i should not realize these things so quickly

somebody else // stiles stilinski pt. 7

Summary: Stiles broke her heart and now she can never look at him the same. They remained friends, but she can’t exactly find it in herself to truly forgive Stiles and he doesn’t know how to accept her new relationship with the one person he can’t stand. Overtime, they both eventually got over each other… or have they?

Requested: no, collab with @minhosmeanhoe

Warning: no, mature language  

Inspired by this song

Masterlist

She didn’t remember much of the events that had happened earlier in the week other than the fight. Stiles hadn’t been in school for three days, most likely because of his broken nose, making it easier for her to avoid the stinging pain in her chest every time she caught a glimpse of him.

She questioned which hurt more, avoiding him or facing the pain that came with being in his presence. The sympathetic looks and murmurs that she received while walking in the halls for the rest of the week made her head spin. Katalina was in no mood for fake sympathy or condolences for something people knew nothing about. Deep down, she was tired of playing this constant cat and mouse game her and Stiles had started a few weeks ago.

Keep reading

Imagine Chris finding out you wrote his favorite love story.

A/N: Part 2 is here, yo! :) You can find the previous parts here: (Unexpected Reader - Part 1) I’m really liking where this is going, do you? ❤️

After Chris returned with your second vanilla latte, and his first green tea- he wasn’t a coffee person unless his schedule needed him to be- the both of you chatted at your corner table in Starbucks. The way you talked to each other, it was like two old friends rather than a fan with her celebrity crush. You’d started the conversation incredibly nervous; you’d had to hide your clammy palms under your butt in fear that he’d reach over and give your hand another pat or gentle squeeze. But the more you talked to Chris, the calmer you became about the whole situation. You didn’t know what it was about him that normalized him despite his celebrity status and deadly good looks, but for a second- you could almost forget that you were talking to Chris Evans.

Believe it or not, Chris was everything you’d imagined he’d be, and more- if that was even possible. The way you’d portrayed him in your stories was- as far as you could see- a hundred and ten percent accurate. The man was sweet, kind, funny, intelligent, and real. Chris was real, he was real with his questions, his comments, and his interest in what you had to say. You were so lost in the conversation- in his darling blue eyes- that you forgot to take some notes so you could write a piece based around this once in a lifetime meeting, though you doubt you needed anything to remind you of this interaction. You were pretty sure this was something you were going to remember on your deathbed, which was surely moments away if he continued to smile at you the way he was.

Now the realistic side of you reminded you not to fall too hard for, or get too attached to the man you clearly had no chance with; you had to know that Chris was just talking to you to pass time in a boring airport. But the hopelessly romantic and imaginative side of you said otherwise; Chris wasn’t the kind of guy who would approach a girl unless he was genuinely interested, be it romantically, or platonically. You may not have known him personally, but you knew he wasn’t the kind of guy who would lead people on, or use people. You’d watched enough interviews, read enough articles and fan encounters, and written enough fan fiction to know that he was a genuinely nice guy who was worth befriending and loving if you were ever lucky enough to acquire those chances. Perhaps you didn’t have a chance at being his girlfriend like you’d always dreamed of, but maybe- just maybe, you had a chance at being his friend.

“So tell me, Y/N.” He began and smiled when he saw how much more relaxed you were with him now than you were at the start of the conversation. Your hands had dried and returned to thrum the tabletop quietly as you waited for him to finish his sentence. “What made you want to pursue screen writing?”

“Would you believe me if I said you?” You quizzed with a small smile, which grew wider when you saw him smile. You started explaining when you saw his facials prompt a continuation, “I um- I’ve always loved writing, ever since I was kid. I liked making up stories, imagining all the different lives I could live and all the different jobs I could do. It was a good escape from my mundane life,” you admitted with pursed lips. “But uh- I never really thought about turning it into a career until I started writing fan fiction about you on Tumblr.”

“How do you mean?”

“I wrote as an escape,” you said and he nodded, acknowledging what you’d told him earlier “I took myself into a different world where I could have the perfect life with the perfect guy so I could feel better. Writing was like a safe haven, a place where nothing bad could get to me. It made me happy and I realized…” You trailed off, licking your dry lips. “There must be a lot of people like me out there who needed someone else to be, someone wonderful to be with. I just- there had to be someone out there who needed a safe haven too.”

“So you started posting on Tumblr,” he finished for you and you nodded.

“I started out pretty slow, I had a few likes here and there. Um- It took a while for me to build a fan base, but eventually- I had a reasonable number of readers who supported all my pieces. A lot of them thanked me for writing something that took their mind off a bad day. Some thanked me for making them smile and-” You felt your eyes welled with tears of joy; you were still touched every time you talked about your interactions with your readers. “And some would tell me that my stories gave them a reason to hold out for a love as strong as the ones I wrote about.”

Chris smiled as he listened to you answer his question in great detail with an indescribable amount of pride and passion. He felt his heart flutter as he unknowingly starting falling for you. You were a lot like the protagonist in one of his favorite love stories, which was surprisingly a Chris Evans mini series written by a fan on Tumblr. He’d found the link lodged away in his Twitter mentions, a simple sentence “you deserve a love as strong as this” caught his attention and invited him into the world of fan fiction. He spent a whole day reading the entire series and wishing he’d the life that Chris Evans had, wishing he had the girl that Chris Evans had. He was still yet to ask if you’d heard about the series, perhaps you could help him find out who wrote it because he’d love to meet and talk to the talented and obviously lovely author who surely based the second person protagonist around herself. Maybe she was the one, maybe they could get together and try to work towards the life she wrote about.

“What I thought was a hobby changed people’s lives for the better,” you continued and he nodded, smiling. “So how can I not make that into a career? How can I waste my ability to inspire and touch people through my words? To make them realize that they deserve something great? I don’t know, I’m rambling a little.” You chuckled nervously and he shook his head. “I just feel like if I can change one life, my time on this earth has been worthwhile.”

“That’s sweet,” he smiled. “Like- that’s just-” He found himself at a lost for words as he watched you intently. He chuckled softly with a shake of his head, “you’re- you’re kind of amazing, Y/N.” You felt your cheeks flush as you bit back your growing smile. “That is- that’s an amazing answer to such a simple question. But before I say anything else, I don’t think I have anything to do with your decision. I’m just one of the pieces, y'know? I mean- it sounds to me like you would’ve done something amazing with your talent even if you weren’t a fan of mine. I was just lucky enough to be the one you wrote about, I had nothing to do with any of it.”

“Well that’s not entirely true,” you chuckled. “I wouldn’t have pursued anything if I weren’t a fan of yours.” You told him and he narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Yes, I would’ve wrote about someone else but- your success story is kind of what made me push myself into studying screenwriting. In all your interviews, you talked about pushing yourself into what scares you. Like working with Marvel and going to New York to pursue your acting career- those stories are what inspired me to pursue my own, I would’ve never if it weren’t for you.”

He smiled, unsure of what to say except, “I’m glad I could help. You’re very talented from what I could see over your shoulder,” he said then chuckled when you did. “Would you mind letting me read something else of yours? I promise I won’t judge,” he told you when you looked hesitant. “Unless you’re one of those kinky smut writers,” he teased. “‘Cause then maybe there’ll be a little judgement.”

“Hey, some of my best friends are kinky smut writers.”

“Oh,” he chuckled. “Well, I don’t mean any disrespect to them. I’m just- stunned they can come up with what they come up with. Perhaps I should take a few tips, turn my vanilla based life into something more swirly.” He joked and you laughed, covering your mouth when you realized you were attracting attention.

“Like you need any tips on how to get things done in the bedroom,” you said then blushed when he smiled. “Fine,” you opened your laptop screen and turned it towards him after opening your most successful piece; your mini-series. “It’s um- It’s a mini-series, so it’s fairly long.” You explained and Chris’ heart skipped a beat; his eyes quickly scanned what was in front of him so he could determine if you were the girl he was looking for. “You don’t have to read it all, you can just-”

“Holy crap,” his eyes stopped at one of the many sentences he’d read a thousand times. “Drunk minds speak for a sober heart,” he mumbled to himself then looked up at you. Your eyes narrowed in confusion when you saw the way he was looking at you. Was that- adoration? You were about to question him when he smiled and breathed, “it’s you.”

Tags: @chrisevans-imagines @widowsfics @m-a-t-91 @xoxomioxoxo @imaginesofdreams @ateliefloresdaprimavera @katiew1973 @winter-tospring @shamvictoria11 @caitsymichelle13 @michellekeehlmello @letterstomyself21 @soymikael @faye22 @always-an-evans-addict @sammyrenae68 @brobrobreja @elizabeth-matsuoka @thegirlwiththeimpala @camerica96 @all-of-the-above11 @whenyourealizethisisntagoodname @yourtropegirl @smoothdogsgirl @createdbytinyaddiction @siofrataylor @dreamingintheimpalawithdean @imaginary-world-of-mine @wanderingkat77 @grantward3 @rileyloves5 @chrsmom302 @buckys-shield @mylittlefandomfanfictions @breezykpop @catch-me-im-a-falling-star @tabi-toast @ssweet-empowerment @hayleesteashoppe @chrixa @feelmyroarrrr @akidura79 @louisespecter @castellandiangelo @ccrossfire @assxmblesstuff @edward-lover18 @princessesnaddy @1d-niallerbieberforever @dxbrevgrey @bellastellaluna @christopher-or-steven @brokenwingsxix @yourenotrogers @im-a-fandom-slut (Inbox me if you’d like to be added to the tag list)


Part 3A

New Fic: Courtship (1/7)

Fandom: Mass Effect: Andromeda

Chapter Title: The Tavoan (read on Ao3!)

