i would never say no to that face

anonymous asked:

... I'd have to know what you look like to make you a shinigami...

Really?? I didn’t think anyone would actually do it, this is exciting…

Someone I know likes to tell me I look like Haruhi from Ouran hshc if that helps??

GOT7: seeing you dressed up for the first time

I never wear dresses, either, unless it’s for a special occasion. I like to sit in positions dresses just don’t accommodate, so what can you do

Mark: 

Mark thinks you look fantastic no matter what you’re wearing, but would really enjoy seeing you in something you don’t usually wear. A smile brighter than every star in the universe would dominate his face as he gently takes your hand, pulling you close to him. “You look amazing, Y/N,” he’d say as he continues to gaze at you, utterly wonderstruck. He’d take this opportunity to document the special occasion through countless selfies and candids of you walking beside him. Would probably show these pictures to everyone he knew and brag about how much he loves you

Jaebum: 

Jaebum, too, thinks you look hot in literally anything. Like, you could be wearing sweatpants and an old mustard-stained tee shirt but damn, you’re hot. When he sees you all dressed up for the first time, though, he’s rendered speechless.  Unable to look away, he’d rub the back of his neck almost nervously before walking up to you, his hands coming to rest on your waist before leaning in and kissing you. “You look amazing, babe,” he’d mutter with his lips brushing your ear ever so lightly

JInyoung: 

Jinyoung would break for a second upon seeing you in a dress for the first time. His mouth would hang slightly agape, his eyes fixated on you. Shaking his head to snap himself out of his trance, he’d take your hand and bring it up to his mouth to kiss it, his eyes never wavering in their contact with yours. “You look like a princess, Y/N,” he’d say, a soft smile turning his lips up. He’d be unable to look away from you the whole time you were together. You’d catch him gazing at you unabashedly more than a few times

Jackson: 

Jackson would freeze for a second when he first say you in a dress. It’d pass as quickly as it came, though, and all of a sudden you’re being showered in compliments as he spins you around to see the dress at every angle. He’s torn between wanting to show you off to the world and wanting to keep you all to himself, and he voices each and every one of these thoughts. Finally, he’d take your hand in his and practically drag you to wherever you were going, stopping random people in their paths and asking, “Isn’t she beautiful? She’s my girlfriend. I’m so happy.” 

Youngjae: 

Youngjae is having the time of his life. On an ordinary day, he’ll still think you’re the prettiest human being on the planet, but seeing you all dressed up is making his heart hurt. His smile would burst across his face before he even realized it, a shy laugh slipping past his lips as he looks at you, awestruck. “You look so beautiful,” he’d say softly, planting a kiss on your cheek. He’d probably take your hand and dance with you at random times during the day, spinning you around and beaming, because he can’t get over how amazing you look

Bamboo: 

Bambam would be in the middle of a sentence when suddenly he saw you in a dress and all of a sudden, he forgets whatever he was saying and stutters out random vowels for a straight minute, his body frozen. Finally, he snaps out of it and rushes over to you, his hands on your waist as he plants kisses all over your face five times over. “Wow. You look… wow,” would be the only thing he’d be able to say for the time being. Expect him to take a million selfies with you and to catch him taking photos of you when he thought you weren't’ looking 

Yugyeom: 

Yugyeom would immediately smile so wide you thought his face would spilt in half because of it. He’d gently cup the sides of your face and lean in, kissing you, before pulling back and saying, “You always look so amazing, Y/N.” Smirking playfully, he’d take your hand and spin you around like a princess before pulling you back to him and dancing slowly with you, no matter where you were. 

anonymous asked:

Omg I need headcanons about Remus being horny before a full moon pleaseeeeee (love your blog btw!!) I'm such a sinner

Thank you, love :D <3

  • Remus is the calm boy, the shy one, the reserved one
  • And he’s the best boyfriend in the world
  • Always taking care of you, always making sure you have everything you need
  • He’s never pushy with you. Never.
  • He’s gentle and careful 
  • But let’s say, around the full moon
  • Two or three days before
  • He tries really hard to contain himself
  • But you are so sweet and beautiful and he is a horny mess
  • He looks at your legs and it gives him ideas he would never say out loud to anyone
  • Honestly, he would just push you against that very wall right now 
  • Spread your legs and take you all
  • From behind, probably
  • Or maybe he’d just bury his face between your legs so you would moan his name very loudly
  • Just here in the closet next to the both of you
  • Would it be possible? I mean, if he uses a locking spell, maybe…
  • Right now you’re talking to him but he doesn’t listen 
  • He’s looking at your mouth moving but no sounds come out of it
  • Cause those lips, oh he knows what they can do
  • At first you’re a bit offended, like, helloooo Remus? I’m talking to you!
  • But then you remember that this is that time of the month and you know exactly what’s going on in his mind
  • Or in his pants, by the way. 
  • He tries to focus on your voice, tries to ignore this freaking urge 
  • So you push him discreetly into the closet next to you
  • And take off his belt
  • And wow, he loves you so much right now

i had a friend we had the same height difference like wayhaught. it was complete platonic friendship for me untill one day while we were cuddling waiting for our ride to come pick us up from school she kissed my neck out of nowhere. and i didn’t know what came over me i kissed her and ever since I’m fucked. i used to kiss her on the lips to greet her and she didn’t mind but whenever i would try to propose her to become something more she would take it as a joke and last year she got married. this way my love story ended she never felt the same way for me. but i never get it whenever she doubts in herself, in her beauty and she wonders if anyone can be attracted to her i always fucking scream in her face “i do” but she still brushes it off saying I’m just saying it to make her feel good.

uuuuugh. the very concept of yara/asha greyjoy calling anyone her protector is so extremely fucking out of character. she would spit in the face of anyone who even dared to claim that role. she has never needed protecting. she is an ironborn reaver to her core. (and don’t even say she agreed to give up that lifestyle in service of her new queen daenerys because that is also out of character and was done just for the sake of plot convenience) 

but D&D wanted to wring out as much emotion from the viewers as they possibly could, no matter how cheap the shortcut. because fuck character continuity. 

i’m mad about it. 

but on a more positive note, the actress who plays her does an absolute spectacular job though.

Why the Mario Badescu "rosewater" ain't shit

First of all, let me set this clear this is NOT rosewater and no one from the company has every claimed that its rosewater. Even the name of this spray is “facial spray with aloe, herbs and rosewater”.

Everyone got so easily tricked into thinking its pure rosewater because of the color. Which is caused by the colorants in it, which also are mildly comedogenic and completely unnecessary in skincare, like the whole bottom part of this ingredient list.

