if i break out with spots now

Why is this short film important?

Whaddup. I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time now and it’s finally here.

I wanted to make this post more serious and analytical so here it is. I’m Cloud and this is why the short film “In a Heartbeat” by Beth David and Esteban Bravo is a masterpiece and why you should care.

This short film that was released today has been through kickstarter and I know that kickstarter projects are well… Unreliable. So I was really scared for the success of this project considering that I’ve seen many other kickstarter projects have popped out sloppy, horrible, and downright awful. Yeah, talk about a waste of dough. But I’m happy to say that this wasn’t one of those fails. The creators of this short film were very determined and weren’t going to give up on this.

This short film has something we like to call good representation. Needless to say spoiler warning so I’m gonna get right into the story. The short film takes place through the eyes of Sherwin a closeted schoolboy. Who has a classic crush on another schoolboy. Enter love interest Jonathan. Just from the concept art it was established that Sherwin was head over heels for Jonathan.

That is something a lot of kids experience, crushes but not all kids have the challenge of being outed to a world and society where they could be ridiculed and possibly slaughtered for their feelings. And I know that sounds scary but it’s true some kids are just in dangerous unaccepting environments, so it’s easy to see themselves in Sherwin.

Sherwin isn’t the best at expressing his feelings and nor does he really want to because he’s closeted. But that’s not healthy at a young age to try to hide your feelings when they’re so deep. So his love is personified into this very adorable heart. This heart is Sherwin’s desire to be with who he wants even if it’s another guy and nothing’s stopping it except Sherwin. This carries the message that love is love even if it’s not from a man to a woman and vice versa.

So through the short film this heart is just going out there to be with Jonathan and Sherwin is struggling to hold it back. Suppress his feelings should I say. And it reaches this point where the cartoon heart is showing it’s affections in public in front of the school. The homophobic surroundings are then very real and puts both Sherwin and Jonathan on the spot. And this scene at 2:18 is the breaking point (pun not intended). Just this shot is showing how the two characters have this pure bond but yet everyone else sees it as a disgusting display. Now everyone can see it Sherwin isn’t in the closet anymore and put himself out there. So now that he’s out and exposed for what happens his heart breaks. Literally.

And the doors close on Jonathan with a piece of the broken heart now aware of Sherwin’s sexuality and feelings. So basically Sherwin symbolically came out to him but shrunk and ran away with his romantic feelings in shambles. And media wise that’s usually the end of it for queer characters. Nothing. No love, no affection, just a broken spirit. We see him outside the school with his broken heart.

But then Jonathan comes and fixes the broken heart. Returning his feelings and showing support and acceptance by sitting next to him with the repaired heart. And in the end both of their hearts come together. So finally the gay characters get a happy ending after years of bury your gays and homophobia. There’s happily ever after.

This film shows the struggles of real people and there’s no dialogue either so literally anyone can enjoy this without any language barriers or translation errors. That’s what makes good representation showing the struggles and themes that a group of people experience and even flipping the script and giving them a good ending.

I apologize for spelling and possibly grammatical errors but I wanted to get this out soon. Thanks for reading.

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The night starts with a big, spicy Philly cheese steak. It’s about 6pm. I’ve been wanting to try the cheese steak from this corny, 50’s retro place for a long time. I gobble down the big greasy bowl of meat, hot sauce, and cheese, then head to the coffee shop for my weekly draw group. A little after I get home, about 10pm, a stomach ache comes on. “Damn, guess spicy foods are out.” I’ve been getting stomach aches every time I have spicy Thai or hot wings. I google search about spice pain- possible stomach ulcer? “I guess I have been stressed lately, but no more than usual I don’t think…” File under “Will investigate further later.“ According to the comments on this health website, a glass of milk will help. Gulp one down, go to bed.

Wrestle to sleep for about an hour. Realize the ache is just over the required pain threshold to keep you from sleeping. Do some work on my comic, more tired, but stomach worse. Will play batman until I fall asleep. I feel like I’m just running in circles… How many times have I failed this mission? Batman, batman, stomach now hurts too bad to enjoy an active task like video games. Deliriously tired. Would be great to sleep through the rest of this abdominal temper tantrum. Try the old “hot shower will make you sleep” trick. Take some Pepto-Bismol, and some generic acetaminophen. Out of the shower, hurts to walk around now, and to lie down. Guess I’ll have to wait it out with my eyes open. Call and leave my Doc a message, maybe will get a spot in there tomorrow. Need to get that ulcer discovered… Time to enjoy a passive task like watching TV. Breaking Bad feels like the right mixture of funny and painful, just like me and my burning spice belly. Damn, I can’t even enjoy that part where during Hank’s interrogation of that meth head, Wendy, she accuses Hank of trying to buy sexual services from her on behalf of an underage “football player” (a misunderstanding involving Walter Jr. from a few episodes before). Oh hell. Time to look up what time emergency medical clinics open. Guess I’ll have to pay out of pocket since I can’t wait for my Doc tomorrow.  It’s about 4am now. Earliest clinic opens at 8. Now hungry again, but can’t eat what with all the pain. One hour down. Man, this is really starting to hurt. Can I really wait 3 more hours? Sitting is starting to hurt as much as lying and standing. And I’m still not enjoying TV. Okay, I’ve come to a decision…. 

“Hey, Kayla, my stomach still hurts, I’m thinking about driving to the ER, do you wanna come?” “Oh! Ya, sure. What time is it?” “It’s 5:30”. I  call the hospital “Hey, I’ve had a pretty bad stomach ache all night, I’m thinking of coming by.” Operator: *long pause* “Haha, well, okay! We’re open all night, so just come on in.” 

Driving with a stomach ache is not so bad, because you’re already hunched over. Wish Kayla could drive, but she doesn’t really know how, probably would have a panic attack and would definitely crash. Interesting that they have ER parking, I wonder how many ER patients drive themselves here… All bodily positions hurt my insides now, signing in to this place sucks. Give Kayla half the paperwork to fill out, glad she’s here, or this would be really boring. Man, they sure take a long time for someone trying to get into an empty emergency room… Signing in with a nurse, she ask me my height and I say “ ‘5’’8”, but I notice she puts down “ ‘5’’7”… They want to look at my pee, they always want to see my pee. I pee, no blood, so whatever that tells them means I’m getting an ultrasound first. Then a young nurse named Ken, a cool Asian dude with screws through both ears, squirts so much morphine into my IV that I lean back and audibly say “oh my god.” I feel it ripple like a shock wave from my arm down to the ends of my body. My belly is feeling alright now. 

The ultrasound technician tells me that babies are the least common thing she uses ultrasounds for. My joke has fallen flat. Back in the room, the doctor and his manila folder tell me “Good news! No gallstones, there are kidney stones inside your kidneys, but since they are inside, you shouldn’t be feeling the pain from those.” “Wait, does that mean I have to pee those stones out at some poin–” It is not discussed again. Seeing that neither organ has the appropriate stones, Doc would “rather not expose me to more radiation than necessary” and is working on discharging me. But, “I won’t leave here without a diagnosis.” 