Pairing: Jaal Ama Darav/Skylar Ryder

Rating: Teen

Summary: Jaal’s family comes to Meridian, ready to ask questions and get some answers about the relationship between Ryder and Jaal. 

Notes: Finally throwing out some Andromeda fic. Yay! This is for @theherocomplex because we finally share a ship again! <3 And just a note, there are end-game spoilers here, so tread carefully if you haven’t finished the game yet. 

#

“Tell me true. Does my son satisfy you sexually?”

Ryder stills, a cup of tea halfway to her mouth, at Sahuna’s question. “Umm…” she says as a way to try to stall from answering, or better yet, not acknowledging the question at all.

This is supposed to be a relaxing lunch, a chance for Ryder to spend some time together with Sahuna. Now that Jaal’s family took the time to come to Meridian, Ryder cleared her schedule as much as possible. She and Sahuna sit in her father’s old quarters in the Hyperion, listening to music while eating an actual home-cooked meal. But instead of enjoying her salad - with actual greens from Elaaden - Ryder wants to be anywhere but here.

“Oh, how your cheeks redden,” Sahuna says, delight in her voice. “Jaal told me about the human blushing, but I never expected to see it myself.” She sets down her fork next to her plate and looks right at Ryder. “Now, why are you embarrassed?”

Another question which makes Ryder want to find a hole and let it swallow her up. She takes a breath, and tries to remind herself about the differences in human and angaran culture. “Sex isn’t something we-” Ryder stops herself to take another breath. Why is remembering to breathe suddenly so difficult? “Something that humans talk about in public.”

Especially with your boyfriend’s mother…

Keep reading

The Graduate

Overview: To everyone who has graduated high school or college this year, this one’s for you.

Characters: Sister!Reader, Dean, Sam, Cas (mentioned)

Word Count: 850

Warnings: mild language

A/N: My little bro graduated today. Super proud of him. Loved being there to support him. Bored out of my mind during the ceremony. So I grabbed a program and a pen and this drabble was born. I hope you guys enjoy it ;)

The air was stuffy, and the beads of sweat trickling down my back added to the growing dampness that was my current state of being. I fidgeted with the uncomfortable elastic securing my hat to my head and wished for the tenth time that I was anywhere but in this cheap, metal fold-out chair. I was right in the middle of a sea of people dressed in identical robes, anticipation and nervousness radiating thickly through the crowd. The first row stood and began to make their way across the stage, cheers and yells sounding from the audience as each name was called. I mentally prepped myself for the silence that would follow mine.

They’d caught a hunt a few days ago, and what was supposed to be a quick salt and burn had turned into a large number of vengeful spirits spread across the surrounding towns. They’d called me last night, their voices thick with regret as they told me they wouldn’t be home for at least another two days. I’d kept my voice strong, assuring them it was no big deal and that finishing the case was more important. They needed to stay, and I’d be fine. I’d been lying, but I’ve always been a good liar.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

U should write more of that prompt w/ badass!harry but at the part where harry finally shows Draco the tattoos on his back

I’ve gotten so many requests for this, and I actually wrote a second part a while ago, but never posted it, so I decided it’s finally time that I do 😁 just a warning that it is very long

My Writing

Part One


Draco and Harry kept talking until they realized there were only five minutes left until they arrived at Hogwarts. They both quickly threw their robes on and gathered their things.

“Excited?” Harry asked as they felt the train slowing down.

“Um…I guess so,” Draco said quietly, not meeting Harry’s eyes.

Harry was about to respond when someone burst through the door to the compartment.

Ron.

“Harry! Mate! We’re sorry we never got to come sit with you, we-” Ron realized Harry wasn’t the only one in there, and he narrowed his eyes at Draco. “What’s he doing here?” Ron spat out.

“We were keeping each other company,” Harry said flatly.

“No company at all is surely better than his company.” Ron glared at Draco as he spoke to Harry.

“I guess we’ll have to agree to disagree, then. I’ve found that Draco is actually a lot better company than some of the other people I’ve found myself spending time with…or maybe not so much time with…anymore,” Harry said bitterly and then, “Come on, Draco. Let’s go get a carriage before they’re all full.”

Harry grabbed Draco’s arm and pulled him out to the carriages.

Ron knew exactly what Harry was talking about. Ever since the war, Harry was, and understandably so, much different than he used to be. And Ron was too, of course, just not as much of a drastic change. It’s not that he didn’t want to hang out with Harry. It was just that it wasn’t the same anymore. It wasn’t just a laugh all the time. A lot of times Ron would say something, just making normal conversation, and they would be like triggers to Harry. So many things now reminded Harry of his traumatic experiences, and it was hard for Ron to tiptoe around all of them. And Ron also liked spending some time alone with Hermione now, which of course took time away from being with Harry. Hermione felt the same way in regards to Harry, but said that they just needed to give him some time and space and he’d come around.

“Potter…” Draco said carefully, sensing his anger and not wanting to set him off.

Harry didn’t respond and Draco felt Harry tighten his grip on his wrist as he continued to pull him along. It wasn’t until they got by the carriages and Harry saw the thestrals that his grip loosened, but he still didn’t let go.

Harry stood there and stared at them for several minutes, no doubt picturing all the deaths he was forced to witness over the past few years, Draco knew this.

“Potter,” Draco tried again, but to no avail.

“Harry.”

Harry’s head snapped back to look at Draco at the sound of his first name. Draco blushed.

“Harry, c’mon. Let’s get in the carriage, yeah?” He asked softly. He knew he had to be careful with how and what he said right now. Harry was upset and he didn’t want to make it worse.

“Yeah…okay,” Harry responded quietly, but made no move to get in.

Draco slid his wrist from Harry’s now slack grip, and placed his own hand around Harry’s wrist, gently tugging him.

Harry followed easily and got into the carriage with Draco.

Harry sighed.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, looking down at his hands.

“It’s okay…you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Ron, Hermione, and I aren’t as close as we used to be.”

Draco was shocked Harry was telling him this information.

“They’ve never said anything to me, but I know. I know they think I’m like…depressed and stuff. I know they don’t think I’m fun to be around.”

“I’m sure they don’t think that.”

“They do. I heard them say it. They obviously didn’t think that I could hear them, but I could.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I think you’re very fun to be around.”

Harry looked up and smiled at Draco. Just like when they were on the train and Harry started laughing at Draco’s expense, Draco’s breath caught in his throat. It was just such a nice smile, and the laugh was such a nice sound. Nice…and genuine. Not the fake act that Harry so often put up now. It was real, and Draco loved it.

They sat next to each other in a comfortable silence. That was until Ron and Hermione entered their carriage just seconds before they started to move. Draco felt Harry tense up next to him upon their arrival.

The two of them quietly took their seats and then looked at Harry.

“Harry, Hermione and I are really sorry that we haven’t been hanging out with as often anymore. We know that you’re going through-”

“It’s fine,” Harry cut him off, not wanting to hear it.

“Harry, no,” Hermione interjected.

“Really guys. It’s okay. It’s mostly my fault anyway, and I get that you want some time for just the two of you. I know how relationships work. So it’s fine. We’re fine. Just drop it, okay? Please.”

The two of them just nodded, not sure of what to say.

Hermione then cleared her throat and turned to Draco.

“So, how was your summer, Draco?”

Draco could tell she was clearly trying to break up the obvious tension between him, Ron, and herself.

“Fine, thanks,” Draco said politely. That was far from the truth, but he didn’t really feel like sharing his family problems with her. He knew that the courteous thing to do would have been to ask her how her summer was, but Draco didn’t really care, and didn’t feel like pretending that he did. He didn’t care about blood-status anymore, so that’s not why he was being semi-rude, he just didn’t like her.

Their carriage finally arrived at the castle and Draco nearly sighed in relief. They got out and headed to the Great Hall. When they got into the castle, McGonagall was standing there waiting for the 8th years, much like their first year. McGonagall looked at Harry and he could see the shock on her face at his new appearance. She smiled at him nonetheless, and Harry gave her a smile back. He always had a soft spot for her.

“Since we are lacking space in your old house dormitories, we have set up one specifically for eighth years. They’re set up much like the other ones, but we understand that you all are older and need more privacy now. We have arranged them so that each person has their own room.The rooms aren’t large, but there isn’t much reason to do anything but sleep in them, really. Each has a door with your name on it. That will be your room. I will show you to your dorms after the feast.”

She then walked away to get ready for the sorting, and the eighth years made their way into the Great Hall, where there was also a table designated just for them. Everyone in the hall gasped and looked at Harry, some even pointing. He heard murmurs of, “tattoos…piercing…hair”.

