i love it when he scrunches his nose like that


Ah, haircut blues are the inspiration behind this one. But, it’s growing on me so that’s good. Short and sweet, hope you enjoy. x 

Originally posted by wonderfllower

“Love? Where are yeh?” Harry’s voice calls out for the second time after he’s shuts the front door of your flat, boots clicking along the wood floors as he makes his way to your shared room. 

You don’t respond, cuddling deeper under the covers and making sure your hold on them is tight for when he is able to find you and your poorly chosen hiding spot.

When he hadn’t gotten a response from you after texting several times, pleading to send a photo of your recent endeavor-he had the slightest feeling that it hadn’t gone how you wanted it too. 

“Think m’gonna get a haircut today,” you had mumbled over tea that morning, scrolling through your phone as he poured you another cup.

He raised his eyebrows at you in surprise, “S’tha’ so?”

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It’s the first cool day New York has seen in months. Louis wakes up to a light chill in the air, goosebumps rising on his skin, the cracked windows finally letting in a breeze that doesn’t feel muggy, and when he rolls over to face Harry, sheets pooled around his bare waist, Louis only pauses to stare for a brief moment before he’s poking Harry’s chest, cheeks, eyelids. Harry bats him away, groaning.

“Why. What.” His voice is rough with sleep and he doesn’t any make an attempt to open his eyes.

Louis smirks, poking him in the stomach. Hard. “It’s finally fall.”

“It’s been fall for a week and a half.”

“Yeah but now it feels like fall.”

Harry groans louder. “It’s Sunday. The day of rest. I don’t want to wake up yet.”

“But.” He sits up, reaching for the duvet cover, wrapping it around himself. It smells like Harry’s shampoo, and a little bit like fabric softener. “We should go apple picking.”

“You don’t even like apples that much,” Harry mumbles into his pillow.

“I’m a teacher. I think it’s a law to like them, or something.”

He grunts out something that resembles probably, then rolls over to his other side, his back facing Louis.

That won’t do.

Louis rearranges himself so he’s situated on Harry’s lap, his movements quick enough that Harry doesn’t have time to react or push him away. Louis drags his hands up and down Harry’s sides, touching softly at his fading scars, and Harry finally opens his eyes at that, smile breaking, shaking his head.

“Has anyone ever told you how much of a pain in the ass you are?”

“A few times, maybe.”

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What its like dating Dick Grayson

-Him being very affectionate. He loves to give forehead kisses, neck kisses, kisses on the cheek and his favorite is kisses on the nose because he loves the way you scrunch up your nose afterwards.

-Him carrying you to bed from the couch when you fall asleep after binge watching ‘How I Met Your Mother’.

-You love his long hair very much and can’t help running your hand through it. Whenever you do, he seizes your hand and kisses it very gently.

-Him calling you ‘babe’ or ‘sweetie’.

-A lot of hot make out sessions.

-Him waking up before you and watching you sleep.

- “Were you watching me sleep?”

- “Yeah, you look so peaceful. I like watching you sleep.”

- “Okay that is very creepy. No idea why Bella didn’t find it so when Edward said it to her. Remind me to build up a wall between us so that you stop doing that.”

-Him constantly using cheesy pickup lines on you.

- “Your eyes are blue like the ocean. And baby I’m lost at sea.”

- “Dick?”

- “Yes?”

- “My eyes are brown.”

-Him talking shit and yelling at the screen whenever you two play video games.

-Dancing at 3am in the living room to old romantic songs when both of you are in your pjs.

-Him whispering very inappropriate things in your ear at inappropriate times.

-He’s the one who hogs the blanket during the night.

-Whenever he goes out on patrol at night, you stay up all night worrying on the couch even though he insists that you should go to sleep.

-He calls you during patrol at the worst times.

-“Hey babe, what’s up? What are you doing?”

-“Just grabbing a snack. Why are you calling during the patrol?”

-“Oh it’s very quiet. As quiet as a- *something crashes in the background*”

-“Dick?? What the hell was that?”

-“*grunts* Construction, babe.”

-“Want me to prepare the first aid kit?”

-“Yes that would be preferable.” 


Dating Peter Parker Would Involve...

[a/n]: no request but i sense lots of thirst for peter and wow same. so i decided to post this really quickly while im writing my next request

Originally posted by wdwlsn

Dating Peter Parker Would Involve…

  • Him being a fucking dork all the time
  • Him always wanting to watch “that really old movie, Empire Strikes Back”
  • idk about you guys but I would not mind possessive!peter
  • Him loving to show you off at school because he is actually so confused as to how he even got someone like you
  • Peter getting jealous easily because he thinks that someone else could give you so much more
  • You having to tell him that you don’t want anyone other than him
  • Like I’m dead serious a guy would just be talking to you at school or some shit and he’d get scared that he was going to take you away from him
  • “Don’t you dare ever even think about her again. You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”
  • Date nights consist of eating pizza and cuddling while watching a movie
  • Having to tell Peter to be careful when he goes with Tony
  • Him still getting flustered when you tell him how cute he is
  • But him giving you constant compliments like his life depends on it
  • Since his hoodies are too big you pull the sleeves into your palm and make sweater paws while he plants a kiss on your nose and tells you that you look much better in his hoodie than he does
  • Him loving the way you scrunch up your nose when he kisses it
  • Sometimes you just glance over and he’s looking at you with his head tilted to the side, eyes filled with pure admiration 
  • Making him take selfies with you
  • Bugging him about the selfies so much that eventually he’s just done and so he crashes his lips to your’s, snapping a picture
  • “Post that one. I like that one”
  • You posting it and him being happy because he loves how everyone can see you’re his
  • idk guys I just think that Peter would love and treasure his girl more than anything else in the world
  • fuck now i want a peter. where can i get one?
Goddess - Jay Park

Originally posted by andupinda

Request from @belushtful : Can I request a jay park smut scenario where his mixed(black and white) girlfriend is missing him while she is at home and he is at Aomg making music so later that night they you know. Also the girlfriend is teasing him

Genre: cotton candy fluff smut

Pairing: Jay Park x Reader

Word Count: 1547

Contains: romantic smut, (slight) daddy! Jay, fluff

Song: Ride Me - Jay Park

Comments: this turned way cuter than I meant it to be, but I hope you like it because I’m crying at this. Also im sorry if it gets choppy, i was writing this and watching teen mom at the same time, so my attention was going back and forth lmao.


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lucia-ik  asked:

omg drunk keith is so cute. what would happen if keith got drunk for the first time infornt of the kids when they are teen. Somehow I think lance would have blast/could not believe that this is his daddy. And would it escalate if Shiro wasn't there?(Keith doesn't seem to have any impulse control when drunk) btw I love the little knb picture when I go to your askbox it's adorable!

LMAO Yes! Drunk Keith is worse than Shiro tbh. XD 

[The Voltron Family]  Shiro was away to attend one of those conferences for doctors outside of the state and Keith was missing him so bad. It has been 8 days now and Keith didn’t wanna be clingy but sometimes he just missed Shiro’s kisses and cuddles.

The kids were at a party of a friend of theirs and it was only 9pm but Keith drove there anyway to pick them up, despite saying he’d pick them up at 10, they were teens now after all. They earned it after acing all their exams. Keith arrived at the party and he entered frowning. Ugh. Teenagers are too rowdy at parties. Back in my days…crap, I sound like an old man.

