i love this shot way too much

Imagine being Dean’s daughter and announcing to him that you are dating Jack.

“Him?” Dean’s rough voice broke the heavy silence that had set between the two of you “You are dating him?” he all-but-growled as he stared deeply in your eyes.

“Well, I- I wouldn’t say exactly dating yet, he’s not that familiar with the term and I’m-”

“Yet?!” Dean exclaimed, his voice coming slightly high-pitched “Yet? You mean this will keep going on?!”

“Well, yes dad of course it is!” you huffed, rolling your eyes “That’s why I am telling you, because this is actually important to me. And maybe Jack doesn’t quite understand the terms yet but I know that his feelings are real, that all of this between him and I is real as well.”

“Which again brings me back to my original question: Him?!” he looked at you with so much shock it made you groan and cross your arms over your chest.

“Will you try to be a little less surprised, please? I thought you’d be a little less shocked at your daughter-”

“Dating the son of Lucifer? Oh yeah!” he cut you off full of sarcasm and a hint of angst “Why the hell would I ever mind that (Y/n)?!”

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Fall Out Boy Songs for the Signs

ARIES: Tell That Mick He Just Made My List Of Things To Do Today // Breaking hearts has never looked so cool, as when you wrap your car around a tree, your makeup looks so great next to his teeth

TAURUS: Centuries // Until you die for me, as long as there’s a light, my shadow’s over you, cause I am the opposite of amnesia, and you’re a cherry blossom, you’re about to bloom, you look so pretty, but you’re gone so soon

GEMINI: Miss Missing You // I will sing to you every day, if it will take away the pain, oh and I’ve heard you got it, got it so bad, cause I am the best you’ll never have

CANCER: Young and Menance // Oops I, did it again, I forgot what I was losing my mind about, oh, I only wrote this down to make you press rewind, and send a message: I was young and a menace

LEO: Bang the Doldrums // And I cast a spell over the west to make you think of me, the same way I think of you, this is a love song in my own way, happily ever after below the waist

VIRGO: Fame < Infamy // I am God’s gift but why would he bless me with, such wit without a conscience equipped, I’m addicted to the way I feel when I think of you, whoa, “There’s too much green to feel blue”

LIBRA: I’m Like a Lawyer with the Way I’m Always Trying to Get You Off (Me & You) // We’re the new face of failure, prettier and younger but not any better off, bulletproof loneliness at best, at best

SCORPIO: I’ve Got a Dark Alley and a Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song) // We’re the kids who feel like dead ends, and I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses, I took a shot and didn’t even come close, at trust and love and hope, and the poets are just kids who didn’t make it, and never had it at all

SAGITTARIUS: Death Valley // Cause we are alive, here in death valley, but don’t take love off the table yet, cause tonight it’s just fire alarms and losing you, we love a lot so we only lose a little

CAPRICORN: Tiffany Blews // Oh baby, you’re a classic, like a little black dress, you’re a faded moon, stuck on a little hot mess 

AQUARIUS: Hum Hallelujah // I thought I loved you, it was just how you looked in the light, a teenage vow in a parking lot, ‘til tonight do us part, I sing the blues and swallow them too

PISCES: Golden // Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams, where the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens, and I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me

I just want a fic where Davos fucking adopts all of the remaining Starks.
Lord Commander Mormont is dead? Looks like Jon will be needing a father-figure who gives good advice.
Sansa was brutalized and abused by the Boltons? I might not be Ned but I can lend an ear when you need to talk.
Arya has extreme abandonment issues? Literally nothing in the Seven Kingdoms could make me leave you behind.
Bran and Meera got back from their super-intense journey up north? I’ll draw a bath for them and make sure we have good tea prepared.

He ain’t Ned by a long shot but he’s too much of a dad to ever let them go alone just give me this.

Just a movie, babe (S.M. smut)

A/N: Okay i actually got myself aroused while writing oh my gawd! its smutty as fuck. ENJOY!


Shawn’s P.O.V.

I unlock the door and open it, and before I can even get a foot in the door I hear Y/n’s voice yelling.

“Shawn! oh thank god” not a second later i see her running towards the door…towards me terror on her face. I drop my jacket and keys so she can run into my arms. “WHAT! Whats the matter babe!?” I ask, panic in my voice. She wraps her arms around my neck and hold her tighter than i’ve ever held anything in my life. 

“I just watched that movie with that psycho hockey player!” she cried out….her face is still hidden my neck but I let go of her waist. My facial expression instantly changes from anxious to blank. 

“Friday the 13th” I correct her. 

“yeaaah. oh my god i’m so glad you’re home Shawnie i was so scared here alone” she whimpers. “get off of me” I chuckle, backing away from her and picking up the items I dropped a second ago. 

“what? nooo you’re suppose to protect me!” she gasped. “From…Netflix? its just a movie babe” I shake my head and make my way the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. “for a second there i thought you were a good boyfriend” she pouts while locking the door and walking into the kitchen after me. I look down at her and she rolls her eyes, taking the water bottle from my hands and drinking a sip. “For a second there i thought you were actually in danger. And would a bad boyfriend let you steal their water?” I smirk before taking the bottle back. I take a sip but almost spill some on myself when pokes me in the side.

“jerk! id like to see you sit through a scary movie without feeling the least bit paranoid” she challenged.

“Let’s watch one tonight then”

“Hell no! i’m already freake-”

“I’m here now so I wont let a hockey player or anyone else get my girl” I know she loves it when I call her that. I see her fighting back the smile it always causes. “okay fine but i swear to god if you try to scare me later on i’m going to strangle you” she squints her eyes to try and intimidate me but all it does is make it even harder for me to take her serious. She so short and doe eyed, its really hard for me to be scared of her. 

45 minutes later

“Shawn you’re supposed to be watching this” she giggled pushing my hand away from her thigh. “Id rather be doing this though” I smirk, moving my hand back to her leg and leaving a wet kiss on her collarbone. She sighs with a smile and crosses her arms. “i shouldn’t let you even sit on the same couch as me considering you told me to get off of you earlier” she teased

“haha y/n” I started “but remember what happened before that?”

“You were holding me?” she guessed, looking over at me.

“Yeah. I thought something was wrong and that-….I don’t know” I ran a hand through my hair, reliving that moment when my heart felt like it was going to explode from how fast it was beating.

What would you have done if there was a real killer in here?” she questioned. 

“I usually say violence isn’t the answer but I guess i’d have to kill him” I laugh. I see her eyes turn a bit darker and she took a deep breath. “….did that turn you on or something?” I joke. She doesn’t verbally answer but she guides my hand back to her thigh, and then further up to one of my favorite places on her body. I start rubbing her thought her pajama shorts and judging by how soft she feels right now, i’m one hundred percent positive she isn’t wearing panties. 

She bites her lip and whimpers while pressing my hand harder into her. With her other hand she pulls her shorts to the side and waits for me to do the rest. I rub for a few more seconds to make sure she’s absolutely dripping for me.

I finally have her where I want her and by now she’s almost at her peak. I take two of my fingers and wet them in my mouth before sliding them inside her. Her mouth is hanging open, a look of disbelief on her face. “sh- shawaann” she gasped. I shake my head “I know I know, that was really dirty” I chuckle, still pumping in and out of her.

 “mmm baby you..you’ve never done that…that was h-hot” she struggled through her moans. “fuck” I grunt before pulling away from her and undoing my belt and zipper quicker than I ever have before. Without me having to tell her, she swung a leg over me and pulled her shorts to the side once again. She pulls my hard-on out of my boxers and runs her thumb over the head of it. 

“aahh baby..fuck ride me” I groan

She sinks down on me, the material of her shorts are out of the way but still add some friction every time she comes back down. Her hands find my hair and I can feel my climax building with every stroke. My hands grip her ass and i help move her up and down. “nnh shawnie right there..” she whimpers. I guide her face to my neck and she begins nibbling at my jaw line. She picks up the pace for a second before pulling me out almost all the way. She’s teasing me

“ don’t you fucking stop y/n” I growl in her ear. She starts to grind again but this time, she starts to lose her rhythm. She’s close, so am I.

“i’m almost there baby oooh fuck…yes” she nods at me and i’m assuming she feels the same. Just when I feel her clench around me, I lose it. I throw my head back and squeeze her ass just enough to make her really feel it.

  I’m moaning out her name along with a list of profanities, she’s riding out her high and when I glance down I can see her biting on her finger. I could cum again just watching her. My breathing evens out and even though we’ve both finished, she’s still slowly grinding on me. She leans forward and kisses me with so much passion, it makes me smile. 

I just love her so much.

I grab her waist to stop her movements because my dick is way too sensitive right now. “another go?” she chirps. “give me like 20 minutes babe”

We laugh and she pulls herself off of me, shifting her attention to the tv to catch the last scene of that damn movie.

I’M BACK!! YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. IT’S TIME FOR MORE POST-SPN SCOUTTHOUGHTS!!

  • THE WAY DEAN LOOKS AT CAS AAAAA
  • JACK YAY
  • AWWWW GEEZ AW GOSH OH HE IS IS SO CUTE JACK LOOK AT HIM OH GOLLY
  • DEAN IS SO EXCITED
  • team free will 2.0 i am in love
  • cas and jack omg
  • dean snoring omg
  • JACK AND CAS THEY ARE SO PURE
  • “jack i WOULDNT DO THAT” how many times has dean accidentally shot cas once he woke up
  • “he’s an angry sleeper. LIKE A BEAR” CAS. TIEL.
  • CAS’S FAKE ACCENT. HOWDY PARTNER
  • THE SLOW MO???? AM I HAVING A FEVER DREAM
  • jensen gets to use his southern accent lookit him
  • i am just chinhandsing my way through this whole ep
  • AW NO JACK YOU TRIED TOO HARD
  • nougat son :(
  • “HMM-MM. NOPE. I DONT WANNA” this is such a good dean ep
  • i feel like that headshot was a bit extreme but i’m into it
  • BUT JACK!! TEAM FREE WILL 2.0

jack no NO YOUR DADS LOVE YOU SO MUCH COME BACK

13x01 - Episode Review Part 1

In which Dean just about held it together… and I did not. 

