For the first time, despite you always kept hidden your fear in front of Yoongi, you are not scared by the “work” of your man. For the first time, you are relieved, because otherwise, he would never be able to save you.  

The door, only wall between you and freedom, collapsed after a few moments, perhaps thanks to a minimum dose of an explosive charge. The smoke filled the room, provoking you a slight coughing while your eyesight was completely blurred.  

“Kyunsoo, I thought you were smarter than that.”  

“Yoongi… One more step and I’ll kill her. ”  

The barrel of the gun is pointed at your temple and you froze immediately, while the smoke was starting to branch.  

“Yoongi …” Your whisper reached the man, standing at the door with the gun lowered against his side.  

His gaze was completely emotionless on the outside. You were the only one who could see the anger that burst in his eyes and a shiver down your spine shook and assured you at the same time.  

“Touch her again and I swear, Kyunsoo–” He began to mean with icy tone; “in less than three minutes you’ll be dead.”  

“I die, she dies. You know I’m a trigger happy, don’t force me to hurt her. ”  

“You have exactly ten seconds to let her go.”  

He was calm, so calm that managed to soothe you. His voice had the power to be a soothing for you and this time was no different.  

“One.” His cold tone had become lethal.  

“Give me what is mine Yoongi.”  

“Two.”  

“Yoongi.. Could you just go straight to three instead of waiting up to ten? ” You asked, completely drained of all energy.  

You did not want to die, but if it had to happen you would have preferred a quick thing.  

“Whatever.” He Murmured, this time a hint of amusement in his voice.  

You closed your eyes to hear a gunshot, not knowing if it was the Yoongi’s one or the Kyunsoo’s one directly to your head. You were prepared to impact so you have curled up about, but you could not feel any kind of pain.  

Slowly you unfold the left eye, just to see blood splatter on your hands. But it was not yours and this was a huge relief, so much so that you felt the adrenaline begin to slip away from your body.  

“Baby, I’m here… I’m here. ”  

You raise your eyes and when you saw at that time of the aggressive tremble that was shaking you, accepting with gratitude the loving touch of his hands on your face.  

“I’m here babe, sorry it took me so long.” He whispered, while one of his men entered the room and immediately freed your hands. “What did he do? See your face… God, I’m going to kill him. ”  

“Y-Y-you have already done so, Y-Yoongi.. ”  

“I’m going to kill him again just for daring to touch you” he hummed on your lips, finally relieved to see that despite all you were alive.  

He put his hands under your armpits after they finally had freed your hands and feet, lifting you effortlessly and clutching firmly against his body.  

Crying is liberating, hot tears flowed fast on your cheeks still stained with blood, while he rocked you gently.  

“It’s okay baby, everything is over.”  

“You’re here… you’re really here. ” You managed to say through tears and sobs, hiding your face in the crook of his neck and the collarbone.  

“I promised two years ago. No one can touch you without lost their life. ”

College AU Part 2

written by @krispetrimberly @luraelis @wondergays @wayhauhgt @catyz101 @penvision

-Billy makes them fake IDs after a lot of convincing from Zack

-Billy uses his to vote

-Even with the ID no one believes Trini is of age because of how smol she is.

-Zack always wants to use the fake ID but no one ever asks him so he just starts showing it off. “Ah yes my name is J. Scott Fitzgerald”

-In class a professor calls out “Zack Taylor” “Here”

-Some student who actually believed him “I thought your name was J Scott Fitzgerald the Third!”

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star-anise  asked:

Prompt: The Kiss never happened. Bitty was dating a fuckboy in Providence (maybe he went to Brown or sthg) and they just broke up. He knocks on Jack's door and asks if he can hole up and cry for a little before he goes back to Samwell.

When someone knocked on his apartment door, Jack had assumed that it could be Bitty. Anyone other than him would’ve had to buzz in from the front door to get in. Bitty, on the other hand, usually buzzed in to get into his boyfriend Poots’ apartment and then stopped by Jack’s to bring him pie and spend time with him after a romantic afternoon-or night- with James. 

He couldn’t have thought that Bitty would be standing in front of him with puffy red eyes and a bottle of vodka. 

“H-hey, Jack. C-can I come in?” He sniffed. “James-James dumped me.” 

Jack silently led him in and sat him down on the couch. Bitty sniffed again, and when Jack held out his arms, he gasped and fell into them. Bitty clung to Jack as he sobbed and and shook, his small frame almost engulfed by Jack’s arms and the way Jack instinctively curled himself around Bitty. He wanted to protect Bitty from the world and from everything that hurt him. He wanted to march down to Poots’ apartment and beat him up for doing this to Bitty. He wanted to make Bitty stop hurting and sobbing in his arms, nothing made Jack more frustrated than the uncontrollable tears coursing down Bitty’s face and staining his shirt. 

