i should not realize these things so quickly

The Same Costume

Request:  Hello! I was wondering if you could make a drabble for peter parker x reader where its halloween and reader and her friends dress up as “sexy” avengers and she’s dressed up as spiderman? You can do whatever relationship status with pete, whether it be crushes or girlfriend, etc…. thank you so much!

Warnings: None!!

Pairing: Female Reader x Peter Parker

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: THIS IS SO BAD PLS DONT FIGHT ME I’ve been so busy and nothing was coming to me so I tried my best :’)

This is just kinda something to break up my mini hiatus so I’m not going to add the tags to this one !! (p.s 70 days until Halloween)

“Peter, would you stop spacing out and pay attention to me for a second?” Ned’s voice snapped Peter out of his daydream and he quickly looked up to see he best friend waving at him. Ned had been going on and on about his project for Robotics Lab so eventually Peter had just tuned him out.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said. “I am paying attention. What’s up?” Ned let out a long sigh and pointed over to the group of girls standing in the lunch line. Peter noticed almost immediately that you were one of the members of the group and averted his eyes. You looked really nice today with your hair pulled back and he felt his face begin to heat up.

“I heard that there’s going to be an awesome Halloween party at Bethany’s house tonight. Y/N is friends with her so I was thinking we could ask her to score us some invites?” Ned explained. You, Ned, and Peter had American Literature together and all got along really well. You had your other friends, of course, but you also liked to hang out with the two of them whenever you could. You had a lot of things in common with them surprisingly, and Peter felt a connection with you right away. He had developed quite the crush on you, although you were oblivious to it.

“I don’t know, Ned,” he said, pushing the thoughts out of his mind. “Parties aren’t really our thing.”

“But Y/N will be there!” he exclaimed. “We haven’t seen her outside of school in so long. Besides, it’s a costume party. You know how much I love those!”

“Fine,” Peter finally gave in, “but you have to be the one to ask her.” Ned beamed and waited until you looked in their direction before flailing his arms around to get your attention. You laughed, quickly excusing yourself to go and talk to him.

“Hey guys,” you said with a grin. “What’s going on? If you’re gonna ask to copy my English homework you’re out of luck because I didn’t do it either.” Peter’s heart rate was doubling as each moment passed, and he tried his best not to stare.

“Actually, it’s about Bethany’s party!” Ned piped up. “Are you going to be there?”

“I sure am!” you replied. “My friends and I are all coordinating our costumes, it’s gonna be fun. Are you two going? It would be so great to see you there.”

“W-we don’t have an official invite,” Peter stammered. Your smile grew even wider, making his stomach flip.

“Well then, consider this it,” you laughed. “You have to go in costume though. It’s a tradition and, as weird as it seems, you’d stick out more if you weren’t wearing something dumb.” The bell rang as you finished, cutting your conversation short. You waved goodbye to them, leaving Peter staring after you in awe. He couldn’t believe that he was actually going through with this. He could vaguely hear Ned babbling endlessly about last minute costume ideas, but he was only half listening since you were occupying all of his thoughts.


Peter had no idea how he found himself standing at the front door of some random girl’s house wearing a Luke Skywalker costume later that night, but for some reason he did. He turned to Ned, who was dressed as a very unconvincing Yoda. He was a jumble of nerves, feeling extremely self conscious, meanwhile Ned was having the time of his life. It was finally an excuse for him to whip out his Star Wars merchandise and he couldn’t have been more excited. Peter reached out and hesitantly rang the doorbell, already regretting every decision he had made thus far. His breath caught in his throat when you were the one to answer the door.

“Peter! Ned! I’m so glad you guys made it!” you exclaimed happily. Peter couldn’t help but stare, his jaw dropping. You were wearing a skin tight Spider-Man body suit with thigh-high boots, showing off every single one of your assets. Your eyes gleamed from behind your small mask and Peter noticed the slight tinge of pink on your cheeks. He suddenly realized that he had been staring shamelessly and tore his eyes away, embarrassed.

“H-hi Y/N,” he said, trying to keep things casual. “Nice costume. I uh… I didn’t know you liked Spider-Man. That’s cool, he seems like a good guy.” Ned nudged him a little, and Peter quickly stopped talking.