Everyone around Harry was talking excitedly about the new dorms and table just for them. Harry didn’t really care, but he supposed it would be nice to have a little privacy.

“Our own rooms, mate!” Ron said and slapped Harry on the back.

“Yeah…should be cool.” Harry forced out a laugh.

Ron smiled, clearly satisfied with Harry’s response.

Harry took a seat next to Draco and away from Ron and Hermione. He just didn’t really feel like talking to anyone at the moment.

The sorting started, but Harry didn’t pay attention. He didn’t care. The feast then started, but again, Harry didn’t care. He didn’t even touch the food. He just stared straight ahead and began thinking about Dobby and how much he would be enjoying working in the kitchens again now that school had started. Harry kept thinking himself sadder and sadder until something snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Harry?”

“Sorry, just thinking. What is it?”

“I was just saying that you should eat something…you haven’t all day.”

Draco looked at him in concern.

“Oh. No, I’m okay. Not hungry, really.”

“If Dobby were here, could you imagine how happy he would be to know that his friend was enjoying the food he had made?” Draco knew he was pressing his luck saying this. He wasn’t sure how Harry would react.

Fortunately, though, it was a good reaction. A small smile had replaced Harry’s frown and he began putting some food on his plate.

After the feast, McGonagall showed them their new dorm. It was decorated in all 4 house colors, and everyone looked around in awe. She then pulled Harry aside.

“How are you, Potter?” She asked him, concern evident in her eyes.

“Oh I’m…you know, as good as you can be after…” he trailed off.

“I understand. Just know that if you need anything, you can always come to me.”

“Thanks, Professor,” he told her with a smile.

“Oh and Potter, I noticed you and Mr. Malfoy sitting by each other and talking. Are you two, perhaps, friends now?”

Harry smiled.

“Something like that.”

She nodded and then added, “I like the new look, too, by the way. Your hair, it’s nice.” She smiled and then walked away.

Harry chuckled. He knew she was lying, but appreciated her effort at making him feel better.

Harry headed up to the boys’ dorm and found the door with his name on it. He looked around and saw that the rooms were set up in pods of two. He smiled when he saw Draco was the person he’d be sharing the area with.

Harry went into his room and saw his things laying at the foot of the bed. He changed into his pajamas and jumped into bed. He wasn’t in the mood to socialize with everyone. He was frustrated because he knew his declining friendship with Ron and Hermione was his own fault, but he just couldn’t stop isolating himself, not only from them, but from everyone. Despite his frustration, though, Harry began thinking about his new friendship with Draco, and how he wanted it to be more than that, and how he wanted to show him his secret tattoos. And to those thoughts, Harry was able to fall asleep quickly.

His sleep was not nearly as peaceful as it was quick, though. He soon fell into a nightmare. It was about the war, just like the ones he always had.

Harry was woken up from his nightmare, however, by a warm hand gently shaking him.

“Harry…Harry it’s okay. Wake up,” the voice said distantly.

Harry slowly opened his eyes and could just make out a shape in the darkness, He jumped at the sight.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s just me.”

“Draco?”

“The one and only.”

“What are you doing in here?” Harry asked with a shaky voice.

Draco turned the lights on and then walked back over to Harry.

“I was about to go to bed, but I heard you screaming…you were having a nightmare.”

Harry looked away, blushing.

“Sorry,” he said, almost inaudibly.

“It’s not your fault, Harry. It’s fine.”

Harry could still feel himself shaking from the nightmare, and felt even more embarrassed.

Draco gently tugged on his shirt. Harry startled at the action.

“It’s okay, Harry. I’m not going to hurt you. Let’s get this shirt off, okay? You’re drenched in sweat.” Draco pushed back the hair that was stuck to Harry’s sweaty face.

Harry was tired and didn’t want to put up a fight, but he remembered his tattoos. He knew he wanted Draco to see them, but not now, not like this.

“No, no. S’fine,” Harry mumbled.

“It’s not fine, Harry. C’mon, sit up.”

Draco pulled Harry into a sitting position and then pulled all of Harry’s hair back and put it up into his signature bun for him, keeping it out of the way.

“I-I can do it,” Harry trembled out, still shaken from the nightmare.

Draco rolled his eyes.

“Stop being stubborn, Potter. Now lift,” Draco said, nodding towards his arms.

Harry sighed in defeat. If there was one person that was more stubborn than him, it was Draco Malfoy. Harry lifted his arms.

Draco pulled the shirt up and over Harry’s head, he took in the tattoos on Harry’s chest, but then just walked over to the bathroom, not saying anything. Draco knew that now was not the time. He came back from the bathroom with a damp cloth. He scooted Harry over a bit and sat down next to him.

He gently began wiping the sweat from Harry’s face and body. The cloth was cool on Harry’s skin and he let out a gasp when it touched him.

“Oh yeah. It might be cold.”

Harry chuckled quietly and just let Draco run the cloth over his body.

“Over,” Draco murmured.

Harry turned, now uncaring if Draco saw that tattoo on his back.

Draco wiped the cloth up and down his back, paying special attention to a place on the back of his shoulder. Draco finished and walked back to the bathroom to put the cloth back.

“Better?” He asked.

Harry nodded.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime, Potter.”

“I like it better when you call me Harry, you know.”

Draco was surprised at this.

“Okay. Harry it is. Lay down now, you need to sleep,” He said while helping Harry back into a laying position and covering him with the blankets.

“Could you…stay?” Harry blushed.

Draco didn’t say anything, but climbed into the bed and under the covers with Harry, who had his back to Draco now.

“Nox,” Draco whispered and the room went dark again.

Draco quickly got comfortable, and then slung his arm around Harry’s waist and pulled him in so they were pressed up to each other, back-to-chest. Harry quickly fell asleep again, and Draco soon after.

They woke up the next morning to the sun shining brightly into Harry’s room.

Harry had forgotten what happened during the night and jumped a little when he felt a body behind him.

“Relax, love. You’re fine,” Draco mumbled, still half asleep.

Harry blushed at the nickname, but then relaxed back into Draco’s touch.

“Mm,” Draco hummed in response to Harry’s now relaxed body.

Harry turned so he could face Draco. Draco lifted his arm so Harry could move, but then quickly returned it, this time on his back. He began to absentmindedly rub circles onto it.

Harry sighed, content.

Draco then opened his eyes, meeting two bright green irises. He smiled at Harry.

“G’morning,” Draco said and then yawned.

“Morning!” Harry said brightly.

“Someone’s in a good mood this morning,” Draco commented.

“Yes, well, it’s not everyday that I wake up with a very attractive blond in my bed,” Harry said boldly. What did he have to lose?

“Oh?” Draco inquired with a raised eyebrow.

“Yup!”

“Well it could be everyday…if you want.”

Harry blushed at that. He wasn’t expecting it.

“I-I might.”

“Good. Because I could get used to this.”

Draco then sat up and stretched.

“So,” Draco began, now looking down at Harry who was still laying. “When did you plan on telling me about these?” Draco asked as he traced a finger around the lily.

Harry’s heartbeat sped up at the contact.

“Soon…” Harry said shyly.

“Oh really?”

“Yes. I just…didn’t think telling you after I had just woken you up with a blood curdling scream from a nightmare would’ve been the best time,” Harry joked.

Draco chuckled.

“I wouldn’t have minded.”

Harry blushed but gave him a smile.

“Well, that one,” Harry said, referring to the flower Draco was running his fingers along, “is for my mother, who saved my life when I was a baby…as I’m sure you know by now.”

“Mm. I figured as much…and this one?” He said, moving his fingers across to the other flower.

“Is um…well I’m not sure if you know this, but you’re mother, she kind of saved my life. She said I was-”

“I know,” Draco said, cutting him off. He knew Harry didn’t want to go too much into depth about his memories of the war.

“Right. So a narcissus flower for your mother, Narcissa…for saving my life.”

“Clever,” Draco teased. “So, two flowers for the two people who saved your life,” he confirmed.

“Yes. But there was a third person who saved my life, too.”

Harry met Draco’s grey eyes before turning over.

“I like this one,” Draco said quietly, tracing the green dragon.

“It’s my favorite. You see, this boy I know, you might know him too, he didn’t give me up to Voldemort after I was captured and brought to his house. He didn’t tell them it was me, even though we had years of fighting and hating each other behind us. If it weren’t for him, I would have been killed then.”

“I never hated you,” Draco said and leaned down to press a soft kiss to the wing of the dragon.

Harry sucked in a breath when he felt Draco’s warm lips on his skin.

“I-I didn’t hate you either.”

“Good,” Draco mumbled into Harry’s skin, covering the dragon with kisses.

Draco moved to kiss down Harry’s spine.

“Draco,” Harry breathed out.

Draco kissed down to the waistband of Harry’s pants.

“You were right, Harry. I would love to have a look at your arse.” He kissed back up to Harry’s shoulders. “But we can save that for a different time.”

Draco flipped Harry over and found Harry blushing deeply, but grinning up at him.