If it had been me, he thought. I would never let him cry like this. I would always make time for him. I wouldn’t have blown him off because someone else wanted my time when he finally comes to visit me. 

“We-we were talking about summer plans. And I was just- just saying how hard this whole thing is-was. And he said if I thought it was a burden then we should end it. I shouldn’t have complained,” Bitty sobbed. “I didn’t want to make him feel pressure. It was so hard and I tried so hard and it wasn’t enough.”

“It was enough, you are more than enough for anyone. Poots was just blind and couldn’t see that,” Jack thumbed away Bitty’s tears. “You love him so much and he couldn’t see that.” 

Bitty looked up at Jack, his expression indiscernible for a moment, then sniffed and pressed his face into Jack’s shoulder again. 

“Can I stay here for the night? I think I need this. The boys and Lardo don’t know a thing about James, and I want- Jack, I need you.” 

Jack pressed a light kiss on top of Bitty’s head as he cradled him in his arms. “We can do romcoms and ice cream. And I’ll monitor your vodka intake.” 

He felt Bitty tighten his grip around his body and wished that they could stay entwined like this forever.

“I’d like that,” Bitty said. 

Over Mean Girls and She’s All That, Bitty started to open up about the breakup.

“I mean, it’s not like I couldn’t see it happening. I think we both knew that James wasn’t- he wasn’t exactly the most considerate gentleman,” Bitty said, curled between Jack’s legs. Jack loved the solid weight against his front and had to remind himself not to nuzzle Bitty’s neck. “But I always thought that we could talk it over and come to an agreement. We- um-” Bitty fidgeted. “We were…together, tonight. So I thought that we still had some good days left and maybe after his first season, James would settle down a bit more and stop being…”

“A flakey douchebag,” Jack said. He tried not to imagine Bitty and Poots having sex, but it was hard when Bitty’s scent pervaded his nose and his weight was pressing against him. 

“Yes,” Bitty agreed. “So it feels like he just threw me away, like I’m only worth- um,” he blushed, no doubt thinking about what he did for Poots. Bitty sighed. “I suppose dating isn’t worth it.”

“You just haven’t found the right person, Bittle. You’re worth so much,” Jack said. 

Bitty sighed and turned so that he was resting the side of his head on Jack’s shoulder and his breath tickled Jack’s throat. “I wish…I wish I can be a bit more assertive.” He smelled like vodka and artisanal beer, and his eyes were so dilated that Jack could barely see the warm brown that usually peers up at him. “I should’ve stayed and tried to talk to him instead of wimping out and immediately leaving after he told me we were over. Maybe I wouldn’t lose so much dignity. And I-Jack-I had so many things to say to you at graduation. And so many times when we saw each other. So many things, but I just wimp out as usual.”

“You’re not a wimp, and even if you can’t say anything, that’s okay,” Jack said. “We can work on it, it’ll be like checking practice. We’re still a team, Bittle.”

“Oh, Jack.” Bitty looked up at him, almost adoringly. Was that the right word? It felt like the right word, even though Jack knew he was only inserting descriptions to make himself feel more important to Bitty. 

Bitty took a deep breath and another swig of vodka before Jack could stop him. 

“Jack. I-I-at graduation-what I wanted to say-” Bitty faltered. “I thought you were going to leave us. And I’m so glad that you’re still one of my closest friends.” 

And if Bitty hadn’t just been dumped, if his feelings hadn’t clearly been a mess, Jack would’ve replied to that with an “I love you,” and kissed him and kissed him and never let him go. Instead he smoothed Bitty’s cowlick and smiled, “You’ll always be one of the closest people to me.” 

He let his hand linger and Bitty leaned into it, silently tracking tears down his face and letting Jack comfort him. 


Extra:

One floor down, James Fitzgerald walked around his apartment in a frenzy. Shit, shit, shit. He just dumped Eric. He was so sure that Eric was about to give him the relationship talk and end it that he couldn’t take the suspense and told Eric that they were better off separated. And now Eric wasn’t answering his texts or picking up his calls, and Poots was sure that he’s gone to Jack’s place. And shit- Jack was going to kill him. 

anonymous asked:

Do you have any acd fic recs?

Hoooo boyyyy do I ever. In no particular order:

The Incident In The Room With The Red Curtain, 9k, teen. Friends to lovers. “Holmes investigates the mysterious disappearance of Francis Colleton, a case that requires some of Watson’s specialist knowledge.” Absolutely one of my favorite fics of all time. They are so gentle with each other.