It has WATER listed as the first ingredient, which almost always means that its ay least 80% water, in this case it must be about 95% at least because of its consistency. The second one is propylene glycol which is similar to glycerin.
Meaning YOU CAN MAKE THIS AT HOME using 2 ingredients: water and glycerin. it will cost you about $0.50.
Not to mention that you can make your own real rosewater at home and it costs esentially nothing as well.
This mist contains 5 fragrance ingredients. Which are so unnecessary and highly irritatining to the skin meaning it can cause acne, redness, rashes, eczema flare ups and general worsening of the skin condition. 2 of the fragrance ingredients are geraniol and citronellol, highly irritating allergens which you should never ever put on your face.

Also to add onto this, I would never buy from MB because of their use of steroids in skin care, UNLISTED in the ingredient lists. It caused many people to go through painful withdarwal symptoms. http://www.prnewswire.com/news-releases/lawsuit-filed-against-mario-badescu-for-undisclosed-steroids-279184841.html

Also before you add on this post saying how you love this spray and how youve been using it for 822049 years and its amazing; i literally dont care at all. Like good for you, youre literally spending $7 on something you can make a better version of at home for almost nothing stop typing or you’ll end up looking like a fool.

Movie night

Pairing; Park Jimin x Reader

Words; 3.2k

Genre; Angst (if you squint), PURE SMUT, Fluff (if you look real closely)

Summary; You and Jimin have been in a 6 month long relationship and the most you’ve done is make-out. During a movie night you deicde to push the boundaries but things don’t go as planned.

A/N; I’m still low-key sick so this isn’t perfect but I tried!

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NU’EST saved themselves by joining Produce 101: From almost disbanding to the top of the charts

OK but I don’t think people understand enough how much impact pd101 has had on NU’EST?? For fucks sake for almost 2 years all that non-japan loves had to look forward to was  “NU’EST schedule- empty” because Pledis is shit. All we had was everyone calling NU’EST flop nugus saying they should disband. All we had was mistreatment and zero promotion for their 2016 albums when Pledis finally released them from Japan.

All we had was comebacks getting cut-short because of bad sales and music shows cutting NU’EST performances bc they weren’t “famous” enough. All we had was Music shows giving them the lowest quality mics and equipment and never uploading their performances onto their Youtube channels but managed to upload the more famous groups.

All we had was 10 months of waiting after Canvas, wondering if NU’EST will ever come back again and when. All we had was Instagram updates keeping us alive. All we had was the whole kpop fandom roasting NU’EST alive when they went on pd101 calling them cheaters. All we had was seeing NU’EST members, even the ones who never cried once in 5 yrs (Baekho) break down.

All we had was the members look straight at the fucking camera on produce 101, and admit that they failed and that their disbandment was near. Let me tell you on that die I fucking wanted to die right then when I found their reality. How many fans get to hear that?? Their idol, loves of their life, the group who you would be dead without, look so defeated and say right to your fucking face it’s over for him and your ultimate group of 5 years is almost disbanding because their company screwed them over like NO OTHER. Don’t underestimate what we’ve been through.

We had to sacrifice Minhyun in order to gain new fans. He had to tear himself away from his family in order to save NU’EST. I just . .  i need new loves, pd101 stans and everyone to really understand the importance of NU’ESTs come back and all this activity.

I want you all to know I feel overwhelmed right now with all this NU’EST activity. I want you to know how I feel. I want you to know this isn’t normal what NU’EST is going through, this is what you would call a miracle. I want you to know that the member did this all on their own, and everything single activity they have now is so fucking important. I need to know the reason why NU’ESTs thankfulness to fans might seem even excessive at times. Because they know how it’s like to have almost nothing so every single fan and every success (even small) means everything to them.

Originally posted by hello-yeri

Thank you to old loves who stayed and thank you to new loves who joined. Without NU’EST my life would not be worth living and I would have nothing. I need you to know I am so bloody thankful for anybody who supports these 5 talented people.

From the bottom of my heart thank you so much.

Here’s a happier thought: in another world, things are different.

Darth Vader takes one look at this feral fierce daughter of queens and politicians, this girl lying silver-tongued and spiteful to his face and thinks oh. And a heartbeat later he thinks Padme because this child looks so much like her, down to the imperious jut of her chin. And she looks like a boy he knew once, a boy called Anakin Skywalker, who was reckless and absurd and so strong with the Force that the universe buckled around him.

He says, “You are adopted, aren’t you,” and Leia’s eyebrows skyrocket.

“What relevance does that have,” she manages, “Lord Vader,” and Lord Vader would smile if he could. Instead he reaches down to touch her beautiful face; she flinches away, shows her teeth, and he feels his heart full up to bursting point.

He says, “None at all.”

Alderaan does not burn. Tarkin does though. He falls in two neat, sizzling halves.

“Um,” says Leia. Vader’s lightsabre burns red in her eyes.

“I’m no friend of the Emperor,” says Vader, says Anakin. And, “I knew your mother.” And then, because he’s Anakin Skywalker and planning has never been one of his strong suits, he offers her his hand.

“Come with me.”

“Will Alderaan be safe? My parents?”

My parents. Not by blood, but by choice, and that matters more.

“I will protect them,” says Anakin.

Insecure (Peter Parker x Reader)


Authors note: this was requested by the lovley @signethatsmelol, also I hate myself bc I turned my precious babies against each other for the sake of fiction

Warning(s): some swearing, violence, angst BUT DW BC FLUFF AT THE END

Something was wrong. Seriously wrong. Maybe it was the unusual silence of the school halls after class or the fact that Peter hadn’t come to find you but something was definitely up.

You frowned as you made your way to your locker, your boyfriend of a year nowhere to be seen.  Opening it up, you loaded in your calculus textbook and a few other things before heading your academic decathlon club. You often found yourself looking forward to your team meets as you’d get to spend more time with your boyfriend, Peter and best friend, Flash.

You’d actually met Peter through Flash, when you’d first joined Midtown high. Flash had been your ‘tour’ guide as such, and he was extremely sweet towards you, he’d made you feel comfortable with the move to a new high school and even invited you to the team’s first meet of the year, although he was very flirtatious and you weren’t into that. Peter had joined the meet a little later than it had started because of his Stark internship and it was pretty much love at first sight from then on.

You’d grown to love his little stammer every time he talked to you, and that blush that spread from his cheeks to his neck every time you held his hand in public. You could even say you loved Peter Parker . That’s why you were so worried when he hadn’t come to meet you, the pair of you were inseparable so you knew something was wrong.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as your friend Michelle came running towards you, panic etched across her features. “Michelle?” You asked, turning from your locker to face her, concern stitched into your voice. She was hunched over, hands gripping  her knees as she struggled to catch her breath.

“I-it’s Peter” she began, drawing herself upwards. “He’s gotten into another fight”

Your eyes widened as she spoken, you slammed your locker shut as the curly haired girl lead you towards the fight. Within a matter of minutes, you found yourself behind a large gathering of people, formed into a circle. People were cheering and filming the ordeal. Hurriedly, you pushed your way through the bands of people, trying to get a better look at the scene.