This review will be in several parts. I have separated it into several sections that I wish to talk about because hot damn. What an episode! This Part 1 focuses on Dean’s grief and Destiel and saying goodbye to Castiel. 

Firstly, an introduction

As I sit here, surrounded by three friends who I met on tumblr, BECAUSE of this show, I am amazed at how far I have come. I did not think that when I joined this fandom I would ever get to this moment, but my gosh what an amazing feeling this is. To all of you out there – reach out to people, you really won’t regret what you find. 

I adored this episode. I screamed, I even shed a single man tear whilst holding on to @amwritingmeta quite tightly… sorry Annelie if I hurt you at all. @tinkdw, @margarittet and @amwritingmeta you guys are wonderful and I am so glad that I have been able to flail and scream along to this awesome episode with you. Thank you for sharing this crazy obsession with me.

Part 1 - Love, Grief and Saying Goodbye

THEY USED METALLICA’S NOTHING ELSE MATTERS AS THE OPENING SONG! We were two seconds in and @margarittet had to pause because we all collectively SCREAMED that they chose to use this as the open song AS WELL! @tinkdw said that she wanted to try and guess what the opening song was this season but I don’t think ANY OF US considered that they would reuse “Nothing Else Matters” because its just so on the nose isn’t it? Nothing else matters? Nothing else matters than what exactly?

Well once again the “Then” sequence ends on Dean kneeling over Cas’s body.

The answer is Castiel. Nothing else matters than CASTIEL. This is repeated CONSTANTLY throughout the episode. You are not allowed to forget about him for a SINGLE SECOND and this opening song drums that home. Seriously if there are any Cas fans out there still bitter about Cas I dunno what show you are watching because it certainly ISN’T the show I watched yesterday.

It hurts to think about. What even was this episode? From the opening song “Nothing Else Matters” to the “Goodbye Cas” at the funeral pyre, this episode was chocablock full of moments that prove unequivocally that for Dean, Cas truly is his guiding light, his hope. Even if you don’t see their relationship as romantic you cannot possibly deny after 13x01 that Dean and Cas have an extraordinary connection and a deep and profound love that has now transferred to an even deeper excruciating grief in Dean.

Choosing to use this song as the season opener though? The season opener always reflects the tones of the season, the main themes. To have THIS song as the season opening? Wow. Just wow. This is a song that comes up first if you google “Metallica Love Song” by the way. In case you were wondering if it was indeed a love song. Because it is. James Hetfield confirmed it was written for a girlfriend. Interestingly though it has been debated over the years as the lyrics themselves are not conventionally romantic lyrics. Nevertheless, this is now fact: Supernatural used a Love Song called “Nothing Else Matters” to set the tone and theme of season 13, lingering over shots of Dean looking down at Castiel’s dead body. This isn’t even arguable. This is where we are.

(and what a wonderful place to be my friends)

Dean’s grief was beautifully portrayed by the superb acting skills of Jensen Ackles. In my season 13 wishlist I said this:

“It probably goes without saying but MAN PAIN OVER CAS – I mean, I reckon we are gonna get a good helping of this. Maybe not immediate tears but its gonna be pretty damn angsty – if the promo’s are anything to go by. I basically want it to be UNDENIABLE in canon that CAS is the reason that Dean is so broken up and that BOTH brothers are seriously struggling with his death. It has to be OBVIOUS how important Cas was to them and how his death has affected them

I think we can tick this one off. :)

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hi! i absolutely love your art! like everytime i see it its so breathtakingly beautiful and i live how u paint things~ do you have any speedpaints? i always seem to miss ur streams but id love to watch the next time u stream~

Thank you so much!! I don’t have any speedpaints but that might be something I work on in the future. I’ll definitely do more streams though ^^ The way I paint is really slow actually, and I usually work on a couple pieces at once and flip between them over a few days. I like doing it this way cause I can get numb to a painting pretty fast after staring at it too long. But heres a few progress shots of one of the last pictures I did <3

Imagine running into Bill when you go for a swim in the lake at night.

You took a deep breath in as you took a look at the lake, smiling softly at how beautiful the moon looked shining over the calm water. You reminded yourself to thank your friend once more for suggesting you take a break from work and stay for some time in her cottage, which you still didn’t know why she didn’t visit that often. Sure, the house was a little secluded, not close to the town and rather closer to the woods but there were still a few houses nearby that people lived in and this gorgeous lake in addition. What more could anyone need to relax?

You took a deep breath in, all the plants around you filtering the oxygen better than anything and making you feel fresh all over again with just a deep breath. You smiled, setting your towel aside on a rock and slowly taking off your shoes and socks, you took hold of your jeans later and took them off as well. Soon followed your jacket and shirt. It was a little cold but you knew the water would be warm enough to make up for all of it.

You were only in your underwear, maybe not the most attractive ones you had or classy. Something to make you feel comfortable anyway. You had not bothered to bring a swimsuit because your friend had not informed you about the lake, but not really caring when you were all alone in the middle of the night and nobody could-

Water splashing and movement caught your attention, and you knew it wasn’t from you because your feet were barely under the water. Your head snapped in that direction and your heart leapt to your throat when you spotted a man standing a few feet away from you, shirtless the very least. You didn’t want to try and look below the waist.

“I’m- I’m sorry!” he said immediately once noticing how stiff you were “I- I didn’t mean to scare you.” he raised his hands, shaking his head.

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Three’s a Crowd (Part 15)

Originally posted by beuits

Member: Taehyung x Reader x Yoongi

Type: Poly Au, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Part 13. Part 14. Part 15.

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A Tenderness They don’t Understand.

Hi my friends! I hope you enjoy this fluffy one shot. It was written in one go so please excuse any mistakes. 

Plot: Harry and Y/N are utterly in love with each other. 

Warnings: None. Well, it will make you want to be with Harry Styles. 

Picture isn’t mine. Doesn’t he look just way too good in this one?

“You guys are too much.” 

My friend’s words pulled me from my thoughts and for the first time in the past 20 minutes my eyes found a face other than Harry’s. 

He was standing among a small group of his mates while I was sitting next to mine on the couch in Jeff’s living-room. The party he was hosting was nice however not half as small as he’d promised it would be, which had lead to me and Harry being separated the moment we arrived. I felt like a clingy, whiny, little girlfriend, the kind I never intended to be. My boyfriend had left my side for almost an hour now and it was enough to dull my mood completely.

Leila arched her brows and grinned knowingly. My cheeks flushed.

Though redundant I asked: “Who are you talking about?”

“You and Harry!” she rolled her eyes, “Obviously! The guy you’ve been eye-fucking for the past hour while he’s done the same thing to you. That man has you undressed in his head I can tell.” 

Her harsh words made me shrink back a little and I swallowed the lump in my throat. Leila winked at me before laughing loudly and taking another sip from her drink.

“That’s not even true,” I argued quietly before changing the subject so she couldn’t say anything further. 

Of course she hadn’t meant any harm with her words and while there was technically nothing wrong with two people staring at each other while thinking about something steamy, I didn’t like it at all when she suggested it. 
It wasn’t like Harry and I didn’t occasionally send the other suggestive glances or knowing smiles from across a room but we hadn’t done anything like that tonight.

My eyes searched for him because he was almost like my magnet, my other half. I felt his presence like a warm and electric buzz, leaving my body tingling and longing for him. I was constantly on alert the second he left my side and I only felt truly at peace when he was back with me. 
When Harry’s orbs searched for me it wasn’t because he imagined me naked in his bed. It was because he wanted nothing more than to leave the stupid conversation he was forced to listen to and instead wanted to be involved into whatever stupid chat he knew I was forced to feign interest for. 
Harry missed me. His skin was covered in goosebumps and his muscles tense from not having me close, it didn’t matter if we were separated for two minutes or for two hours, the dreadful feeling at the bottom of both of our tummies was the same. Harry was so tender with me and he promised that I treated him gentler than anybody else ever had. 

After two months of dating Harry I knew nobody really understood our relationship and I’d found ways to come to terms with that. It was their loss not mine.

A smile pulled at my lips. I didn’t need to look up to know that he was walking towards me and when his arm wrapped itself around my waist I didn’t flinch in surprise. Harry leaned down from his standing position so he could press a loving kiss to my temple before allowing his nose to gently rub against my skin. 

“My love,” Harry murmured so only I could hear, “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“I am,” I smiled at him and reached up to caress his cheek and cradle his face in my palm, “And you?”

The warmth of his soft skin and the short stubble made me giggle and I felt my cheeks redden when he kissed my cheek noisily. He chuckled against me when the two girls sitting around me got up quietly to give us some privacy and I reached for his hands to encourage him to sit down. 
The sofa dipped under his weight and I sighed when he finally wrapped both of his arms around me the way I’d wanted him to do for the past hour. 

“I’m having only half as much fun when you’re not with me,” Harry admitted with a huff. 

“Me too. Which makes us quite sappy, doesn’t it?” 