The Adventure of the Doctor’s Heart, 12k, E. Friends to lovers. “Holmes has observed much of Watson’s habits and tastes over time, which is why it surprises him when his friend objects strangely to a folk song sung at the conclusion of a case. Disturbed by the Doctor’s unexpected display of emotion, Holmes becomes determined to lift his spirits by any means necessary, with mixed results.” This was one of the first Doyle-style fics I read. Holmes’ quiet adoration of John is so good.

Grit, 5k, M. Friends to lovers. “Watson, still bruised and damaged from the Afghan War, decides to hide his inversion so Holmes will remain his friend and flatmate. He thinks the trade-off won’t be difficult, but in a moment of weakness he goes to an underground club with an erstwhile lover. What he discovers there is more than he’d bargained for.” Funny and sad and sweet, with a beautiful ending.

A Man Of Great Character And Better Humor, 2k, gen. Established relationship. Retirement. “When a bit of bad news threatens to crush Watson’s spirit, Holmes knows just the solution.” Absolutely the loveliest little sketch of two old men in love.

Five Times Sherlock Holmes Lied, 5k, gen. Friends to lovers. TAB verse. “Something in Wilde’s persecution has touched a nerve in Sherlock – snapped that tenuous thread of hope holding him upright – and it feels as if he has taken to bleeding internally.” This one’s hard, but gorgeous.

The Ill-Tempered Patient, 1k, gen. Pre-slash. “Holmes has a cold and is being disagreeable, but Watson is used to indulging his moods.” A funny glimpse into their affection for each other.

Mon Couer, 1k, teen. Established relationship. “Holmes tries out a new endearment in the midst of pillow talk.” Holmes gets insecure, and Watson comforts him. The two of them trying to figure out how to be sweet with each other–and flustering themselves–is too lovely.

A Taste of Honey, 3k, teen. Pre-slash. Sickfic. “A failure to observe leads to a successful deduction.” Watson becomes deathly ill while Holmes is away, and Holmes is forced to confront how badly he needs him.

The Incident With The Bicycle, 2k, gen. Established relationship. “We know Holmes can ride a bicycle, but when exactly did he learn?” A bit of a wobble in the early days of their love. I adore Watson’s kindness in this.

Wintry Morning, Victoria Station, 1k, teen. Established relationship. “Watson had come to see me off at the station, that chilly morning in November when a quiet yet momentous shift took place in that strange thing that existed between us.” Watson and Holmes find words for something deeper than anyone around them could imagine.

The Tempest, 3k, teen. Friends to lovers. “Now that Holmes had come back from the dead, things could return to how they were before.” Aftermath of Reichenbach–Watson is so brave.

As Yes To If, 3k, gen. Friends to lovers. Granada. “Leave for your own sake if you must, but on no account shall you leave for mine. I can imagine no sadder outcome of the insight you have gained tonight.” Watson lets slip more of his heart than he realizes, after they nearly lose their lives.

Winter In London, 45k, NR. Friends to lovers. CW: rape. “The last stages of a case go dangerously wrong. Afterwards, Watson tries to live with the memory of a terrible bargain in secrecy.” This is heartbreaking, and deep, and beautiful. Be careful of the content; but if you can manage it, it’s worth it.

I May Be Speaking To Closed Doors, 2k, teen. Established relationship. “Watson makes a Valentine, and then isn’t sure what to do with it.” Poor Watson, a romantic in a relationship with the world’s most unromantic man–so it seems.

Invasion, 2k, gen. Established relationship. Watson can’t bear mice. Holmes thinks it’s rather silly, but humors him, until he understands. This starts off a bit cracky and then ends so sweetly.

Tea From Terai, 700w, gen. Established relationship. “Sherlock Holmes gets a letter from Terai, and remembers that he does know someone in Terai. Or, knew.” Watson learns a little something about his love’s past.

What Is Right, And What Is Easy, 600w, NR. Established relationship. “There’s a reason that Article 28 (which criminalized homosexuality) was called the Blackmailer’s Charter.” This cuts deep for how brief it is.

The Red Notebook, 10k, teen. Post-Reichenbach. I hesitated to include this because it’s a bit too much heartbreak for me–I can’t believe that they would ever willingly give each other up, after love. But this story’s Mycroft is so good, his relationship with Watson so bittersweet, I had to. And it ends joyously, as it must.