“Oh, yeah,” you laughed. “My idea was that my friends and I should go as the Avengers, but as you can see they took it a little differently. Technically I don’t think Spider-Man counts, but I really like him so that’s who I picked. I think it turned out pretty cute, you like it?”

“Y-yeah I think it’s… nice,” Peter squeaked. He cleared his throat, cringing at his own awkwardness. You giggled and let them inside, leading them into the kitchen. You were talking with Ned about something relating to The Force Awakens, but Peter couldn’t focus. He was totally distracted by the way you walked, the way your outfit accentuated your curves, and just generally how fantastic you looked in the Spider-Man suit. His suit. Well, something similar to it at least.

“What do you think Peter?” you asked, looking at him expectantly. He froze, not having any idea what you had been talking about. His mind went blank and he started to panic a little.

“Sorry, could you excuse me for a second?” he said breathlessly, turning and rushing past you.

“I should probably go after him,” Ned said to you as you watched him leave. “Parties aren’t really his thing. We’ll be back in a little bit.” He went off in pursuit of his friend, already knowing exactly what was going on. Peter found an unoccupied room and ducked inside, running his hands through his hair. He jumped when the door opened, but relaxed when he saw it was Ned. They stood in silence for a moment, just sort of letting him cool down.

“Peter, you have to tell her you’re Spider-Man!” Ned blurted out.

“Shh!” Peter gave him a severe look and looked around nervously. “What if somebody hears you?”

“But this is the perfect time!” he whined. “You heard her, she really likes you! Besides, you haven’t taken your eyes off of her ass since we got here. You have to make a move.”

“You’re crazy,” Peter said, although he had to admit he was considering it. Ned noticed this and his face lit up.

“I’ll tell her to meet you outside down the road in 5 minutes. Now’s your chance, Parker! Don’t blow it.” He ran out of the room, leaving Peter there with really no other options. He fumbled with his costume, pulling the suit out from his backpack that he never left home without. With the suit on he felt a lot more sure of himself and carefully climbed out the window quietly. From up on the roof he could see you walking outside, shivering a little in the cold October air. You stumbled a bit, still not used to walking in your heels. Peter smiled as he watched you go. He slowly followed, careful not to make his presence known.

“Hello?” you called, a little on edge since it had already gotten pretty dark. You tugged nervously on your costume, the tight fabric starting to chafe a little. Peter took a deep breath and built up the confidence to say something.

“Uh… hi,” he said, trying to pose in a non-creepy way as if he hadn’t been following her.

“Oh, you’re here!” you exclaimed as you whirled around but stopped dead when you saw it was Spider-Man. It wasn’t even one of those cheap costumes, it was the actual Spider-Man. You recognized all of the details of the suit, details that couldn’t be replicated. Your eyes widened and you quickly pulled the mask that you wore off.

“I-I think that’s one hell of a costume,” he said. “I’m not sure if I’d wear it, but the effort was there.”

“Sorry, is this weird for you? I mean, I bet it is. I didn’t mean for it to be offensive but I also wasn’t really expecting to see Spider-Man out here, you know? I can take it off. No, actually I can’t that would make it so much worse.” you rambled nervously. Behind his mask Peter couldn’t have been smiling any wider. Seeing you so flustered and shocked was really cute and he was loving it.

“I’m not offended at all, it’s the opposite really,” he laughed. “Why are you out here all by yourself without a jacket?”

“I’m actually waiting for someone,” you told him. “He’s great. He’s in my class and we’re friends but I want to ask him if he wants to go out- Oh wait, sorry you probably don’t care about that part. Forget I said that.” Now it was Peter’s turn to be flustered. 

“No, no it’s fine! Do you… Do you like him?”

“I mean, a little,” you admitted. “Don’t tell him, okay? Not that you would, you’re Spider-Man, but still.” Peter nodded slowly, taking a step back.

“Your secret is safe with me,” he said. “I have to go, I think I hear someone calling for help…” He looked behind his shoulder, pretending to pick up on something.