He went looking for his three kids when some dude came up to him.

Some Dude: *offers a cup of beer* Whoa. You’re a new pretty face. Might I offer you some beer?
Keith: *glares* I’m a wine type of person and I’m old enough to be your father.
Some Dude: *chuckles* Right. Of course. I’m guessing you’re about 25 or 27 by the looks of it? *gives Keith a once over* *points at the leather jacket* *whistles* Nice.
Keith: *ignores* Where’s Lance, Pidge and Hunk? *looks around*
Some Dude: They’re by the library last time I saw them. 
Keith: Thanks. *leaves*
Some Dude: Hey! I have wine. Can’t have a guest walking around without a drink of their choice. *smiles*
Keith: *stops* Do you have 1947 Cheval Blanc?
Some Dude: *blinks* What? I have no idea what you’re talking about but we could check it out by the bar? *points at the bar* The bartender might know. *eyes Keith* You looked so stressed, man. You okay?
Keith: *sighs* I am the epitome of stress. 
Some Dude: Awww, sorry for hitting on you, man.
Keith: It’s fine.
Some Dude: I’m Leonard. Finals are over but you’re probably the type to stress over results, huh? Forget about it tonight. C’mon, let’s get you a drink. You need it. *places an arm around Keith’s shoulder*
Keith: Oh boy, do I. *rubs temples* 

Lance, Hunk and Pidge were about to leave the house to wait for their Daddy Keith to arrive to pick them up when Pidge spotted something.

Pidge: Oh sweet baby mac and cheese. Is that Dad by the bar?
Hunk and Lance: *turns around and sees Keith*

Keith was drunk and he was ranting and ranting to their poor friend Leonard who had to hear everything. The three teens approached the bar.

Keith: And then he would usually surprise me to a lunch date when he visits me at work. *sobs while taking another drink* Such a wonderful man and now… *hiccups* He’s not even here with me. 
Leonard: Oh damn. You have a bad case of love sickness.
Keith: *nods* I do and I hate the fact he’s out there somewhere miles away and I’m here like a mess. *turns to his side and sees a girl* *cups her face and leans in*
Hunk: Is Dad drunk?! *shocked* He would NEVER do THAT! 
Pidge: Dude, we gotta do something!
Lance: No no, wait, you guys. Let’s see what happens first. *amused* I’ve never seen Daddy Keith drunk—ever.
Girl: *smirks at Keith* Hey, pretty boy.
Keith: *scrunches his nose* Pretty boy. You’re not Shiro. *frowns* He calls me pretty boy when we snuggle at night. *cries* *hugs the girl* I miss him so much. I want to see him. *turns to another person* Do you know where Shiro is? He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Have you seen him?
Pidge: Wow. He got drunk because of Daddy Shiro.
Keith: *gets up from his seat* *wobbles as he walks towards the dance floor*
Hunk: Uh, guys, should we do something now?
Keith: *walks randomly to every guy and cups their face to look at them* *shakes head* Nope. Not Shiro. Not you. Too short. Too tall. Too lanky. Not my type. Leave. 
Lance: Are you guys seeing this? *laughs* This is GOLD. 
Hunk: No. This is horrifying! Daddy Keith’s so broken.
Some other random dude: *walks up to Keith dancing* Hey, sexy.
Keith: *glares at him* What are you doing?
Some other random dude: *chuckles* Thought we could have some fun tonight. *touches Keith’s arm*
Keith: *grips the guy’s hand* Don’t. You. Dare. Touch. Me. Only one man can touch me.
Some other random dude: *grins* Shit, that’s hot. I could be that—
Pidge: Dad! *shouts and approaches Keith*
Keith: *turns head* *smiles* Oh, baby girl. I came looking for you and *sees Lance and Hunk* your brothers.
Some other random dude: *looks at the three teens* Hey, I saw him first.
Keith: No, you didn’t. *glares* Shiro saw me first.  
Some other random dude: Who the heck is Shiro? 
Hunk, Lance and Pidge: Our Dad.
Keith: My husband.
Some other random dude: What the shit, dude? You’re married?!
Keith: I am. *teary eyed* And I miss him. I miss my husband. *sobs as he wipes his tears* I… *walks wobbling*
Hunk: I got you, Dad. *catches Keith and embraces him*
Keith: *sobs* I miss Takashi Shirogane. Bring me Takashi Shirogane. I love Takashi Shirogane. *clings to Hunk*

Hunk drove them all back home and they put Keith to bed. The following morning, Pidge handed him the phone. Shiro was on Skype.

Shiro: Hey, sweetheart. Good morning.
Keith: Shiro. *whispers*
Shiro: I heard what happened last night. *frowns*
Keith: Oh my god. *groans* 
Shiro: *chuckles* Hey, I think it’s nice to know you rejected everyone’s advances because they weren’t me.
Keith: *whispers not looking at Shiro* I only want you.
Shiro: *flushes* Keith, you’re not playing fair.
Keith: It’s true though.
Shiro: Why don’t we go out tonight on a date?
Keith: *shocked* *looks up* Tonight?
Shiro: *smiles* Yeah, I’m coming home, pretty boy.

Yes, but what if? (Yoonmin masterpost/prompt)

Okay so a few months ago I read this fanfiction. In a few words IT WAS THE BEST YOONMIN FANFICTION I’VE READ IN THE ENTIRETY OF MY LIFE. It’s based on real events and the only thing I can say is that ever since I read it my brain is convinced that this actually happened between Yoonmin. If you haven’t read it I insist you do.

This fanfic describes how Yoonmin were in love since they met but hadn’t realized it until the period Yoongi had written/recorded First Love. The writer (Hello, by the way, if you are reading this! I hope you don’t mind me promoting your awesome work. I asked for permission in your comments, but if you have a problem just tell me and I’ll take it down.) bless them, talks about how the rest of Bangtan found out Yoongi and Jimin were in love before the two of them did. If I continue I probably won’t stop. So please read it! Especially if you are a Yoonmin stan.

So as I said, my fantasy world is set in a reality where this actually happened. And in this reality, (also in the fanfic, according to the time it’s placed in) Yoongi and Jimin got together on the day Yoongi recorded First Love. So that means that in this picture

they have just begun dating. *Reminder: This is all happening in my brain. I have formed my own reality. Nothing is true* Okay so, because  my brain needed more of this story, I began putting real events into this fantasy world in a way that would seem like the two are actually together. Do you get me? Like, I’d watch/read whatever happened on twitter or in Bangtan Bombs, having in mind that the two of them were actually together. I’m weird I know. I hope I’m not the only one who does this, or else it’d be really awkward. Here are some of these moments.

*Credits to the owners*

I’d watch these and think that when they were filming this, they were actually together. It made my heart flutter every time. Again I hope other shippers do that too.

So, because I needed to convince my self that this fantasy world really existed, I began making audios, writing fics, drawing fanart based on this world. I wanted to make something like Behind The Scenes moments that didn’t actually exist. I hope anyone out there can relate. Yoonmin has taken over my life and it’s the only thing that occupies my mind ever since I read that fanfic.

During this period I’ve come up with the following. It’s more of a prompt for a fanfic. It’s extremely stupid but I can’t help my self.


So Yoonmin supposedly got together some time in August. Suga’s mixtape was released around that time (correct me if I’m wrong), but the songs were written long before. Here’s a fanfic that fits this story line. Then their WINGS comeback was in October. During that time Yoongi and Jimin were still exploring this new territory.