“Excuse me, sorry. Pardon me”

What you saw after weaving your way through the crowds made your heart drop. Your friend, Flash and your boyfriend Peter.

They were currently standing opposite each other, faces swollen and bruised. Flash had clearly gotten the brute end of it, and looked like he was on his last legs. Peter on the other hand looked significantly less injured and you knew in that moment he had been the one to start the fight. You knew Flash had picked on Peter, that’s what made it hard to maintain your friendship with him but you never thought Peter would lash out on him like this.

“Say that again, I dare you” you heard Peter spit, bouncing his fist up and down menacingly. Through the pain, you could see Flash draw his lips into a cruel smirk.

“She doesn’t want you, she never has. She’s only with you to get back at me”

That was all it took for Peter to launch himself at Flash, you covered your eyes and bit your now quivering lip, as you heard the pair’s grunts of pain. You knew know that this wasn’t some stupid spat between boys.

This was about you.

Opening your eyes, you rushed out into the circle, the cheers from the crowd only sky rocketing. At this point, both boys were at either side of the circle, you rushed between them in an attempt to stop the violence. “Stop it!” You yelled breathlessly, looking between them. “Just stop it! You’re hurting each other!”

Both boys fixed their posture before looking at you. You stared Peter down, meeting his gaze with a confused look, you could see the guilt swirling in his eyes. Your attention was stolen, when Flash begun to speak up. “Get outta the way (Y/N), I gotta let this punk have it

Don’t talk to her like that” Peter seethed back. You shook your head, begging yourself not to cry as the two boys you cared about glared and growled at each other. You could see that Peter was tired and could tell that he was feeling guilty.

“Leave it Flash” you called out as he tried to advance. You turned to your boyfriend and grabbed him then by the wrist trying to get him out of there. You pulled him into a guest toilet and locked the door behind you. You sat him down on the lid of the toilet,  grabbing some tissue and running it under some cold water before pressing the compress to his bruised knuckles.

“What the fuck was that Peter?” You said, as you worked in silence. Peter could only watch as you moved about, making more compresses for his cuts before they bruised.

“I’m sorry” the brunette boy whispered, not meeting your eyes as you inspected his face. You paused, looking into his chocolatey orbs, anger swirling in them.

You’re sorry?!” You yelled, your calm facade breaking down. This wasn’t the first time Peter had gotten into a fight over you, in fact, they’d been happening a lot more recently. You’ve never mentioned it to him before, at first you thought he was being over protective, but now you could tell it was much more serious. “Sorry doesn’t cut it Peter! Do you know how many times I’ve had to pull you out of these situations? Do you know how many times I’ve had to save your ass from being beaten into the ground? Do you know how much that scares me? I don’t know what’s going on with you Peter but you need to sort this out.”

Your boyfriend flinched at every word you spoke, as if he was being

sprayed by acid. He knew what you were saying was true, but he couldn’t help it.

“Peter, I love you!” You cried out, as he gazed at you intently. “But you can’t keep fighting people over me! Flash is one of my best friends, and to see you both almost kill each other out there breaks my heart! I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but if it keeps happening, I don’t know if I can stay”

This time, Peter’s head snapped up, looking you directly in the eyes. “W-what are you - are you saying?” he whispered, voice low and uneven. He was standing now, and you could see his body shaking.

“I’m saying that maybe…” you sighed, backing away from Peter. “We should…take a break?”

“No!“Peter practically screamed, his voice cracking as he did so.

In the dim light of the bathroom, you could see his eyes glaze over as his body begun to shake. “P-please”

Peter…

“I meant it when I said I was sorry” he tried, his voice betraying him. “I don’t know what came over me, F-flash was just saying these awful things about you, a-about us and I began to doubt myself”

You neared your sobbing boyfriend, immediately feeling guilting for suggesting that you end things. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his head down to rest on your shoulder as he cried. “T-they say I don’t deserve you, all the guys. T-they say you’re too good for me… and it’s true”.

You stroked his hair softly as he let out his emotions. You never knew that he’d felt this way, that this could have ever been the reason for his outbreak. That Peter Parker was insecure.

Baby no” you whispered but he didn’t stop there.

“You’re the kindest and sweetest soul and I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you. You’ve been with me through everything and I-I’m just… Peter” he hiccuped, pulling away from you with bleary eyes. “P-please don’t leave me, you’re everything I have”

“Peter…” you sighed, holding him close until he’d calmed down. “I-I’ll never leave you, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry”. You clung to him, trying to tell him that you were there and that you weren’t ever going to let go, you cursed yourself for being such a terrible girlfriend. When you both pulled away, you looked up at Peter, feeling his love for you radiate off of his body. You stood on your tip toes and slowly pressed your lips to his, the taste of his cherry lip balm invading your tongue. His warm and familiar hands snaked their way around your waste, pulling you closer to him. You gripped the collar of his plaid shirt from under his jumper and tugged him towards you, wanting to be as close to him  as possible, wanting him to feel the love you had for him. All of Peter’s insecurities melted away in that moment, he knew that you would never leave him, he knew that you loved him and that none of the other guys meant anything to you, not even Flash.

When you’d both come up for air, a small smile graced your lips. Peter returned your smile, going to bury his head in the crook of your neck again. “I’m so in love with you” he whispered against the  skin of your neck.

“I love you too Pete”

You both stood in silence, holding each other, the only sounds being made were your giggles as Peter pressed kisses to your neck. “I really am sorry about Flash though, I know how much he means to you” Peter spoke, after a few moments.

You rolled your eyes, before ruffling Peter’s hair. “He was an asshole anyways, you’re all that I care about”

You both laughed before you pressed a quick kiss to Peter’s lips, making him blush. “Now we should probably get out of here before people think we’re up to something” you winked at him playfully , as he shook his head at your antics.

Peter only let out a laugh as you pulled away to unlock  the door. You  grinned back at him, admiring his smile, and the way it reached his eyes. You really loved Peter and god help anyone that tried to make your baby insecure again.

so in seventh grade, my band class had a creepy obsession with our band director. in my friend group, we called him dad and the entire clarinet section called him nigel (think - nigel from the wild thornberries). so towards the end of the year, my alto sax friend changed all the apps in his phone to a picture of our band director. that started the god awful trend of #spreadthebraue so after that - i posted on my instagram a photo of mr. b and tagged it with said tag. then about 15 other kids in my grade reposted it. it was hell.

then i got the bright idea to start an instagram account called “same picture of braue” i posted on it for the last month of school and it gained followers quickly.

fast forward to the last day of school when we were having a ceremony for students who did something special (idk i was asleep half the time) when mr. b was handing out awards for band students, he called up me, my alto sax friend, and my three other percussionist friends (we were an iconic friend group lemme tell you. whenever we would have to play in groups - we would all play as a quintet)
so we went up to the stage and mr. b explains why we are on the stage. he never got to finish because as soon as he says “spread the braue” my percussionist friend whips out a giant peanut butter jar that has “spread the braue like butter” labeled on it with a picture of his face and then hands it to him then motions for the rest of us to walk off stage.