“I don’t hear anything,” you said curiously.

“No, trust me. Someone’s having a bad night, I should go help. Good luck with that Peter guy, I’m sure he’s nice. Hope things work out.” With that, he shot off into the trees leaving you there alone. You flipped your mask over in your hands, trying to ignore the fact that you had never mentioned Peter’s name to him and that Spider-Man had a very similar voice.

Modern Dregs AU #5

The Dregs at Disneyland

  • this trip suggestion came from Inej and Jesper when Tower of Terror was yet to be closed forever
  • “we have to go and ride it one last time!!”
  • and so, once again, they group in Wylan’s mom’s minivan to go to the Happiest Place on Earth
  • Kaz begs to differ
  • “how can you call it happy when the place is flooded with screaming children? it’s a fucking hellshow”
  • but he still goes for Inej’s sake
  • when they get there, Jesper buys the whole group the hats with the Mickey Mouse ears
  • Kaz refuses to wear his
  • they first ride the Pirates of the Caribbean, which has the one really fast drop right
  • of the seven, Matthias probably screams the most (he’s never been)
  • Nina the whole time is singing “A Pirate’s Life for Me”
  • they buy the photo and boy, is it a piece
  • Most of them are laughing
  • Wylan looks like he’s about to cry
  • Matthias, ofc, looks like his soul left his body
  • and Kaz is rocking a Pokerface™
  • next they ride the Matterhorn per Nina’s request
  • when they pass the Yeti, she points to it
  • “MATTY, IS THAT YOU??” “goddamnit nina”
  • for the rest of the day, the group calls him “Yetthias” and it grinds his gears
  • somehow they end up doing It’s a Small World and they realize very quickly that iT WAS A MISTAKE
  • the singing children unnerves them all, especially Wylan
  • “excuse me, can I get off of this thing early? i feel like im descending into the depths of hell” “i told you it wasn’t the happiest place on earth” “shut up, kaz”
  • Kuwei is the only one who even kind of enjoyed it
  • “c’mon guys, it wasn’t that bad” “i’ll lock you in there for two hours, then you tell me if it’s bad or not”
  • they then decide that Tower of Terror should be saved for last, so they head on to the Sailing Ship Columbia
  • Wylan and Jesper go below deck to check out the museum (Wylan likes museums and no one can tell me otherwise)
  • Jesper likes how excited he gets about the maps, it makes him wanna kiss him
  • he does
  • Matthias and Nina stay above deck to keep an eye on Kuwei, since he’s such a spaz sometimes
  • “don’t get to close to the edge, Kuwei, you’ll fall!” “nina, if he falls, that’s not our fault” “hOW CAN YOU SAY THAT, HE’S A CHILD”
  • Inej stays toward the front to sight-see, and Kaz joins her
  • and since they’re alone, they hold hands
  • “isn’t it pretty, Kaz?”
  • he’s too busy staring at her
  • she’s positively glowing under the sunlight, and the wind is causing her braid to ripple in the air
  • and all he wants to do is take out the braid and run his fingers through her hair, he’s just so enamored
  • “absolutely beautiful”
  • so smooth
  • the group then chooses Splash Mountain
  • Kaz HATES it when he ends up the one soaked through to the bone
  • Matthias ends up in the same condition
  • “i smell like a wet dog” “sorry, you’re still a Yeti” “what the fuck”
  • Jesper snaps a picture of the both of them for his insta (”it’s raining Kaz and dogs!!”)
  • neither are amused with the pun
  • in order to dry themselves off, the group then goes to grab something to eat over at the Tiki Room (and the watch the show)
  • at one point, Jesper points to one of the birds that looks like a crow
  • “kaz, is that u” “wow, so original, jes”
  • next up is the Haunted Mansion and Inej LOVES IT
  • she digs the eerie shit
  • then, because Kuwei wouldn’t shut up about it, they decide to do Space Mountain though they end up in line for an hour and a half wait
  • poor Jesper could barely contain himself so Inej came up with the idea of playing Heads Up! from their phones
  • it takes the edge off waiting and they end up having a blast on the ride
  • this time, Kaz couldn’t keep a straight face and Wylan has actual tears in the photo
  • then finally, they head to California Adventures for TOWER OF TERROR
  • and since it’s getting late at night, there’s no wait at all
  • Wylan is freaking out a bit
  • “i already have dreams of falling, i don’t want to actually experience it” “it’s okay, Wylan Van Sunshine, i’ll hold your hand”
  • Matthias is pumped (he’s grown to like the thrill)
  • on the ride, even Kaz screams during the free fall
  • and when they get off, he actually falls on the ground, his legs are wobbling so much
  • Inej helps him regain his balance as they start to leave the theme park
  • but, of course, they have to stay for the parade
  • Kuwei falls asleep halfway through, his head on Nina’s shoulder
  • and as they leave, while he’ll never admit it, Kaz actually had a good time after all
My Favorite Stark (Stark!Reader x Pietro Maximoff)