“You’re beautiful,” Draco murmured. “Your cheeks.” He placed a kiss to each blushing cheek. “Your jaw.” Kiss. “Your neck.” Several kisses, maybe even a bite, which Harry let out a quiet whimper at. “Your nose.” Kiss. “Your eyes.” Two featherlight kisses to Harry’s eyelids. “Your messy hair.” A kiss to the top of Harry’s head. “Your stupid scar.” Harry chuckled as Draco pressed a soft kiss to the lightening-bolt shape on his forehead. “And, of course, your lips.”

Draco smashed his lips onto Harry’s. Harry immediately wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck. Draco sat so he was straddling Harry’s waist. They kissed for several minutes, and when Draco lightly tugged at Harry’s lip ring and then slid his tongue into Harry’s mouth, Harry let out a loud moan. They kissed until they had to pull away for breath.

“I should have done that years ago.”

Harry smiled lazily and mumbled his agreement. Draco just laughed and pressed one more short kiss to Harry’s lips before standing up and stretching.

After that day, things were different. But for the better. Draco was the missing piece Harry needed. He was much happier and almost back to his old self. His friendship with Ron and Hermione was as good as ever. Draco is responsible for that. He would make Harry hang out with them or invite them to be with himself and Harry. He told Harry he didn’t want to see him lose such a good friendship. Ron and Hermione weren’t thrilled about Harry being with Draco, of all people, at first, but after seeing how happy they made each other, they were fine with it. Harry rarely felt so cripplingly sad anymore, like he so often used to, because Draco was always there to brighten his day. Sure he got sad from time to time, and even if Draco couldn’t do anything to make it better, he’d just sit with Harry and tell him how much he loves him. And that was enough.

Harry made things better for Draco, too. People no longer sneered and insulted him when they saw him. No one called him “the death eater” anymore. Draco brought Harry home to the Manor that year for Christmas. He was trembling with nerves because who knew what his parents would think. But Harry had calmed him down. Told him to relax. “If they don’t like me, I’ll live Draco. They wouldn’t be the first people.” His mother took an instant liking to Harry. Lucius, not so much. But Harry never gave up, and Lucius finally warmed up to him. Harry was always there to hold Draco when he was feeling bad about himself. He would always tell him that he was lovely and that he made Harry the happiest person in the world.

After a year of dating, Draco went to a muggle tattoo shop and got a lightening bolt tattoo. Harry got a second tattoo for the person he loved. He got the Draco constellation tattooed across his back.

Three years after that, Harry got something else that would always keep him connected to Draco: a ring. Draco had proposed to him on September 1st, a day that was special to both of them. The day that their friendship, that quickly led to their relationship started. The day that changed everything. The most important day of their lives.

Pain of the Past

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Request: Hiya! Can you do a Reader x dean where they get into an argument and he throws up his arms/steps forward or something and Reader flinches as if she thought he would hit her and it breaks his heart?

Warnings: Some language, mentions of a past abusive relationship, angst, and some fluff.

Word Count: 914

A/N: Well I gave this my best shot so I hope you like this!!!

Originally posted by frozen-delight

“You don’t need to come on this hunt!”

You glared at Dean. This was the third time he had tried to stop you from going on a hunt and you’d had it. “And what gives you any right to say what I can or can’t do?” You snapped back.

“I’m not saying you can’t go, I’m just saying we don’t need you.” Dean ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

“Oh really? Because the last time you said that you came home with a bullet in your shoulder and Sam had a sprained wrist!” Dean had been trying this new method of saying he didn’t need you in hopes that you would believe him, but it was complete bullshit.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

I know youre tryna write about the golf video but ... any thoughts on this sims episode??? oh my god I laughed so much.

i don’t foresee myself writing about it at length bc i don’t think there’s a ton there to analyze but i just watched it and wrote down my thoughts as it happened so i’ll just share those lmao. mostly i just love the 2017 branding which is still completely dominated by flirting and sex jokes. what is the world we are living in honestly. 

more thoughts: 

  • i am 3 minutes in and i’ve already paused to replay things like 15 times because wtf PENIS jokes. they’re just so comfortable with this? dan barely blinked as he delivered that “we like cock everyone” quip? and phil’s little tiny twitch of a smile showing that he definitely heard it, definitely GOT it, definitely is okay with dan saying it!!!!!! fucking hell.
  • why is phil so excited about transforming things, why is dan so adorably fond of him? 
  • also. dan loves bragging about phil’s english language degree so damn much. like i’ve def heard HIM mention that degree far more times than i’ve ever heard phil mention it.
  • this video is basically another instance in which dark!phil is determined to rise. i’ve said in like several video responses now that they’re trying to kill innocent!phil with fire and i think this is a great demonstration of that–he’s like actually GLEEFUL about the idea of ruining the pancakes’ lives and i’m lowkey living for it. 
  • manny vs. nanny. phil’s internalized gender binary … yike. i like that dan pointed out that ‘nanny’ isn’t an innately gendered word, that u don’t really need to draw a distinction by saying ‘manny,’ and phil agreed. his instinct was towards gendering it but with dan’s input he quickly realized the implications of that and seemed to backtrack (or at least explained why he said it. good stuff. i imagine this might be representative of how many of their conversations could go, if/when dan alerts phil to being less aware than he probably should be. very gentle, really, and effective.)
  • 5:34: dan shutting phil up by grabbing his hand and pushing it down. nice. they are really hellbent on working casual touching into every video now, so much that it is barely even a thing anymore. i’m so proud. i’m so emotional. i love this.
  • what the hell even is the banana exchange. why is 2017 phil branding going to be bananas? is this yet another penis joke? why did phil just stare into the camera after he said the banana he ate was really tasty. why did dan give him that sidelong glance. why. def a penis joke. ok.
  • 8:13: phil’s babysitter anecdote. dan just stares at phil for like 10 seconds before saying “golf games?” why does he sound,,, so weird. why did he ask if phil grabbed her boob what th e fuck dan is weird af is he jealous of a babysitter that phil had years ago?? ?? i don’t understand 
  • dil expresses a need to share insecurities, dan concludes he needs a “domestic interaction.” nice. he associates vulnerability in that way with domesticity and i’m HERE FOR THAT. 
  • 14:43: “ask career. ass career.” thanks phil. rly tho, angel!phil is dead.
  • “our audience is emotionally attached to this apartment.” INTERESTING. i wasn’t sure up till this point if this is something they’d think about or care about at all, but dan just said it so instinctively without thinking which indicates that, yes, were they to consider moving (they are considering it and going to do it this year, make no mistake), then one of the factors is ALL OF US and the level to which we feel connected to their current flat. that makes me feel a lot of feelings and think a lot of thoughts, but i suppose i shouldn’t be surprised by it. audience perception and awareness seems to have seeped into so many aspects of dnp’s lives. 
  • dan confirms that phil is not an angel. i mean we knew that, but thanks for making sure we got the message babe

this was a good and cute video. dan and phil love bananas and cocks and they also love flirting. those are my central takeaways. 

(dil burns the pancakes: sims #36)

Tarot Series? Tarot Series.

I know. If you know me personally, I’ve probably talked to you about this. Maybe it was 8 months ago. Maybe it was last week. Yes, I’ve been kicking this around and procrastinating on this for that long. But every time I read for myself, I think about spells and things that could go along with these cards and I get so inspired? So why not do it?

I originally was going to do an entire series of spell jars inspired by the Major Arcana. I’m not doing that anymore. One of my 2017 goals was to post more content that wasn’t jars, I DO other spell work in my personal craft but I only really share jars because it’s what y’all like? But I quickly realized that 22 spell jars in a row is a lot, and I might drive myself insane with repetition. 

So, I will be posting 22 Major Arcana inspired jars, spells, rituals, bath spells, charm bags, maybe some meditations, etc. Anyway you get the idea, right? It’s going to be fun! I hope you enjoy things other than jars because there will be some in there, don’t worry, but there will be plenty of other things as well! 

I should be posting my first one later today (if I can get my photos uploaded properly!) (and I have another project that should be going up later this week also!!)

🔮❤✨
Mystery Girl

Warnings: Very short.

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader.. kind of.

Y/n y/l/n. the girl with her head in the clouds. She seemed nice, she often dressed in short dresses with flowy skirts and some sort of boots, she often would wear earbuds and hummed along to the music, she often was reading a book between classes; totally oblivious to the outside world.

She was gorgeous, but very mysterious. She almost never spoke unless completely necessary, and although she often sat by herself during lunch, she seemed completely content and happy in her own world.
Peter didn’t really know what to think of this girl. She was very intriguing, but whenever he’d try to talk to her, he became intimidated with her lack of connection to the outside world.

So one day y/n was walking to class listening to music with a slight skip in her step, when Peter happened to bump into her. Literally.

He jerked his had out of his locker a little to fast and thwacked straight into her. Her books tumbled to the floor. She looked very concerned at first, but then cocked her head to the side, smiled kindly, and began to pick up the books before Peter could offer her a hand.

“I-I’m so sorry!” Peter held his hand out to help her up, but she didn’t respond. Then he realized, she still had her earbuds in and couldn’t hear a thing.