so then last week, i stopped in the band room for my forgotten tuba mouthpiece that i was emailed about and then i saw it on the wall. mr. b had set up a shelf with the peanut butter jar on it and a plaque that read:

7th grade band class students - Matt -last name- (alto sax), savannah -last name- (tuba), asher (percussionist - the one who handed him the jar), diana -last name- (percussionist), and josh -last name- (percussionist) - started trend #spreadthebraue and @samepictureofbraue on instagram

long this the band class of 2017

The universe never really sent me a warning. When love first arrived, I didn’t pay attention to him the moment he walked right up to me. I didn’t even spare him a second glance. Love wasn’t what I wanted love to be, was far from what I wanted him to be. Love was from a different world and our paths crossing was never part of our plan. But love had already set his heart on me and was persistent. Love showed effort that I never asked him for—love waited for me because love knew I would always walk home. So love walked beside me every single day on my way home and held my hand. Love would even sometimes stay for a little while once we reach the house, love gave me a forehead kiss while my head laid on his shoulder riding the bus but left it at that because love knew that if his lips touched somewhere else, it would be another story. Love made sure I always made it home safe, love inspired me. Love made me do things I never imagined I’d ever do in my life. Love held the ice in the warmth of his hand and it melted. Just like that. But love always fought with me. Love glared daggers at the friend who was only asking for help in courting someone else that he admired. Love stopped talking, stopped seeing me. And love grew tired. Love gave up. But love told me he still wanted to be friends. And with a final wave of hand and a smile, love walked away.

And once he was no longer in sight, I was sure I wanted nothing to do with that. I swore I wouldn’t let love set foot in my house again for a while once it came knocking at my door on a winter night. But love reappeared not long after, just when I wasn’t expecting love to.

Love looked different now. No more tan skin and deep, chocolate eyes. Love smelled different now, spoke differently now. With a sweeter voice, gentler hands, a broader back, and a different kind of warmth. Now love’s eyes, a lighter shade of brown—so mesmerizing. But love wasn’t all new after all. Because love already met me years before, he just didn’t remember. Love didn’t remember my name, but recognized my face. Love wanted to know my name. For the second time. Love roamed the hallways, sneaking a glimpse room after room searching for that one familiar face.

Now love would stay up late at night with me when my mind won’t stop counting reasons to hate myself, keeping me wide awake. But would usually make sure we both got enough rest. Love cared differently now, gave just the kind of love I have always longed for probably without him knowing it. Love became everything I have ever hoped for and so much more. Love’s arms alone felt like home and love offered more kisses now. Love felt safer now. Love made sure he always took care of himself, because he knew I couldn’t afford to lose him, so did I. Love never forgot to remind me knowing I need reassurance every 3 seconds of everyday. Love became the miracle I’ve always asked for from the heavens above. Love became my main source of happiness. Love, every time he got the chance, would hold me in his arms singing me songs all the while running his fingers through my hair and on my skin. Love would wait ‘til I finally got a ride home. Love would always think I’m beautiful—with my hair a mess, cheeks stained with tears, and with a crestfallen face. Love would always say I’m beautiful. But love would also cry, get angry, and would sometimes be cold and distant. Love would also make mistakes and would sometimes forget. Love wasn’t as simple now. Love wasn’t perfect, but neither was I. Love hasn’t been there that long, not all my life, but has been making up for all the years he wasn’t. And that’s all that mattered. Because love promised that love would be here to stay until the very last breath he’d take.

—  irrxlevxnt 
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Golden Beryl
my gemsona ✨

She’s a high-rank gem, big, serious-looking and intimidating but a HUGE architect nerd inside. Like, she shows more devotion to her buildings and creations than her diamond (YD). GB doesn’t care in which side of the war you are, just don’t destroy her buildings. She’s not the fighting type (even tho she’s strong). only when her life is in danger she’ll kick some ass, but rarely summons her weapon.

she surrendered to the CG without even starting a fight, because she wanted to make a deal with them. In exchange of information (she designed most of the earth’s buildings for the diamonds, and knew secret paths the CG’s could use) they would promise to keep her buildings as intact as possible.

she’s a head taller than garnet, has a scowl 90% of the time but every time she’s designing a building she smiles!  Rose noticed that and asked her if she wanted to make something for the crystal gems instead of pretending to be a prisoner. In short, everybody knew that if GB wanted, she was strong enough to just leave.  I see her designing Rose’s fountain and a couple of the temple’s room (since I have no idea if this will ever be addressed in the show and I thought it would be interesting ).

she worked alongside Bismuth, and even with the clear disdain of Bismuth for the upper-class gems, GB actually won Bismuth’s sympathy by honestly praising her and saying how much she was impressed by B’s ability and attention to detail. 

GB never truly joined the CGs, she stayed for the sake of her buildings and for the chance to make new ones.  she struggles to bond with other gems because of her status and her “serious face” programming. Rose was the first to see her silly side.

edit: FEEL FREE TO DRAW MY BABY AND IF YOU DO, KNOW THAT I’M GONNA TREASURE IT IN MY HEART FOREVER.

jane sloan is the ultimate bff cause you can tell her you like girls and she’ll still get undressed/change in front of you without a second thought and won’t make any off hand comments that make you feel weird about your sexuality or like you’re being predatory and making her uncomfortable anyway guys watch the bold type

Come Back to Me (Part Ten)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Warnings: Kissing (but who is kissing who 👀👀👀)
A/N: We’ve made it my dudes (also ignore the fact that i had to make the gif myself bc it’s so bad)

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

*Five Months Later*

“Where are you?” You asked through the phone, slightly worried but immensely irritated. “It’s our first homecoming, together. You were supposed to be here already!”

“I know, I know,” you heard him sigh through the phone, and you thought you could hear some kind of noise in the background. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. I promise.”

You sighed now, louder than he did, and you were sure the displeasure on your face was obvious to the classmates around you. “Okay,” you said before hanging up the phone and shoving it in your coat. 

You made your way to your locker to put your coat away, and you walked slowly to waste time before he got here. You knew what he had to do was crucial, but it was his homecoming too. And, even though it was insignificant in terms of what he was doing, it was your first homecoming as a couple.

You wanted it to be special. But he was late, so late.

When you arrived back to the gym, you smiled when you saw Michelle standing by herself in a corner, looking around the room in mild disgust. “MJ!” You yelled, walking up to her and throwing your arms out for a hug. 

“Hi,” she said, wrapping her arms around you. She pulled away quickly, looking at your outfit. “You look nice.”

“Thanks,” you said, still smiling. You looked down at your own outfit before looking at hers. “So do you.”