Word Count: 1786

Summary: The reader definitely feels overthrown by her younger sister. Pietro is there to remind her that she is his favorite.

Warnings: Sibling Rivalry (?), language

A/N: Happy Friday everyone! I’ve been working on this all week while simultaneously watching The Defenders FINALLY. I hope you love this as much as I do. I decided to name Baby Stark (in this story, at least) Charlotte Maria, just so we’d have a name. Xx


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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

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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.

I had this grand idea that I was going to animate Negan like some sort of Street Fighter character…and then I quickly realized that I have very basic knowledge in animation and that I don’t have the skill to do that LMAO. SO here’s my very simple jaggedy Street Fighter Negan. It is what it is at this point. ⚡️⚡️⚡️

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.

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Lean on Me

When Sasuke opened his eyes to the stream of daylight coming into his room, he immediately sensed that something was different about today. The person opening up the curtains was a blonde woman instead of the usual pink-haired doctor he was used to seeing each day. 

“You’re awake, Sasuke-kun.” He glances at her direction and it takes a momentary pause before he fully recognizes Ino without her full set of makeup on.

“Where’s Sakura?” he immediately questions.

“The hospital is understaffed so many of our patients today are in dire need of our top medic’s expertise,” Ino explains as she picks up a clipboard at the edge of his bed and begins to read through the details.

“You don’t look so good.” He could see the bags underneath Ino’s eyes. 

Ino gave a haggard smile. “Thanks for the compliment. I, at least, was able to catch a couple hours of zzz’s here and there. It’s Sakura that I’m worried about. I’m pretty sure she pulled several all nighters in the emergency room tending to the severely injured.”

“Where is she now?”

Ino glances at the clock. “If she’s a stickler like she always is, then hopefully on her 15 minute break to at least eat something for lunch.”

“You’re only giving her 15 minutes for lunch?” His words come out sharp as if he was scolding her.

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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.

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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.”

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Part 3A

Reveling in Richonne

#46: The Kiss (7x5)

The Kiss of Life!!!! This. kiss. was. every. thing. Before I start, I just need to do my happy dance for the millionth time over this perfection. 🙌🏾

I don’t know what’s wrong with me but every single time I see this scene, I react like it’s my first time ever seeing this scene and I literally have the reaction of this gif above 😂…Like every single time, without fail, because this moment is everything and then some.

Like perfection. Like tens across the board. Like mesmerizing and magical and definitely on my nonexistent “Top Ten Richonne moments” list. It’s like they sprinkled something over this scene that makes it where you have to watch it over and over. You can’t not smile and cheer and celebrate every time you see this. (PS: This lengthy post is going to be half analysis, half pure rejoicing lol. I can’t help it! 😁)

Y'all, this kiss was something special and whoever thought to choreograph it this way should receive a medal. It was this moment. It was this exchange that took my love for Richonne to a whole new level, cuz it was the first time Richonne left me completely and utterly shook. Don’t get me wrong, I adored all their other moments, but this one was entrancing like no other. 

Basically the low five put me on the ship and then this moment put me in the dumpster lol.