Harry laughed at that and squeezed me to him. One of my hands rested on his knee, caressing and squeezing the skin while my other wrapped around his arm. I looked up and when his sparkling eyes found mine I leaned in to kiss his jaw. Harry hummed, his arms tightening around me.

“I like that we’re this way with each other,” he told me with a serious expression before breaking into the most gorgeous smile, “So romantic.”

“Me too,” I promised against the skin of his neck, “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Harry!” 

We both looked up to find Jeff making his way towards us. He stumbled a bit and came to a halt right in front of our sitting figures. His expression was one of excitement. 

“I just got the call from John! We spoke about the studio you wanted to rent and he told me it’s free!” 

Harry’s eyes widened. “That’s great!” 

“It is!” Jeff agreed, “Come and have a drink with me to celebrate!” 

Harry pulled me closer. “M’okay, Jeff. But thanks! I’m quite happy here.” 

Jeff rolled his eyes. “C’mon you can feel her up later, mate.” 

“Thank you, Jeffrey,” I laughed and he flushed before nudging Harry’s foot with his own. 

But Harry shook his head. “Nah, mate, really. I’m good.”

With a roll of his eyes Harry’s manager moved away again and I chuckled quietly. 

“Our friends won’t ever invite us anywhere again,” I predicted. 

“Great,” Harry laughed, “Means I can keep you to myself. Fine by me if I’m honest.”

“I agree,” I nodded before leaning into him. 

My lips found his collarbones while his pressed to my head. Harry’s fingers intertwined with mine, my leg brushed against one of his and I pressed a loving kiss to his tender skin. Harry’s breath fanned over my arm when he leaned down and I gasped quietly before letting him connect our lips in a kiss. 

Kissing Harry was something I knew I would never fully get used to. 

His lips were soft and gentle when pressed to my own and when he moved them he never forgot to be attentive to what I did. A low moan left his throat and I fisted his hair in a tight grip, answering to his more urgent movements by holding his cheek and jaw with my free hand. His tongue licked my bottom lip and I whimpered quietly. We kissed and held onto each other with nobody disturbing us and when he pulled away from me I blushed at the mess I’d made of my boyfriend’s hair. 

Harry’s nose nudged mine and I closed my eyes briefly, breathing his familiar scent in. 

“I love you so much,” Harry spoke quietly. 

My arms wrapped around his neck tightly in an embrace and I nuzzled his skin. 

“I’m so in love with you, Harry,” I whispered. 

He hummed. The room around us had gone so quiet in my mind we might as well have been alone. God I did I wish for us to be alone. 

“How about we leave?” my voice was quiet and I gently scratched the back of his head. 

Harry smiled and shrugged. “Sure, why not? Are you tired, baby?”

“No, but I want to be somewhere where I don’t feel like everybody is judging us for actually being gentle with each other.”

A frown formed on his beautiful face and I reached up to smoothen his skin. 

“Who cares about them?” Harry asked quietly, “You’re my girlfriend. I’m your boyfriend. You can kiss me as much as you want and I’ll come over to hold you as much as I want regardless if our friends are jealous of that.” 

I smiled and squeezed his hand. “You’re right. I shouldn’t overthink everything.” 

“Exactly.” 

So we stayed and with Harry sitting by my side, one arm around my body and lips occasionally finding my cheek to kiss, I felt really good. 
Of course I still noticed Leila’s eyes on us and I could practically see her biting back her comments, but I didn’t care anymore. 
Just as Harry had said I loved how much we adored each other and how utterly tender we always behaved with the other. It was something the others didn’t understand and that was their problem. 

Thank you for reading! Little background to this one: I was sick all week, yesterday was the first time I felt okay enough to eat something properly and now today I got my period which means my body is once again blessed with an immense kind of pain. My life is so great. Anyway it made me really wanna have somebody like the guy in this one shot by my side. 

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Even More FanFic Recommendations:

Apparently, I spend way too much time reading fanfics,and the last recommendation pose I did seemed to go over well, so I thought I’d do another list, and give even more stories some love.  I made it so that if it was on my first list, then it won’t be on this list; so, if you haven’t seen that list, I shall post a link to it here.  I’m combining a bunch of fandoms into one post, so prepare yourselves, because it’s going to be a long list.  

Assassination Classroom:  

Not With Me by BlackSoulStar-  Karma x Nagisa, One Shot, 5k Words, Rated M, Takes Place After Episode 18 of Season Two, Jealous Karma, Established Relationship.  

Neca Aut Necare by King_or_2_Queens-  Karma x Nagisa, One Shot, 3k Words, Rated T, Part of a Three Part One Shot Series, Established Relationship. Very Well Written.  

Panem et Circenses by King_or_2_Queens-  Karma x Nagisa, One Shot, 2k Words, Rated M, Part of a Three Part One Shot Series, Karma Thinks Very Dirty Thoughts About Nagisa.  Very Well Written.  

Occulta Hominum by King_or_2_Queens-  Karma x Nagisa.  One Shot, 10k Words.  Rated Explicit.  Part of a Three Part One Shot Series.  What Really Happened on the School Trip.  Very Well Written.  

Nakamura’s Question by Wolfiqueen - Karma x Nagisa.  One Shot. 1k Words, Rated T.  Very Funny.  Nakamura Questions Karma’s Sexuality.  

Goodbye Yesterday by ShiroNekoIsMe - Karma x Nagisa.  One Shot. 3k Words, Rated M. Nagisa returns to 3-E after finally becoming a teacher.  

Truth or Dare? by KyrieEleisonElise -  Karma x Asano.  One Shot.  8k Words. Rated T.  Karma gets bored and wants to play a game with Asano.  High School Time Skip.  

Fake Out by MerpsiclesTheGreat - Karma x Nagisa.  MultiChapter.  Complete.  21k Words, Rated M.  Karma pretends to be Nagisa’s boyfriend.  Teacher Nagisa!  Cute Read.  

Thinking Out Loud by Midnitestar421 - Karma x Nagisa.  MultiChapter.  OnGoing. Rated T.  Karma tries to understand his feelings.  Spoilery. 

 Asano Comes To Play (Continued) by Jessng - Karma x Nagisa. OneSided Asano x Nagisa.  MultiChapter.  OnGoing.  Rated T.  Asano gets punished and transferred to E- Class.  Spin Off Series.  

Kuroko no Basket:

Videotape by Kuroko x Akashi - Akashi x Kuroko.  Two Shot.  Rated M. 4k Words.  Major Character Death.  WILL MAKE YOU CRY LIKE A BITCH.  ANGST. ANGST. ANGST.  FUCKING BEAUTIFUL.  

This Ain’t Love by AgapantoBlu - Akashi x Kuroko, Akashi x Haizaki.  MultiChapter. Complete.  58k Words.  Rated Explicit.  Angst.  Angst.  Angst.  Abused!Akashi.  Major Triggers.  Fucking Amazing.  Very Dark.  

Bad Behavior by Nekonser - Akashi x Kuroko.  MultiChapter.  Complete.  61k Words.  Rated Explicit.  Prison AU.  Angst.  Inspired by OITNB.  Very Well Written.  

Shattered Miracles by Mafy_Mod - Akashi x Kuroko.  MultiChapter.  OnGoing.  Rated Explicit.  SuperPower AU.  Very Long.  Angst.  Fluff.  Smut.  300k+ Words.  It’s amazing, but long as fuck.  

Yellow Diamonds by soundlessAria - Akashi x Kuroko.  MultiChapter.  Ongoing.  Rated M.  Crime AU.  Very Good.  Angst.  

A Different Point of View by LadyLasgalen - Kuroko x GoM.  MultiChapter.  OnGoing.  Rated T.  Funny.  Kuroko and GoM+Seirin watch KnB.  

Snowflakes by  n.kukurichan - Akashi x Kuroko.  MultiChapter.  OnGoing.  Rated T.  Angst.  Kuroko goes to great lengths to figure out why Akashi is avoiding him.  

On the Dangers of In-Flight Entertainment by Belncaz - Implied Kuroko x Harem.  MultiChapter.  OnGoing.  Rated T. Hilarious.  

Fairy Tail: 

A Fairy and a Kitty Cat and a Salamander and a Popsicle by Inizhay - Sting x Lucy, Gray x Lucy, Natsu x Lucy.  MultiChapter.  Complete.  83k Words.  Rated T.  Takes Place During the Grand Magic Games.  

Celestial Lightning by xoxmarshaxox - Laxus x Lucy.  MultiChapter.  Complete.  71k Words. Rated M.  Powerful Lucy.  Very Well Written.  

Lightning and Flames by AzureJade - Laxus x Lucy.  MultiChapter.  Complete.   37k Words.  Rated T.  Cute Read. 

Marked by FizzyBubblegum13 - Lucy x Dragon Harem.  MultiChapter.   OnGoing.  Rated M.  Lucy marked by four dragonslayers, and now needs to be courted.  Amazing.  

Shattered Dreams and New Beginnings by Leoslady4ever - Lucy x Rogue.  MultiChapter.  OnGoing.  Rated M.  This is very, dark and has lots of triggers.  It’s rated M for a Reason!  

Time To Get Stronger by Jordeng2 - Lucy x Sting x Rogue.  MultiChapter.  OnGoing. Rated M.  Well Written OT3.  

Shingeki no Kyojin:

Risk by AlmostDaringDreamer - Eren x Levi. MultiChapter.  Complete.  50k Words. Rated T.  Soul Mates AU.  Very Sweet.  Somewhat Angst.  

Unexpected by KikkyChan - Levi x Eren.  MultiChapter.  OnGoing.  Rated M.  Modern AU.  Fucking Amazing. 