Masked Ball, 30k, teen. Friends to lovers. “Six months after Holmes’ return from the dead, the delicate equilibrium in Baker Street is disturbed when a stranger walks out of the London fog with a case–for Watson. Holmes is wary, Watson is fascinated. But who is the man calling himself Álvaro de León? And what does he really want?” I love, love, love this story. I love Alvaro, I love the way Holmes deduces Watson’s bisexuality, I love the mystery and the sweep and the humor of it. It’s wonderful.

Text Omitted, 1k, teen. Established relationship. CW: child abuse. “Watson learns something disconcerting about Holmes’ past.” This makes me cry, and smile: the courage with which they love each other.

The Bee Grove, 14k, teen. Friends to lovers. CW: suicide. “Watson travels to Kent to attend the funeral of an estranged friend from his past who committed suicide. Certain things transpire to make Watson wonder if his inappropriate love for Holmes could possibly be requited.” Beautiful.

Idée Fixe, 1k, teen. Friends to lovers. Granada. “He does not know what to begin with it. It is too grave a thing to be treated as a mere distraction, too tenacious to be dissolved in tobacco smoke. What does one begin with an idée fixe? With a mind bent towards one single thing.” This is almost infuriating in its restraint, but fascinating, too.

The Thieves’ Den, 6k, teen. “The discovery of a large cache of stolen goods ends badly.” Words cannot express how I love this fic–particularly the meddling Mycroft, and the protectiveness of both of them, in spite of each other.

Since I First Saw Your Face, 70k, M. Developing relationship. “During the Great Hiatus, Holmes, studying in Tibet, reflects on his first meeting with Dr John Watson.” The only WIP I’ll rec, or read, because the wealth of historical detail and depth of their intimacy is such that I’d be immensely thankful to have read this even if it never ended. The author can be found on tumblr at @artemisastarte.

When You Know Something’s Wrong, 1k, M. Established relationship. Sickfic. “Holmes gets it wrong.” This is just 1k of lovely Watson gently forcing his medical attention on a truculent Holmes.

Pilgrims Of A Sort, 12k, teen. Friends to lovers to retirement. Absolute classic. “A pair of young travelers turn up at the Sussex cottage of an aging Holmes and Watson, searching for proof that love like theirs can last a lifetime. Watson tells them the story of himself and Holmes–which also happens to be the story of Mary Morstan, and her own unconventional love affair.” Featuring a fantastic old married Holmes and Watson and TWO pairs of happy lesbians.

A Matter of Integrity, 3k, gen. Established relationship. “It is a curious thing when a celebrity whom you’ve never truly met is widely considered your most prominent suitor. Irene Norton sets out in search of some answers, and discovers that sometimes the truth is a delicate matter.” Irene is wonderful, Holmes is careful, and this is good.

Cameo, 8k, teen. Friends to lovers. “Holmes and Watson become embroiled in a case Scotland Yard refuses to acknowledge. A soulmate AU.” One wouldn’t think a magical AU in Victorian times could be very delicately done, or mesmerizing. One would be wrong.

Chimera, 800w, gen. Pre-slash. Post-Reichenbach. “My dear Watson, It is with reluctance that I begin this letter to you, for there can be no doubt regarding its fate. It will follow into oblivion all the other letters I have written to you over the past two years, the only difference between them their means of demise.” Poor Holmes.

Something To Retire To, 9k, teen. Friends to partners. Asexual Holmes, miscommunication, jealousy. “Watson contemplates the future while he and Holmes investigate the three Garridebs.” This fic will break your heart into a hundred pieces and put it together again.

Hallowed Be Thy Name, 40k, E. Established relationship. “A word must be said upon the subject of witticisms first, within the context of the manuscripts which have begun littering our rooms.  My friend the Doctor’s sense of humour exists in direct correlation to his state of physical well-being, and the more active a man he becomes–a felicity for which I am grateful as much to his ferocious tenacity as to any higher power–the more wry grow the invariably poetical descriptors applied to my person.” Holmes’ past, Watson’s love, and an epic poem of a story. This fic changed me.


Of course, look up each author’s full body of work if you want more. Mistyzeo is on tumblr at @mistyzeo and posts recs frequently. I write Doyle-style here. @granada-brett-crumbs has another magnificently expansive canon fic rec here. @knightfury1895 and @jeremyholmes post canon-style ficlets on tumblr. Basically, there’s a wealth of wonderful fic out there!

I kinda told Lydia that I miss her and I can’t wait to get home.

Her heart soars, her chest expands, she sits up a little straighter when he hears his voice say her name.

She knows exactly what he’s talking about. It was just a few mornings ago that she woke up to find a voicemail on her phone. It didn’t surprise her; she had been getting a lot of that lately.