She nodded in recognition, looking away from you and around the gym. “Where is everyone?”

You sighed, beginning to frown. “I have no idea.” You looked at the school doors, waiting for him to walk through and give you a large smile. But he didn’t, so you looked back at Michelle. The two of you chatted, and at some point, made your way over to the punch table.

“So the author said-”

“I’m here, I’m here!” A panicked voice interrupted Michelle and the two of you turned around.

You smiled brightly, reaching in to hug him immediately. “Hey, Ned!” You exclaimed as he put his arms around you as well. When you pulled back, you adjusted the crooked hat on his head. “I like your hat.”

“Thanks,” he smiled in response, and then looked over at Michelle. He smiled shyly then, more subdued than when he looked at you, and you saw her give him the same look. You smiled slyly as you watched them hug, and when you gave Michelle a wink, she glared at you.

You excused yourself quickly when they parted, and the alarmed look on both of their faces made you laugh as you walked away. You hoped the privacy you gave them would finally lead to something more.

You roamed around the gym, not quite knowing what to do with yourself. You made your way through the gym doors to make your way to your locker, and you felt a strange feeling come over you when you remembered you doing the same thing exactly a year ago.

You smiled, nostalgic, as you thought of the night Peter had told you he was Spiderman. It felt like centuries ago, not just a year. So much had happened since then. It was like nothing in your life was the same.

You arrived at your locker, and you quickly unlocked it and pulled your phone out of your jacket pocket. You sighed when you opened it to see no messages or calls. You shoved it back in and slammed your locker shut in irritation, the sound echoing through the empty hallways of the school.

You leaned your head against it afterwards, the cold, hard texture feeling so vastly different compared to when you had leant your head against Peter’s, so many months ago.

You didn’t know why you were feeling so disappointed. It was just homecoming. It was just a school dance. It didn’t matter. 

It didn’t matter.

But he promised, he promised, he said he would be there. He had kept his promise when it was most important; he could keep it again now. He had to.

It was your night to make good memories, good memories with him. And maybe it wasn’t prom, but it was still an important night. You still wanted it to be a night to remember. But maybe it wasn’t meant to be, and maybe—

“(Y/N),” you heard from behind you. It was a soft, breathy noise, and you recognized it immediately. You whipped around, nearly falling over in the process. The smile that graced your face when you saw him was the largest it had ever been, and the smile he gave you in return was just as blinding.

“Peter,” you said in return, just as soft. He was only a few feet away from you, but it felt like too much of a distance, so you rushed forward and wrapped your arms around his neck. His arms closed around your waist, and he held you close to him, with your face nestled in his neck and his head resting against yours. “You’re here,” you whispered into his neck.

“I promised,” he said in return, his arms tightening around you. “I always keep my promises.”

“You do,” you said, smiling, and you pulled back slightly to look at him.

He was clearly out of breath. He was trying to hold his panting back from being obvious, but you knew him better than anyone else. You laughed when you saw that he realized you could notice, and he laughed lightly, too. You let go of him to fix his tie, retying it for him when you noticed it was loosely put together.

“You’re a mess,” you chuckled, patting his chest after you adjusted his tie. He caught your hand with his, interlocking his fingers with yours. You looked up into his eyes to see him staring at you intently. “What?” You asked, confused.

“Thank you for waiting for me,” he said quietly, and lifted your connected hands to press a small kiss to yours. You felt your face grow warm as he did so. He had done it so many times before, and you should’ve been used to it already, but every time he left a lingering kiss on your hand, like something a prince would do to his betrothed, you couldn’t help but feel the blood rush to your cheeks.

It made you feel special, and it made you love him even more.

“Of course,” you said, a smile on your face and a blush on your cheeks. “I may have been a bit impatient, but-”

“No,” Peter cut you off, shaking his head, and you looked at him with a confused expression. “Not just tonight,” he said. “It’s all the time. I always keep you waiting for me, and I never show up when I say I will, but you wait for me anyways. You’re always there for me, and you say you don’t mind but I know you do,” he gave you a pointed look when you opened your mouth to object.

“Anyone would mind,” he continued, reaching his other hand up to hold your cheek. “I understand that. But you never leave,” he looked at you so intently, his gaze burning into you so deeply that you couldn’t help but lean closer to him as his thumb stroked your cheek. “And just- thank you. Thank you for always staying with me,” he was whispering now, and he started leaning closer to you too.

When you were sure he was done speaking, you only whispered a soft “I love you” before reaching up and kissing him. You felt him sigh against your lips, a happy, content sigh, and you began to smile into the kiss. He began to smile as well, but that didn’t stop the two of you. So you stood there, in the empty school hallway, embracing the love of your life.

You were happy, and you knew Peter was, too.

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So I guess that’s it?? It’s been a wild ride, my dudes, and thank you for all the support I have received because of this story. I hope everyone liked this final part. Peace out, and I’ll be back with more writing for you guys.

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Babe, I'm About To Prove It (Tom Holland!Peter Parker x reader) (slight smut)

Hey guys! This is my second imagine here on Tumblr. I hope you guys enjoy! Leave some suggestions and prompts in my inbox, I’d love to hear from you guys. This is slightly slightly slightly smutty so beware. Other than that, we’re good to go! - Xoxo K


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Warnings: Slight smut (PG-13)

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“Han Solo is so hot” you sigh not looking away from the screen.
You and Peter were watching the Star Wars movies (the original trilogy because the prequels, in my opinion, were awful) while you cuddled on the couch. You always had a thing for Han Solo and you thought nothing of your comment until Peter changed his tone completely.
“Oh yeah, well can Han Solo shoot webs? I don’t think so.” He retorts his grip slightly tighter around your waist.
“I thought you liked Han Solo?” You question turning to Peter. You stare at his lips for a couple seconds before turning your attention to his eyes that now hold some sort of… jealousy?
“I do, but… umm… uhhh” Peter stutters trying to find his words.
“Oh my god. Peter, you’re jealous” you say turning your body all the way around to face him.
“K-kinda” Peter mutters.
This makes you giggle and plant a kiss on Peters nose. “Don’t worry Pete, you’re the only man I love” you say sweetly. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You smirk slightly at Peter, getting an idea. “But… I can’t help but think about how good Han Solo would be in bed.” You felt Peter shift slightly. “Mmm” you sigh.
“Y/N,” Peter started threateningly. Not in a scary way, you know Peter would never hurt you. In fact, it kinda turned you on a little bit. Peter being so… dominant.
“Peter, I’m just messing with you” you joke, giggling. “Besides, I don’t think he, or any man for that matter, could do it better than you” you say with a wink, making Peter blush slightly. ‘God why did he have to be so irresistible?’ You thought to yourself. You quickly reach for the remote to turn off the TV and get off of the couch. You stand in front with him with your hand on your hip and he gives you a pout.
“What are you doing?” Peter asks. “I was enjoying our cuddles, they kept me warm” he exaggerates a shiver. You giggle quietly and roll your eyes playfully at his theatrical display. “C'mon, let’s go to my room.” You say walking to your bedroom door, swaying your hips as you walk. You stop in front of the door and spin on your heel to face the living room where Peter still sat. “Well…?” You say “are you coming Pete?” You say expectantly. Peter’s head snaps up to look at you with wide eyes, mouth opening and closing, not sure what to say. “Uhhhh… I-I… aren’t your parents home?” Peter sputters. “No.” You smirk. “Oh.” Peter says quietly. “Ohhhhh…” Peter says a smile soon taking over his features, but he still stays on the couch. You roll your eyes as you smile to yourself and strut back to where Peter sat. When you reach him, you reach down to pull him up by the collar of his shirt and crash his lips into yours. Quickly Peter becomes aware of your intentions and the kiss becomes very heated. Peter’s hands move down to your hips and your arms move from his shirt to his neck. He pulls his lips from yours only to mutter the words “jump”. You do as he says and he gives your bum a squeeze. Peter carries you to your room. As soon as he reaches your door he stops and looks into your eyes, fire burning within them. He leans in to whisper in your ear. “You think nobody could do it to you better than me?” Peter says seductively, sending warm tingles to your core. “Babe, I’m about to prove it.”