In I go to the CT scan tube. That hot squish of contrast dye spreading through my veins. “Okay, we’re moving you into a room upstairs.” Says a hippy technician. Upstairs in my sweet and swanky single with couch, a person I’m pretty sure is just a businessman disguised in medical scrubs types on a computer. He takes down my answers to what seem like pre-surgery questions. “Do you have anybody specific on file in the event you are medically unable to yield consent  for yourself?” This, combined fact that they won’t feed me, makes me wonder what it is I’m going into surgery for. I saw this same thing about a year and a half ago with the whole brain debacle, but that’s a story for another time. Several medical people dip in, sprinkle breadcrumbs of information; it’s like a game show challenge that combines a scavenger hunt with a jigsaw puzzle. You have to gather the pieces of information from their hiding places, then assemble them in the correct order to reveal an answer. A tech comes in and spoils the game, “You seem to have a lot of questions, so I just want to make sure, you know you have appendicitis right? We’re about to take it out.” “Thank god,” I think. “It’s not the spicy foods. Spicy foods are still in.” Downstairs, in pre-op, I complain to my plain-clothes surgeon about how analog tests like pressing on my stomach are remarkably inaccurate, since a doctor’s subjective interpretation of my poor description of say, “the pain is slightly higher” can rule out appendicitis, the same appendicitis that a machine might spot an hour later. I tell him that I almost got sent home. My surgeon tells me he’s been doing analogue tests for 30 years, and not to worry about it. I start to tell him how “my deadpan reaction to pain also causes a lot of people to misdiagnose me, that a lot of people laugh when I describe how I’m in pai–”, but he walks away in the middle to get dressed for surgery. The operating room has big TVs and lights, it looks like a set, and I consider the possibility of fake hospitals as the anesthesia takes the wheel.

In the recovery area, the nurse tells me how big, inflamed appendixes can be agitated by spicy foods, foods high in fat, and dense foods like heavy cheese. I see an image of a spotlit cheese steak appear in a black void. Nurse feeds me ice chips and tells me she craves ice chips when she’s dehydrated. I suggest that she only craves ice chips because she works in a hospital, that ice chips are too unsatisfying a thing to crave at random, and that most people would just crave water. She agrees. Back upstairs in my room, it is now 8pm, and it has been 26 hours since I’ve eaten. I’ve been hydrated only through IV’s. The driest mouth and the clearest pee. Because the lingering anesthetic can cause nausea and vomiting, they will only give me jello. I go nuts on the jello. They continue to give me every jello I ask for, one at a time, like a test. Way past where I though the cutoff point would be, the nurse tells me “That’s it! There’s no more jello! You ate all the jello on this floor.” You’re damn right I did, you’re damn right….

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"Here's a hint: I'm not telling you" or "Alright im gonna go cry" (or combined bc that has comedic potential) with Steve-O ❤❤❤

 prompt: also asked by anon:  “Alright, I’m gonna go cry” w/ Steve

pairing: steve harrington x reader

rated: t for teen

warnings: cursing here and there

word count: 2647

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Winter time. Winter brought three–no, four good things: holiday season, new years celebration, cold weather, and, of course, your and Steve’s anniversary.

It had only been a year (god, it felt so much longer), since the two of you had begun as an actual thing; since you had become a real couple. The start had been…confusing at first, but after the first date, things had gone smoothly for you both.

As you baked his favorite type of cake from scratch, stirring the mix together as you dropped blue  and red food coloring into the bowl, you reminisced on how you’d both gotten to the point that you were at, now–with him driving down from his university an hour away to visit you.

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work for it | reggie mantle (riverdale)

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it was just another pep rally for the river vixens but for cheryl blossom it meant that there was another opportunity to be in the spotlight, being the captain and all.

you smile over to your red headed best friend, she was nervous like always. her parents had attended every single bulldog/vixen event but after jason’s death they had stopped because the memories flooded back each time they sat in those bleachers.

tonight was different though, tonight both blossom parents were here to support the teenage girl, so we had practice every damn day for at least a few hours. 

we had to make this rally perfect so cheryl could show her parents what they’ve been missing.

“you know this routine inside and out cheryl, you could do it in your sleep” you reassure her placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“thank you” she smiles softly at you “what are best friends for?” you giggle bumping her hip with your own as you apply your last coat of mascara to your eyelashes.

it was our fifth and final period and cheryl had ordered an emergency practice which resulted us being forced out to practice on the field with the jocks because the gym was being occupied by freshman gym class.

“5 minute break” cheryl yells allowing us to rest and hydrate.

you wonder over to the drinks table pouring yourself a cup a icy water from the cooler they leave there for the jocks.

“drinking our water i see?” you jump at the sudden voice almost covering yourself in water “god you scared me” you mumble wiping your mouth of the fallen liquid.

it was the one and only reggie mantle, it was common knowledge to all the kids at riverdale high that the raven haired jock had a thing for you. you flirted back and fourth tension building between the two of you.

he’d asked you out multiple times as well as half the other guys on the team but you refused to date anyone of them. the girls on your squad were puzzled at your decision to turn down only the best of riverdale high but you just shrugged it off.

you didn’t want to fall into the stereo type of an ‘easy’ cheerleader.

its not that you weren’t attracted to him because god, you were. he was tall, strong one of the best bodies in your year but he was more than that. you were the only one who’d seen past his bad boy jock facade.

he had everybody fooled, except you.

“can’t a hard working vixen get herself some cold water?”

he smirks “depends” he steps closer continuing to flirt

“will this working hard-gorgeous vixen want to go on a date with this beautiful specimen of a bulldog”

you roll your eyes placing the cup back down on the table

“you know what I’m actually not that thirsty” you turn and walk back toward your squad, swinging your hips as you know his eyes are watching your every agonising move.

“your going to have to try harder than that reg” you yell to the boy

he bites his clenched fist before jogging over to his jock friends.

you begin to stretch when cheryl approach you a smirk evident on her face. you grab her shoulder to stabilise yourself as you tuck one foot up.

“what are you doing?” she questions you, looking you up and down then behind you were you know reggie is staring based on the voice of coach clayton yelling at the poor boy.

“mantle! ball. over here” you giggle turning and giving the small boy a wave

“gosh (y/n) why don’t you just say yes!” the captain fumes at you.

“because its reggie cheryl” you muse taking a break from the stretching.

she huffs crossing her arms over her chest.

“oh c’mon you don’t seriously think i should go out with him? you hate reggie and me dating jocks remember what happened last time?”

she ignores you staring off behind you

“god what are you looking out” you turn spotting a familiar red head looking your way.

you smile and wave at your long time friend before turning and facing your best friend.”

“oh. my. god.” you squeal bouncing on your feet

“what now?” she snaps

you grin widely “you have a thing for andrews gah this is golden!!”

her eyes widen and she shakes her head “no i don’t!” she defends 

you laugh clapping your hands together

“it doesn’t matter his into you- they’re all freaking into you”

your features soften “cheryl archie is NOT into me” 

“I’m serious its completely platonic- wait what does this have to do with me and mantle?” you question dipping down to touch your toes.