Boku no Hero Academia:

Glitter by CloverDreams - Izuku x Todoroki x Bakugo. MultiChapter.  Complete.  69k Words.  Rated M.  Fairy!Izuki and Fairy!Todoroki.  Polyamourus Relationship.  Amazing.  So much glitter someone could die.  

The Truth Hurts? by @unoutan - Bakugo x Izuku.  Izuku x Todoroki.  MultiChapter.  OnGoing.  Rated M.  Truth Quirk Izuku.  Fucking Amazing.  No Fliter Deku.  Hilarious.  

Kuroshitsuji:

Sexual Harrassment by @sondervallant - Sebastian x Ciel.  MultiChapter.  OnGoing.  Rated Explicit.  Office Setting AU.  Amazingly Written Smut.  Seriously, It’s very well written.  

Crossover:  

Demon Clan Series by @crazyjanacat - Crossover Series between Kuroshitsuji, Death Note, Durarara, DRAMAtical Murder, Togainu no Chi, and Kuroko no Basket.  Series of One Shots, a MultiChapter, and Drabbles.   Everything Rated Explicit.  VERY VERY DARK.  Sebastian has five brothers, each with their own adventures.  Sebastian x Ciel, Akashi x Kuroko, Light x L, Izaya x Kida, Koujaku x Aoba, Akira x Shiki.  

anonymous asked:

I love your blog and your fanfics. ❤ was hoping if you could write a sort of one-shot of Jon's POV if Dickon tried to flirt with Sansa! Maybe even propose her lol

Thank you so much, hun!!! *_* You’re way too sweet to me! I’m just a trash blog haha <3 Bless you though. Thank you!! 

And for you: 


The air was still, quiet, a stark difference from the storm that had raged through the night. Jon hadn’t been back longer than a sennight and yet he could already feel the calmness of Winterfell weaving through his skin and settling into his bones. It was a few days till he would have to leave for the Wall, but sunrise after sunrise, Jon found the necessity of war to fall idly on his mind, his desire to stay here more pressing than ever. It wasn’t simply the calm, the serenity that blanketed over him, but something more unbidden and confusing. 

In the aftermath of Daenerys’ siege on the Lannister army, many of the men burnt by her dragons had somehow escaped into the river, floating down until they were found by travelers. One of them happened to be Dickon Tarly, and when news came of Randyll’s execution, Sam had written to Jon to take his family in, pleading that they weren’t safe in the Reach. There hadn’t been a question in his mind. Winterfell would house the Tarly’s and offer them sanctuary while Daenerys and Cersei waged their war, but Jon had never anticipated, never fathomed that in doing so he would be placing Sansa at risk.

No, he begrudgingly admitted, she was in no danger, but the way Dickon looked at her, like she was the sun rising after the Long Night, Jon loathed it. Sansa had been through so much, endured so much at the hands of men, and he would be remiss to let her fall prey to another, even if Dickon appeared as honourable as his brother. It didn’t matter. When it came to Sansa, nothing mattered more than her safety. 

“Lord Dickon,” Sansa greeted as she stopped just at the bottom of the staircase. Jon was supposed to be training the younger soldiers, but he paused, sword held tightly in his hand, as he watched Dickon stride up to her. 

“My lady,” Dickon bowed his head, and when he lifted it back, there was a bright, fond smile on his face. “I pray that you are well this morning?” 

“I’m perfectly well, ser,” she answered, returning his smile with one of her own, and gods, it even looked genuine. Sansa inclined her head and tentatively touched Dickon’s wrapped arm being held up by a sling. “Are you well? Are your injuries healing? I can send for the maester if it’s troubling you still, my lord.” 

Dickon laughed. “I am as well as I can be, my lady. And I must say it is entirely in thanks to you.”

“I have done nothing, Lord Dickon,” Sansa said, ducking her head, pink tingeing her cheeks. Jon prayed it was from the cold, but there was no wind today, no nipping frost to prey on exposed skin. 

“Forgive me, but that’s simply untrue,” Dickon said earnestly. He reached for Sansa’s hand and held it in his. “You cared for me when I thought I was on the brink of death. My mother calls you, my Winter Angel.” 

Jon threw his sword down to the ground with a loud clatter and walked towards them, body and mind warring with one another as one felt ready for war and the other warned of disastrous repercussions if he were to act on that hostility. Sansa caught his eye instantly, so always attuned to him in a way that made his heart race, and a pretty frown settled on her lips. 

“Jon,” she murmured, just as Dickon turned around. 

“Your grace,” he bowed. “I hope the preparations for the war is going well.”

Jon resisted the urge to growl in response and nodded curtly. “It’s going fine, Lord Dickon.” But he wasn’t looking at Dickon, he had eyes for only one and she was staring right back, concern, confusion and irritation flashing through those summer blue eyes. “Sansa, I need…” But he hadn’t an idea what he needed or why he was standing here before them, and so the words trailed off, empty and unfinished.

“You need?” Sansa prompted, continuing to watch him carefully. “Jon, are you well?” She stepped forward, past Dickon, and laid both of her hands over his forearm. Almost immediately, his body relaxed, the tension easing away under her touch, like a winter rose blooming for the first time. He caught one hand with his other. 

“I need to…” He was aware of Dickon watching them curiously, but he didn’t care. He needed Sansa to come with him, anywhere, away from everyone, just so it was just them two again, like how it used to be before all of this. “Can we speak in private? I need to discuss urgent business with you.”

“Oh,” Sansa said, surprised colouring her face. She then nodded and turned towards Dickon. “Well, I hope you have a fast recovery, Lord Dickon. Good day.” 

Dickon smiled, bright and clear. Gods, Jon hated him. 

“Yes, my lady. Good day to you both.” 

He watched the taller man walk away, waited until he disappeared back into the castle, before looking back at Sansa, who had a knowing smile on her face.

“He is not a bad man,” she said gently. “He is a good and honourable lord with a kind heart.” 

“He fought for the Lannisters,” Jon immediately countered moodily, his brows furrowing in annoyance.

“And yet you pardoned him and offered his family sanctuary,” Sansa replied just as haughtily. “I could find a worse match.”

Match?” Jon repeated, his anger growing now. “And when did we start speaking of matches, Sansa?” 

She rolled her eyes and tore her hands from his, before walking away. “I am a trueborn daughter of House Stark, am I not? And he, a trueborn son of House Tarly? It would be a good political match.” 

“And would you live in the Reach?” Jon demanded, grabbing her wrist and turning her back around. “Would you truly leave Winterfell?” He paused, breathing heavily. “Leave me?”

Her eyes narrowed, lips pursed tightly. “You have no right to judge me for thinking of matches when you are out there making your own!” 

“What are you talking about!” Jon shouted, causing the men on the yard to turn and stare at them. He growled under his breath and tugged Sansa along until they were hidden in an alcove at the far end of the courtyard. “What match am I making?” 

“Lord Davos said that you were showing great interest in the Dragon Queen,” Sansa answered coldly, eyes challenging him to contradict her. 

Jon shook his head, too shocked to find the right response. “I have no interest in Daenerys. How can I be interested in another woman when all I can ever think about is…” Jon stopped, startled by his own admission as shame coloured his cheeks. “Forget it. It’s nothing. I have more important matters to attend to. Go back to your Lord Dickon.” 

He made to leave but Sansa held him back this time. “Finish your sentence, Jon.” 

“Sansa,” he warned. “Let me go.” 

“Finish your sentence,” she repeated angrily. “You cannot yell at me then not explain to me why. That’s not fair!” 

Jon growled, fighting a losing battle, as he twisted their hands so he could grip her instead. He crowded her back up against the wall and leaned in close. “How can I be interested in another woman when all I can ever think about is you?” he whispered, his breath fanning across her skin. “Is that what you wanted to hear? That you have me this twisted up inside? That I can hardly go a day without thinking about you, desperate to just be near you? Do you know how I loathe myself for having these thoughts?” He was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling rapidly, as he continued to stare at her.

For the longest second of his life, Sansa said nothing, did nothing, but stare back, and then slowly, her hands ran up his chest. “Then let us be twisted together,” she murmured, as her hands curled around his neck and pulled him to her, kissing him lightly. “Because you are all I think about as well, Jon Snow,” she said against his lips. 

Jon sighed into her, holding onto her hips as he continued to kiss her as lovingly, desperately and wantonly as he could, while knowing that there was now a new reason why he didn’t want to leave Winterfell. How could he now that he knew what she tasted like? 

Gods save him. 

i.
THE COFFEE SHOP ON ELMWOOD AVENUE DOESN’T MAKE ME CRY ANYMORE. have you been in there since last January? they took away our table, the one furthest away from everything. you’ve always had an affinity for distance, at least as long as I knew you. I wonder how many nights you’ve spent measuring the length between your hands and the nearest breakable thing. I wonder what you did when you realized how close they would always be to your chest.

ii.
I HAVEN’T DELETED YOUR NUMBER YET. I didn’t think I should give your name a place in my life anymore, no matter how insignificant, so its label consists of emojis. the origin of it, it meaning your name, comes from a river near israel, which I found out after a late night date with google and too many shots of nostalgia in my system. I’m going to visit it, someday. I’m going to find something beautiful in those letters again. you’ve already claimed so much space in me, you’re not allowed to take words too.

iii.
THERE IS NO WAY THAT
SOMETHING THIS SPOILED,
THIS ROTTEN,
THIS FUCKING RANCID,
COULD HAVE BEEN
CONSIDERED LOVE.

YOU NEVER DESERVED
THE POEMS I HAVE NEEDED
TO WRITE.