there’s a certain type of person that i can just… not be around i just cannot like i just… can’t do it and every time i meet one of them i want to verbally crush them into the ground and i Know people all grow at their own pace but they’re so fucking annoying and i’ve never been able to just say it to their face because i would feel bad and i don’t actually want to ruin someone’s day so all i can do is hope one day they become self aware jfdklsf

Character Analysis: Blue Diamond

I kept trying to make the juxtaposition post between Blue and Yellow Diamond work, but I really needed a foundation before I started comparing their characters. It was turning into a huge section for each character and less like certain aspects of them were being analysed. It never turned out acceptable enough to me, and I was taking longer and longer to write just one post. So I decided to break it down (again) into a character analysis post for each character, and I’ll be following up with their juxtaposition before talking about PD’s shattering.

I want to start with Blue Diamond first, if only because I’ve touched a little on Yellow Diamond before . Blue Diamond is a relatively new character in the show, in that her presence hadn’t been confirmed until Steven’s Dream. Before that, all we had to go on were the Ziggurat and Moon Base murals and Garnet’s story in The Answer.

BD is a very complex character. On the surface, she appears as a victim, a foil to the “harshness” of Yellow Diamond (more on her in the next post). She is a very visible and obvious embodiment of Homeworld’s humanity, that they too have been hurt by the war and the conflict that underlay it. At the same time, though, there is a feeling of guilt about her that reveals she wasn’t totally ignorant of the said conflict going on. Moreover, by her own words, she has not only been dwelling in grief, but also has been searching for answers.

Blue Diamond then, is not a helpless mourner in distress and under duress. She is a capable and intelligent ruler, trying—and failing—to put aside personal pain in order to continue ruling. And that makes her similar to Yellow Diamond in more ways than one. Like their civilisation, she is trying to heal but a focal point of her healing is finding out what really happened the day PD was shattered. The way she deals with her stress and sadness, as well as the way she interacts with the gems around her, reveals a lot about her character. Let’s get to that.

1. BD dances the line between power and helplessness

What is striking about BD is how she looks like the quintessential ruler, a cross between the archetypes of mother goddess and queen. She is altogether very regal and dignified. She speaks deliberately, slowly compared to some of the other dialogue on the show. Combined with her crisp diction, her words always feel weighty. One of my favourite instances is her reply to Yellow Diamond in the Trial. YD almost annoyed asks whether examining Blue’s palanquin is necessary and Blue quietly but firmly says, “Isn’t it?” In that line, it was as if the room collectively held its breath, and even YD paused for a moment.

Blue Diamond possesses all of the attributes that we would normally associate with a leader. Her presence, from her first appearance in The Answer, spoke of someone who literally stood above others. Even while crying or angry she manages to look elegant and composed. Like the classical leader, she is introduced not with her generals but her Sapphire, analogous to leading with wisdom rather than brute force.

This picture of BD reaffirms the concept of a Diamond. In What’s The Use of Feeling (Blue), Yellow Diamond reminds Blue how each gem has a role, and when she gets to BD, she says the needs to be a leader. This is a very telling line, because we begin to understand how the socio-political hierarchy is understood on Homeworld. It isn’t a lie told by the Diamonds to placate lower-ranking gems in society. They themselves fully believe in their role as rulers. They honestly feel that “every gem in her place” is the only way for their civilisation to function properly.

That “truth” becomes a huge limiter of the supposed power that comes from being the unquestioned ruler of an empire. The Diamonds can technically do anything, but they are situated in a particular context, embedded in particular social roles, like any other character in the story. In the rigid social structure of Homeworld, they are expected to lead. So they can do anything, in so much as they do as leaders do. This explains why YD had to drop everything and run after Blue in The Zoo and That Will Be All. Ideally, they can’t just do anything they want because they are fully aware of the huge waves the ripples of their actions will cause around them.

The operative word here “ideal.” One thing to note is that all these rules are enforced by a social structure. That means social roles and expectations do blur and how to act within this structure is largely informal. There probably aren’t written rules that say how far behind a Diamond one should walk, when exactly a Pearl should speak, or how much shoulder-punching is too much shoulder-punching among soldiers.

Much like ours, their society is governed by these informal rules as much as the formal written laws. The Diamonds may have a formal set of responsibilities, but so many other social factors intervene in the way they are perceived. Things like power, class, and even height difference factor into how they are perceived by other gems. This means that a structure in which everyone is supposed to have a place, may not be as easily enforced, especially as gems go higher up the social ladder. Discipline, particularly at the Diamond-level is largely self-enforced.

So it doesn’t mean they don’t break these unspoken rules—we’ve seen them arbitrarily use their power when they’re upset or stressed. It so happens though, that in the show so far, all we’ve seen them feeling is indeed upset and stressed.

The idea that Blue is a powerful, at times unquestioned leader, is countered by how crippled and paralysed she feels in the face of Pink Diamond’s shattering. Blue has so much to offer gem-kind, not only as their leader, but also, as Peridot pointed out in Message Received, someone with abilities that surpass those of any other gem.

Yet she is unable to fulfil her role. In her most vulnerable, while she’s on Earth, she entrusted her safety to only her Pearl. For emphasis, Blue touched down on a Homeworld-hostile planet with no guards, and no Sapphires. The only gem with her was her Pearl. Given my old theory on PD’s shattering, and even the theories floating around now, that whoever shattered PD would’ve had to be close to her, it shows how exposed she is right now.