“well if you start seeing the bimbo jock-” you interrupt her “don’t call him that”

she sighs “anyways if you start seeing each other than you my dear friend can put in a good word with efron- and then we can have double dates at pop’s!”

“god you didn’t just refer to archie as zac efron” you giggle

she narrows her eyes causing you to shoot your hands up “fine fine ill put in a good word to archiekins, i don’t need reggie for that”.

you bend down again touching your toes when you hear whistles and a huge thud.

you both turn quickly glancing as reggie is sprawled out onto the floor clutching his head as he rips off his helmet. before you know it your legs are carrying you over to the injured boy dropping to your knees as you approach him

“reg oh my god are you okay what happened?!” you bout running your hands over his face worry covering your expression like a blanket.

he winces trying to stand up only to stumble down, you stand quickly trying to bare all his weight. “arch” you mumble begging for the bulldog to help you out.

he swoops over holding the boy up, “what happened?!” you exclaim glancing at his team mates they all go quite holding in laughter “what?!” you ask confessed looking to your friend and the injured raven haired jock.

arch sighs laughing before answering “someone was having a good look at your ass and moose clocked him because someone didn’t have his head in the game”

you laugh covering your mouth as your cheeks heat up “hey i wasn’t-” he tries to defend himself leaning against his team mate.

“oh im sure you weren’t” you tease poking his chest

“practice is over mantle your on the beach tonight” he throws his hands in the air in frustration pulling away from the support of his red headed best friend

“c'mon coach-” coach clayton tucks his clipboard under his arm pointing a finger at the raven headed captain “i can’t afford you trying to show off to your girl- rest up”

your eyes fall to the ground blushing as Reggies attempts to cover up what his coach just said

a laugh spills from your mouth but your hands dart up to stop anymore from being realised. he glances at you with pleading eyes his rosy cheeks evident on his tan skin.

“(y/n)!” you turn to see your best friend yelling your name “i gotta get back to practice to you need help getting him to the bench?”

archie shakes his head adjusting his grip on the sulking boy “nah we’re good, go back to cheryl before she bursts a vessel”

you give the two boys a two finger salute before winking and rushing back over to your hot headed cheer captain

“jeez cap don’t get your knickers in a knot” you complain throwing your hair up into a pony tail.

she huffs turning and clapping to get the vixens attention “lets go bitches formation!” she yells

you roll your eyes getting into position catching the boys staring as we start our routine. “be right back” you mumble to the red head before jogging over to the pair on the first row of the bleachers

“yes” you smile catching reggies attention, the ice pack of his head slipping as he moves his hand away. they share a confused glance before looking back at the dumb smile on your face.

“wait what?” the raven haired boy chuckles nervously “ill come with you- on a date. pop’s. tonight” you speak with confidence twirling your hair.

a smile grows on his lips “really?” you dip down to reach his eye level “as long as ginger god comes too, for my ginger goddess” you point to the anger cheerleader standing with her vixens

“deal?” you question smile lazily placing your hand on his thigh

he looks to archie and he shrugs “im in” you give your friend a fist pump before looking back to the shy boy “deal” he finally speaks smiling up at me.

“what made you change your mind?” he asks nervously

you bite your lip backing away “i told you mantle, you had to work for it”

his smugness overwhelms his features archie elbow him in giddiness as he watches his friend flirt with the girl of his jock dreams

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Douis v. Elounor: 

So here’s a visual look at the the end of Douis/beginning of Elounor timeline. I wanted to emphasize the absurdity of Eleanor supposedly reconnecting with Louis in the days after Jay’s death juxtaposed with Danielle’s birthday picture tweet and Christmas Day in his family’s snapchat stories. 

The almost violently abrupt end of Douis is really funny laid out here. They went from “happy birthday my love” and Christmas with family to Danielle moving out of the house 2 weeks later. 

And in the middle of all this, Eleanor and Louis are supposedly rekindling their romance!

Note, especially, the sharp line between the 19th and 20th of January. Just a day between romantic narratives in the fandom eye. And it’s just a mere 3 weeks between his last girlfriend moving out of his house and him being spotted with Eleanor in LA. 

Miraculous. Applause-worthy. That this guy, so deep in grief that he’s now supposedly having impulse and mental health issues, would decide to dump a long-term girlfriend to get with an ex-girlfriend and immediately jet off to Jamaica with her. And when I say immediately, I mean, it was just 5 weeks “BYE BYE DANIELLE” and “WHO IS ELEANOR CALDER” in the Sun. 

And yet, this isn’t the first time they’ve done this. In July 2011, Hannah announced the break-up with Louis on Twitter on the 24th of July and by the 30th of July, Eleanor’s cousin was implying Louis was Facetiming her. And just 3 short weeks after that, Eleanor tried to claim she and Louis were holding hands at V Fest. 

So, once again, Elounor lacks all logic and (to be honest, lacks common decency if this was a real scenario). 

It’s been 6 long ass years and Louis still has to be appear rabidly heterosexual in the public eye, to the point of absurdity. 

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Alec hadn’t been looking for it when he got to Idris. In fact, he hadn’t been focused on anything except for the fact that his parabatai was somehow alive after he went through the excruciating pain of feeling their bond disappear. But then he saw the corner of it peeking out from beneath Valentine’s still body, and somehow he knew exactly what it was.

Magnus’ spell book.

There had been a multitude of times where he walked through the door of the loft to see Magnus staring at the space on the wall that used to hold it, and every time it strengthened Alec’s determination to find it. It was like a vital piece of Magnus was missing, and it couldn’t be returned until that spell book was back in his hands. There was no hesitation as Alec pulled the item free, tucking it into his jacket. That night, with the sounds of celebration from Hunter’s Moon fading and Magnus’ arm wrapped around him, Alec couldn’t wait any longer.

“I’ve got something for you,” he said, stopping and turning toward Magnus. His boyfriend looked up at him with bright eyes, and he felt as though there was sunshine radiating from within him. They weren’t completely okay yet, but they would be. Alec was sure of that.

“I am experiencing some déjà vu right now. Is it another omamori, because I can assure you that I’m already feeling extremely lucky,” Magnus said, his smooth voice wrapping around Alec like a warm blanket. He placed his hand on Alec’s chest and Alec couldn’t resist, leaning in to capture Magnus’ lips and kissing him softly. He had gone without it for too long, and he was tired of holding back.

“It’s something much more important,” Alec said when he pulled away, their faces still close together. A small grin curled on his lips as he pulled the spell book out of his jacket, taking one of Magnus’ hands and pressing it into his grip.

The second Magnus’ fingers made contact with the book his eyes widened, and he took a step back, his head snapping down to look at what he was holding. He was silent for a moment as realization sunk in, and then a world-stopping smile spread across his face. He looked up at Alec, his eyes swimming with unshed tears, and reached up to place the palm of his hand on Alec’s cheek.