Their first time was some time in early November.  

And the talk was in early December. I’m shit at writing fanfics but I’ll try my best to explain what was said during the talk. It went a little like this:

Yoongi and Jimin were lying on the couch in their dorm living room at night chatting about different things (because in reality that’s what Yoonmin loves to do with each other)

when Yoongi said.(for a second time that night)

“I can’t imagine my life without you” or “I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life with you.”

Jimin sat in silence for a while, scrunching up his nose (in that cute way he does) in confusion.

“Hyung, are you proposing?” he asked looking up at Yoongi. Yoongi was confused by the question but then said something like:

“I know we can’t get married in Korea, but if we could would, you marry me?” or like “I know it’s impossible because no1 we are idols no2 no one knows about us(*supposedly they hadn’t ‘come out’ to the rest of BTS, despite the fact that BTS knew they’d end up together before them*) and no3 we live in a country where marriage between men is not allowed, but lets say non of these were in the way. Would you want to spend the rest of your life with me?”

And then Jimin kissed him softly and ran his fingers through Yoongi’s black hair.

“Of course I’d marry you, Yoongi. I love you way too much. And even if we can’t get married, I’d still want to spend the rest of my life with you, no matter what.” And they kissed again.

They exchanged gentle kisses for a couple of minutes until Jimin pulled back and said.

“Yoongi? I think we can.”

“What?” Yoongi asked, a little light-headed from Jimin’s kisses.

“I think we can get married. I have an idea.” Jimin said.

So Jimin explained his idea, that being them going to the United States for their Wings Tour and getting married there. They’d do it in private, just the two of them and a witness *they later decided on RM, because no1 he was the leader and deserved to know, no2 he wouldn’t judge them(none of the boys would but those were Jimin’s insecurities talking) and no3 he could speak english so they would be able to communicate with the people there*. They’d do it on their second day in New Ark, NJ, in the morning before they started getting ready for the concert. When I tell you I did research for this I’m not kidding. I literally looked up ‘how can gay couples get married in Newark?’. I don’t even know what I’m doing with my life anymore.

“No one has to know. We won’t cause a scandal, because no one will find out. We’ll tell management that we went out to get coffee or whatever. We’ll just go and sign the papers. And in the future, if marriage gets legal back at home and we can be who we really are without fear, we can actually have a ceremony there.” Jimin said.

Anyways, during the next week they did their own research, filling out marriage license applications, talking with Namjoon (RM told them that they all knew and would all be present that day). Everything was settled before they left for the tour. They had even booked the appointment with the center.

Then I got inspiration and created this, which happened during their stop in NY before heading to Chile. During the rest of the tour they were pretty much occupied with rehearsals and sleep. They got the same room in hotels and, even though they were really tired every night, they always kissed each other good night and whispered a ‘saranghe’ before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

So as I said, this is all in my brain. I know it’s fake and I know that ‘of course Yoongi and Jimin aren’t getting married in real life and you are stupid for thinking it can actually happen.’ That’s what I told my self a week ago and I had almost forgotten about it, when Day 2 of the Newark concert came around and I saw this:

The photo was taken after their concert on their second day in Newark.

Then I noticed the ring on Jimin’s finger.

Jimin’s been wearing this ring for quite a while now, but the fact that it was on his fourth finger and the fact that Yoongi

had the same one on his fourth finger got me going crazy. Of course it’s a coincidence but I can’t help but think of this other reality. I’m mean, yes nothing’s real, but what if?

Anyways I wanted to share this, because

1. I wanted to know if anyone else in this world had the same thoughts (please tell me, I want to know)

2. I am Yoonmin trash and just can’t help it.

3. I hope someone writes a fanfic about this.  I’d do it but I can’t write. And if you do let me know!

4. I don’t know what I’m doing with my life anymore…

Anyways thanks for reading! I hope I didn’t tire you. But then again if I did you wouldn’t be reading this now. ;)

Have a wonderful rest of the day!! And enjoy this married couple.

Credits to the owners of the pictures.

Exo Reaction to His Wife Giving Birth to a Girl Instead of a Boy and She is Worried Because He Wanted an “Heir”, But He Loves Her to Wife’s Surprise

Xiumin: He saw you happily holding your new baby girl and his heart swelled with joy. He’d be so I’m in love with the sight. When he saw you frowning he’d ask why. He’d laugh it off and tell you how much he loves you and your daughter.

Originally posted by baozzis

Luhan: He’d look down at her and notice the little things. Her nose scrunching when cried, her hard trying to grab onto something. He’d offer his finger and would sigh in content when she wrapped her tiny fingers around it. He’d look at you with so much love. “My girls…I like that.”

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Kris: He would be upset upon learning it was a girl but when she opened her eyes to him and he saw his own. He was taken. He’d hold her like she was fragile glass and tell her he would protect her at all costs. It was the most important day of his life.  He never wanted it to end.

Suho: He knew you were worried when you could barely hold a smile at your baby. He’d go and very gently pet her head. He’d tell you how beautiful she was and that as long as he was there nothing would happen to you or your baby girl.

Originally posted by qrishan

Lay: He would be so emotional when he sees his new angel. He would want to hold her immediately but didn’t want to take her from your arms. When you tried to apologize for not delivering a boy he’d laugh. “She’s perfect. Innocence that could even rival an angel.”

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Baekhyun: He would look at her like he just won the world. He couldn’t wait to protect and spoil her to death. He’d take her from you when you offered her up and would melt when she opened her eyes and looked at him, making her baby noises.

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Chen: Would become so happy. His whole body would shake with happiness. He knew he wouldn’t get his heir but now he had something better. A baby girl to come home to and a wife to help take care of him. He finally got a look at what he had and was so happy with it.

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Chanyeol: He was so in love with your daughter already he didn’t even notice your worry for it. He shook when he was handed her but calmed down and cooed softly at her. “My beautiful girl. I will always love you.” It would calm you down a bunch hearing his words.

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D.O: He was another one who was bitter at first, but it was gone fast as you bought stuff for her. He would get excited from every shoe or toy. When you finally gave birth to your daughter he would thank you for blessing him with the baby girl.

Originally posted by smileysoo

Kai: Was so excited to meet your baby for the first time and helped you through birth. When he finally got his chance to hold his bundle he would smile down at her scrunched up face before looking at you. “She’s beautiful…Like her mother.”

Originally posted by blondejongin

Tao: He didn’t care much when you said something about her as you held your daughter in your arms. He gently touched her and and smiled. “I don’t see what you mean. She is beautiful and we should love her.” You finally smiled at your baby and nodded promising him you did. “Good. She is our daughter after all.”

Originally posted by shinylightblue

Sehun: When he found out about his daughter he would be a bit upset. When you talked to him and explained it wasn’t your choice he would chill a bit, but his breaking point was looking at her in your arms. He knew his world was changed, for better or worse was up to fate.

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anonymous asked:

Hii I love your writing! Could you please write one where Veronica and jughead start bonding a lot over music or something and Betty gets a lil insecure and jealous so she tries bonding with guys from the football team? Thank you!

Thank you so Much! And this ones cute!

Was she really becoming the third wheel in her own relationship? This was getting ridiculous.

Tapping her fingers against the cool metal table at pops, she rested her chin in her other palm, watching her boyfriend and her best friend laugh and exchange phones.