Like, seriously, round of applause to everyone involved. The light crew gets a medal. The stylist gets a medal. The composer gets a medal. The director and cinematographer and writers get a medal. And you already know Andy and Danai get all the medals. (But seriously imma need some Emmys or Golden Globe noms headed TWD’s way before the show ends)

This scene was beautiful. I’ve seen a lot of people excellently dissect this breathtaking moment, and people’s thoughts and insight and celebration of this moment is so good and brings me so much joy to read! So a lot of my analysis is really just me preaching to the choir, but you know I have to join in and give my play by play lol. 😋

So, Rick goes in for that little hug and peck on the cheek I mentioned earlier. It’s a “casual” husband/wife send off and it’s sweet that he just wants some form of physical connection with her before he goes cuz…this is Rick and Michonne! (an epiphany that hits me over and over again cuz it’s just so amazing and crazy to me that these people we’ve been watching for years are now able to express the love they’ve had inside for so long)  

Like think of how many times, pre-canon, R&M have gone out to do separate things and maybe wanted to give a hug goodbye and now they can. Think about the “I’m still with you” moment that preciously parallels this one!

Originally posted by forevermichonne

 You can’t help but be happy for them that they now get to do all the things they’ve been wanting to do.  So, again, if all they had done was hug it would have been super sweet.

But instead, honey, we got blessed and spoiled! Cuz as Rick goes in for the hug, Michonne so gracefully and intimately places her hand on his face.

Just to do something as intimate and personal as touch his face, lets you know that R&M feel very very close and connected to one another. I also notice that Michonne immediately puts her hand on his face the second she realizes Rick is going in for this peck on the cheek thing. By putting her hand on his face so quickly it lets me know that she knew from the second he stepped towards her that she wanted to give him a more proper sendoff than the one he was about to do.

Like this kiss wasn’t an after thought or some uncertain thing for her. She doesn’t just let the casual hug happen and then hesitantly think “Oh wait, maybe I should give him his entire life right now” 😂  No, she was confident and knew from the jump that she wanted to do that.

Now, when this first happened it could seem to some like she was about to reject the hug. In fact, Rick looks like he’s thinking that for a second too. It absolutely pains me when you see the quick look of uncertainty on Rick’s face as Michonne redirects him. Like he was already a little hesitant to go in for the peck on the cheek and for a split second it feels like he’s thinking “Dang, she doesn’t even want me to touch her.”.

Rick really thinks he’s about to take yet another L and get rejected. But I love that Michonne doesn’t give Rick much time to linger on the possible thought of rejection before she’s letting him know exactly where they stand and how she feels about him, without even having to say a single word.

Like this kiss was a loud and clear “I love you” from both of them. 😍

I love the way it’s choreographed for her to take his face and sort of lead the way here. It conveys oh so much. Like one; this is Michonne saying “Nah, we don’t do that platonic peck on the cheek stuff. Our love is too strong for that.” 😂 

And two; it’s a reminder of how R&M are equals. And three; it’s a reminder that they are so in sync with one another. Like Michonne can see that if they just do a casual sendoff it could cause more disconnect for them so, like the wise strong 👸🏾 she is, she steps in and she closes the distance between them literally and figuratively.

And four; this is Michonne teaching us yet another way to say, “I’m still with you”. Like so far Michonne’s taught us that you can say “I’m still with you” by:

  • Saying the actual words to him
  • Being the first one out to aid him in fighting a herd of walkers
  • Giving a warning pop to a chick that tries him
  • Pleading his case to a psycho while a gun’s aimed at your head.
  • Helping him make a bed
  • And then you can also give him the literal kiss of life. 🙌🏾

I love that now that they’re a couple, Michonne can more intimately let Rick know she’s still with him. And this kiss is so powerful because it feels like a game changer for them. Because it communicated to both of them what they might have not been verbally communicating to each other since Negan’s arrival and that’s that; there is literally no amount of differing opinions, or distance, or tension, or anything at all that’s going to break us up. We’re still with each other and we want to be with each other forever.

I love this moment too cuz, as breathtaking as it was, it felt so authentic and not sappy in the slightest. It just felt like grown healthy love. And yet it was still so magical cuz, y'all, I’m not a sappy person (or so I thought lol) but I could practically hear angels singing when this moment first aired.