“You continue to surprise me,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. Alec let out a small, breathless laugh, and pulled Magnus in, hugging him tightly.

“Definitely feeling that déjà vu now,” he whispered, and Magnus leaned back, pressing his lips to Alec’s forehead for just a moment before speaking again.

“I love you,” Magnus said, his voice quiet but full of so much affection that Alec was sure he was going to melt on the spot. There had been no breaks, no semblance of peace for weeks, but in that moment, he was sure that nothing could tear them apart ever again. No matter what was thrown at them, they would come out stronger on the other side.

They always found their way back to each other.

“I love you, too,” he answered simply, and when they stepped back through the door of the loft that night, Magnus didn’t spare that one spot on the wall a single glance.

Black Butterflies - 3

Here it is, much awaited part 3. Don’t forget to give me feedback. Plus re-blog and recommend others my blog if you liked it so far :) And the base of flashback has been borrowed from @secret-rendezvous1d I did some editing here and there. Thanks to her !

*Minor SMUT WARNING*

Part - 1

Part - 2

Word count :: 2507


Harry thew his head back in pleasure as he rolled his hips against Kristine. They still were at Disneyland with kids and didn’t get time to catch up with each other. So after putting his kids to bed, he started it all by kissing her. His lips trailing kisses down her neck, leaving purple marks on her neck. 

‘fuck Harry do something.” Kristine whimpered beneath her. Her chest rising with every breath she took pressing it against his. His silver chain hanging from his neck as he hovered her and slowly pushed himself inside her. Her wetness making it easy for harry to slide his thick shaft inside her in a one swift motion.  Her hands coming in contact with his muscular back as she dragged her nails along it.

The next hour was spent making love fucking.

Harry rolled off her after reaching his heights and laid beside her. She smiled and rested her head on his chest. 

He didn’t felt right. The feeling was foreign for him. She felt unfamiliar. Soon her soft snores filled the room. and Harry found himself awake in bed staring blankly at the ceiling. His mind was going crazy with a chaos of thoughts. Why was he feeling like this? He himself din’t know. The feeling was making him sick making him questioning himself what was going on.

He started question, did he actually loved Kristine or was it just a illusion. Shaking his head, brushing the thoughts away he pulled her sleeping figure close to his chest.

“Of course I love her” he mumbled and closed his eyes.


You hissed to self as blood gushed out of your finger that you cut while chopping the veggies. You opened the tap and put it under the cool running water. The cool sensation giving relief to you as you padded to the front door to open it where Anne stood carrying a bag with her.

“Elo darling” She said cheerfully pulling you in a tight hug. Her warm affection warming your cold body up. You smiled at her cheerful spirit before pulling away.

“Come inside mum.” You said.

Mum. The very first time you met her and called Mrs. Twist she asked you to call her mum instead. She said that you too were like Gemma to her and calling her Mrs. Twist would embarrass her hearing it from her daughter.

Anne was much of a best friend to you than a mother-in-law. She was always there when you needed her. Whenever you and Harry fought, you’d always ask her for help and knowing his son well, she’d help you. You told her everything. And having her as a mother made you feel lucky

“So, how’re yeh doin’?” She asked rubbing th back of your hand with her thumb sitting on the couch with you as you both sipped on your tea.

“Very well. Thank you. What about you?” You asked putting your cup down on the coffee table.

“I’m good. How’re yeh ?” She asked again.

“i uh i said I’m good”

“I asked you how’re yeh?” She asked once again and there was no backing up from it now. Tears welled up in your eyes and you looked down and sniffed.

“Not good mum. I’m breaking inside. God I feel dead “ You sobbed and were pulled inside the arms of that lovely lady.

“There it is baby. Let it out sweet. Cry all yeh want” she cooed. Her soft voice made weep  as you wrapped your arms around her crying your heart out.

“I feel yeh “ She said and after a few minutes of good crying, you pulled away. You noticed her navy blue tee had a damp spot from your tears. You wiped your tears and nose with the back of your hand. And it did helped you. Crying out did help you made feel better.

“I am disgusted with my son right now. Never expected him to do this. I’m sorry he caused you so much pain” she said sympathetically cupping your right cheek.

“He just chose to leave instead of fighting. That’s all mum” You cried softly.

“I feel yeh love. I’ve been at your place before” She said. And she wasn’t lying. The only difference was that their decision of separation was mutual unlike you guys.

“I can’t believe he’d do something like that. He always told me how much he loved you”

“It’s okay mum. Love fades away” 

“You really love her, don’t you?”

He looks across to his mother as she nurses her cup of tea, cosied up into Robin’s side, with a smile on her face. The lamps around the room giving her face a gentle glow, shadows forming from her features as Harry’s fingers drag up his your arm softly.

“I really do,” he whispers, nodding softly, “absolutely smitten with her, I am.”

“I think the feeling is very much mutual,” she smiles, leaning forward and setting her mug on a coaster on the coffee table, reaching over to grab his free hand and perching on the armrest beside her son, “she’s wonderful. She really is. I’ve never seen you with such a huge smile on your face before. She’s what you need. Someone to keep you grounded and to stop you from swimming off and getting too crazy.”

 “dropping her coffee over my shoes that day was what got us here today. I love her. I really do. She’s changed my life over the last 8 months, mum, and I realised that I’ve never been so crazy for someone before. I love her. It makes me so happy that you like her, as well,” he smiles, looking down at you and pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I think I’m going to take her to bed. I’m going to take her off into Holmes Chapel tomorrow and show her everything I used to get up to. You’re welcome to join us if you want to come.”

“Oh, no. No, you have some time together. We’ve spent all day with you,” Anne smiles, cupping his face in her hand and pressing a kiss to his forehead, “I’ll have a nice breakfast set out for you both tomorrow. Be up for 8, okay?”

He nods, adjusting his arms around you lifting you to his chest, standing to his feet and bidding a goodnight before he’s making his way up the stairs.

Anne felt her heart aching as she remembered the memories of Harry bringing you to their house for the first time. His lips were spread in a wide grin. She loved how happy he looked and knew you were the one. But now she felt broken. She never expected any of her kid to have divorce in future as she taught them that single thing can destroy many lives.

Thinking of her daughter-in-law brought tears to her eyes. She knew how hard the situation was for her and she felt vulnerable because there’s nothing she could do ease the pain of the poor girl. Nothing but pray to god.


“Eat” Kristine ordered bringing the spoon full of porridge to Noah’s mouth. Harry was in the bathroom and asked Kristine to feed Noah. And without denying she nodded and sat little toddler on baby chair and started feeding her. But he didn’t seem to like her attitude.Since the say Harry brought kids along with Kristine, she felt that Harry payed more attention to kids than her. Once she even wore short exposing clothes to arouse Harry, but instead of getting turned on, Harry grabbed her by her elbow gently and took inside the room only to scold her not to wear such clothes around kids It only flamed the fire inside Kristine more for his kids.

She tried feeding Noah forcefully when he suddenly pushed her away, spilling porridge all over her t-shirt and some on her hair.