Betty was happy that they were getting along, really she was. It was important that the two most important people in her life were friendly with each other.

But was excluding her in all conversations really necessary?

Jughead and Veronica had so much in common, much more than Betty shared with jughead.

It made her anxious, nervous and a little sad.

For the last few weeks, she had watched them bond over music, movies, food, everything. It made her slightly uneasy. She would never show it though, that was selfish and if Betty cooper was one thing, it was unselfish.

So here she was just watching, no one had made any attempt to involve her in the conversation and she sure wasn’t about to interrupt

Maybe it was just jealousy? It probably was. Ron seemed to understand things, Betty had no clue about. The final straw had come earlier in the day.

She had overheard ginger and tia talking about how attractive a couple jughead and Veronica made, looking at them now, she couldn’t help but agree.

Okay cooper , she thought in her head, how does one get over jealousy?

Suddenly she remembered trev morrows invitation to the car show for tonight at central high.


If they didn’t want to talk to her she would just have to find other ways to entertain herself. Standing up she stretched

“Okay, I’m gonna get going.”

Jughead and Veronica finally tore their eyes from the video they had been watching, Jughead standing to walk her home.

“No, no you guys stay here, I’m actually going to head to the car show with trev at central.”

Jugheads eyes widened and Veronica looked more surprised than him. Jughead moved towards her

“Trev morrow? You’re going out with trev morrow? To the car show?”

She couldn’t help the tiny bubble of satisfaction she felt when she saw him getting nervous.

“Yep, it’s just two friends hanging out. I’ve really gotta get going. I’ll text you both tonight.”

Jughead went in for a kiss, still confused, Betty dodged him practically sprinting towards the door.

He just stood their in the middle of pops, staring after her .

He turned to Veronica “did I miss something.”

Veronica shook her head confused.

Jughead was mess this morning, he had texted Betty all night and was about to walk over to her house, until she finally responded at 11:30

BETS: Just got home, going to bed, see you tommorow

JUGHEAD: okay I love you.

He had never gotten a response.

So walking into school, he was about to find out what was bothering his gorgeous girlfriend.

What he didn’t expect to see was , Betty, surrounded by half the football team, laughing.

Okay that was enough.

Pushing through the gaggle of air headed jocks , he grabbed Betty by the hand and tugged her towards the blue and gold office.

“Hey! I was talking to my friends!”

“Yeah well, now you’re talking to me, something you didn’t seem to want to do last night.”

“We were all hanging out at the car show, we were just discussing what we saw.”

Jughead pushed her into the office closing the door and turning around.

“What’s going on Betty?”

She crossed her arms defiantly


He shook his head, moving to stand across from her

“I know I may not have all that much experience with dating, but I know you, and I know when you’re upset.”

Her shoulder slumped and she avoided his eyes, looking past his shoulder.

“Why don’t you ask Veronica, I’m sure she’ll explain everything.”

His eyebrows knitted in confusion.

“Veronica? Why would I ask Veronica, you’re my girlfriend?”

She finally looked into his eyes

“It sure doesn’t feel like it.”

Suddenly something switched in him.

She was jealous, he had been neglecting his girlfriend for her best friend. He moved to stand in front of her to cup her face.

“Betty look at me” she brought her eyes up to meet his. “I’m sorry, i didn’t even realize I wasn’t including you, I’m an idiot, you know how I get when I’m in into something.”

She grasped the hands grabbing her face
“It’s not that! I’m happy you guys get along so well, it’s just… I can’t compete with her, you guys have so much in common. I’m afraid you’re gonna realize how good you two could be together.” Her eyes were sad

Jughead shook his head smiling softly

“Ron is great Betty,and it’s awesome that we have some things in common, but she’s just my friend. You’re my girlfriend, I like Ron but I love you. I like that we can teach each other things, and I love seeing your face when I introduce you to new music and foods. That’s why we work so well together babe, opposites attract.” He smiled down at her.

She melted into him, sighing

“I just love you, I don’t wanna lose you.”

He grabbed her by the chin, placing a gentle kiss on her nose.

“You’re not gonna lose me, but speaking of losing someone, should I be worried about those football idiots?” He said his face turning angry.

She giggled
“No, they’re just my friends. I just wanted you to know what it felt like. It was pretty stupid honestly.” She scrunched her nose up.

“It worked, I hated feeling like that. Maybe I’m selfish, but I want you all to myself.”

She picked her head up capturing his lips with his.

“I know the feeling.”

Introducing Joora

his was the spawn of just looking at Jonas and Noora together in a gifset. And they just look so nice together!! Also Noora deserves better than what happened with William :( 

(also much thanks to @evakshalla and @kardemomme-kisses for making sure it wasn’t a complete failure)


Noora thinks she should be happy.

It’s one of those nights, right? Her friends are gathered around her, drinking, laughing, cheering out toasts to the newly moved-in Isak and Even. It’s a happy night. Full of joy and new beginnings and-


She’s miserable. She’s been miserable for the past two weeks when William Skyped her and told her that he met someone new. And that whatever they had- whatever struggles they went through, moments they shared- it wasn’t enough.

Noora wasn’t enough. And that fucking sucked.

But she couldn’t just- tell her friends that. Her friends who stuck through all of last year’s drama. Who were literally willing to break the law in order to salvage her relationship with William. How does she tell them it was all for nothing?

Noora takes another small sip of beer and looks around the room. The party was finally starting to wind down (thank God); Eva was practically passed out on Vilde’s lap, Chris snuffling peacefully against the leg of the couch and Sana… peering at her phone, fingers typing away furiously. Isak and Even, curled together, whispering into each other’s mouths.

She has to look away. She needs a second to breathe because if she doesn’t get away, she might end up resenting Isak and Even and her friends for their happiness while she-

Noora slips off the couch quietly and makes her way to the little alcove kitchen, placing both palms flat on the counter. Breathe one, two, three…

One, two, three… one, two, three

And then there is the remnants of a song in the vestiges of her mind as she’s mouthing the lyrics to herself and wonders why the pressure in her chest feels so tight. “Saying I love you is not the words I want to hear from…”

“Everything okay?”

Noora whirls around, only to be met with calm brown eyes under dark, dark brows.

“Jonas,” Noora lets out another breath, “Sorry. You scared me.”

He shrugs off her apologies, “No worries. You look uh- intense. In thought and shit.”

She forces a smile, shifting a bit when he moves further into the kitchen and sets down several empty beer bottles in the sink. Whatever does remain in them, he pours down the sink and rinses. At her look he chuckles, “Doesn’t feel right to take over their new place for a party and stick them with the mess.”

“Yeah,” she returns lamely, but joins him at the sink and takes her own beer to empty. They are silent for a few minutes and it’s weird because they’ve never really had a reason tho hangout on their own. It’s always been Isak or Eva buffering between them. So the silence stretches on until she can’t take it anymore. “Are you- um… having fun?”

Jonas nods easily enough and peers down at her from his lashes, “Yeah, of course. I’m so happy for Isak and Even. Really.”

“Me too.”

And then there is a knowing smile at the corners of Jonas’s lips and Noora wants to shrug it off like she’s told Eva to do so many times, but there isn’t even a hint of malice when Jonas hip bumps her. “They’re so disgustingly romantic though right?” He laughs, “I mean it’s cute, but I always feel like I’m intruding on a private moment when I catch them together.”

Noora smiles, “Try living with them.”