Like I promise, when I first saw it, I felt like it was in slow motion or something. 😂 It was that mesmerizing. It just felt like it was straight out of an apocalyptic Disney movie lol. It was True Love’s Kiss! 😍

I love that Michonne’s leading the way at first on the kiss and then it does not take long for Rick to be right there with her. I love that he, of course, pulls her in closer and they literally get lost in each other, as any concern that they are on the rocks quickly disappears. Like you literally see them both radiate equal amounts of intense love and energy.

They are so engulfed by each other that it’s like no one else is there.  And it’s funny cuz I remember thinking about how R&M are doing all this with Carl definitely right there in the next room with the door open lol. But I love that for this one moment it was just them two in this world. 😊  And you can tell they never want this moment to end.

And y'all can I just say one more time…that’s Rick and Michonne! That’s “Your face is losing the war” Michonne and “You gonna stay awhile?” Rick. These two have been knowing each other for the longest and now they’re doing this.🙌🏾  

I remember even my sister, who’s a more casual viewer, took note of this scene and was like “Well okay then.” 😂  Everyone took note of this moment. 👏🏽

Like if someone watches this scene and still doesn’t buy the deep love between Rick and Michonne it might be time for them to consider if they’re a…

Lol. But Haters are just going to stay mad because this couple isn’t only going to survive but thrive. 👌🏽😊 Their bond is unbreakable and this kiss made that crystal clear. The passion, chemistry, sincerity, unity, desire, respect, longing, support, and just pure love conveyed in that kiss, from both of them, is A1. 👌🏽

I love that Michonne knew that her man needed to be reminded that he’s still the man in this world and so she reminded him of just that. Michonne always be knowing just what to do lol. 👏🏽 Like she wanted to remind Rick just who he is in her eyes. He is still the Rick Grimes to Michonne.

R&M are completely on the same page in this moment and it just reminds you that they are truly made for one another. And I adore how much R&M can say without words. Like, apart from “I’m still with you”, that kiss was Michonne telling Rick “I respect you, I believe in you, I support you, I want you, I love you” and Rick seriously needed that.

You can tell that Rick is overcome by this woman and has just gotten even more proof that he was very right in saying “this is different”. It’s 100% clear that Rick got his entire life from that kiss lol. 😊

And I love that it doesn’t just end with the kisses! Afterwards, R&M both lean in, so beyond close to each other, and they stay in this moment just a little longer. It really is like they melt into each other. And they just visually look like they fit together like puzzle pieces. I love that as they just stay here for a moment it really feels like they are leaning on their rock and their other half. Like as hesitant as the scene started it ends with such strength and unity and power between them. 😍 

It’s so evident that they don’t want to pull away from each other as the kiss ends and their foreheads touch. Like they almost seem dizzy from the immense amount of love that has just poured out of them. Their love is so powerful it overwhelms them just as much as us lol.

And then Rick says the only appropriate response…

“Thank you”. 😋 I adore this very sweet and very accurate response. Like I know some people say Rick was technically saying thank you in regards to Michonne saying good luck, but let’s be real y'all, he was thanking her for the greatest kiss of his life. (Plus, when she said “good luck” he said “yeah” so he technically already responded to that. 😁)

To me, the “thank” you has even deeper meaning. This was Rick saying thank you to Michonne for being his ride or die, for never giving up on him, for being there for him and loving him and choosing him every time, no matter what. He was thanking her for being her. (and, again, for giving him his entire life in one kiss 😋)

With this world being more dangerous than ever, it’s a big deal to leave home and you really don’t know if your goodbye is truly your last goodbye so, as R&M head off separate ways, Michonne wanted to make sure they have a proper and fitting farewell, which of course is an epic one for an epic couple.

So, in a way, this kiss was her also saying “Just in case this is the last goodbye you should know exactly how I feel about you”. But the kiss was also very strategic, cuz I know Homegirl was trying to give Rick some serious incentive to get back asap. I’m honestly a little surprised Rick didn’t go tell Aaron their trip’s cancelled lol. Cuz after this kiss, Rick really looked like he was thinking, ‘Negan who?” 😂.