—  TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE, 6/30, Caitlin Conlon

falloutgirlpatrickwentz  asked:

Ok how would Mccree/76/reaper/junkrat/ and genji react if Y/N got injured in battle and then later found out that Y/N got shot on purpose. I know its angsty and I hope it's not too much to ask. I'm new to tumblr and I think I did it right? I love your work by the way

((I had to cut back Genji because these are so darn long. All of them are roughly 800+ words I think. But I hope you enjoy!!))

Originally posted by meilingziegler

When Jesse heard you cry out in a mix of anger and pain, he was quick to have someone watch his back as he ran to get you.

He found you sprawled on the ground, your leg shot through the knee as you crawled away from his view, “Come back to finish this!” you yelled at whoever you were trailing.

Jesse ran over, calling out for you as you pulled at a kid’s leg. In the span of seconds the kid had kicked your face and taken off.

“Fuck! Fuck, shit!” you swore to yourself as you wiped at your bleeding nose while holding back tears. Jesse knelt down to scoop you in his arms, brushing back your hair.

“y/n. You okay? Who was that kid?” he questioned as he started running to cover. He looked at your bitter expression as you kept wiping away the blood.

“A punk he was… Used to be a friend of mine. I promised him that if I ever left him behind he needed to shoot me or I’d shoot myself… He joined Talon after, after..” you started sobbing, tears streamed down your face with your bloody nose as Jesse set you down, helping you clean up your nose.

“God.. Jess, if I can’t keep my friend safe.. How the fuck am I supposed to keep you or anyone safe? I deserved this.” you sulked as you looked at the bullet hole in you knee.

Jesse silently pulled you in a hug, sushing you as he swayed back and forth, “You get stronger is how.. You just, get back up, wipe the dirt from your knees and try again hun.” He said as his hand rubbed the small of your back.

“I’m here for you. I’ll make sure you don’t get left behind”

Originally posted by yoshiro-san

You were seated infront of the soldier shirtless as the man tried to stitch your deep bullet wounds and grazes.

“That was the most reckless thing I’ve seen you do… This is not the y/n I met in the training room.” he said as he wiped the blood off your back with a rag.

“You were getting shot at so…” You started,

“So you decide that jumping infront of me and becoming a meat shield is better than taking cover?” he chimes, making sure you felt he was upset by pricking the needle through your graze a little harder. Making you wince.

“It doesn’t matter, they had run out of ammo, their defences were down, we could’ve easily killed them and gotten the files!”

“You could’ve died, y/n!” he said sternly.

“Who cares if I died?!” you said, raising your voice.

I do” he replied, yelling accordingly

Well I fucking don’t!–” You shouted, your fist slammed down on the table beside you.

The room was silent as the two of you froze, the soldier’s hands moved away from your back as you heaved for air, your fist still on the table. He knew you were crying, he knew you were hurting. So was he.

“I know you care, trust me I do-” he started, but you cut him off.

“Then why do you drink yourself away? Why do you kill yourself for the world?” you questioned, making him look down.

“If you won’t look out for yourself, I will. Even if I die doing so. You’re my world…” you said quietly, turning around to face him as you placed a hand on his shoulder.

Originally posted by etlabetes

Everything around the reaper was a blur as he looked up at his assailant. Their eyes shined with hatred and blazed with rage as they shot him in the gut numerous times. He knew he was done for when he saw the assailant was aiming for his head.

“No!” he heard a familiar voice yell and the assailant was tackled down.

You were on the ground trying to wrestle the gun out of the other man’s hands, straining to overpower him as you grunted.

“You’ll have to get through me first fucker…” you said as you worked with one hand as the other tried to get your own gun.

Reaper had almost regenerated fully, slowly standing up. He looked in a mix of dread and everything along the lines of shock as the assailant fired twice, clearly going through your vitals but just in time with a yelp you yanked out your gun and shot the man’s head.

You quickly fell to your side as Reaper rushed to you, scooping you up gently in his arms,

“hh.. Gabe, y-you’re okay!” you said, clutching at your chest. Blood seeped through your fingers, “I did it, I-I shot him.” you said.

Gabe could only nod and smile sadly at you, “Why would you get shot for me you big goof?” he asked. making you smile at him, your face going paler by the minute.

“Because… you’re the grim reaper. I know I won’t die if you decide so right?” you joked, coughing up a little blood, and making Gabe take in a sharp breath.

“No, no, you’re right. I won’t let you die okay? Just promise not to fall asleep on me okay? okay.” he said as you started to nod off.

Just when he had slowly lost hope help arrived, and you were taken off the man’s hands.

You woke up on a hospital bed several hours later, your wounds all healed. When you turned to look at your side you saw Gabriel, smiling warmly at you.

“See I told you so… Today was not your day to go y/n.” he joked and you smiled.

“One day it will be. But till then, death will be mine to keep safe I guess.” you rasped, reaching your arm over to hold his.

Originally posted by derpmaz

Jamison loved to spend time with you. You were abit of a rule breaker yourself. You also liked to attend alot of riots and strikes to voice your opinion.

The riots weren’t always safe. Particularly one where the riot turned violent.

Molotov cocktails began to fly, knives, guns and pressured water hoses were out and everywhere the smell of burnt tires lingered. It was mayhem that Jamie was familiar with.

You were not a violent person but you tried to defend yourself as police came at everyone with guns and tasers. Jamie and Roadhog were hid away, knowing full well things could get more dangerous. Everyone was screaming at the police as they threw boxes, bottles, anything at reach.

Jamie looked beside him to find you weren’t there. He soon heard gun shots go off. The crowds screamed as people began to run away with limp people in their arms. People were getting shot and a thick fog of tear gas filled the streets.

“Roadie. I gotta go find y/n!” he said, turning to look at the large man, who grunted as he got out of cover.

Explosions began to go off as people shattered windows and more homemade bombs went off. Yelling and screaming went on as the duo ran with masks to keep them safe from the tear gas.

“NO PIGS OR MURDERERS! WE WON’T SIT BY AND WATCH AS OUR FLAG BURNS!” anarchists rhymed as they threw rocks.

The sounds of car alarms blared in the junker’s ears as he bumped into people running, until he saw you stumble away dizzily. Junkrat quickly ran to you asnd grabbed you by the arms.

You were shot in the arms, and it was visible you were shocked as he ushered you out of the chaos.

He hushed you as you sobbed in his arms as Roadhog removed the bullets.

“Shhh, it’s okay love I got you… Those coppers are bastards, they defend the wrong people. Roadie will get you patched up and then it will all be better okay?”

You could only nod as another bullet was yanked out of your arm.

anonymous asked:

Thoughts on the new gaming vid? They seemed so happy and cute and lighting has improved everything A++ ^_^

(faceapp)