Hey Lydia, I’m in Virginia! We just crossed the border - not that that’s a big deal because DC is easy to get out of physically, but yeah, on my way to Quantico. Finally get to solve some actual cases.

She leaned back against her pillows, phone cradled to her ear, blinking sleep from her eyes.

And you’re probably just woken up and listening to this voicemail, so good morning! If I were there I would say you look really beautiful, because you’re always beautiful.

She couldn’t help it when she grinned and tucked her face into her pulled-up knees, hiding her bashful smile from no one. Compliments from him were plentiful, especially now that they were together, but they always caught her off guard. 

I already told you I will miss you…but…I miss you. I’m still not used to going to school and not seeing you there.

“I’m gonna miss you,” he told her the day she left him at his dorm.

‘We’ll still talk,” she had replied, not yet stepping out of his embrace.

“Yeah, but it’s gonna be weird, not seeing you every day. I need to see your pretty face. And Skype doesn’t count,” he’d added quickly when she opened her mouth to respond.

Since she drove back to Beacon Hills, he’d made sure she was constantly reminded that he thought of her, that he missed her, that he wishes he were by her side. Long distance wasn’t easy, but it was easier knowing she was still wanted, needed.

Just know that I’m thinking about you, every day, every moment, and I’ll always be looking forward to the next time I see you, in person. Whether it’s in Beacon Hills or DC or at MIT…wherever we may be, I will always come back to you. Remember I love you.

There’s a soft mwah! right before the message ends, telling her he blew a kiss at (or actually kissed) his phone before hanging up. That was how he ended his calls and voice messages. Remember I love you, kiss.

(She wonders if, had he the time, he would have kissed her the first time he said those words.)

As the voicemail plays, Stiles’ voice now addressing Scott, Lydia imagines him wandering the FBI training grounds with the same wide-eyed look he had when they were touring the federal city. She pictures him perusing assignment case files, tongue poking out of his mouth, pen behind his ear, his cute determined expression on his face. He is happy on the other side of the country, out of reach from the supernatural, and she cannot take that away from him.

So as much as she is aching to be with him again, she’s going to let him stay away.

(Little does she know, he’s already finding his way back home, to Beacon Hills, and to her.)

boyfriend!jaehyun

a/n: well 

Originally posted by yutaejpg

  • ‘oh niCEEEEEEEEE’
  • okay but honestly he’s one of those guys that when you first meet they’re super duper sweet and polite and as you talk he hangs on to every word you say and is always smiling ☺
  • eventually you end up swapping numbers since both of you guys wanted to get to know each other better
  • when you guys text he’s such a softie by using emojis here and there and exclamation marks to show his emotions
  • ‘we should hang out soon!’ aka GO ON A DATE
  • so you guys do and first date is either talking at a café or just walking around the city, shopping and having fun
  • end of the date he hesitates whether or not he should kiss you but he decides not to because he wants to respect your boundaries and comfort zone
  • the kiss will probably happen around the 2nd date***
  • anyways, it just basically ends with a hug and him kissing you on the crown of your head heh
  • but like,, he’s such a cutie my heart swells HAHAUGUDH
  • whenever you’re down in the dumps he starts getting pouty and acting cute just to see the pretty smile on your face again
  • okay but such boyfriend material AAFFAFAF and also a real gentleman?? find you a boy like him-
  • he’d hold doors open for you, walks on the closest side to the car lane, pays attention to the small details you speak of, gives you his jacket etc…
  • he’d loooovveeeee holding your hands so much 
  • him cuddling as the big spoon is his favorite as well as your’s
  • everytime he thinks about you a smile automatically forms on his face and he sometimes looks like a complete idiot so the other members are like ‘jae wtf are you doing’
  • and he’s like ‘huh? hehe’
  • he finds a lot of things you do cute, even the weirdest things like… really weird
  • but that’s his little secret no one must know of 
  • actually he has a lot of secrets that’s why his dimples are so deep they’re full of secrets hohoho
  • sharing food a lot; if you guys go out to eat he doesn’t stick with the food he orders like he MUST steal your food too or else it’s breaking the laws of Jaehyun 101
  • he’s so shameless of showing his love to you to whoever 
  • jaehyun would be kissing you all over the face in front of the members as he hugs your waist and some of their faces are scrunched up while some are just straight faced as they judge
  • but in all honesty they’re happy for you guys and happy that jaehyun can be even happier because of you
  • your parents would love him so much ohmygod like p o s s i b l y more than you jkjk probably not
  • but he’s so charming and knows his manners your parents are like ‘are you sure he’s your boyfriend or are you paying him’
  • all in all jaehyun would just be a sugary cinnamon bun who just wants to cuddle you forever and ever as he shows you the never-ending and countless amount of ways to express his love for you (づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ

“What are those?” Eleven asked, looking at the bundle of dark red flowers in Jonathan’s hands. 