Blue is a force, but she’s also presented as a character who is flowy, flexible, rounded, and very sad. Were she the same size as the average gem, she would appear weak, not a fighter, and unable to defend herself.

BD seems very much like the archetypal leader, the only Diamond we’ve seen hold court and carry with her the formalities traditionally associated with leaders. But she’s also immobilised by grief. There is a paradox in her looking so willowy and bendable but deeply emphatic and firm about her beliefs, in this case, her search for answers.

In Blue we have a character seemingly transparent, showing everyone her tears and her breakdowns, but at the same time so opaque, as she makes decisions behind closed doors (or closed palanquin, as in The Answer) and has been searching for answers with a resolve YD didn’t even know about.

2. Leadership style

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he know’s spider-man

A/N: this is an imagine i originally posted on my wattpad account but i’m just going to stick with tumblr and post all my imagine’s here (also i’m the queen of bad titles okay bye)

summary: Ned blurts out in gym class that Peter knows Spider-Man when he hears you talk about how much the guy in red and blue fascinates you.

pairing peter parker x reader

request prompts from this list 


As you sat on the bleachers talking to your friends about nothing in particular New York’s finest hero suddenly came up in one of your conversations and you couldn’t hold back the smile that crept its way onto your lips whenever someone brought him up.

“It’s just Spider-Man” you mumbled putting your head in your hand as you smiled dreamily thinking about the man in red and blue “oh my gosh she’s crushing on spider man” one of your friends chuckled earning light smack on the back of her head from you “ow” she mumbled rubbing the spot where you had hit her, you only smiled satisfied as you continued writing your notes for the upcoming math test you had later this week.

“You seriously like Spider-Man?” Liz asked you plopping down next to you as she shooed the girl that had previously been sitting there away “I can’t like him! I don’t even know what he looks like I just find him fascinating that’s all” you frowned trying your best to avoid the topic.

Peter’s eyes opened wide as he heard the words that came out of your mouth you had a crush on Spider-Man? He thought, feeling his stomach fill with butterflies as he stared so helplessly at the girl he had been in love with for the past two years. He was certain you didn’t know who he was since you were popular and he, well he was not.

He liked to keep to himself and the only friend he had was Ned who was just as much of a nerd as him, Ned knew about Peter’s massive crush on you since it was fairly obvious, Peter would constantly stare at you and rant about how cute you were so Ned took this as his chance to get you to notice him “Peter knows Spider-Man” he suddenly yelled and everything went quite.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at Peter, including you. It was like time had stopped and everyone just stared at him in shock, Peter was mortified as he looked at Ned with a death stare he absolutely hated being the center of attention. He then turned his head and as his eyes met yours, he felt his cheeks turn Scarlet as you smiled in his direction.

As soon as gym was over he stood up and hurried into the changing rooms to get back into his normal clothes which consisted of a white t-shirt, grey jacket and blue jeans. Ned followed after him and waited for him as he changed clothes.

“Why the hell would you do that Ned!?” Peter scolded his best friend whilst he pulled the white t-shirt over his head “because Y/N was talking about how much she likes Spider-Man and well I just wanted her to notice you since it’s no secret that you like her” Ned said shrugging his shoulders as he took a bite out of the chocolate bar that had been in his pocket for the last three weeks.

“I can’t believe you everyone looked at me like a was a complete freak” Peter groaned sitting down next to Ned “and Y/N she stared as well” Peter said, she was truly the only reason he felt so embarrassed about the entire ordeal “what do you mean she smiled at you! she noticed you” Ned said putting his arm around Peter’s shoulders as he took another bite of his chocolate “isn’t that like two weeks old?” Peter asked scrunching his face up in disgust “nope three weeks” Ned respondes swallowing the rest of it and throwing the plastic that had been wrapped around it into the trash.

“Much better” Peter said sarcastically as they both walked down the school hallways to their next class, which was history a class you were also in and he couldn’t help the nerves filling his stomach as he sat in the back of the classroom like usual waiting anxiously for you to walk into the room. You eventually did and did something Peter did not expect.

When your eyes met Peter’s you smiled and waved at him his eyes widening as he started looking around the room to see if you were waving at him or someone else.

You giggled at this and walked to the back of the classroom and plopped down in the seat next to him, you had never seen anyone as shocked as he was in that moment “hi I’m Y/N” you smiled towards him and offered him your hand to shake “I-I uh hi I’m uh Parker” his eyes widened “Peter Parker sorry” he chucked awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

You found it adorable how he stumbled over his words and blushed every time you spoke to him or looked at him, you couldn’t deny the fact he was pretty fucking cute. His sharp jaw, his lips and adorable brown eyes.

You had always noticed Peter in every single one of your classes you actually envied him a lot because of how smart he was but there was just something about him that drew you to him so you found yourself starting to take in every detail about him.

How he would stick his tongue out ever so slightly when he was concentrating and how he would anxiously bite his nails every time the teacher said that he was picking one person to come up to the board and solve what they had been doing.

Your staring didn’t go unnoticed by Peter and he stared growing more and more nervous every time you looked his way, was there something wrong with the way he dressed did he have something on his face? Those were the only things he could think about.

He had never been so grateful to hear the unpleasant noise of the bell signaling that class was over, he quickly gathered his books and made his way out of the classroom as quickly as he possibly could “Peter!” you called after him but he pretended not to hear you as he continued walking down the hallway and towards the exit.

You were a little hurt by this but decided to just forget about it and go home. You walked towards your locker and shoved all of your stuff in there slamming it shut and walking out of school.

It usually took you about 20-25 minutes to walk home but you remembered that there was a much shorter way you could go that would only take you 10 minutes but you had to go through a dark alleyway that always creeped you out and was the only reason you didn’t go the short cut, but you thought nothing of it today as the sun was shining and you were feeling brave.

But that all changed when you were about mid way through the alley “look at what we have here” you heard a mans voice slur obviously meaning that he was extremely drunk.

You started walking faster clutching your backpack tightly, slowly letting out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding in. The man quickly caught up to you and grabbed your shoulder and threw you to the ground and straight into a puddle completely drenching you.

“Please don't” you cried the man only kicking you in response “shut up you bi-” the man was cut off by someone kicking him to the ground that person being none other than Spider-Man himself.

“Y/N are you okay!?” Spider-Man asked pulling you up to your feet, you were shocked how does Spider-Man know my name? You thought “ho-how do you know my name” you finally managed to get out “oh i-uh i just you know” you heard him begin to ramble and you immediately realized who your savior was.

“Peter?” you asked slowly pulling the mask off of his head, he didn’t try to stop you and as soon as you saw the all to familiar face of Peter Parker you smiled and connected your lips to his as a thank you. He was shocked but reacted quickly by wrapping his arms around your waist.

When you pulled away his cheeks were as red as they could possibly be “please don’t tell anyone” was the first thing he said and you nodded mumbling a ‘I would never’ him only nodding before pulling the mask back over his head right before disappearing out of sight.