  • 2 seconds in and i’m already shook i can’t believe this is real we are literally looking into their new house they are literally actually filming in a new HOUSE and it’s all just too much to process
  • phil sitting cross legged on the same old futon and fixing the tetris lights and balancing them and the pacman light on cardboard boxes is all too cute his enthusiasm is too much for me and dan definitely thinks it’s so cute too and this whole intro is just so soft
  • i love that phil owns up to the fact that this was his idea while dan is tryna go for his traditional ugh this is too stupid and vapid and too mainstream and not creative enough shtick. phil giving no fucks about a got damn quality threshold is my kink
  • when phil is attempting to take his neutral expression selfie and slightly pouts and he and dan giggle (i’m being generous w that term bc dan’s was more like a squawk tbh) at the exact same moment i just smiled so hard. they’re so cute. and they’re both apparently kind of uncomfortable w the notion of like trying to look sultry in photos which is why that pouty expression made them laugh immediately, and also is a good precursor to the whole discussion that comes later about phil’s ladybird selfie
  • dan’s look into the camera at 2:13 gave me lifeeeeee i like that he’s trying to shade phil for taking forever to get his fuckin selfie but instead he has this ever so subtle up tilt to his lips bc he can’t completely hide his smile ughaierjoaierj
  • omg underrated discussion in this video: at 2:26 once phil has finally succeeded in taking the selfie he turns to dan and says “i look alright there” but w the intonation of a question, like he’s literally asking dan for affirmation that he looks good and  not only that but he full on turns to look at dan and gauge his reaction and that felt so special and genuine to me??? like??? not a sort of thing i would expect to see tbh? and in general this video was obvi silly and just a bit of fun but also i thought the level of feedback they were giving each other on their photos and the way they were reacting was all so,,, warm and comfortable and surprisingly open. in this instance i’m also just frustrated bc dan was about to say something in response to phil asking dan if he looks alright, but he cuts himself off. he says ‘that’s an excep—’ and it def sounds like he was gonna say exceptional or exceptionally and i need to know what his thought was. i also like that the thought he interrupts himself with is about phil still having slight crazy eyes. we’ve talked about phil’s own explanation for his wide-eyed deer-in-headlights expressions in selfies a bit on this blog. according to him, he resorts to doing that bc having his photo taken makes him uncomfortable, so it was cute to me that dan noted that phil still did a little bit of the wide eyes without giving any context for why he was pointing it out bc it’s just an understood thing that they obvi have talked about a lot
  • 3:14 dan’s horrified and squeaky “what have they done to your face?” is so good. it’s just. so good. he sounds so outraged that they’ve fucked w phil’s face i lov it
  • 3:20 is the besttttttttt. this is the exchange where dan teases phil for being old and i love everything about it i love how dan made that comment without even thinking which sort of suggests that teasing phil for being old is just a regular/habitual thing and i love the way phil reacted bc it wasn’t rly irritated or even mock irritation in the end. instead he just played along w dan’s joke and accepted it and the whole exchange was so warmmmmmmm and comfortableeeeeee and flirtyyyyyyyyy and it reminds me of a few other comments that dan has made here and there that allude to their age gap and they’re always v cute and gentle teasing and it’s just so good
  • 3:42 they’re talking about the ‘old’ selfie and 1. dan is captivated and i can literally see him contemplating his future w phil lmao and 2. phil talking about joey graceffa and calling him good-looking w a blatant pause before he said that, making me wonder if he was going to use a word that was a bit more emphatic than “good-looking” either way i’m into it and then there’s a blatant jump cut and i’m wondering if they had a lil side conversation about joey being cute lol 3. phil is still looking at dan basically every time he makes a comment and it’s rly surprising but lovely 4. dan needed to come in w that compliment about old phil rocking current phil’s fringe and how cool he looks :) 
  • here’s dan howell caught right in the act of contemplating growing old w phil:
  • bless them for calling out how dumb the concept of a “female” filter is. also dan’s once again violent reaction to phil in the female filter is so cute and funny i love how incensed he is with the whole concept of anything being different about phil’s face
  • 5:36 dan looking at phil in the male filter and saying “you look so average” in such a disappointed tone is rly one of the best fucking things i’ve ever seen in my life. i’ve often thought about dan’s attraction to phil being based in some of the things that are most striking about his appearance. for example he always talks about how black phil’s hair is and how pale his skin is and back in the day he obvi left that infamous comment on phil’s dailybooth about how blue his eyes are and i feel like dan is probs drawn to these features that are just,,, extreme,,, and i love that even a slight change to phil’s jawline/face shape made dan think phil looked decidedly more average precisely bc what he loves about phil’s face are all the things that aren’t average at all!!!! i’m emotional!!
  • phil was so hype to see all of dan’s ones!!!! i’m crying!!!!! the way he was doing his hee-hee laughs and bouncing up and down quite literally and like hitting his hands on the table and saying things like i wanna be friends w him instead of you and ‘i wanna see old danny! old danny slice!!!’ like calm down mate!!!!! ur cute!!! we know u think dan is cute!!! y do u love every single version of him so much!!!! when he sees the old one he immediately says he likes it and compliments it!!!!! when he sees the old one on the daniel x dream pic he calls him cute!!!!!! and then makes this face at dan while dan looks at it!!!!!! 
  • help!!!!
  • dan talking about embracing makeup was amazing and phil being totally down with it and immediately suggesting a smoky eye look and consulting some tutorials was also amazing and i hope thats something they’ve discussed before tbh
  • dan @ manly dan: ‘i mean i would.’ nice. dancest is real and it’s right before our eyes ppl
  • 8:28 dan saying he hates his current profile picture was so surprising and lovely when he gave his reason—it doesn’t reflect his natural curls. i’m honestly so pleased to hear that he views the natural hair as such an important change for him that he wants his display pic (something we know he spends way too much time thinking about and therefore treats as an incredibly important thing) to reflect this shift
  • 9:05 ahhhh the controversial dan reactions to phil’s ladybird selfie. here’s the thing. i think when dan says it’s a “really cringe selfie” he’s talking about the discomfort they both feel about doing posed/sultry shots. he corrects himself after phil protests that it’s not cringe to saying it’s only slightly cringe instead of really cringe, and that he should’ve included an ironic (i hate dan’s use of the word ironic so much bc he often uses it when what he really means is “sarcastic” or, in this case, self-deprecating/humorous) caption. when phil then says that he did use a funny caption, dan basically entirely revokes his criticism and says that phil actually “nailed it” w the photo/caption combination. basically i think both of them get embarrassed about the idea of unabashedly posing in an attractive way for photos and since they’re so close dan feels that embarrassment for phil as well. i don’t think he was saying he actually dislikes the selfie or that phil looks bad or unattractive or anything negative about phil himself. the only comment i did find questionable was when he almost said that the smile filter was an improvement!!! it seemed weird when compared to how much he disliked all the alterations to phil’s face on the first picture lol but then he also made fun of it so i didn’t take it to mean that dan literally thought the filter is an improvement to phil’s real face, just that it was pretty remarkable how cleanly the filters worked on that particular selfie
  • overall: really liked this!!!!!!! such a good intro to the new office!!! such a warm and chill lil vid where they were mostly casual and just being so soft and flirty w each other and basically calling each other cute in creative ways whats not to love about that it was great

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Wedding in Hawaii || Part 1

hi. i got inspired these last couple of days bc as we all know harry freaking styles is spending his free time in hawaii at a wedding looking hella good and stuff. i guess the title already gave it away so i don’t need to explain anything further so just enjoy bc i absolutely loved writing this. oh and a part 2 is coming. and maybe more parts. i don’t know about them tho. part 2 is confirmed it is on the way it’s almost done actually. harry is feeding me so good y’all i can’t believe my man i love him so much and my love for him will be clearly shown throughout these little one shots. so if you don’t like too cute and sweet and lovey-dovey shit then i suggest you not reading these. they’ll be full of stuff like that. sorry for any spelling mistakes, once again i haven’t proof read it lmao i probably should start doing that again but o whale. lotta love, xoxo -b

Part 2 • Part 3

I couldn’t have imagined spending my time elsewhere as I was in Hawaii with Harry on my side in his lovely attire looking like the happiest person on this planet.

He was gorgeous. Like so fucking gorgeous.

There were no words that could’ve possibly described how I felt about him as I was watching him in his pale yellow suit and dress pants. Not to mention the blue Hawaiian shirt he wore under his blazer.

He found that funny. Nah, scratch that.

He found it hilarious. Absolutely hilarious.

Harry found it absolutely hilarious that he was wearing a Hawaiian printed shirt while he was in Hawaii.

“What you smiling at?” he asked me as he stepped next to me, his arms sneaking around my waist and pulling me closer to his body.

I sweetly kissed his chin then the corner of his mouth which caused him to grin widely and the pounding of my heart increased dramatically at the sight. He was so so pretty and I could barely breathe as he was right there in front of me.

“I love you,” I muttered as I stared up at him, my voice a tiny bit serious but oh so full of love. “You’re so gorgeous.”

“What’s gotten into you?” he chuckled as he put one of his hands on my cheek, the palm of his hand was warm and it fit perfectly on the side of my face. I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes and forgetting the fact that we were at his mate’s wedding.

“You before,” I blurted out a bit too bluntly which caused him to laugh out as loud as hell and I couldn’t help but chuckle too.

“Alright, my love,” he said as he hugged me and pressed a kiss on the top of my head. “You cannot drink anymore alcohol.”

“Hey, don’t be rude to me! I can drink whatever I wanted. It’s your fault you’re not used to me being blunt.”

“Trust me, I am,” he sighed with a smile on his lovely face. I couldn’t help myself when I just grabbed both sides of his face and pressed my lips against his.

His mouth was massaging mine as he was giving me one of his sweet kisses, his grin spreading across his face causing us to pull away from each other. His eyes were shining and his cheeks were pink, his hair fluffy because of the humidity and he was just having so much fun it got me to never end up being bored.

“You didn’t say I love you back to me,” I pouted and he leaned down and pecked my lips.

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” he said it three times and between each confession he kissed me. “Hey, baby?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

I laughed before hugging him tightly around his waist.

“I love you.”

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It was bright and early when I woke up to the sound of someone puking in the bathroom and that someone ended up being Harry when I didn’t find him next to me in bed. We only came back from wedding at four am so when I checked what time it was and ended up finding out it was just twenty past five in the morning I was not impressed.

Sighing, I got out of bed, throwing my hair in a bun before entering the bathroom. Harry was on the floor leaning against the bathtub which I used right when we arrived. It was lovely in case you wanted to know.

“How are you feeling?” I asked him as I made my way towards the sink, took his toothbrush out of the cup and filled it up with cold water. I also gave him a towel that was on the side then I flushed the toilet after closing the top of it.

“Like hell,” he answered lowly. He chucked the towel to the side then put his elbows on his knees that were propped up and laid his forehead on his arms. “What’s the time?”

“Around half past five,” I sighed. “Do you wanna come back to bed?” I yawned, putting my hand in front of my mouth naturally.

“Yeah give me like a decade to be able to stand up,” he told me sassily and I just rolled my eyes.

“Come on, sass pants, give me your hands,” I said as I put my hands out. “Don’t let yourself be like that, it’s only gonna make this worse.”

“Why did I even drink? Why did you let me drink?”

“Hey, don’t blame me! I let you have fun because you’ve been working your butt off.”

“True. It’s not your fault. Well, not entirely.”

“Go to hell, Harry Styles,” I laughed as I gave a little slap to his ass when he stood up. “Now come and brush your teeth.”

“Really?” he looked at me like he saw a ghost as I put some toothpaste on his toothbrush. “Why do I have to brush it?”

“You literally just been throwing up,” I told him with a little chuckle added at the end, my voice thickly laced with sleep. “Come on, please, don’t be a hassle,” I sighed. “I’ll brush your teeth for you, c’mere.”

And he did.

He actually let me brush his teeth.

I couldn’t believe how lazy he was. But then again I didn’t expect him not to take up on that chance. He always did when I offered to do something instead of him.

He was a lazy piece of ass and I found it funny how no one really knew that about him. Harry never showed that, only to the people he was really comfortable around and with and I felt really good that I could consider myself to be one of those people.

“Thank you, love you,” he murmured as he hugged me with one hand and kissed my temple.