“These?” he held them out to let her look closer, “They’re roses. A special kind of flower for Valentine’s Day.” 

“Why are they special?” Eleven tentatively brushed a fingertip against the soft petals of one of the roses. 

“Because you get them for a girl you really like, the way I really like Nancy.”

“Love.” It was a statement, not a question. Eleven may not have been the best at speaking, but she was certainly good at feeling. Jonathan’s cheeks turned almost as red as the roses in his hand. 

“Yeah,” he ran his fingers through his messy hair, “I guess so.” 

“Pretty,” Eleven smiled. Jonathan reached into the bouquet and plucked one out, handing it to her. 

“Careful,” he said, “Sometimes the stems have thorns.” 

“But they’re not for me,” Eleven hesitated, her hand hovering over the stem.

“This one can be,” Jonathan assured her, “Like you said, they’re for girls you love. And I love you like you’re my little sister.”


An excerpt from a Valentine’s Day fic I wrote a while back. 

Sun & Lito

Originally posted by absentfather

(why was this scene deleted!)

  • Another sister-brother relationship in the cluster
  • While Will and Kala have more of calm, mature, grown up vibe; the dynamic between Sun and Lito is – small big-sister taking care of big little-brother
  • Sun is a fighter; Lito is not
  • Lito is good at lying; Sun is not
  • Lito is very dramatic; Sun is not
  • Sun doesn’t let out her emotions; Lito does
  • Lito can tend bar; Sun cannot
  • These characteristics prove how different they are, but at the same how much they need each other
  • Their dynamic is mostly Lito being dramatic and Sun reacting with ignorance which is funny and adorable – but we still can see that their relationship is based on genuine affection for each other
  • And I enjoyed seeing this balance between two characters a lot

Favorite moments in season 2 (spoilers)

2x07 I Have No Room In My Heart For Hate

Sun: I think I’m more confused than I was before.

Lito: There’s no easy answer, Sun. Whatever you decide to do…just know that you won’t have to do it alone.

– I LOVE this scene, just by seeing the whole cluster being by her side and supporting Sun. I thought putting Lito as last person to talk was great idea because he’s the first one to feel that kind of support from the cluster in 2x05 (*raise glass* to courage!)

– Also in 2x06, Lito shows his true-self to the world for the first time. Like what he says during his speech; he’s both scared and proud. He knows the weight of his decision, of his courage…and the risk that might follow; he knows how hard it is to make that decision. Still he knows everything will be fine because he’s not alone. So it was great to see Lito speaking based on his experience with such sincerity

2x08 All I Want Right Now Is One More Bullet

@bellamyhalpert

– Who does not love this scene. This is why we love this pair, isn’t it? Lito being such a drama queen and Sun is being ‘ugh, here we go again. I’m so done with it’. We can literally read her mind by just looking at her face; Sun might be thinking ‘I already have a brother who’s been pain the ass for my whole life. The last thing I need is another pain-in-the-ass-brother from across the world’

@kylos

– lololololololol I can’t stop laughing at this part. Lito is desperately sending signals to Sun for love and comfort, and Sun’s like ‘NOPE

@bellamyhalpert

– I can literally talk about this scene for ever and ever. I never get tired of these two. Another eye roll from Sun, but I thought Sun’s expression was not entirely being annoyed by Lito. It seems like although she knows Lito’s problem is probably nothing compared to hers, she has this soft side of hers that cares for Lito

@sense8blog

– So she decides to listen to Lito, and then…here goes ‘shut the f-up, brother!’ I bet this was the first time Lito had someone saying ‘shut up’ in his face. Because I don’t any of his agents would have said harsh things to him, and Hernando would never ever say such things to depressed Lito. What a tough love, Sun XD

@greemuel

– But at the end of a day, Sun gives in and lets Lito comfort her. I’ve said in previous post about Kala & Lito [x] that they express out emotion/pain that others in cluster go through. It was really cute yet touching to see Lito comforting his big sister. And even though Sun seems still kinda annoyed by Lito, I’m sure she’s thankful for him :)

2x10 If All The World’s A Stage, Identity Is Nothing But A Costume

– I couldn’t get fine screencaps for this scene which was Sun sort of begging Lito to help her with bar tending, and this time it’s Lito who’s saying ‘NOPE, not now’ I loved how Lito tries to ignore Sun’s presence while Sun is desperate (and cute) for his help. On top of that, Sun helping Lito with ACTING? I mean who would have thought this would happen? lol

2x11 You Want A War?