After she stood up she glanced at him for a moment, and then quickly turned away, her face turning red. She brushed off her skirt and then began her walk to class again. That same happy skip in her step.

Originally posted by jessikaort

This is very short, I might do a part two though. Should I?

The 26 things I’ve learned from life:
1. Be nice. Make it a part of who you are, not something you act out only when it’s convenient. Be nice, be nice and be nice. Even to people who don’t deserve it. No, you’re not being stupid nor are you foolish. Be nice because you care more about your heart. Be nice to the point that your heart doesn’t accept anger and hatred within it. Being nice to people is an act of kindness to yourself.
2. Everyone is afraid. No one really knows what’s going on. Some people are just better at pretending. Some people have mastered the art of going through the motion. But the fear of life is always there. So don’t let them fool you. It’s okay to be scared. You just have to stand your ground, again and again. Be scared still, but don’t stop from choosing the right thing.
3. Stop using and blaming the past for who you are, for the things you can control now. Your past isn’t catching onto you. No, you’re standing still, glancing over your shoulder and you’re waiting for it to swallow you whole. Don’t blame the past for the decision you’ve made to stop walking and moving forward.
4. This number is lucky because I say so. Because I believe so. It doesn’t matter what others think. It doesn’t matter that the Japanese believe it’s a number of death. As long as my belief doesn’t harm myself and anyone else, I can believe in anything I want. And yeah, I’m talking about a lot more than just my lucky number.
5. I can eat ice cream for breakfast. I have full control of my own life. I know when to stop, I know when it’s getting too much, I know what’s best for me because I know myself better than anyone. Don’t let people tell who you should be, what you should do. Because no matter how old you are, there’s always going to be someone who tries to do that. Don’t let them. Know yourself. Have that ice cream for breakfast if you want to.
6. Daydream more. It’s not a waste of time. It’s an attempt at surviving reality. Life can be harsh sometimes so you’re not weak or silly for daydreaming about things that are surreal and perfect. Imagine things being better and then you’ll have the strength to make them better. Because you wouldn’t be able to let go of that feeling…of perfection in your head. The perfection you could have for real.
7. Stop saying ‘… should be realistic’ and make it sound so negative. Chances are you’re going to achieve your dream if you work on it hard enough, if you believe in yourself enough, if you let go of things enough. Why do people use reality as an excuse to give up on things? Yes, let’s be realistic. Realistically, you can be happy, you can be successful, that person can love you back, and you can go through the hard times. Realistically, you can.
8. Read. You’re reading this long and boring list? Good. That’s a start. Now continue. Read every book you can find. Learn. Seek for more. Don’t ever get satisfied with what you know, no matter how smart you think you are, you don’t know enough. There’s so much of this world that you can’t possibly know in a lifetime. Don’t risk on missing out on anything.
9. Be sad. We’re not supposed to be happy all the time. Allow yourself the time to acknowledge how tired you are, allow yourself room to be real. Stop pretending that you’re fine when you’re not. Be sad, take the time you need. Hole up in your room and cry or listen to soothing music and sleep in all day. It’s okay. Afterwards you’ll be ready to be happy again.
10. It’s the thought that counts. I grew up with that rather religious value. When you already intend on doing something good, even when you haven’t said it out loud or acted out on it, God would already take into account your good intention. But it works the same way with bad intentions. So, just because you don’t say those bad things out loud or act on them, you’re still a bad person for thinking it. Slow down on the judgment and prejudice.
11. Stop comparing yourself with pretty much everyone else that you believe to be much luckier. They are who they are because they’re meant for it. You’re meant for something too but you wouldn’t be able to see that if you keep wishing to do what other people do or be someone else. You’re meant to be for you.
12. Don’t stop believing in fairy tales. What a sad life one must have if all they can see is the world as how it is and not as something more. One of these days, you’ll run out of things to live for if you keep counting only on the things you can touch or see, you can count and gain. There’s so much more to life that only requires you to have just a bit of faith.
13. Stop talking too much. Words can easily be misunderstood. Words can be twisted and used against you. Words can be so deadly when they’re said the wrong way. Talk when it’s necessary, when it’s true and when it’s out of kindness. Other than that, just shut your mouth and listen.
14. If you’re lucky enough to have been raised by decent parents, don’t ever stop cherishing them. You would always have your differences, your ups and downs. You may live your own life now but you wouldn’t be here without them so make sure you let them know how much you appreciate and love them. Don’t wait.
15. Don’t be too afraid to ask for help. You can be the most independent person in the world and you’d still need a helping hand here and there. Ask for it. Having too much pride in yourself wouldn’t do you any good in the end. There’s no shame in this. You still got everything under control.
16. Be so comfortable with yourself that you’re unafraid to do things alone. Go see that movie alone, treat yourself to a nice lunch, and go to bookstores. Why are some people so afraid of being alone? You can’t truly appreciate others’ existence when you can’t even stand being alone with the voices in your head.
17. Seventeen was the age when I thought I was supposed to be a certain way. That I was supposed to be this and that. And then I realized that that’s not the case. Just because society dictates us to follow this unspoken timeline and norms doesn’t mean we should succumb to it. It’s your life, make it your own.
18. Why are you in such a rush? Take time to slow down and just…be. You just achieved that one goal you had on your list. Revel in that small glory, enjoy it, you deserve it. Why should you move on so quickly to what’s next? Be grateful now, for any and every single thing you have, no matter how small. Tomorrow is tomorrow. Just focus on today.
19. When I was 19, I found out that fireflies are real. I know, I know. How oblivious I was. I used to think they’re just magical creatures out of books and stories. But then I got to see them and I was assured once again, magical things don’t just exist in books. Cherish the mundane things you’re so familiar with as if it’s magical. Because they are.
20. Forgive. Yeah, it’s one of the things that are easier said than done. But what good is it, holding on to anger and resentment? Aren’t you tired? Don’t you just want to let it go? Forgive the people who have wronged you. Forgive yourself for all your past mistakes. Forgive and let your heart be light.
21. Don’t expect things from anyone. At least not too much. Because yeah, we’re humans, we can’t stop ourselves from expecting. But nothing can disappoint you more than your own expectations. There are some things that are meant to be given without being asked. So if you don’t get them, move on.
22. Don’t wait on New Year’s to make up a list of resolutions. Don’t make up a bucket list as an ultimate goal you want to achieve because of death. Use life as the reason. You’re alive now. Act like it. Do those things you want to do now. Don’t wait for the perfect moment. Make new friends. Travel. Learn that new language. Ride a motorcycle. Anything. Do it now.
23. You don’t need that many friends. Just keep the ones that are worthy. Popularity feels good, I’m sure. But it doesn’t make you feel understood. All we ever need is to be cared for and treated right. You can only have that when you open yourself just enough to let people in and of course, you don’t let just about anyone come inside your fort.
24. Eat. Foods are like the easiest access to happiness. No one with full and satisfied tummy ever really complain about anything. Try different things. Be adventurous. Don’t limit yourself too much. You can always work out a sweat later on. And of course, stay hydrated too. Your skin would appreciate it.
25. Smile and laugh more. It doesn’t need that many muscles on your face to pull off a genuine smile. Just let it all out. Be merry and joyful not only during the holidays. Try to have it every day. If you just look, there’s always a reason to smile. Just look and give it a chance. It’ll come to you so easily. As easy as do-re-mi…okay, I’ll stop before I decide to sing the whole song.
26. Love. Just love. Love yourself. Love others. Love the world around you and the sky above you. The most important thing that you should know by now is that any emotion is a choice and if love is one of the strongest emotions humans can have then you’re making the bravest choice ever in your life. Choose to love.
—  December 4th 2016, Happy birthday to me…
Liam- As Long As You’re There

Request-  hi I love your writing!could you write a Liam one where the reader is tutoring him and she’s like really shy and awkward but she likes him a lot and Liam is super oblivious to it so she asks Lydia to help her be like more appealing to him but when she shows up all made up he makes a weird comment so she gets sad and runs away and then someone tells him he’s dumb and she likes him so he goes to her and tells her he liked her just the way she was before her makeover and it’s all cute and stuff?

A/N- Last imagine in the ask! I’ll be opening it up soon.