“Can’t even imagine.” When they run out of bottles to rinse and dispose of, Jonas turns and leans his hip against the sink, “Like living in a Valentine’s Day card.”

The horror.

Noora’s nose scrunches on it’s own accord, “Valentine’s day. You know what Valentine’s day is?”

“A capitalistic scheme that seeks to suck million’s dollars in revenue based on the commercialized view of love?”

Noora blinks and adopts the haughtiest tone she could muster, “That and a holiday that restricts itself to those only in relationships and unintentionally alienates those who aren’t into a bottomless hole of despair.”

Jonas makes a pleased sound and Noora can’t help but laugh a bit, dropping the act, “You didn’t have a Valentine either this year, did you?”

“No and I wanted one so bad.” Jonas shakes his head, “Damn. Maybe next year though. Who knows, though. This year was Isak’s turn. Maybe next year will be mine.”

And then they were both just looking at each other quietly for a few moments, but the silence seemed less oppressive then it had just a few minutes before. Nevertheless it had to be broken and Jonas was the one to do it, “What was the song you were humming earlier?”

Noora cocks her head in confusion for several seconds. And then remembers.

“Nothing.” she says a little glumly, “Just a song I used to love strumming on the guitar.”

“Ayeee,” Jonas snaps at her, “Did I know you played the guitar? I do too. I play a pretty suave cover I’m Yours by Jason Mraz.”

“Pretty suave? Okay Michael Buble.”

Jonas rolls his eyes playfully, “The sass. We should join forces sometime and play. I already low-key told Isak that I’d perform for him at his and Even’s hypothetical/ probably not hypothetical wedding. You should join me on the hypothetical stage.”

And that weirdly actually sounded like a blast.

“Yeah,” Noora nodded, but then shook her head, “Actually I don’t- the guitar wasn’t mine. I don’t have one.”

“No worries. I have a couple.”

“Jonas!” They both turned to the hall where Isak’s drunken slurs echoed, “Jonnasss.”

The very guy chuckles, “I’m going to go see what Isak wants. But we really should jam sometime.” He turns to exit, but hesitates at the entrance of the hallway, “And Noora- I’m uh- sorry things with William didn’t work out. But I think you might deserve someone much better.”

Then he’s gone and Noora realizes after a few moments that she didn’t even try to correct him about William.

And that she now had I’m Yours stuck in her head.

Falling slowly

So, I definitely got more out of my second read through of Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts. 

One of the things that struck me is how Viktor thinks about Yuuri, and when he does it. We know that at the end of the chapter, at the age of 23, Viktor is ‘completely in love with Yuuri’. But the bit before he says this is very telling: 'Viktor had known for a long time where the path he was walking would eventually lead’. See that? He had known for a long time.  Perhaps he didn’t think it in the words he uses at the end of the chapter, but he knew he was falling all the same.  And when I read through the chapter I just saw so much evidence of Viktor falling. He’s been falling slowly for a long time, and we can see it happen through the chapter. 

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Summary: Ian and Mickey’s children have a sudden interest in their fathers past.

Word Count: 1342

Notes: I got this request through my messages, here it is :)

As Yevgeny and Rae were growing up, they never had heard about their fathers past. Now that Yev was nearing the age of fifteen, his interest was peaking. In the midst of her older brothers nosiness, Rae started to wonder too. The girl was only twelve, but she was a clever one.

There had been a few times that both children caught their fathers whispering about their parents, but it was never for a long period of time— not enough to inform the kids of anything drastic.

All of this questionative thoughts were running through Yevgeny’s head, so he decide to be straight out with it. He grabbed the remote and paused the television show that they had on. “What the fuck, Yev?” Mickey asked his son.

Yevgeny rolled his eyes. “Why don’t you ever tell us about what you guys were like when you were kids?”

Mickey shook his head. “No, no, no—”

“Mick,” Ian said sternly. “We could tell them a few things.” He looked from his husband to their children, and gave them a weak smile.

The other man put his head down. “Fine. Don’t say nothing stupid,” he said to his husband.

“What do you guys want to hear about?” Ian asked his kids. Though there was sincerity in his voice, there was a thick amount of anxiety.

Rae started smiling widely. All of her friends talk about how their parents met, now she gets to find out about her own. “I wanna know how you met.”

Mickey quietly snorted and shook his head. A big smile flashed across Ian’s face. “Well, when J was fifteen, Aunt Mandy really wanted to, um, she wanted to date me—”

“She wanted to fuck you,” Yev said with raised eyebrows. Ian’s eyes widened and he gave his son a disapproving look for his choice of words.

Rae slapped her brother in the back of the head. “Only Papa and Dad can curse like that!”

Ian nodded. “Well anyway, when I let Aunt Mandy know that I did not like her, she took it the wrong way and fuckin’ told your Papa that I tried some bad things on her and Papa tried to kill me.” He looked back at Mickey. “And here we are now.” He leaned back to kiss him husband’s head.

“Hold up,” Yevgeny said. “You tried to kill him?” He looked at Mickey.

“Yeah,” Mickey shrugged. “I took some gun from his boss though after it was sorted out, but then he came to my house and tried getting it back from me with a fucking tire iron. We fought and then that’s when we got together.”

Yevgeny couldn’t really believe his ears, but neither could Rae. “You beat the shit out of each other and fu– hooked up in the same night?”

The men shared a loving glance to each other. “Crazy, right?” They smirked when they saw their children’s baffled looks.

“Well, that’ll be a strange story to tell my friends,” Rae said with a cocked eyebrow, causing her fathers to laugh.

“There you go, now you know about our past,” Mickey said. Though they did share some fond memories, it always brought him back to the back.

Yevgeny shook his head. “Wait, what about your families. We’ve never been told about your parents? And also where does Mom come into this whole equation if you two have been together so long?” He raised his eyebrow.

Ian and Mickey immediately tensed up at their son’s words. They have specifically avoided talking about their parents, and their first encounter with Svetlana. Rae noticed there uncomfortableness, and grabbed her older brother’s arm and shook her head as if to tell him not to press any harder.

“Uhh, we both had really bad parents—”

“Ian,” Mickey’s voice cracked a little. “You sure you want to talk about this?” His face held a lot of worry. Ian nodded slightly.

The redhead huffed out a breath. “Like I said, we had really bad parents. Really, really bad.”

“Fucking alcoholics and drug addicts,” Mickey spat.

“Y’know how I get sick sometimes and Papa takes care of me til I can get out of bed?” Ian asked his kids and they nodded. “Well, my mother would get sick like that too, but when worse came to worse, she’d leave. She left when I was really young and every couple years she’d come back around and fuck some more shit up. Your grandfather, Frank loved her, he was fucking nuts though— only cared about beer, drugs, and himself. Your Aunt Fiona raised me, not those two assholes.” He shook his head in displeasure.

Rae frowned. She couldn’t imagine not having her parents in her life. “I’m sorry, Dad,” she said sympathetically. Ian shook his head once again and kissed her head.

Yevgeny and Rae then turned their heads to their Papa. It was kind of hard for them to believe Mickey’s parents could be answer worse than that. They assumed it’d be equal.

Mickey noticed their expectant faces and hitched a breath. “Fuck—”

“You don’t have to, Mick,” Ian said, but he shook his head.