“She kissed you!?” the voice of Ned ran through out the entire house, Peter didn’t say anything instead he just smiled the most happiest smile he had smiled since uncle Ben died. He felt as happy as he could ever be and it was like nothing could bring him down in that moment.

“Yes she did it was amazing” Peter gushed feeling his cheeks turn a deep shade of red at the thought of your lips pressed against his.

“See being Spider-Man has it’s pros” Ned said pausing the movie that had been quietly playing in the background that the boys had stopped watching a while ago “but it also has its cons like risking my life every single day!” Peter said raising an eyebrow at Ned “whatever dude you kissed Y/N one of the most attractive girls at school”

Peter couldn’t argue with Ned anymore so he just nodded feeling as lucky as ever that a girl like Y/N had kissed him, she was way out of his league and he was sure everyone knew that but in that moment it didn’t matter the only thing that mattered was that she kissed him.

Y/N kissed him.

married part two- h.s imagine

you can read part one here


Harry managed to escape all his friends and family trying to congratulate him. He smiled at one of his guests as he made his way out onto the patio where the reception was being held. With everything going inside, the garden was bare of any guests. Harry let out a chuckle as his eyes instantly landed on his best friend. You were sitting on a bench, staring out into the sky, a glass of wine in your hands. Harry sat next to you, his shoulder softly nudging yours. “Found you.”

You let out a small smile, “Found me.”

Harry let out a sigh as he placed out his arms on the bench. “I can’t believe I’m married, Y/N.” You let out a nod as you looked into your wine glass. Harry chuckled, “Let me tell you, I was so nervous giving my vows but when I glanced over at you, you were crying a bloody mess so they must’ve been good.”

You rolled your eyes at the irony and shrugged your shoulders as you looked at Harry. “They were beautiful, Harry. Any girl would be lucky to hear those words from you.” Harry smiled as he turned to look at the church building behind him, “Lucky for Kimberly, she’s the only one I’ll say those words to.”

“Harry’s coming back from his honeymoon today.” Niall said, interrupting you from your thoughts.

You nodded your head as you picked at the plate of food in front of you. The two of you decided to meet for lunch today. Well, Niall dragged you out to lunch today. Since the wedding, he’s made sure to check up on one of his closest friends (You’ll always be grateful for Niall’s friendship). While he was happy for Harry, he only wished Harry could be as happy as he was with you instead of Kimberly.

“Have you talked to him? Since the wedding?” Niall asked, taking a bite of his own food. You shook your head no. “He’s called a couple of times but I couldn’t bring myself to pick up the phone.”

Niall nodded his head understandingly, feeling nothing but sympathy for his friend. He reached over and placed his hand on top of yours gently. “It’ll get easier, Y/N.”


You opened the door of your apartment. Your eyes instantly went wide, “Harry.” Harry’s arms were crossed, his eyebrow raised at you. “Oh so you are alive.” He remarked as he made your way into your apartment. You closed your eyes as Harry continued, “Cause you know. You never replied to my texts or calls.”

You chuckled as you walked into the kitchen, beginning to pour one of Harry’s favorite wine for the both of you. “Wanted you to enjoy your honeymoon, that’s all.” Harry shook his head, pulling out his phone and making his way over to you. “Nonsense. You know I love hearing from you.” He placed his phone in front of you, “Take a look at all the pictures I took.”

You took a sip before you grabbed his phone. As you scrolled through the beautiful pictures Harry took from traveling around Europe, you landed on a picture of Harry and Kimberly kissing while the camera was facing them. You cleared your throat as you handed Harry his phone back, “Looks like you guys had fun.”

Harry nodded his head excitedly, “It was amazing, Y/N. Whenever you get married, you should definitely do the same thing.”

You let out a scoff mixed in with a laugh as you sat down on the couch. “I’m not planning on getting married any time soon.”

Harry placed himself on the spot directly next to yours. “Why not?”

You shrugged your shoulders as you stared at the wall. “My heart is a little sensitive at the moment.”

Harry sat a little straighter, “Are you seeing anyone?” You were about to answer before Harry interrupted, “Is it Niall?”

“No-”

“Don’t think I didn’t notice how close you guys were at the wedding.”

“We’re-”

“That would be so cool if you guys were to get married someday. Do you think Niall would ask me to be the best man?”

“Harry!” You yelled, hitting his chest. Harry smiled. “Sorry, love. I got a bit excited.”

You let out a chuckle, “Niall and I aren’t dating. He was just keeping me company.” Harry let out a little pout, “That’s a shame. I reckon you and him would be perfect together.”

Your eyes shifted to the floor, “I don’t think so.” I thought you and me would be perfect together.

Harry patted his hands against his thighs, “Well, I didn’t come here just to scowl at you for not answering my calls.” Harry gave you a pointed look. “Kimberly and I wanted to take you out to dinner tonight.”

You raised your eyebrow, “Kimberly wants me at dinner?” You never got the best vibe from Kimberly but you could never tell Harry that. It would break his heart knowing his best friend didn’t approve of someone he was potentially going to spend the rest of his life with. So, you bit your tongue and said Kimberly was great.

“Of course she does. She loves you,” Harry said. You settled more into the couch. “I don’t know, Harry.”

“Come on, Y/N! I want to proper catch up with you.” Harry whined as he grabbed your hands. You sighed as a smile fought its way onto your face. “Fine.”


To say dinner was awkward was an understatement. You were trying to enjoy Harry’s stories about traveling to all the different cities him and Kimberly went to on the honeymoon, but you felt as though Kimberly was throwing daggers at you. You felt like everything you said, Kimberly would throw some sly remark. You mentioned how you wish you saw the Eiffel Tower in real life, she would say how much fun her and Harry had. You asked Harry if he had a chance to check out the restaurant in Barcelona you guys saw on food network, she said her and Harry had an amazing time at the restaurant. It seemed like she made sure you knew they were together.

“I’m going to use the loo really quickly,” Harry excused himself. You mentally cursed him out in your head. You cleared your throat as you looked at Kimberly, “So. What city was your favorite on the honeymoon?”

Kimberly cleared her throat and pushed her plate away from her. “Y/N. I don’t want to come off as mean or cruel.”

You raised your eyebrow at her, beckoning for her to go on.

“I know that you have feelings for Harry.” She raised her hand in front of you. “This ring means that all the girls he knew, all the girls he encountered, he chose me. That means he chose me over you.”


IM SO SORRY I MADE YOU GUYS WAIT SO LONG FOR A PART TWO. ive had the biggest brain fart. this story took so many attempts and i pictured it going in so many directions. i’m not really proud with how this turned out. i can promise you though there’ll be a part 3 cause this is going to be a mini series! maybe. if you guys liked this lol let me know what you guys think!

btw those messages doesn’t even show you how much requests i got to write a part 2!

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