“What’ve you done?!?!” she roared scaring Noah. Hearing his cries, Rose came running from the other room and started calming down his brother. But when her eyes fell on Kristine, he couldn’t help but let out a laugh seeing porridge sticking to her hair. Kristine’s eyes flared up with anger as she stood up and hovered Rose. Her hand rising up in the air.

Poor girl’s eyes filled with fear sensing what 

“you little piece of s-” she spat when suddenly rose ran and stuck to fer father’s leg crying.

“Daddy!!!” she cried as harry picked her up.

“Wha’s wrong poppet?” Harry asked rubbing her back.

“Kr-Kristine was going to hit me” she sobbed in his neck. Harry pulled away, his eyebrows furrowed as he set her down.

“What? I could never do that to you” Kristine cooed changing herself like a chameleon crouching beside Harry, in front of Rose. She pushed her hand away when Kristine tried to touch her.

“You lie!” Rose cried.

“Sh-she even was saying the S word” Rose cried.

“Oh god. “ Kristine said covering her mouth as tears fell down her eyes. Harry instantly wrapped his arms around her pulling her to him. 

“Apologize to kris” Harry old rose rubbing the small back of Kristine.

“No” Rose refused shaking her head showing Harry attitude.

“Don’ Rose. I said apologize” Harry warned and once again Rose denied. It set Harry off the verge. Harry stood up and took a breath trying not to explode on her daughter but he was helpless.

“GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW!” He shouted, making everyone in the room flinch. His loud voice making Noah to burst in tear once again. Rose’s breath hitched in as tears flooded her eyes.

“I hate you” she mumbled ever so softly before helping his brother down the chair and running to her room with him.

After coming back to his senses. He felt hurt. He felt disgusted for scaring his little girl like that. His own eyes getting wet as he sat on the ground with his head in his hands sobbing quietly. Kristine took the chance and brought him to her chest rubbing his back.

“Shhh baby. It’s okay”


As soon as Rose finished up telling you what happened to them on vacation, Y/n stomped out of her house and drove to their Harry’s house. Unfortunately, he wasn’t their and you were greeted by none other than his girlfriend, who was dressed in nothing but a pair of panties and his t-shirt.

“Oh hi. Come inside” she said  stepping aside for y/n to come in and she gladly did. Seeing Kristine was making his blood boil. Especially when she was wearing the ring in her necklace that you gifted Harry. You felt sick thinking about how stupid you were to fall for a guys like that.

“Stop” Y/n said trying to be calm. She didn’t wanted any foreplay.

“What?” Kristine asked innocently clearly aware as to why y/n was there.

“Stop being so two faced.And how dare you talk to my kids like that?!” Y/n shouted.

“Oh really? But you husband, oops i mean my boyfriend doesn’t seems to be bothered about it. And about your kids, it’ll be better f you keep them to yourself.” she said standing with her hands on her hips.

“Harry is their father! They have the whole right to be with him! And oh my god I cannot believe he actually likes a bitch like you!”

“Oh please darling he loves me. Probably because I’m not ugly,fat and emotional mess like you. When he spent that night with me, he told me how much he regretted marrying you and voila I helped him every night. All the time he said he was out, he was with me, inside me actually” she laughed

“and you know what? He’s smitten over me” She said. You let out a sob as her words hit you like a knife but you had to be strong, for your kids.

“God. He’s an Idiot. Never knew he fuck buddy would turn out to be someone like you” You spat hatefully.

“Wha’ do ya mean” Said a heavy voice. You turned around and saw Harry standing at the porch, Kristine wasted no time running to him and crying fake tears.

“shh baby. “ Harry said kissing her head before making his way to you. Your heart beat fastened as you took in to his face. He looked mesmerizing. So pure and gentle. He looked so good and it was clear that the divorce wasn’t affecting him where you looked completed opposite but he was too blinded to see how much you were hurting.

“I-I can’t believe you yelled at Rose” you stammered as he hovered you.

“Had to do that t’ teach her some manners. And wha’ did yeh by fuck buddy huh? I love her! Ge’ this fucking thing in your brain.” he said. He was getting red with every word he said.

“It’s alright Haz. I’m okay” Kristine said clutching to his arm sounding so poor and petite. All you wanted to do was to punch her straight in the face.

“No Kris! Nobody talks to m’love like that” He said eyeing you. His eyes dug in you were burning you. You felt naked and wrapped your arms around yourself but the time wasn’t to be. It was to fight.

“I didn’t said anything wrong Harry styles! She’s nothing but a slut, a fuck buddy whom you fucked every night, you spent every night with her moaning where I sat at home, awake the whole night wondering if you’re okay! While you’re kids kept asking for you!”

“And did you ever asked meh why was I? Let me tell yeh because you never were enough! Seeing your face disgusted me!” He yelled. His voice echoed in the house while every word he said.

Your heart clenched. Your chest felt heavy again as a tear rolled down your cheek. Never in a million years you thought he’d say something like this, but he did.

“You are the biggest regret of  my life” You whispered.

“If you’re done, I’d like you to leave” He said looking away. 

“didn’t you hear him Y/n?” Kristine said her tears all gone now replaced by happiness of you crying. You knew she was trying to evoke you and damn it did work. 

“Shut up you bit-” And before you could finish the whole sentence, Harry grabbed you my your elbow harshly and dragged to the porch.

“Get the fuck outta my house!”

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Oh well well. I’ve started hating Harry while writing this. Feedback please!

Team | JUNGKOOK

Originally posted by nnochu

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: angst, fluff | student!jungkook, best friends to lovers 

length: 5k

summary: jungkook has been the friend that you’ve always had in life. when he tries to take it to the next step, you find yourself rejecting him. fear not, a trip gone wrong fixes the day.

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There’s a pause in the bustling conversation as everyone watches the bowling ball skid down the alley and towards the pins.

You’re crouched as your eyes are glued to the navy ball that could possibly give you a strike and the upper hand. Silent prayers move your lips as it goes closer and closer, but it’s a vain attempt sincethe ball only manages to knock down all but four pins. A groan leaves your lips when you hear his cackle behind you.

“Jeongguk, you threw me off!” The excuse flies out of your mouth automatically, only strengthening his cackle. When you turn, your best friend is hunched over in his seat, slapping his knee in absolute happiness. 

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Comatose-Chapter 3

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier, You are part of the Avengers and Dating Bucky Barnes, Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha, you catch them in the act and things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with Similar powers to Jean, Only with Immortality thrown in.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.


Your three days were up. It was time to go back to the compound to face Bucky and Natasha, and you had dragged Logan along for moral support. He had grumbled and fought you on it, eventually relenting by saying he would start packing up the meager belongings you’d kept in your bedroom at the compound.

Stepping out of the elevator, your nerves make themselves known. You really do not want to be here, do not want to see him, or her. On the verge of panic, hyperventilating wildly, Logan grabs your hand, giving it a quick squeeze, and muttering, “Almost done, sweetheart. You can do this.” Gathering your remaining strength, coating it in a layer of bravado, you make your way to the meeting room where the Avengers have settled to discuss your transfer.