– I don’t know if they did it on purpose, but anyhow, it was both surprising and interesting to see Lito being the first one to stop Sun from trying to kill Joong Ki. Maybe because, as I mentioned earlier, Lito knows the weight of hard decision…or maybe simply he doesn’t want to see Sun suffer after her revenge (although I think Joong Ki deserves painful death)

Whew, that was quite a long post. haha. I hope you guys enjoyed it. And if you have any question or interesting things about Sun and Lito dynamic, please let me know :)

A perfect morning

The sun was pouring in through the windows, dancing over the red silk sheets making them glitter. Tangled together under the sheets laid Alec and Magnus, half awake, breathing slowly, lazy hands dancing over each others backs.

”Good morning.” Alec mumbled sleepily, a soft smile on his lips.

”Good morning.” Magnus whispered back, afraid to burst their perfect bubble, the perfect morning bliss. This rare moment when they could actually stay in bed for how long they wanted. It was one of those days where they both were free, no work or anything else that had to be dealt with. Just the two of them, free to do whatever they wanted. ”What do you want to do today?” Magnus whispered pulling Alec closer for a soft kiss.

”Stay in this bed with you.” Alec mumbled in-between kisses, never getting enough of Magnus’ lips on his. Magnus let out a soft laugh and leaned into Alec’s kisses moving over his face and down to his jaw, staying there for awhile, sucking, licking, probably leaving a mark. Magnus then proceeded to pull up Alec on his lap, so that Alec laid on-top of Magnus, straddling Magnus’ hips. Alec’s face was now far away from Magnus’ face but neither of them changed that. They looked at each other, smiling, neither of the two men had been this relaxed and happy for a long time. Usually they both had things to deal with, things that needed to be fixed, it was the downside of their statues. Alec being the head of the New York institute and Magnus being the high warlock of Brooklyn.

”You’re beautiful” Alec breathed and cupped Magnus’ face with his hands.

Magnus smiled. ”You too Alexander. I’ve lived for a long time and no-one has come close to your beauty.” Alec blushed at this comment, however, he didn’t let got of Magnus’ face nor did he look away.

”I love you Magnus.” He whispered as a answer and while Alec moved down to kiss Magnus he whispered ”I love you too Alexander.”

Their lips locked, Alec’s hands still cupping Magnus’ face and Magnus’ hands moving over Alec’s back down to his legs. Magnus let his hands rest on Alec’s thighs. Their kisses quickly grew more passionate and heated, until Alec suddenly rolled off Magnus. His body immediately missed the contact and warmth of Alec.

”I’m hungry, let’s go get something to eat” Alec said as he proceeded to sit up. Alec however didn’t get far before he had Magnus in his lap, arms wrapped around Alec’s neck.

”Oh yeah? I thought you didn’t want to leave this bed.” Magnus muttered against Alec’s lips, brushing against them as he spoke. Magnus could feel Alec smile as he put his hands on Magnus’ hips. Alec then leaned in to kiss Magnus who pulled away, a grin on his face.

”Come to think of it, I’m getting kind of hungry too.” Magnus teased and pretended to move away from Alec’s lap. This was something that Alec couldn’t accept so he tightened his grip on Magnus’ hips, holding him down and started to kiss Magnus’ chest, causing small moans escape Magnus’ lips as he stopped to play with his nipple teasing it with his tongue.

”If you’re still hungry I can stop.” Alec said as his mouth moved down Magnus’ chest to his stomach. Magnus didn’t answer in words but Alec knew that Magnus didn’t want him to stop. He knew what it meant when Magnus’ breathing grew heavier and what his hand grabbing Alec’s hair meant. When he got to where Magnus’ bellybutton were supposed to be he felt Magnus tugging at his hair, wanting him to move up to him. Alec obeyed and for a second they just stared at each other, then Magnus pushed Alec down on his back and attacked him with kisses. Both mens breathing heavy and hands moving over each other, exploring one and other. Breakfast was totally forgotten as the kisses grew messier and hands sending electric chocks through their bodies.

-TIME JUMP-

Magnus was lying with his face on Alec’s chest, both still catching their breaths. Alec running his fingers over Magnus’ back while Magnus drew small circles on Alec’s chest.

”Magnus?” Alec looked down on the other man, still not believing that this man is his boyfriend.

”Mhm” Magnus hummed in response, placing a soft kiss on Alec’s chest.

”I’d love to move in here with you.” He blurted out, his heart beating hard. He hadn’t meant to say it now, he’d planned to ask when they had dinner. Magnus was quiet and Alec’s heart was beating so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. Magnus tilted his head up and looked at Alec, his facial expression was hard to read and it made Alec nervous.