I know with complete certainty that Rick had this moment with Michonne on replay the whole time he was out with Aaron. As Rick walks away, Michonne watches both sad to see him go and also knowing full well she just put that man in a trance. 😂 She knows what she’s done lol. Like Rick’s now beyond whipped. Is there a term stronger than whipped? Cuz that’s what he is now lol.

To date, this is my favorite kiss between them. Hence why I can gush about it forever. It was just so much more than a kiss. It was everything. It was their unbreakable love fully on display. And they’ve come so far since season three, and have had many moments in past seasons that could have led to a kiss, so it just feels so rewarding and wonderful that they’re finally at this point in the relationship. I can imagine for long-time shippers this moment sent you straight up to heaven lol. 🙌🏾 😋

Literally every time I see a gif of this moment I can’t help but get that same overwhelming joy I had the first time watching it. It’s just so good and so magical yet so realistic and organic. Richonne is always so well done cuz it’s always conveyed like grown, healthy, natural, genuine true love.

And this kiss gives you no doubt that R&M’s relationship will not just last, but it will stand the test of time. They are ride or die, they are partners for life, they are one

This scene was towards the beginning of 7x5, but low key the rest of the episode was kind of a blur cuz, as far as I’m concerned, this one scene stole the whole show. 😋

So, in short (lol), every time I see this moment I can’t help but say, “I’m…

Originally posted by twintherapists

Cuz this scene was, is, and will always be a masterpiece. 🙌🏾👌🏽👏🏽👏

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. 

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“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…

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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?

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)

Small Victories

Summary: Your new co-worker helps you celebrate a really good day. 
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 1170
Warnings: Semi-awkward moment during gratuitous smut, albeit implied; actually, the whole fic is fairly gratuitous.
Challenge: @supernatural-jackles Birthday Challenge. Happy Birthday Jen!  My prompt, which has been added upon editing, is, “You look so cute when you’re sad.”

A/N: No, there will not be more of this. I’m looking at you, @bringmesomepie56 :P

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Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 23.)

CHAPTER TITLE: A Cry For Help

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. - Part 16. - Part 17. - Part 18. - Part 19. - Part 20. - Part 21. - Part 22.

Character(s): Negan, Simon, and Dwight
Summary:
Negan and Simon try to track down where you could have gone, while Dwight makes a difficult decision.
Word Count: 2,248
Warning: None.
Author’s Note: I contemplated on making Dwight the bad guy, or the good guy, and immediately went with the latter. I wanted to have Negan and Simon reunite with the Reader, so the wives could get what’s coming to them hehe. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Big things are coming ;-)

Negan was pacing in his office, holding Lucille tightly in his grasp. Since you ‘left,’ Negan hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep. It had only been a day, but there looming thoughts of you leaving, and surviving past these walls kept him up at night. He wondered if you were still alive, but he hoped that whatever happened to you, he would get the answers for.

He was due for a meeting with the Saviors in the courtyard. There was no way that you could have left, so he decided to send out a search party within the walls. Negan wanted to make sure that whoever was responsible will cower with fear, knowing that he was going to find out one way or another.

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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. 

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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…
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!!)

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Regium

Pairing: Taeyong X Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst; Fallen Angel! AU

Word Count: 4.1K

Note: Taeyong has me weak. As always. Stupid hair, stupid smile, stupid skills. I hate it all, ok.

Originally posted by mayfifolle

It’s dark outside today, you realize, as you risk a glance outside the dusty window of your apartment. It’s still around 4 in the afternoon—the darkness undoubtedly owed to the dark clouds crowding the skies above—so you have a while before you need to leave for your shift at the convenience store down the block. It’s actually a welcome thought, you decide, as you make your way to the kitchen to preferably make some tea and curl up in an armchair with a book.

That is, if it rains at all.

You give just one more skeptical glance outside for merit’s sake, before turning back towards the counter, hands knowing where to go all on their own. As you put the kettle on the stove to boil, a loud clap of thunder startles you into jumping just slightly, and your eyes automatically stray to the window, only for your mouth to drop open in undisguised shock.

It’s full out pouring outside.

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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.

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