“Morning,” you mumble as you enter, avoiding the pained gaze of Bucky.

“Well, hey there stranger,” Tony quips. “You ready?” You had spoken to Tony as soon as Logan had informed you that he had received the call from Charles. He wasn’t happy with your decision, but he respected it nonetheless.

“Yeah, I’m ready,” you reply.

“Alright! Let’s get this started,” he says as he claps his hands together, the sudden noise pulling a flinch out of you. “(y/n) is being transferred out to an undisclosed location, to help head up an all Mutant team.” You screw your eyes shut as a slew of protests erupt around the room. You can’t bear to look at any of them; to see the hurt on their faces.

“(Y/N) what the hell?” comes Steve voice. “You disappear for three days and then come back to tell us your leaving?” he asks, disbelief coloring his tone.

“Steve,” you sigh. “I can’t be here anymore. I can’t offer you a better explanation than that.” As your gaze catches Bucky’s, he’s looking at you like he’s going to break apart any second. His entire being screams defeat, and you can’t help but feel guilty. Casting your gaze down, you mumble, “I’m sorry, I made a promise to you all, but I need to do this for me. If you ever need me, I’m just a phone call away.” Lurching to your feet, you rush to leave, reaching the door in record time. Flinging it open, you race out, frantically searching for Logan.

Spotting him lounging on a chair, your bags packed at his feet, you walk quickly toward him. “We need to go. Right now,” you hiss when you hear footsteps behind you. Grabbing Logan by the hand, you try desperately to move his adamantium filled behind out of the chair and toward the elevator.

“I see you moved on fairly quickly, (y/n),” comes Bucky’s angry declaration causing you to freeze mid step; frustration and hurt welling inside you.

“At least I waited until we broke up, Barnes!” you retort scathingly.

“This him?” Logan asks, eerily calm. You don’t reply as you whirl around to face Bucky, stopping dead at the sight of Natasha next to him.

“Listen, Bub, you need to back the fuck off. Haven’t ya done enough harm?” Logan snarls, advancing menacingly on Bucky.

“This is not your fight, Logan!” you yell, grabbing for his hand, trying to keep them apart which sets Bucky off. He pulls back his metal fist and lands a hard punch to Logan’s jaw; the resounding clang of metal on metal leaves your ears ringing, and you wait for the shit storm that’s about to be unleashed. “Logan,” you plead as he unsheathes his claws.

Taking his classic fight stance, claws singing when he runs them together, Logan eyes Bucky up and down. “Alrigh’ Bub. Ya asked for it!”

Logan runs at Bucky while you try and yank him back by the edge of his shirt. It tears, sending you falling onto your ass as the force propels you backward. Bucky is holding his own, landing heavy blows to Logan’s body, who slashes a long gash into Bucky’s thigh.

“Stop!” Natasha screams, making a beeline for Logan.

You scramble upright, flinging out a blast of power that sends her into the wall. Focusing on the fighting men, you separate them forcefully with your mind. “ENOUGH!” you scream, voice amplified by your power. “Stop acting like children! Wait for me outside, Logan.” He growls like an angry animal, refusing to move toward the exit. “Logan, please!” you beg, and he finally relents, spitting at Bucky’s feet as he makes his retreat. What cuts and bruises he’d sustained were already healing, unlike Bucky whose blood was dripping onto the floor.

“What the hell was that!” Natasha yells at you. “Your friend nearly killed him!”

You can only stare at her in shock. “You, Natasha, have no right to speak to me. No right to look at me. Get the fuck out of my face before I ruin yours!” you snarl at her. She visibly pales at the threat, and Bucky appears to come to her rescue.

Except he hasn’t, his intentions made clear with his next words. “Don’t leave,” he murmurs, limping toward you, causing Natasha to gasp in surprise.  

“W-what?” Natasha whispers.

“Please baby, don’t leave. We can work this out,” he reiterates, ignoring Natasha, coming to a halt before you. “I can make this right, (Y/N),” he murmurs as he pulls you to his chest; his grip on you is nearly bone crushing. “I made a mistake, I’m sorry. Please don’t go.”

Natasha’s sharp intake of breath is filled with pain, and you feel slightly vindictive. She hadn’t been expecting this, and you debate for a second if you really need to go; if you couldn’t forgive him and move past this.

No, you think. There was no real guarantee he wouldn’t do it again. He had hurt you, he had shattered your sense of self worth with one action, and he had made you lose control of yourself. No. No matter how badly you wanted to stay with him, you needed time for reflection away from all of them.

“I’m sorry, Bucky,” you say as you push away from him. “But I can’t stay here, I can’t be with you. Not after what you did.” A stray tear pushes itself past your defenses and falls down your cheek. “I love you, but I won’t let you break me,” you say as you walk away, hands shaking and pain threatening to overwhelm you.

With every agonizing step you take away from him, you repeat to yourself, I can do this, I can do this, I can do this.

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Study Buddy (alternative ending) | Tom Holland Smut

Requested: no
Rating: R for smut!!
Summary: You’ve been working way too hard for school, Tom sets out to help you relax in the best way he knows how. (This is basically the same as the other imagine if the same title except in this one it’s alternative in the sense you guys ~do it~ to relax ;)) lmaooo ).
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You groaned, letting your head fall onto your crossed arms that lay on your desk. You sat in front of your computer, trying to work on school. You were more stressed than ever, with deadlines coming up sooner than you wanted them to.

You felt overwhelmed and while you knew you should probably take a break, you didn’t want to lose whatever train of thought might pull into your head the longer you sat at your desk, growing more and more tired, and less and less motivated to work.

“Hey, love, still working on school?” Your boyfriend, Tom stepped into the living room where you sat at your desk top monitor. You turned your head without lifting it from your arms to get a look at Tom, who walked over quickly to where you sat. You nodded in response to his question and he hummed in acknowledgment. “How’s it going?”

“It’s going, I guess,” you said with a flatter tone than usual. You hated to risk Tom thinking you were cross with him and not just frustrated with yourself and school, but you were so tired that you didn’t have the will power to make your voice more enthusiastic.

“Well, love, why don’t you take a break? Feel like I ‘aven’t seen ya all day,” Tom placed a kiss to your shoulder. You hummed in approval at the contact, your body ached from sitting in one spot for so long, your legs felt cramped, your back ached from hunching at your computer, your heart ached because you were tired of working (and a bit lonely working all on your own), and your head hurt from thinking as hard as you could all day.

“Ooh, babe you’re really tense!” Tom said, putting both hands on your shoulders, beginning to massage out the knots in your back. You groaned quietly when he began to work on a particularly tense spot and he smirked a bit, pitting you, but now his mind was occupied with the thoughts of the effect his hands had on your body.

“Love, I’ve barely seen your beautiful face since I got back touring, I miss you,” he whined, continuing to massage you. “Why don’t you take a break for just a few hours,” you sat up, turning slightly to face him. “I’ve really gotta do my work,” in all reality it wasn’t due for another few days, you were sick of thinking about school though, so you were anxious to get this work done.