”I mean, only if, if you’d, ehm, like, want me to. Maybe it’s too soon .. I .. I just .. ” Alec was interrupted by a finger on his lips and saw Magnus smile at him.

”Alexander, my love, of course I’d love for you to move in.” Magnus slightly shook his head while he spoke, his cat eyes glowing with happiness and a big smile plastered on his face. ”To know that at the end of every day we can lay here in our bed and then wake up in our bed. How could I say no to that? I love you Alexander and I want to spend my days with you, share my life with you.” They shared a kiss a soft kiss, saying everything that couldn’t be expressed in words.

”Now, let’s eat breakfast in our bed.” Magnus smiled and snapped his fingers, conjuring up food and two tables designed to stand in a bed.

Alec giggled ”Yeah, let’s spend the day in our bed.” And Alec couldn’t help but smile, it just felt so right. This place wasn’t just a place were Alec felt like home, it was truly his home. His and Magnus’ home. They both smiled big through the breakfast, talking and laughing.

Both Alec and Magnus wished that every morning could be this good. And maybe, now that Alec’s moving in, every morning would.

Super Big Brother- [edited]

Characters/Pairing: Daddy!Dean x Pregnant!Reader, Henry (OC)

Word count: 885

Warnings: Fluff, lots of it, maybe the slightest pinch of angst

Summary: It’s Dean and the reader’s second child. They have to tell their first what is going on. (Promp #44 of “60+ Dean x Pregnant!reader Prompts”@deanwinchesterxreader )

A/N: This is another editions from my personal collection, the reason I’m re-doing these is because of the babby fever taking over me, and the best way not to give in to it is writing about it, or in this case edit an old fic.

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Super Big Brother


“Ok then,” you sigh and Dean nods rapidly as he speaks. “We’ll go straight to the point. We need to be direct with him, he’s a big boy.”

“Yeah,” you agree a little out of breath. “He can take it, right?” Dean eyes widen in doubt and your shoulders drop. “What if he can’t take it? Oh my goodness, he’s still a baby. My baby. This is all a mistake.”

You start to hyperventilate, Dean’s quick to rub your arms up and down. “Look at me,” he says in a sweet voice, you comply. “Is gonna be fine, he’s gonna be fine.” He bites his lower lip and you wonder how did you get so lucky.

“Okay, we’re telling him and we’ll answer any question he has.” Taking a deep breath you look back into Dean’s eyes. “What kind of questions can a three year-old make, huh?”

Dean shrugs, his arms let go of you and he pushes away from the kitchen table he’d been leaning on. You follow his lead and start walking behind him out the kitchen and down the hall.

“Wait!” you shout and run back to the kitchen, Dean stands in the middle of the corridor dumbfounded.

“Uh, sweetheart?” Dean takes a few steps your way when you rush out the door almost bumping into him, sippy cup with chocolate milk in one hand, a plate with some homemade oatmeal cookies in the other.

“Let’s go.” You nod ahead for him to lead the way one more time.

Dean’s eyes on the plate and he goes for one of the cookies. He groans when you smack his hand away away. “They’re not for you! You can have one later, I made a whole tray today.”

Dean grins like a three year-old and you roll your eyes.

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oh my god you guys….. so its tv night in my house so i told my parents (who HATE cartoons and star wars and dont know anything about shipping) that i had a recommendation for them and that we should watch dave filoni’s the clone wars. they were skeptical but said they’d give it a try so i put on my favorite episode, revival. for those of you that don’t remember its the one where darth maul and savage opress try to take down the ohnaka gang and obi wan and hondo (my OTP… xD) have to team up to stop them. 

my parents actually seemed to start getting into it about midway through the episode so i kept playing it until the end and asked what they thought. my dad turned to me with a knowing, serene expression on his face and said “the animation is very formidable (he’s french and they say that word a lot in france to mean ‘good’ and ‘impressive’) and those two men are clearly meant for each other”

i was floored. “what do you mean?” i asked innocently

“i think he means the redhead one with the beard and the lizard man,” my mom piped in, “after being married for 20 years, we both know true love when we see it”

my dad nodded. “love is love, even if it is between a jedi knight and a suave weequay pirate, there is rien de (french for “nothing”) wrong with it”

i was very moved by my parents’ acceptance of obihondo, the most powerful romance in the star wars franchise by far, so i started showing them obihondo fanart on my laptop. they loved it very much and my dad said it was even better than monet (a french painter) 

“i’m sinning,” said my mom