You stood in front of the stained bathroom mirror, quickly combing through your hair with your fingers. Maybe it was a little ridiculous to be worrying about your appearance when all you were doing was tutoring someone, but today was different. Liam made you worry, because between all the joking and the laughing and the algebra, you realized that he wasn’t just a dumb lacrosse player.
He was sweet, and unlike some of the other kids you were assigned to help, he actually treated you like a human being, and not some smart freak. Maybe you didn’t care so much about makeup or fashion. Those just hadn’t been your priorities, but you figured the kind of girls Liam dated weren’t exactly the kind that cared about grades and extracurriculars that weren’t cheerleading.
That’s stupid, you suddenly thought. I barely even know him and I’m already judging his taste in girls.
You shook off the thought, telling yourself you shouldn’t assume anything about him, and went back to brushing your hair out of your face.
“Now who are you trying to look pretty for?”
You jumped at the voice, and glanced back to find Lydia Martin leaning against the wall behind you. You blushed furiously, and stood up a little straighter. You hadn’t even noticed her in the mirror.
She was a teacher’s assistant for your English class, and one of the only people you even talked to. The problem with being the weird smart kid was that when you took a regular class to get a break, everyone treated you like you had some kind of disease. The only moments when you weren’t contagious just happened to be when someone needed to copy a homework assignment.
Lydia had been your saving grace throughout that class, and while you were grateful to her, she still kind of scared you.
“No one,” you lied quickly. “I’m just-”
Lydia rolled her eyes, causing you to pause. She peeled herself away from her post on the wall and walked toward you, pursing her glossed lips. “Y/n, it’s okay to want to look pretty for someone. It doesn’t make you any less intelligent.”
“No, I-I know. I just…”
You sighed and looked back at yourself in the mirror. “He’d never feel the same way.”
“Does this he just happen to be Liam?”
You flushed, and had the lovely opportunity to watch yourself turn beet red in the mirror. “How’d you know?”
“You tutor him on Wednesdays and Fridays don’t you?” she asked. “Besides, I see the way you look at him. Total heart eyes.”
“But he’s so popular,” you protested. “And I’m just…I’m not.”
“That doesn’t matter at all,” Lydia told you firmly. “Take it from someone who learned the hard way. If you like him, and he likes you, nothing else counts. It took me way too long to realize that, and I don’t want you missing out.”
“But that’s only  if he even likes me back.”
“I think you’d be surprised just how much he likes you. In my opinion, Liam just hasn’t learned the art of being proactive.”
“So what do I do?”
“You be the proactive one,” she began, but when she saw your frightened face, she rolled her eyes. “Or you do something that turns him into the proactive one.”
“Like what?”
Lydia sighed. “I don’t know, Y/n. Maybe make him jealous?”
“Jealous?” you repeated. “Lydia, have you seen me with guys? What about…what about a makeover?”
“A makeover?” she asked with a frown.
“Yeah!” you told her. “You’re amazing with makeup. You could make me beautiful.”
“Y/n,” she said, her face softening. “You are beautiful.”
“But not Liam’s kind of beautiful,” you pressed.
“Y/n, if that’s not who you are-”
“It’s who I can be,” you cut her off. “I mean, I have potential, right?”
She sighed once more. “You have loads of potential. More than you think, but I just-”
“Please,” you begged. “Please, Lydia. This might be the only way to get his attention.”
She pursed her lips and stared at your face for a while, taking in your serious expression. “Fine…but I’m only doing this to prove that he’d like you with or without the makeup.”
“Okay, whatever,” you agreed. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t thank me yet. How about Friday morning? I can pick you up and do your makeup before school.”
“Yes!” you breathed. “That’s perfect.”
“Good, now get to the library. You don’t want to be late to meet Liam do you?”
You froze, and quickly pulled your phone from the pocket of your jeans. You cursed when you looked at the time, and quickly rushed out of the bathroom.
“Thanks, Lydia!” you called, sparing her one last glance before you rushed out of the bathroom.
She watched you go with a tiny frown, hoping she wasn’t making a mistake by helping you out with this. Makeup and fashion weren’t everything, and she certainly didn’t condone transforming yourself for a guy. She knew Liam was on the lacrosse team, and she knew you didn’t think you were his type, but she also knew that he didn’t really care about that. She just hoped that you’d get the picture before you turned into someone you weren’t.
Outside of the bathroom, you rushed back down the hall to the library. When you pushed open the doors, Liam was already sitting at your usual table, scanning his algebra textbook and frowning.
You hurried over and slipped into your usual seat, causing him to raise his eyebrows at your haste. “Hey, sorry I’m late!”
Liam smiled. “Y/n, you’re only five minutes late.”
“Still,” you continued. “You look like you’re having trouble.”
He shrugged, casting his blue eyes down toward the book. “A little. Mr. Bryant didn’t finish the lesson, so he told us to look in the book, but I don’t understand how any of that has to do with what he taught us.”
“Hm,” you said, leaning over the table to take a closer look.
You rose to your feet and walked over to stand beside him, examining the page before you. “Notes?”
“Oh yeah,” he said, pulling a handful of crumpled papers from his backpack.
You stared at them with pursed lips, and then looked back at Liam. “What?”
“Nothing,” you told him with a smile, smoothing them out on the edge of the table and then placing them beside his textbook.
You leaned in to take a closer look, and Liam was all too aware of how close your shoulder was to his. The scent of your shampoo filled the space around him, like coconut and vanilla, and he fought the urge to lean in closer.
“Okay, so it looks like it’s the same thing,” you began to explain. “And they only call it something different. It’s the same technique. Do you want me to show you?”
You looked over at Liam, and while he was looking at you, he didn’t seem to hear you.
“Liam?”
“What?” he asked, his face going bright red at the fact you had caught him staring.
“Do you want me to show you?” you repeated.
“Oh, uh, no…no I think I got it. It’s just the same technique, right?”
“Yeah,” you told him slowly, almost sure that he hadn’t been listening. “So you’ve got it from here?”
He nodded. “Yeah. But I think you should stick around, just in case I need more help with the homework.”
You shrugged and went back over to sit in your normal seat. “That’s what I’m here for.”
Liam frowned. “So, uh, are you doing anything fun this weekend?”
“Nope, not really,” you told him, rooting through your bag. “Aren’t you supposed to be getting started on your homework?”
Liam swallowed, and quickly glanced away. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.”
You looked back up at him, but he was diligently working through the worksheet on the table. You frowned slightly, realizing that maybe you had said the wrong thing, but you didn’t know what to say to remedy the situation.
You cursed yourself for being so oblivious, and it occurred to you that Liam might have been trying to show some interest. It didn’t matter, you decided, because on Friday, Lydia would make you look so amazing that you wouldn’t be able to do anything to mess it up.

“Pout your lips,” Lydia ordered as you sat in the parking lot. “More…okay, there you go.”
You were sitting in the backseat of Lydia’s Toyota, perched on the seat as she brushed, curled, and painted what she claimed to be a masterpiece. Your stomach was twisting with excitement, and maybe a little something else, because while you trusted her, this was totally new to you.
“You can look,” she informed you, pulling a mirror out of her purse and holding it up to you.
“Woah.”
A soft gasp left your throat as you gazed at yourself in the mirror. The girl before you looked alien, foreign, and even though she was you, it seemed as if she was an entirely different person. You trailed your fingers along the intricate fishtail braid Lydia had woven your hair into, and smiled.
“Lydia, you made me look gorgeous.”
She shot you a look. “You always look good, Y/n. It’s just enhanced now.”
You closed the mirror and shot her a look, but your lips were wobbly from keeping your smile in check. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “Now all you have to do is wow Liam…though it’s not like he isn’t already.”
You smiled and grabbed your bag, then reached out to open the door, shooting her one last glance. “You’re my hero, Lydia.”
“Go be your own hero,” she promptly told you, before rolling her eyes once more.
You grinned as you headed toward the school, ready to do exactly what she said.