“When I was real young, my mom overdosed— died right in front of me, so I didn’t know much about her. I know she had to put up with Terry’s shit though so it’s not a surprise she wanted out. Terry, um, he was terrible. Beat on me, beat on all of his kids. He was always in and out of jail. He hated fags,” Mickey turned his head to Ian.

Ian let out a sad sound. “Really hated us.”

Mickey nodded. “He saw us together once and he beat us pretty bad. He called your mom to come over then— fuck— and then you can put two and two together from there,” he ran his hand over his face.

Rae wasn’t fully understanding of what her father meant but putting ‘two and two together’ but she understood enough to be extremely disturbed. The only difference with Yevgeny was that he fully understood what Mickey meant. The boys jaw was dropped open. “So was that why I was born?” His voice was a bit shaken and Mickey immediately regretted telling him that. Rae frowned at the sadness in her brother’s voice.

Mickey nervously looked at Ian for help, and Ian went over to Yevgeny’s side. “Well, that’s one reason, Yevy, but you know we’re more than thankful to have you. You being here brought me and Papa closer together, and it brought us both closer to Mom.”

“And y’know what they say about fate and shit like that?” Mickey asked in his best attempt to make his son feel okay. “It was fate that me and Ian got to have you— and your mother of course. You’re the best Milkovich man there is to live so far,” he got up and put his arm around his son. He also dragged his daughter over so all four of them were huddled up.

Ian nodded, proud of his husband’s words. “We got blessed havin’ you two crazy kids,” he kissed each of their heads.

Yevgeny finally let out a grin. “Man, you guys were really fucked up,” he snorted.

“Sounds like it to me too,” Raw scrunched her nose sillily.

Ian stuck his tongue out at his daughter. “We are a bit crazy,” he reach across to hit playfully Mickey in the shoulder.

Rae giggled. “I still love you though, no matter how crazy you are,” she said with an undeniable sincerity.

“Yeah, I love you guys,” Yevgeny said. For a teenager, it was common to be iffy on how to show love, but Yev knew how to when he needed.

Ian and Mickey smiled at the kids and then at each other. “We love you too,” they said simultaneously.

Mickey felt a warmth suddenly grow in his chest. After all that shit that he never wanted to speak of, he did it today, and everything was still perfect. The Gallagher-Milkovich family was perfect, and nothing could ever break that apart.


“H, that was so freakin’ amazing and you’re walking right past me and ignoring me.”

H stormed right past me as he walked off the stage and right into his dressing room. Walking in behind him, I shut the door as he threw his suit jacket onto the leather couch and ran a hand over his face, turning his head away from me. I could see him going through his performance in his head, nitpicking every little thing he did wrong and kicking himself over the last few moments of the song. 

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“What was that love?” (Tom Holland)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Reader is staying a few days with Tom’s family and Tom and his brothers have decided to take it upon themselves to make fun of her Australian accent

Word Count: 830

Warning(s): None

Requested by: @dr-tardis-who

A/N: Sorry if my Australian slang is horrible, I tried my best.

(Also my requests are open)

“Hey cutie.” Tom’s arms wrapped around at me as I cut carrots for dinner.

“Hi.” I smiled as he lightly kissed the back of my head.

“It smells good.” He smiled.

“Tom!” Nicki frowned coming into the Holland kitchen. “I told you boys out until dinner.” She walked toward her son who dropped his arms from around my waist.

“Mum, I can help—”

“The last time you helped you burned the roast.” She frowned. “Out. Now.”

“But my girlfriends here.” He frowned.

“She told you out Tom.” I grinned at him. He glanced at me pouting.

“‘She told you out Tom.’” He mocked in a horrible Australian accent.

“Hey!” I blushed.

“Tom.” Nicki said sternly. He backed away winking at me before leaving the kitchen. I turned back to the carrots on the cutting board.

“I don’t know why I date him.” I frowned. Nicki laughed.

“Well I am glad you are.” She smiled. “He’s lucky to have you.” I blushed as we continued to make dinner.

“Hey Y/N!” I heard Harry’s voice. I turned to see him smiling in the doorway.


“How’s the roast?” He asked.

“Good.” I said turning around getting suspicious. “Why are you—”

“Now!” I heard Sam shout before Paddy and Tom ran into the room spraying me with silly string. My mouth fell open silly string fell on me.

“Boys!” Nicki scolded though I could tell she was laughing. I glared at Tom.

“Really?” I asked. He smiled shooting me a wink. The boys laughed as I rolled my eyes. “Rack off.” I mumbled.

“What was that love?” Tom smirked as I glared at him.

“Oh come on Tom.” Harry said. “Just rack off.” I huffed shaking my head tearing the silly string off my face.

“I hate you all.” I glared at them.

“Are you mad Y/N?” Tom asked a smile still on face.

“Yeah I am.” I glared at him. “I’m as mad as a—” I stopped as Tom’s smirk grew wider. He knew what I was going to say. “Stop!” I glared at him. “Stop making fun of my accent.”

“‘Stop making fun of my accent!’” Tom grinned mocking me horribly.

“Okay you two.” Nicki said pushing us all out. “Take this out of the kitchen. Y/N you are excused.” I glared at Tom as we walked out of the kitchen.

“I poisoned your food.” I hissed at him. He laughed.

“Aw come on mate.” He grinned.

“Hey you say that word too.” I frowned at him.

“Not as weird as you do.” He laughed as I shoved him. He grinned at me throwing his arm around my shoulder.

“You realize how much of a jerk you are right?” I mumbled as Tom laughed.


I grinned setting my cards down on the table as the rest of the family groaned.

“You’ve got buckley’s chance of winning Sam.” I grinned at Tom’s brother as he groaned.

“What does that mean?” Paddy asked as Tom chuckled.

“Yeah Y/N what does that mean?” Harry asked. I glared at the boys. For hours they have taken after Tom and decided to make fun of my accent and my terminology.

“It means that you have very little chance.” I mumbled as Tom laughed grinning at his brothers.

“You boys are horrible.” Nicki shook her head.

“It’s all in good fun.” Dominic grinned. “Or going off?” He asked me a smile on his face. I closed my eyes as the boys burst into laughter.

“I’m gonna remind you that I am winning.” I said.

“Not anymore.” Sam grinned placing his cards on his table. “You’ve got buckley’s chance of winning Y/N.” He smirked. I groaned sitting back on the couch as the family laughed again.


“Where are you going?” Tom asked as I took my pillow off his bed.

“The living room.” I mumbled.

“Wait what?” He laughed.

“I’m mad at you.”

“Why?” He asked stepping in front of me.

“Because you were making fun of me!” I glared at him. He grinned.

“It was all in good fun love.” He laughed.

“Well.” I crossed my arms. “I am going to the couch and you can have fun by yourself.” Tom raised his eyebrows a smirk on his face.

“Not like that!” I blushed hitting him with the pillow. “Pervert.” I mumbled trying to get passed him.

“Hey!” He grabbed my arm. “That wasn’t nice.”

“You were making fun of my accent.” I glared at him.

“You know I love you accent.” Tom grinned pulling me closer. I rolled my eyes.

“You love making fun of my accent.” I glared at him.

“Sorry.” He shrugged. “You get so cute when you are mad, you huff and your nose gets all scrunched up. It’s adorable love.” I blushed..

“Jerk.” I mumbled as he pulled me closer wrapping his arms around me.