I just nodded as I rinsed out his toothbrush then put it back in its place. Harry took my hand once I dried it and we went back to bed, both of us getting under the duvet since all the windows were open and the weather was a bit windy outside.

Moments later Harry curled up against me, his legs sneaking between mine as he hid his face in the crook of my neck. His right hand was slowly making its way on to my waist then it slid down on to my bum and he rested it there.

“D’you wanna come work out with me tomorrow?” he asked me after minutes had pass, his voice low and croaky.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I ran my fingers through his short hair, remembering back to that loose strand of hair that rested on his forehead all day and night. It was so blooming sexy I found it so much more attractive than I probably should have.

“Work out with you? Tomorrow?” I asked back with a light chuckle. His hand squeezed my bum a bit which I’m not gonna lie was a good feeling.

I loved his hands all over me I didn’t mind one bit when he did that as long as we were in private. I’d rather him not do stuff like that when we’re out and about with all the paparazzi and fans around.

God knows what would happen to me as soon as people would find out about it.

“Mhm, I saw the gym when we arrived. Wanna try it before we gotta leave.”

“Okay, we’ll see, bub,” I told him as I continued to play with his curls that were making a comeback and ensuring my happiness.

“Do you wanna get married in Hawaii?” he asked me which caught me off guard.

“I mean if I’ll be marrying you, I won’t mind where we’ll get married.”

“Good answer,” he laughed. “I think m’gonna sleep now.”

“You should and so should I,” I said yawning.

“Mmmm, yeah,” he agreed. “Sleep tight, pretty girl.”

“You too, gorgeous,” I kissed his head before scooting closer to him in hopes of not having to get up again for another round to the bathroom.

Let Me Love You Goodbye

Pairing: Oliver Queen x Reader

Featuring: Thea Queen

Words: 1964

Warning: angst

Tags: none

Request: none

Notes: this is the song:

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

Ever since you found Oliver was The Green Arrow you barely slept at night, not until he came back to you and hugged you tight, letting you know he was alright. Sometimes that didn’t happen until the first lights came through the window so you spent so many times awake. You had tried to stay at the lair with Felicity and follow the mission but you couldn’t handle it.  

You knew what you had with him was good. Too good. But you just couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t be in a relationship without knowing if that kiss would be the last one. It didn’t matter how proud you were of him for what he was doing, you loved him too watch him die. So you made the decision. The hardest one you had ever made. You knew this was going to hurt him, and you, badly but it would be the best thing for the both of you eventually.

That morning you woke up just to see that you had fallen asleep on the couch the night before. The fact that you were still there, meant that Oliver wasn’t home. Immediately, you tried to call him on his cell but he didn’t pick it up, just making your anxiety grow. Finally, you took a quick shower and got dressed before heading towards the lair.

When you stepped out of the elevator you saw the whole team gathered around one of the computers where Felicity worked. You were relieved when you saw Oliver there, safe and sound, but it only made your decision clearer.

“See if you can track him down with that…chip star shaped thing and let me know if you find something. I gotta go home to…” he turned as he talked, just to see you standing there, in front of the elevator. “(Y/N)” he finished the sentence.

A smile appeared on his face as everyone said hi to you, but you didn’t reply or smile back at your one year boyfriend. That moment, Oliver knew something was off. There was something missing in your expression and it was making him panic like he didn’t do, not even when he had someone aiming at his head with a weapon.

“Everything ok?” He asked when he was standing in front of you. His face now full of concern.

“We need to talk” was all you said.

Oliver gulped as you said those words. He wasn’t a fool. He knew that words never meant anything good.

“Ok…” he mumbled, searching your face for some kind of emotion that let him know that everything was ok.

“Do you want the room?” Diggle asked.

“No. We…we’re going home” Olive replied without taking his eyes off of you.

You two went back to the loft in silent. You didn’t have anything to say. He was there, safe and sound, after spending another night out as the Green Arrow. You didn’t know what he was up to at that moment and you were better off not knowing. When you stepped into the loft, he closed the door and you turned to look at him.

“Don’t do this” he said immediately.

“Don’t do what?” You asked.

“The way you look… I know you’re not going to tell me how much you love me” he said crossing his arms.

“You’re right” you sighed as you looked down at your feet, not knowing where to start. “Oliver, I don’t want to hurt you” you started talking. “But… you’re hurting me. Every night, every day you go out there I sit here not knowing if I will ever see you again alive. And it’s killing me” you said.

“You know what I do this” he frowned.

“I do, and I don’t want you to stop because you being the Green Arrow is one of the things I love about you. Still, I can’t. I don’t remember the last time I slept the whole night. I spend more time worrying about you than loving you and it’s too much”

Oliver could feel his heart literally breaking into tiny pieces. You were the best thing that ever happened to him and you were leaving him. It didn’t matter that you didn’t want to hurt him, you were doing it and he understood why. That’s why he didn’t know what to tell you to make you stay. He knew you were right. You were suffering every single time he went out there to shot arrows.

“I know there is nothing I can do to change what I’ve done but I’m sure there is still something we can do about this” he said almost desperate.

“I’m sorry Oli” you said shaking your head. “I love you too much to see you kill yourself but I won’t stop you from being the Arrow” you added.

The way he was looking at you was also painful but you knew there was no other option. You took a deep breath and made your way to the door. A part of you hoped that he would stop you but he didn’t so you just walked out of the loft, knowing you were leaving an important part of you in there but also trusting it would really be for the best.

After wondering around the city for a while you knew the only place you could go was to Thea’s. It was true she was Oliver’s sister but she was also your best friend and that was exactly what you needed. Although she was working at the City Hall when you called her, the moment you told her what had happened with Oliver, she said she would pick you up in five minutes.

“Are you sure this is for the best?” She asked. When you got to her apartment, you told her what happened as you two sat on the couch.

“Yes… it was becoming too much and I couldn’t handle it anymore, Thea” you sighed looking down at your hands.

“I understand” she said nodding. “I just hope it really is for the best” she added.

“Me too” you agreed.

“Look, I have to go back to the City Hall, you can stay here as long as you need ok?” she said getting up.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be ok” you told her with a small smile.


Later that day, when it was already dark, you realized you hadn’t taken anything from the loft. All you had in your purse was your phone, your wallet, a notebook and an eyeliner. Everything was at the loft. When you checked the time you supposed Oliver would be around the city in his green costume so you decided it was the best moment to go back and take some of your stuff. First, you took a shower and borrowed some of Thea’s clothes before heading out. Of course, you left a note in case she came back before you did.

On the way to the loft you felt strangely calmed, like you were just going for a walk. But that calm disappeared the moment you opened the door of the loft and found the lights on and Oliver sitting on the couch. He looked up and surprised appeared on his face when he saw you.

“(Y/N)…” he said getting up immediately.

“I came to pick up some stuff” you said quickly.

Oliver’s heart broke again. For a moment he thought you were coming back to him. That he had a second chance but as soon as you said that he nodded and sat down once again, putting his face in his hands, feeling as miserable as he was feeling thirty seconds ago. As you walked towards the stairs, he looked at you. You were so damn beautiful and perfect to his eyes that he didn’t know how to let you go.

Some minutes later, you came back down with a little suitcase with you. That made everything even more real and painful.

“So…” you took a deep breath and closed your eyes for a moment. “Goodbye, Oliver” you said.

“Wait” he said getting up before you could get to the door. You stopped on your tracks, not turning to look at him but ready to hear whatever he had to say. “You should stay tonight” he said.

What? With a frown, you turned around to look at him. What he was talking about?

“What?”

“I’m trying to face the fact that the moment you walk out of that door you won’t be mine so…” he took a deep breath, not really knowing why he was doing this when it would hurt both of you even more. But he needed you, one more time, one last night before you left. “Stay” he said again.

“Oliver that won’t help any of us” you sighed. Despite what you were saying, you wanted to stay the night more than anything else, but you knew it wasn’t going to be good for any of you.

“Look…if this is it, at least let end it right…” he took a step towards you and placed a hand on your face, so you wouldn’t look away. “We’re already hurting. Both of us so…go on and twist the knife” he shrugged.

He had a point. You knew he did. It wouldn’t make any different but you didn’t know how to get over this if you stayed with him one more night.

“I don’t know Oliver…” you said looking down.

“Just…” he chuckled to himself. “Let me love you goodbye” he said.

You smiled a bit as he said the name of one of your favorite songs. How could you resist to this man when you knew you were desperately in love with him and you would always be?

“We’re so going to regret this” you mumbled taking a step closer before you kissed him.

The moment your lips touched, he placed the other hand on your cheek as well, deepening the kiss, as you wrapped your arms around him. You had always felt so good with him, so protected. It was home and you needed to be at home one more time before everything was over. Slowly, you two moved to the couch, taking off your clothes, until he laid you down on the couch, on your underwear, and he laid on top of you, kissing your neck slowly, making you forget why you were about to leave this man.

When you woke up the next morning, you two were still on the couch, covered by a blanket and with Oliver hugging you against his chest. You couldn’t even remember the last time you woke up like this. Usually he was already gone by the time you woke up. The feeling of his breath against your neck, made you want to stay but you knew you couldn’t. Nothing had changed. Maybe he had taken the night off but the city still needed the Green Arrow and Oliver needed him too.

Carefully you got up and got dressed, trying not to wake him up, and went to the door. Just before walking out of the loft, you turned to look one last time to the man who had your heart and would always have it. Then, you walked out.