You were rifling through your bag when Liam walked into the library later that day, trying to find some of your algebra notes. Your heart was hammering in your chest as you fumbled with the zipper, and it took you so long that by the time you finally got the bag closed, you had already heard the grating of chair legs on the floor.
“Y/n?” Liam asked, raising his eyebrows as he looked down at your ducked head.
“Yeah?” you asked, picking your head up.
Instead of replying, his mouth fell open and he let out a sort of choking noise. His blue eyes were wide with surprise, and you smiled at him. “Do I look good?”
“You…you definitely look different,” he told you, his voice strained.
You frowned. “Lydia did it this morning. I thought…you don’t think it looks good?”
“It’s just so…it’s so weird,” he said thoughtfully.
He came around the other side of the table and reached out to touch the end of your braid. “I mean, you just don’t look like…you. That’s all.”
Your heart began to sink in your chest, dragging all your self confidence down with it. You had been so sure that Liam would love the makeup and the hair, but now, as he stared at you with a frown on his face, it occurred to you that maybe no amount of makeup would ever make him feel the way you dreamed he would.
“You’re right,” you muttered, rising from your seat and grabbing your things. “It’s stupid. I’m gonna go to the bathroom.”
Liam blinked those baby blue eyes in confusion, and you just couldn’t stand them on you anymore. You turned away, walking as quickly as you could toward the doors and trying to fight the tears about to fall.
“Y/n, wait!” Liam called, but you burst out of the library before he could decide what to do, and soon all he could see was your back through the small windows in the doors.
You bitterly wiped your cheek, hating the fact that you were crying over a boy, but you couldn’t help it. Maybe this is why Lydia didn’t want to do it in the first place, you thought angrily. Maybe she knew and didn’t want to get my hopes up.
You darted into the bathroom, not even caring enough to glance around and make sure the coast was clear. You simply let your backpack fall to the ground, and rushed into one of the empty stalls. After you locked the door, you finally let yourself cry without holding back.
Tears dripped onto your cheeks as you cursed yourself for being so silly, and so naive. How could you think that some mascara and a braid would make a boy fall in love with you?
A knock on the door of your stall suddenly startled you, causing you to pause your sniffling.
“It’s taken,” you called out, your voice already hoarse.
“I know that,” a sharp voice informed you. “Why else would I be knocking on a stall when there are three empty ones right near me?”
You blinked, and straightened up. “Lydia?”
“Open up.”
You stood up and reached for the lock,only to slightly crack the door. You were met with one green eye peeking into the stall, and part of an eyebrow that you knew was arched.
“What do you want?”
“What do you think?”
“He hated it, Lydia.”
She rolled her eyes. “Did he say he hated it?”
“Well…no,” you said hesitantly. “But you were in the library. You heard him. He said it was weird.”
“It is weird,” she countered. “The definition of weird is something uncanny or out of place. You don’t normally wear makeup, so yeah I’d say it’s weird. That doesn’t always equal bad.”
“It does to me,” you muttered.
“Then maybe you should change the way you think,” Lydia fired. “Y/n, how can you expect someone to love you if you don’t love yourself? I guarantee you that Liam is into you. The only reason I didn’t want to give you a makeover was because I didn’t want you thinking you needed something else to make him like you.”
“Well he clearly doesn’t like me at all.”
“Bullshit,” she breathed, giving an exasperated sigh.
She reached forward and shoved open the door of the stall, causing you to stumble back in shock. “Lydia-”
“Listen to me,” she ordered, staring straight into your eyes. “Love is not about looking a certain way, or being something you’re not. Love is about seeing a person for who they are, for what they are, and knowing that whatever that is, being with it everyday makes you happy. And if you keep trying to fight who you are, you might be fighting someone who’s going to give that to you.”
You pursed your lips. “What do I do? I just…I stormed out on him.”
“Go back there and talk to him,” she suggested, staring at you like it was obvious. “Besides, he might not be as far as you think.”
“What?” you asked, but she gave no response other than the raise of her eyebrows. “Fine.”
You grabbed your bag from the floor and headed out of the bathroom, but you barely made it two feet before you almost slammed right into Liam himself. You took a step back and glanced up at him, not having a clue what to say. Luckily, you didn’t have to say anything.
“I never meant to hurt your feelings,” he blurted. “I mean, you look good in the makeup. Really good. I was just surprised, cause I’ve never seen you look like that.”
“Yeah,” you said slowly.
“And, don’t get me wrong, I liked you before. I really liked you…and I still like you.”
“You like me?” you repeated softly.
He nodded. “As more than my tutor. A lot more. I was trying to ask you out last time I saw you…but you didn’t seem interested.”
“No!” you blurted out. “Liam I-I was distracted. I was so worried about this makeover, and I thought you would like it.”
“Y/n,” he said softly. “I’ll like you no matter what.”
“Yeah?” you asked.
“Yeah,” he promised. “So maybe, instead of you tutoring me today, maybe I could take you out?”
You grinned. “Yeah. Yeah that’d be great.”
“And you can look however you want,” he assured you. “Makeup, no makeup, whatever. As long as you’re there, I don’t care.”
A light blush covered your cheeks. “Okay.”
Liam broke into a wide grin, and he held out a hand that you gladly took. His fingers were warm in yours, and slightly sweaty, but you didn’t care that he was nervous. You let him lead you down the hall, and after a few moments, he spoke.
“You look really beautiful by the way.”
They were the words you had been waiting to hear all day, and while you were flattered, they didn’t seem to matter so much anymore.
“Thanks Liam,” you said with a grin. “I just don’t think it’s me.”
He shrugged. “You’d still be beautiful if you took it off.”
You smiled to yourself as you followed him out to the parking lot, thinking that you would have to thank Lydia later. Not only had she been right all along, but she insisted on helping you figure out what mattered when you were too stubborn to face it.
In the end, you still had Liam, and you knew now that he didn’t care about hair, or makeup, or clothes. He simply cared about you, and he always had, and nothing as trivial as that was going to change it.

Swept Off My Feet (Part 3)

Misha x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Light flirting (if flirty Misha needs a warning?), kissing, VERY slight angst (if you squint and turn your head just so).

A/N: Sorry there is a bit of filler in this, but I promise there is juicier stuff on the way! Enjoy, my loves. <3

Swept Off My Feet Master List

You adjusted your sweater as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Your lightly curled hair fell perfectly on your shoulders, making you smile. For once your hair was doing something you wanted it to do. The light makeup you found in a random drawer of your bedroom went perfectly with the rest of your outfit, a bit of navy eyeliner to match your blouse and jeans. The heels were a no-go, especially with the amount of walking that could be done at the Pier. So, you grabbed a not-so-shredded pair of navy TOMS and slipped them on.

You looked cute, which boosted your confidence. The other boost was the fact that you were going to dinner with Misha Collins.

Keep reading

This was 10 minutes of my cardio tonight. I’m always afraid I’m going to miss a step and face plant so I spend the entire time looking down 😩 I feel like I should do it more, though. I always end up super sweaty and gross even after just ten minutes! I tried the thing people do where they kick their leg back and I quickly realized I was not yet that advanced, hahah. I’ll get there!

Existing

A BTS/ Kim Seokjin Fanfiction

Summary: He looked like an angel, and spoke like a singer. Next to you, a university student surviving on 5 hours sleep a night, and holes in your shoes, he seemed to have it all. But at the end of the day, you were both just Existing. You just cant help but think, it might be more fun to Exist together…

A/N: Lets see if we can get this show on the road shall we? ;) 

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12

Part 2

‘I…uh…thank you for watching over me-uh, my things…whilst I was sleeping.’ You murmur to him as the two of you turn onto the campus, Jin slowing as you enter the gates, but continuing to shuffle alongside you as you continue towards your dorm building.

‘I…uh…I have a confession to make about that.’ He responds, the awkwardness as he reaches up to scratch the back of his neck making you frown as you look up at him questioningly, not being able to help the thought that springs to mind as you think about how wonderfully tall he was next to you…just the right height to kiss on tiptoe…

‘Oh?’

‘I…I was kind of watching you.’

Your heart stutters in your chest as you catch his eye, seeing the worry and fear there and realizing that he was scared to tell you this, his pink cheeks backing up this fact, and you have to look away to stop him from seeing the smile that was pulling at your lips, bringing your hand up to your mouth so that you could hide it, before turning back to him when a sudden thought comes to you.

‘Does that mean you really are a stalker?’ you ask, intending on playfully mocking him for his confession, but instead of him laughing like you expected, his eyes widen and he quickly begins to shake his head, his hands appearing in front of you as he waves them frantically.

‘No! No, no! I just meant- I was trying to say…I mean- You’re really beautiful, and I did genuinely want to make sure your stuff didn’t get stolen, but when Jungkook said to get the Ahjumma to watch over you, I just- Well, I wanted to…cause I was hoping-well I was hoping to talk to you…’

He trails off nervously after his ramble, raking his fingers anxiously back through his hair, and before you can go to reassure him you were just joking, already begin caught up in what he’d said about you being pretty, you find yourself being transfixed by the absent-minded movement of his hand, losing the words you were about to say as you try to restart your heart.

‘Aish…I…Im sorry, I’ll go-‘

‘No!’

You don’t know what made you do it, but when he’d begun to turn away, intending to leave, you’d reached for him, grabbing his arm to stop him, before proceeding to timidly look up at him, pulling him back to face you as you drag in a deep breath and smile slightly at him.

‘I don’t really think you’re a stalker. I was just joking with you. But-…do you really think im pretty?’ you ask, needing to know he wasn’t just playing with you in your deliriousness, and wanting to hear him say the words again, biting your lip as you watch him look back down at you dumb-foundedly, his expression slowly contorting into a look of shy disbelief.

‘No.’

‘What-‘

‘You’re not pretty…you’re beautiful.’

Wow.

‘Oh.’

His expression of sincerity doesn’t leave his face as he waits for you to respond, and when you struggle to think of any words at all, you watch a steeliness enter his gaze, his hand suddenly rising to cup your jaw, bringing you close enough together that you can feel his torso brushing against yours, and you can hear the quiet breaths he takes.

‘People always tell me to just do these things before the time leaves…I hope they’re right.’ He mutters to himself, his eyes flickering between yours and your lips, and before you can really think through what he’d said, he’s leaning down towards you, and his lips have touched themselves to yours.

You’re stunned by the sudden action, not knowing what to do and simply ending up freezing in your shock, feeling your whole body flame hotly before he’s stopping just as suddenly as he’d started.

‘Oh…I cant believe I just did that. I’m sorry- I….’

You bite your lip as second-hand embarrassment overtakes you, watching him become more and more flustered at his own actions, continuing to look anywhere but at you and burying his hands in his pockets as he huffs aggravatedly at his inability to come up with the words he wanted to say, before you put him out of his misery.

‘You’re really cute.’

Saying the words made you hear the truth in the statement as you said it, a smile pulling at your mouth as you take in his shocked expression, and his pink cheeks, before giggling as you see the shy smile pull at his lips.