“Only to you babe.” He grinned down at me pressing his lips on mine kissing me softly before pulling away. “Man.” He smiled pulling away from me. He looked down at me a smile getting bigger on his face. “What a beaut.” I groaned pulling away from him as he laughed.

Monster (Young Remus Lupin x reader)

A/N: the angst i’ve been longing to write has arrived,, idk how i feel about the ending but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

 Request: Could i request…I was wondering if you could do something just a few years out of hogwarts were remus and reader are together and reader starts asking remus about having children and he freaks out at the though and they end up fighting because reader is already pregnant and was hoping to tell him but now it’s all ruined..love your stuff, you mentioned something about angsty requests, I figured if you’d have it a fight might be nice. 

word count: 648 

warnings: aNgSt 

You and Remus have been sitting, legs intertwined, reading for hours. “Hey, Rem?” You close your book to look up at him. God, he’s so gorgeous. The way the light perfectly contours his face when it’s tilted down, like it is now; the way his hair falls in his face slightly; the way he absentmindedly licks his lips or scrunches up his nose as he reads; how could one man be so beautiful? 

 "Mm?“ He doesn’t even bother to glance up, which amuses you for some reason. He’s just so cute when he’s so engulfed in a novel, like that.

You can’t help but smile. “What d'you think about having kids?" 

His eyes flash up, scanning your face frantically. He’s got on this unreadable expression. "I can’t tell if you’re joking or not,” is all he says. 

Your little grin has disappeared and you can feel your heart sink. “Why would I joke about something like that?”

“I don’t know, Y/N. I just- you know that- I can’t really.. have… children,” He utters, his eyes still searching your face for something, though you don’t know what. 

You’re awfully confused now. “What do you mean?” You sit up and pull your legs up to your chest, getting visibly upset. 

He furrows his brows. “I thought it was obvious?” He sits up as well and mirrors you to an extent. You shake your head. “I don’t know if my- condition- is passed down by genetics or not. I mean-”

“Remus, you know that I’ve always wanted children, and you didn’t think this was worth mentioning?” You frown. You feel your chest tightening. “I don’t care if your ’condition’ is passed down by genetics or not!" 

He scoffs at you, "Well, unless you want little monsters popping out of you all willy-nilly, I think it’s a bad idea." 

 Your heart stops at the word, the obvious disgust he held behind it. 


You swallow the lump that’s formed in your throat, "Okay, then.” Feeling tears forming in your eyes, you stand and hastily stumble into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you. You set yourself down on your bed and bury your head in your hands. Sobs wrack through your chest. 

You hear his soft footsteps and then a quiet knock. “Sweetheart?” His voice is infinitely gentler than it was before.




“Can I come in?”

You don’t answer. The door opens and you feel the bed sink down beside you. “I’m sorry.” He moves his arm, about to wrap it around your waist. 

“Don’t, Remus. Don’t,” You snap, pulling away from him. “You said exactly what you meant." 

"No, I didn’t,” He says firmly. “You have to understand that the idea of having children terrifies me. What I meant was, I don’t want to bring someone into this world, knowing they’re gonna have to go through everything I have.” He places a hand on your thigh. “I’m sorry." 

You pause for a moment before uttering, just above a whisper, "If I told you I was pregnant, would you love our child unconditionally?" 

 You feel him tense up next to you slightly. "Of course.” He kisses the top of your head. “Are you telling me you’re pregnant, though?”

 You close your eyes, letting another tear slip out, and nod. 

 "Y/N, please, stop crying,“ Remus cups your face in his hands and wipes away the drops sliding down your cheeks. "Honestly, you’re breaking my heart.” You let out a light giggle at this. “Yes, I’m nervous, but I promise you, I will love our baby with my entire heart; maybe even more than I love you,” He chuckles. “I’m just- I’m so sorry." 

You finally let him take you in his arms. The two of you lay down and he places his hand on your tummy, rubbing it every now and then. A strange little family.

Flowershop AU

You Are My Sunshine by hailsatanstyles (11k)

Harry works at a flower shop and uses his resources to get his classmate, Louis, to fall in love with him.

beautiful (like the flowers in your hair) by doldrums (8k)

Louis isn’t like Harry and Harry isn’t like Louis but somehow together they’re a little beautiful.

In other words, a punk!louis and flowercrown!harry au.

Open Up Your Broken Heart (and Keep on Wanting) by alistoney (49k)

Louis works in a tattoo shop and rides a motorcycle

Harry wears flowers in his hair and does yoga in the morning

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You Deserve Better - Bucky Barnes

summary: You are done with Bucky always leaving out of fear. This time, things are different. Because if he walks out the door, he’s not coming back. 

warnings: angst! 

words: 900+

They say that if you love someone to let them go. If it is true love, they will come back. If not, then it was not meant to be. 

What if you let your someone go, only to have them come back and leave again. Is it true love to keep leaving, but to always return? 

I’d lost Bucky before, but that was years before he was truly separated from HYDRA. So many years I’d spend with him, only to wake up one day with no trace of the metal-armed man I was in love with. He would always return, I just couldn’t help but notice that each time he walked through my front door, his features were more and more confused. There were complications inside his mind that he’d never share with me.

This time, however, was different. I was stronger, louder, more certain that I’d be damned if I let him go without putting up a fucking good fight. “You deserve better than me! I’m not worth the pain, and the constant state of worry! You deserve so much more. So I’m making your decision easier by leaving.” Bucky said. He shook his head and shoved another pair of slacks into his duffle bag. 

I felt a rising heat inside me release a stream of steam. The steam clouded my judgment for a second because suddenly the remote control to the TV was flying towards Bucky’s face. My cheeks were a blotchy red and white and my head was bent. How dare he speak for me. How dare he say what I feel, when he had no clue of what was inside my brain!

 "Don’t tell me what to do, James Buchanan Barnes. You think you know what I deserve, huh? Well, you fucking don’t!“ 

 My arms flew up in fury, I had never felt this upset with Bucky before. Maybe it was because I had never discussed the worth of love with Bucky before. 

Being worthy of love is a universal privilege, and for him to refuse himself of it made this secret lion inside my heart roar in anger. 

"You know what? Your right, no one deserves to live in fear. I sure as hell don’t deserve living in fear. But I would never have to worry about that! Not with you by my side.” A look of confusion was sketched across Bucky’s face. My stomach lurched at the words that were burning inside me, begging to be let free. 

“You are the only thing that I’d give up everything for.” Scratchy sounds were mixed inside my voice, I could feel my body shaking. I was in fear now, fear of losing him again. I knew if he left this time, there was no coming back from that. It would be once and for all. The stakes of losing my Bucky twisted my stomach into a knot. It was all or nothing right now.

 "I don’t choose what I love, I can not help what is born in my heart, Buck. I don’t know why but for some unearthly reason, this universe chose you as my one and only. I can’t help that, and I know you can’t either.“ Bucky’s face was hidden from my eyes but didn’t need to see those beautiful eyes to know that he was crying. I knew this he had the signature scrunched up nose and wrinkled forehead. He kept his face squeezed, trying to fight off his feelings that were unshakable.

He loved me, and he hated himself for that. "You love me, James. Why can’t you see the love I have for you too?" 