“What’s on your plate for today, princess?”

Tom had ulterior motives, he genuinely wanted to help you get done, but only to make you feel better, but he couldn’t deny that he missed touching you after being on tour.

“I just want to get my studying done today,” you explained as Tom planted kissed down your neck, his hands still massaging further and further down your back towards your ass.

“Well, my beautiful smart girl,” Tom punctuated his words with a kiss to the top of your head, his hands dangerously low on your back, “why don’t you let me give you a massage, and while I do you can tell me everything about what you need to study, and then we can play a review game?” His hands squeezed lightly at your ass, or at least what he could reach with you still sitting in the chair. You wanted to resist, but with his lips on your neck and his hands kneading yoir hips you couldn’t say no, so you simply nodded, you had underestimated how much you’d missed Tom’s touch while he was away, you’d planned on making his time on break more exciting but so far you’d been mostly holed up doing your work.

“Good, alright, well, why don’t you come lay on the couch and tell me about what you remember,” he suggested and you nodded, laying on your stomach on the couch. Tom got a pillow for your head to rest on, and you put your head down, arms extended slightly forward. Tom’s hands were warm, and set to work on your back. “Princess, you’re not wearing a bra?” He questioned, running his hands under your shirt so he could feel your soft skin. You shook your head ‘no’, confirming his theory, his hands passing from the small of your back to your shoulder blades, working out all of the tense spots he could find, every once in a while kissing your back. You told him about all the topics you’d have to know and by the time you made it to more specific facts, his hands were sliding over your ass, making you pause. “Keep talking, princess,” he teased, knowing he was making it slightly difficult.

You continued to talk and Tom’s knowing hands massaged out your legs from your toes to your thighs, his fingers intentionally brushing against your core as they moved to massage the curve of your hips.

You whimpered, Tom knew what he was doing and now you were in on his plot.

“Tom, please,” you said, moving your hips. Tom gently pinched the spot where your ass met your leg, making you jump slightly. You were so responsive, especially after the two of you had been apart for so long. Tom couldn’t help but think to himself that this was going to be fun. He grabbed some papers from your desk that he had seen you studying off of before and walking back over, your eyes never leaving his body as he did.

“Now, how about a review game? He questioned, holding up your papers,” you nodded, curious to see what he had in store.

“Alright, how about we up the stakes, on the game though?” You raised your eyebrows at him to communicate your confusion and skepticism.

“I’ll touch you, and believe me I can feel that you want it, YN, he teased, his hand grasping between your legs where you could feel pressure had already started to build. “I’ll touch you,” he repeated, palming you through your shorts. “And I’ll continue to get you off as long as you get the answer to my questions right, if you get one wrong, I’ll stop and start over somewhere else,” you nodded eagerly, just wanting Tom to touch you.

“Alright, love, you ready?” You nodded again, flipping over and taking off your sweatshirt, leaving you in only your short-shorts and underwear. Tom smiled at your eagerness and kissed you on your lips for a moment before pulling away, his hand skimming over your torso, from the waistband of your shorts to the bottom of your breasts. “Oh, and no touching yourself, or me,” Tom said.

You nodded obediently, just wanting him to touch you. The first few questions had gone well, but then it was time for the geography section of your final. “What’s the capital of Portugal?” Tom asked, his hand stroking firmly back and forth over your covered core, his finger flicking at your clit through your clothes as his had passed the area. You were whimpering, your eyes squeezed shut. “Tom, please,” you begged, you knew that he already knew you couldn’t think of the answer.

“Do you know, princess? Just guess,” he chucked, eyes flirting from you to your study guide. You bucked your hips into his hand, hoping he would abandon the game and just focus on pleasing you.

“Babe, what is it?” He teased, finger circling your clit now through your thin shorts. “Please, please just touch me, Tom,” your climax building.

“Sorry, babe, the answer is Lisbon,” he said, and retracted his hand, now it gently skimmed over the skin of your inner thigh. You felt like you could cry, so desperate for release.

“You’re alright, pretty girl, now, what’s the capital of Peru?”

“Lima,” you panted and he nooses with a smile. “You’re so smart, darling, so pretty, so hot,” he grinned, his hand once again rubbing over your sensitive core, applying gentle pressure.
“Take them off,” you said, lifting your hips slightly and nodding towards your thin shorts.

“As you wish, darling,” he said with a smirk, his tone light. He hooked his fingers into your waistband and pulled down your shorts, your body left covered only by a lacy pair of underwear.

Tom hummed at the sight of your underwear and brought his hand back up, rubbing you over your underwear. A few correctly answered questions later and his fingers were pumping in and out of you slowly and deeply, you were moaning louder than ever, your hands grasping at the couch above your head.
“Well, princess, that was the last question,” he said, and pulled his hand away, standing up. You sat up instantly.

“No, Tom, please, stay, please make me feel good, I need you, I-”
“Easy, my love,” Tom said, taking off his clothes except for his underwear. “I wouldn’t leave you hanging like that,” he cooed, sitting at the opposite end of the couch, you nodded happily, relaxing into your original position, lying back down on the couch.

“Now, one final question, darling, what do you want?” He smirked, you were no stranger to this question, Tom often asked you this in times like these and it never failed to make you even more excited, his voice low and gravelly.

“Your mouth- your cock,” you whimpered, reaching a hand out towards him.
He grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers, leaning forward and pulling your panties down with his teeth. He got them mid-way down your thighs before using his free hand to pull them off of you completely. His hand returned after once again sliding up your body to grab your other hand as his head went between your thighs.

You gasped as he began kitten licking everywhere, then paying special attention to your clit. Tom and you had done this enough times that he knew exactly what you liked. His tongue darted in and out of you rapidly, the tip periodically moving over your clit. You knew you looked completely wrecked, sweat glistening on your skin, your voice beginning to grow hoarse and your eyes watering due to the amount of pleasure you’d received.

“So goddamn beautiful,” he spoke with his face still in contact with your core, you moaned at his praise and squeezed his hands in yours.
He continued his work on you with his mouth until you let out a moan louder than any before, your legs shaking and pleasure racking through your entire body, your eyes squeezed shut.

“So good for me, darling,” his voice was raspy and he removed his hands from yours to pull his tight underwear down, his bulge apparent. His length seemed to get even bigger once it was freed from his underwear.

You whimpered, Tom positioned himself over you, his eyes widened suddenly. “Shit, okay I’ll be right back hang on a second babe,”

He came back seconds later after digging through a drawer in the next room, coming back with a condom packet he opened with his teeth. He rolled it down his length and returned to his position over you, your hands pinned above your head with one of his. He used his other hand to line up his cock at your wet entrance, circling your core with his tip a few times before you said “enough with the teasing, fuck me already,” your voice much breathier than you’d anticipated.

“Anything for my beautiful, smart, amazing girl,” Tom smirked and pushed into you suddenly, you yelped, quickly adjusting to his size. He sensed you were comfortable and began to pump in and out of you faster and faster, keeping a steady rhythm. Your hips met every time he pushed into you and you moaned his name so loudly you worries the neighbors would hear what the two of you were doing on the couch of your living room.