‘Aish, I don’t know what to say.’ He murmurs, folding his arms and tipping his head back to look up at the sky, the long column of his neck helping to emphasize the broadness of his shoulders, and you cant help biting your lip as you take him in, before saying the first thing that comes to your head.

‘You could say that you’ll meet me at the café tomorrow…say… 7 o’clock?’

The words tremble slightly as you say them, and you grip tightly to your bag on your shoulder, nervous for his answer, but even though you were anticipating him saying no, you hadn’t realised you were still holding out hope until he’d actually said the words;

‘I can’t.’

You look up at him quickly, seeing the regretful expression masking his features and being unconscious of the frown that twists your features in response, before he’s suddenly reaching out to capture your hand in his as he goes on, ducking his head into your vision.

‘I don’t mean I don’t want to-…really…I want to. I-ahh, I mean-‘

‘Don’t worry, its okay.’ You murmur, hating the fact that he was trying to find words to cushion the blow of his rejection, and wondering how you’d misunderstood his advances, but before you can get lost in your thoughts, he’s quickly speaking again.

‘Do you think you’ll still be there by 10? I know that’s when it closes…but I don’t get off of work till 10:30pm- however, I should be able to get off early so I could meet you-‘

‘You have work?’ you ask, the question being the only thing able to escape you as hope fills your chest once more and you realize he really did like you the way you thought he had, not being able to stifle the smile that grows on your face and squeezing his hand lightly in your excitement as he looks down at you with a bemused, and slightly confused, smile.

‘Y-yeah…that’s why I cant meet you at 7.’ He explains, smiling when he realizes that the reason you’d been so upset was because you thought he didn’t want to meet you, and grinning wider when you continue to smile to yourself.

‘So…do you still want to meet up?’ he asks again, his tone nervous where you still hadn’t answered him, and you quickly look back up at him with a huge grin.

‘Of course! I expect I’ll be there till they close again anyway.’ You say, watching his smile contort into a slight frown at your words.

‘Do you always stay there that late? Surely its not safe to always be walking back from there by yourself.’ He comments, tightening his grip on your hand, the action making you smile, before you pull on his hands to bring him closer to you and grin up at him with his mildly surprised, yet pleased, expression.

‘Well, I’m brave…and besides…if you were to walk me back, I’d have a handsome knight in shining armor to keep me safe.’ You quip, hearing him scoff, and chuckling quietly in response, before feeling his fingers touch beneath your chin to tip your face up toward him so that you could see his cheeky grin.

‘I prefer the term, ‘Prince’, like ‘handsome prince’.’ He smirks, laughing when you cringe at him, before he suddenly pulls you into him, and presses his lips gently to yours again, blushing once more as you pull away, but managing to smile happily this time as you look up at him.

‘I’ll meet you at the café tomorrow at closing time. Okay?’ he murmurs quietly, his smile filling your vision, and you bite your lip shyly, looking down for a moment, before flickering your gaze back up to his and nodding gently.

‘Okay.’


He couldn’t help but watch her as she walked across the concourse toward her dorm room building, seeing her pause at the door and look back, and feeling a smile bigger than any he’d worn before stretch across his face, waving at her when she waves timidly at him, and chuckling as she turns and walks into her building, before turning around and finally making his way home, not looking forward to the questioning he’d be put through when he returned to the dorm at such a late hour…

…However, he finds his thoughts skipping the interrogation, in favour of his meeting with the beautiful girl the night after…

(T.B.C)

The ABCs: A Riverdale Fanfiction-Five

Introduction/AN: Longer than I originally thought it was going to be but we get into a little bit of cool stuff in this part!

Word Count: 1,315

Warnings: None that I can think of?

Chapter Summary: Jughead isn’t excited about being invited to the A party but is the reason more than what meets the eye?

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five: The Summer’s First Memory

Keep reading

Lunchtime Drabble: Training the Inhuman (7/?)

Lunchtime Drabble: Training the Inhuman (7/?)
Pairing: Avengers x Reader for now. Relationships develop as I go.
Word Count: 684
Warnings: short reader, fluff, fighting, and a little angst.


Back in her room, Y/N tried to imagine what she would need for a week-long mission. Standing by her bed, she looked over at her closet and dresser and upon realizing that she had no clue what to do, she left to find Nat or Wanda for advice.

Nat was nowhere to be found and Wanda had apparently gone shopping, according to FRIDAY. So Y/N made her way to Steve’s room once she got confirmation from FRIDAY that that’s where he was. Arriving at his room, she found his door open and Bucky standing in the doorway, his back to her. Neither man heard her in the hallway.

Keep reading

2

„Y/N! Lily asked me to come and get you we’re going…“ Remus comes bursting into your room without bothering to knock. You stand in the middle of the room, hair disheveled and your shirt halfway over your head , „Oh damn…I…I am so sorry.“

„Really, are you?“ You ask with a hint of amusement because he’s making no effort to turn around or even avert his eyes, „You’re staring Remus.“

„Yes, yes I am…“ He mumbles quietly before finally realizing that he should indeed stop staring at you and turn around.

„Well, would you mind?

„Of course, sorry I’m sorry.“ He quickly turns around with a light blush spreading over his face. Remus starts rambling on about random things, gesturing around with his hands to try and hide how flustered he is, „…and that’s how Sirius and me got into trouble for sneaking out the other day.“ He finishes his story and you snicker behind him.

„Not that I didn’t like your story but why did you come up here?“

„Ah yes of course.“ He turns back around, giving you an apologetic look and shrugs, „Lily needs you downstairs and the others wanted to go out and do something.“

„Got it.“ You walk over to him and kiss him on the cheek before heading down to the common room, „Thanks dear.“

“Wait!” He yells after you, making you stop and turn back your head, “This is probably bad timing but would you go out with me sometime?”

„You just want to see me naked again.“

„W-what…no!“

„Remus…“ You say and start to laugh, „I’m joking, I’ll go out with you.“

Essays in Existentialism: Doctors III

i need you to continue (and or jump back in time to tell us about their first kiss) doctors au like i need air

Part I
Part II

There was a time when everything was quiet in the hospital. It never came at the same moment, but it did usually come before the storm, as the saying went. Calm as it was, there was still a certain hum to the life in the building, a certain way everything worked and clicked. 

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

sonny and SO and face masks? I just cannot stop thinking abt this

Once upon a time, I actually requested this from our beloved Mic (I hope she’s doing okay). I wish I could link to hers, but I’m going to borrow a little bit from it since her blog is seemingly gone forever. Also, I am a staunch supporter of the weekly face mask. It’s my favorite way to end a Saturday.

You sat in the your apartment, trying to figure out what to do with your evening. Your boyfriend was supposed to be coming over, but knowing his work schedule, he likely wasn’t going to be coming over until much later, if at all. It was only this week that you had exchanged keys, so you had assumed that he would go to his place.

That’s when you remembered the avocado oatmeal face mask sitting on your bathroom counter. It had been a while since you’d done a face mask, and when you saw it at the store, you decided to treat yourself. And with your boyfriend occupied for the evening, there wasn’t going to be anyone around to make fun of you.

You had just settled in with the glass of wine you wanted to enjoy with your book while the mask set when you heard a key turn in the lock. You panicked, knowing that you didn’t have enough time to wash the mask off before he walked in. 

“Hey do–where’s my girlfriend and what have you done with her? I was expecting to see her, not the creature from the black lagoon” Sonny joked.

“Ha ha, very funny” you sourly replied.

“Come on, I was only teasing” he quipped.

“You are so lucky I love you” you retorted, then quickly shut your mouth, realizing the weight of what you’d just said.

“Wait, what?” he sputtered.

“I’m sorry, it just came out” you said, trying to recover quickly.

“Doll, that’s not the problem. I was just waiting for the right time to say it to you. I love you, green face and all” he admitted. “I love you so much, that if you asked me to do one of those mask things with you, I would.”

“You should do these. They’re super refreshing. Maybe we could start now?” you asked.

“Nah, maybe next time” he said.

“Nu-uh. You have to put your money where your mouth is. Dollars to donuts, you’re going to like it” you countered.

He scowled, his own words used against him. And how could he resist, since you seemed to pick up a few phrases from him? He relented, allowing you to cover his face as soon as you washed your mask off.

And he did like it. So much in fact, that Saturday night became mask night. He’d even take cute pictures to put all over Instagram, getting completely into it. And if anyone teased him about it, he’d grin and bear it, because that time with the person he loved was worth all the jesting his coworkers could dish out.

2

“See, I got a call from a number I didn’t recognize. At first I wasn’t sure if I should answer, but now I realize how bad things would’ve turned out if I hadn’t picked up. I mean, when you think about it, you should really be thanking me for–”

“Stella!”

“Yes?”

“How is this relevant to anything?”

“What? Oh, sorry. Okay, so I decided to pick up.”

“And?”

“And, I was immediately greeted by a very upset man that I haven’t spoken to, or heard from, in years. Which I found a bit odd, to be honest. At first I thought that damn, this guy’s got the wrong twin, but I quickly realized something was wrong. I was told to get to your place as fast as possible, but as I got there, it was just you.”

“…”

“Are you catching on yet?”