"I shouldn’t, though! Why should I be able to love when I took countless loved ones of unknown people. People just like me and you! I don’t get to love when I’ve taken away the light in so many eyes…" 

I felt some sort of fuse in my brain go off with the relentless hatred he kept spewing out about himself. I just couldn’t get my story into his brain, I couldn’t get him to realize what was right in front of him. He was trying to refuse himself of happiness and I couldn’t bear another word to pass across Bucky’s lips. "Stop it! Just fucking stop it! You listen here, James Buchanan! You were not born a machine that HYDRA created, controlling your thoughts and feelings. You were once just a little punk, flirting with any female that passed through Brooklyn. Never alone with that tiny punk at your side.” Bucky’s face wasn’t frowning anymore, it was letting go of all the tension he was holding his head. The harsh wrinkles were slowly disappearing from his face. 

“James, you once had parents who raised you to be the man you are today. With his best friend at his side still. You are so god damn lucky, Bucky. You had to go through hell and back to live like a human being again. You don’t deserve love. You deserve all the love in the world. Don’t think for a second you don’t, I am in love with you Barnes. I can’t help it and I don’t want to help it! I’m standing in front of this handsome, intelligent, strong man. I’m going to be standing by you until the day we parish. I don’t care you have nightmares that could potentially hurt me. Because I know that they aren’t going to be forever. I know that you are going to fight them off with every fiber of your being. Don’t walk out that door acting like what you’re doing is the noble thing to do. You’ll just hurt both of us in the end. Please… stand by me, Buck, and dear god, just… please don’t leave me here all alone.”

I closed my eyes in defeat. I felt a knife in my chest, turning with every second that was passing between Bucky and I. It was so silent, we could hear every breath that the other took. Bucky could hear my hiccups from the lack of words leaving his lips. 

Standing up and pushing his dark locks away from his face, he turned to see you. So small and fragile. Every second passing for Bucky changed his views of love. It hurt to see you so upset right now, and he had caused that. 

If he left, he knew he’d be twisting the knife in your heart even more. If he stayed, he’d be taking his chance of love. He’d be diving into the scariest mission he’d ever come across. This mission, though, felt more important any other that he would ever receive in his life to come. 

The mission of making sure you knew how much you were safe and loved inside his arms was terrifying to think about. Your love was so precious in Bucky’s eyes. He knew he had one more chance to have you in his life. Your happiness, health, and love were Bucky’s mission. Now and forevermore. 

a/n: This was written on a whim so sorry it’s kinda weird O_o. I thought it was cute. So why not share it with you! I hope you like it or you may not that chill too. :) - R .xx

anonymous asked:

I saw that person asking for "sex with Jackson" so I was thinking, how about Got7's Youngjae? (btw, you're theme is super pretty, i'm in love with the color palette <3)

Thank you, it took me so long to decide which color lmao.

Sex with Youngjae.

  • Okay so, he is rather vanilla.
  • Kind of submissive but not into power play that much.
  • Moans loudly.
  • Loves white lingerie.
  • Likes it when you’re on top.
  • Never comes before you.
  • Really good at oral.
  • Likes giving oral.
  • Likes getting oral too but he has to be touching you in some way.
  • I feel like he comes quite fast but can go like 4 rounds.
  • High sex drive.
  • Likes biting you.
  • Likes being bitten.
  • Sometimes a little pet play, on both ends.
  • Loves sex where you are sitting in his lap.
  • Heavy breathing and scrunched nose.
  • Hides is face in your neck when he releases.
  • After sex he is vey giggly and blissed.

anonymous asked:

This can surely not be an original thought but what I need in life is Simon referring to Magnus and Alec as Malec and Magnus gets it because duh hes Magnus but Alec is like ??? And Clary explains to him this important part of Mundane culture. Magnus gets them coffee cups with Malec printed on them.

Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood
Rating: G, Word Count: 615
Canon Universe, Fluff, POV Alec, Alec doesn’t understand Mundane culture

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They don’t get many days like this, where they can just hang out and do nothing. Now that the whole mess with Valentine and The Circle is over, they’re a little more frequent, but there are still Demons slipping into this dimension, there are still Downworlders and Shadowhunters who think the Accords don’t apply to them. So when they get a chance to relax, they take full advantage.

They’re all at Magnus’ loft, Alec and Magnus, Jace, Isabelle, Clary, Simon, and Maia said she might stop by when her shift at the bar is over. Alec would’ve loved to have Magnus to himself, but having his boyfriend curled into his side while watching Jace and Simon argue over the rules of Snakes and Ladders, is almost as much fun.

‘What did I miss?’ Isabelle asks from behind a stack of pizza boxes. Clary immediately jumps up to help her, and the two distribute the food.

‘You were gone for five minutes,’ Alec points out.

‘With all of us here, a lot can happen in five minutes,’ Isabelle says.

‘Not this time,’ Simon says. ‘Jace is being a stubborn ass–’

‘My most charming trait,’ Jace grins.

‘–and Malec is being adorable. Nothing new,’ Simon finishes.

The entire room falls silent. Alec frowns. What did he just miss? And what the hell is Malec? He looks to Jace for help, but his brother is looking at Simon with vicious delight. Isabelle looks just as confused as Alec feels, but then her eyes widen and she lights up with pure joy. Clary has her hand clapped over her mouth like she’s trying to hold back her laughter. 

Alec looks to Magnus next, but his boyfriend has his phone out, scrolling through websites with a soft smile on his face. There’s a glint in his eyes that Alec knows to be wary of. The last time that glint appeared, it ended with Magnus assigning one of the lesser used guestrooms to the fire breathing snake he took back from Camille.

‘What just happened?’ he finally asks.

‘Uhm…’ Simon looks pained, and if he were still able to blush, his face would be bright red.

‘You gave them a ship name,’ Jace grins, then starts laughing.

‘I love it,’ Isabelle says, patting Simon on the shoulder.

Simon drops his head on the coffee table with a groan.

This doesn’t help Alec figure out what just happened. If anything, it makes things more confusing. He raises his eyebrows, waiting for anyone to actually explain things.

‘It’s a Mundane thing,’ Clary says.

No wonder he has no idea what’s going on. Out of everyone here, he’s the least versed in Mundane culture.

‘When people are in a relationship, or others think they should be in a relationship, they mash their names into one word.’ Clary scrunches her nose like she’s thinking. ‘There’s a lot of variations actually. Sometimes they take traits of the people and mash them together. And they do it with friendships, too.’

That sort of explains it. A little.

‘Anyway, Malec is Magnus and Alec,’ Clary adds, realizing he’s not really following.

‘That’s ridiculous,’ Alec says, unwilling to admit he kind of likes it. There’s now a word that specifically means his relationship with Magnus.

‘Too bad,’ Magnus says, holding up his phone. On the screen there is the order for two mugs with “Malec” written in beautiful cursive. One mug is gold, the other green.

‘Couldn’t you just have snapped your fingers?’ Alec asks.

‘Never use magic when there are true craftsman out there, my love,’ Magnus says.

Alec smiles and presses a kiss to the top of Magnus’ head. At least it’s not another fire breathing snake.

Dancing- Jake Virtanen

Originally posted by bitterbutterbattle

Ok so this one is like my Willy one, steam but NOT smut, so once again… read at your own comfort level! You guys are so awesome I love you all and thank you all for all of the support! Enjoy guys!

Warning: alcohol, drunk girls, steam

Anon Request: Have you ever written about Jake virtanen? Idk but could you write one where he sees the reader dance really sexually and he gets really horny?


              You weren’t sure how you had talked Jake into coming with your friends to the club, but you were glad.

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