Oliver woke up with the sound of the door closing and looked around confused, feeling cold. Soon, he realized you had been the one leaving so he got up fast and walked to the balcony just in time to see you crossing the street with the suitcase behind you. The image made Oliver’s heart break even more but he knew he couldn’t change your mind, he knew he wasn’t making you happy and letting you go was the best thing he could do, even when it was the hardest one he would ever do.

I’ve been thinking a lot about your eyes and how I found the whole world inside of you, an entire sheet that taught me how to fly when my feet were simply movies stuck in rewind. how your laugh was the foundation of a marathon we weren’t prepared for, one inhale to break my heart, two kisses to seal us into a series of raised voices to cradle two entities. maybe I loved you because you helped me remember, maybe it’s because you helped me forget, maybe we took pieces from a tomorrow that we thought we needed to get through now, maybe we inhaled too many summers to be able to find a reason to cry, maybe there was too much me where I was supposed to be holding you, maybe goodbye means you’re allowed to be happy with someone else, maybe I fell in love with a part of you instead of your whole. and the words you didn’t want to say, i heard everything. another apology and i’ll lose my mind, maybe i’ve already lost it. another i love you and we’ll both sink into bottles not deep enough to house sin. i used to take drugs to feel good, and then i took them to feel less. and now they don’t do much but cause withdrawals. some days it’s you that causes the emptiness, most days it’s missing parts of me that I’ll never see again. some people would agree that i gave too much away, but when you love like this, your all is the only way to break. if we knew how to approach the situation, if we knew what we were getting into, do you think it’d still be called an addiction? even the earth breaks in the form of clouds, and maybe that’s why we have rain. so when my heart tears and i have tears, maybe that’s why you’re in my fears. you are my fears. you are fear. terrifying beauty, i’d hang you high enough for kites to be shot down by lightning and if lips bring thunder from a kiss we should not have shared, then i can’t keep loving where we should have stopped caring. and if the weight of your promises burst through my veins and i leave you as blood all over the pages, do you think we should really call it love? I’ve been thinking a lot about your body and how I should have fallen for your mind first.
I’ll always be here for you... - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Just a small fluffy story with the Bat I wrote in 6 minutes (I’m a looser, I always check how long I take to write things…AHEM), right before going to work, hope you’ll like it ! As usual, feedbacks are always welcome :-) :

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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You hated this.

Oh God you hated it so much. 

You were used to be independent, to never ask for help. 

And that ever since you became an orphan. There were plenty of parentless children in Gotham…After all, it was the city with the highest crime rate in the USA (though those last few years, with the intervention of a certain “Batman”, there wasn’t any orphans anymore…or at least, not because of crime, as sometimes life was just unfair and an accident or disease was quick to happen…).

And because you found yourself alone so soon, and because there were that many orphans in your time, especially since you were from the poorest neighborhood in Gotham…Well you had to take care of yourself. You ended up in an orphanage, and there were way too many kids…

You had to learn how to handle shit by yourself, you had to find ways to avoid problems when you got yourself into trouble (and oh my your big mouth, sassiness, sarcasms and wits got you in plenty troubles). 

You took care of yourself. You stood up to bullies, even if you ended up getting a beat down. Hell, you took care of the weakest ones, the outcast, the weird ones that nobody wanted…because that’s how you are. That’s the reason it clicked so fast with Bruce actually, the reason you two fell for each other so hard. You both wanted to help, you had the same kind of background etc etc…And he loved that you always spoke your mind (unlike the people he had to deal with as Bruce Wayne), never afraid of the reactions. How you were always fair, but strict if you had to. How you were just never taking shit from anybody ! Your independence was something he loved and valued (though sometimes it was a bit frustrating how you’re refuse him to help you to do something…Also he was one of the only one you’d allow to help on very rare occasion though…like, ok, sure, he could carry you to the car and back home if you had one too many drinks). 

You’re independent, but cannot stop yourself from helping others. You got out of your ways a hundred time just to help someone…But someone helping you ? No. That wouldn’t do. 

Even now, as, after a motorbike accident, you broke one of your leg and one of your arm, as well as a few ribs. 

You know you should call one of your sons, your husband or Alfred. You know that. You know you actually need your help but…No. You just can’t. 

You always took care of yourself, and it’s not now that things are gonna change. Besides, you didn’t want your children, nor your Bruce or your surrogate father to think you were weak…Though this was probably the most ridiculous thing you could come up with. 

You ? Weak ? They would never dare even think it. You were the strongest woman they ever met, and you needing their help would never change that for them…but in your head ? Well, in your head needing help was a sign of weakness, and you grew up in a World were any sign of weakness would eat you alive, would throw you to the wolves of Gotham’s crime club… 

And so today, with an arm and a leg in a cast, and ribs that hurt whenever you even just breathed lightly, you didn’t call for their help as you were trying to get into a warm bath you had drawn for yourself. 

The first struggle was to sit down on the side of the bath and actually turn the water on…AND WHY WAS THIS DAMN BATH ONLY HAD TWO TEMPERATURE FOR ITS WATER  ? It was either “Mordor” or “Hoth”, no in-between, extremely hot, or extremely cold…fighting with just one arms and your damn ribs, balancing yourself thanks to the cast on your leg, you bend over to basically put half hot water and half cold water in the bath, hoping it would give it a manageable and pleasurable temperature…And you were right. 

The water was just perfect. 

The second struggle was getting your close off…Still sitting on the side of the bath you took your pants and panties off only God knew how, wiggling yourself out of them. Your shirt was more…Complicated. It took you literally an hour of frustration before finally being able to get it off, one inch at a time…You thought you’d never see the light of day again when your head got stuck in. 

Your bra…Oh well your bra was a nightmare. You twisted your healthy arms in so many ways you felt you were gonna break it too, and then ended up tearing everything apart out of anger. 

Finally, naked. 

You wrapped your leg and arm in a plastic bag, so the water would touch it, and you almost broke your neck getting in the bath…but you were in. And you did it by yourself. As it should be. 

You stayed in there for a long time, when the water started to run cold. You tried to add some hot water but ended up burning yourself pretty bad and wasn’t able to muffle your scream of pain. 

You hoped to God none of your family members heard and…Heavy steps running into your bedroom and then to the master bathroom shattered all hopes you had. 

Bruce. 

And the worried look on his face as he almost broke down the door getting in the room made your heart beat faster. 

He looked around, panicked, until he saw you in the bath and creased his eye brows. He approached you, looking damn perfect in his black suit (one of your favorite), and crouched down next to you. 

You looked gingerly at him, biting your lips slightly as you just knew what he was going to say. And sure enough, he started : 

-You’re impossible you know that ? How the Hell did you even got in there with your injuries ? Did you hurt yourself further ? 

With an annoyed sigh (you really hated when people worried too much about you, even though it also made your heart race with happiness to know someone was caring this much about you…Sometimes, you were a walking paradox) you say : 

-No I didn’t hurt myself. I mean I did, but not getting in the bath. I just…I just burned myself. 

You show your hand that got burned and…oh damn that man. He gently takes your hand in his, and kisses your burn, before slowly starting to suck on your fingers…you shiver. 

Hot. And it’s not just the burn…

Tenderly, he puts some stray wet hair out of your face and smile. You can’t help but smile back. He takes your fingers out of his mouth, and kisses your cheek. 

He doesn’t say those dreaded words, he doesn’t ask : “Can I help you ?”, no…he just does it. After brushing his fingers on your cheek, kissing you softly on the lips, and making sure your burn wasn’t actually too bad, he went and grabbed a bottle of shampoo. 

Your favorite. Of course. It smelled like (your favorite scent), and it was his favorite too…

You flinch as he goes behind you, and settles himself there, on his knees. The man is such a giant that he’s still taller than you even like that. You straighten, and wince as your ribs are acting out again. 

His mouth is at your ear now and : 

-Just relax, I’ll wash your hair for you. 

And as the tip of his fingers dip in the water and he starts massaging your scalp with some shampoo, all your want of resisting disappears. 

You were about to tell him that you were fine, that you didn’t need his help but…oh, oh it feels too good, how his hands caress your hair all the way down to your neck, how all his moves are tender, soft, careful and loving. 

And you realize…You do need him. You really do. 

You will always need him. And he knows how to help you without you feeling like your dependent of him but…You are. 

You are and you don’t care. 

Because you love him. Because he’s everything to you. And because he’s the first one who ever showed you what it was to be truly loved, to know someone cared for you, to be worshipped like a damn princess. 

Every time you looked at him, you just felt his adoring gaze on you, his eyes full of awe and..

-I love you my Broosh. 

You simply say. And you know, even though you can’t see him, that he’s smiling. Of his genuine and full of joy smile he only reserves for you. 

-I love you too. More than you can ever imagine. 

Oh but you can imagine. Because of how much you love him and if he…

-I will always love you, you’re everything I want in this life and more. I love you, and I wish you’d let me love you more. I wish you’d let me show you that I can’t live without you. I wish you’d let me help you more, and my love, it doesn’t make you weaker to accept my help. I love you. I’m here for you. I’ll always be. There’s a million things I could tell you, and I will. But right now, let me just take care of you please, because I love you more than my own life, and I can’t bear to see you in any pain. Just…let me love you. 

You cannot say anything. His fingers through your hair are dizzying. And when he helps you out of the bath, dries you and carry you bridal style to your shared bed…Yes. 

Bruce Wayne is the only one that can make you speechless. 

And here, in his arms, you’re completely dependent of him, you’re at his mercy and…You wouldn’t have it any other way. 

-I love you my heart. 

-I love you too (Y/N), love of my life. So much it hurts. I love you too…

Fin.

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Pardon if there’s any terrible mistakes and if this is bad. I wrote it very fast and had to run to work).