Tom pinched your nipples one at a time, the other hand keeping yours held firmly in their position above your head. He kissed down your body while still thrusting fast and deep into you, reaching down to rub at your clit again. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you, such a fucking good girl, YN,” he moaned and you felt your release hit you without warning.

Your body convulsed, your eyes rolling back slightly and your entire body feeling like never before, bliss completely taking over. Tom was quick to follow, his hips shaking rapidly as he finished, pulling out of you after a few slow thrusts to ride out your high.

He removed the condom and threw it away in the next room along with the wrapper. Coming back, his eyes scanned over your body, glistening with sweat and eyes closed, still enjoying the sensations that followed such a strong orgasm.

“You alright?” Tom said, pulling his underwear back on and sitting on the couch, pulling your legs so they laid on top of his. You nodded, completely blissed out.

“I circled all the answers you had trouble with, obviously some of them were because you were a little distracted,” Tom teased. You smiled and rolled your eyes at him. “You’re going to do great on your exam, alright?” You smiled, your boyfriend was so sweet and thoughtful, you’d almost forgotten that this had all spiraled out of you being tense at your computer.

“Thanks, for making me take a break,” you smiled, “definitely worth it,” you added wth a small laugh. Tom laughed along with you. “Good, you’re definitely less tense now,” he teased back and you rolled your eyes, a smile still playing on your lips.

“Want to get cleaned up? We could shower and order take out and relax some more?” Tom offered, his hand rubbing sweetly over your legs again. You nodded and Tom gently picked you up from the couch after standing, carrying you to the shower. “My sweet, genius girl,” he spoke as you started the water. “How did I get so lucky?” You smiled, leaning over to kiss your boyfriend. “I ask myself the same thing every day.”

iidiiotiiciintelliigence  asked:

"Derek, it is 3 in the morning, what do you want?" "Peter got cursed." "What." He's stuck in wolf form." "For fucks sake Derek. I'll be right over." Why? Cause I can, and these kinds of AUs are hilarious to me.

This is a great one too! I’m a sucker for full shift anyone, lol. I did my best!

—–break—–

Stiles had given them all explicit instructions. He was going to have the gaming marathon to end all gaming marathons to celebrate the release of the new Bioware game and no one was to interrupt him for anything short of the apocalypse. He had been playing for just a few hours though when his phone starting ringing. He paused the game and glanced at the clock, spotting the bright “3:00” shining back at him.

“Someone better be dying,” Stiles grumbled, getting out of the perfect nest he’d created with pillows and blankets that would now never be the same in order to grab his phone off the charger.

“Derek, it’s three in the morning! What do you want?”

“Peter got cursed.”

“What?” He blinked at the wall, dumbfounded. Leave it to Derek to make him speechless.

“He’s stuck in wolf form,” Derek added tersely, sounding very much like he’d rather be anywhere else. Stiles heard a crash in the background, followed by a deep growl.

“For fucks sake, Derek,” Stiles sighed, resigned. He was already reaching for a change of clothes. Damn his life. “I’ll be right over.”

Derek hung up without a goodbye, because of course he did. Stiles grumbled about rude wolves under his breath as he got dressed before heading down to his jeep and wondering how they were going to fix this mess.

There was a loud barking sound coming from the loft as Stiles opened the elevator. He eyed the door warily when another bark preceded a loud crash followed by a deep rumbling growl that could only be made by a large wild animal.

“Okay, guys, fragile human coming through,” he called out as he slowly edged the door open. Peeking in gave him quite the sight.

Scott looked near tears, huddling under the table with frustration running through every tense line of his body. Isaac with was him, though he looked less concerned and more wary, like he was prepared for an attack but not about to attack first. Boyd was standing at the ready at the entrance towards the kitchen. Erica was peaking through the opening over the bar, looking seconds from laughing her ass off.

Derek was picking himself up from where the coffee table used to be, broken wood and glass all around him. He was in the beta shift, growling threateningly with Alpha eyes flaring bright red. Across from him, a freaking huge wolf was snarling viciously, supernatural blue eyes flashing in warning.

“What the fuck,” Stiles stated, blown away by the insanity of what he was seeing.

“Peter, quit being an idiot and calm down!” Derek ignored him, roaring at the wolf.

The wolf let out one of those rumbling barks Stiles had heard earlier and woah, did he have some pipes. He edged a little closer to where Boyd was feeling all protective, hoping some of that instinct would spread over to the pack human as well.

“What happened?” He asked the room.

“We were tracking a witch who was setting up for a ritual at the Nemeton, something about harnessing its power in order to take down her enemies or something, when Scott–”

“I said I was sorry!” Scott yelled from under the table, interrupting Erica’s explanation.

The wolf snarled, snapping it’s impressive jaws in Scott’s direction. It leapt towards the table only to be taken down mid air by Derek. They both crashed into the wall in a vicious tangle.

“Scott convinced Derek to let the witch live. She decided to curse Derek instead, and Peter took the hit. Then he killed her. With his teeth,” Boyd finished summarily.

“Lovely,” Stiles grumbled. Things could never be easy, could they?

“Now he won’t quit trying to kill Scott,” Isaac added.

“I’m really sorry! I didn’t know she was going to curse you!”

“Just. Shut up, Scott,” Derek bit out between trying to keep Peter was biting him and from getting loose to where he could attack Scott. He finally got the wolf pinned under him, practically laying on top of the large animal’s back as he held its head down so it couldn’t turn around and bite him.

“Did the curse just turn him into a wolf or did it make him feral too?” Stiles asked nervously, eyeing the the wolf.

“We don’t know. He hadn’t been responding to words, so maybe both?” Erica said.

“Well how’d you get him here?”

“Determination?” Erica guessed.

“Luck,” Boyd corrected.

Stiles laughed deliriously. “Well has anyone called Deaton?”

“He’s looking into it, but he said that if the caster is dead we most likely just needed to wait it out. Apparently most curses wear off in a few days without someone alive sustaining them,” Isaac said.

“So what’d you guys call me for?”

“We were hoping you could…calm him down?”

“Me?” Stiles snorted. “What am I supposed to do? Let him gnaw on my arm until he’s full?”

“Peter likes you the most; it makes sense that his wolf might feel the same,” Derek grumbled from the back of one displeased wolf. At least he’d stopped trying to get out of Derek’s hold and was instead settling for glaring at all of them.

“What? Since when?”

“Since always?” Erica said. “How did you not know? It’s pretty obvious, batman.” Boyd nodded in agreement, sending judgey eyes Stiles’ way.

“Just come over here,” Derek ordered.

Stiles gulped, sending nervous eyes to the unhappy wolf. “Nah, I’m okay over here, Sourwolf.”

“Stiles!”

“The things I do for you people,” Stiles muttered, edging closer. As he neared, he was instantly met with the wolf’s laser focus, bright blue eyes barely blinking in their study of him. “Hey there, Zombiewolf,” he chattered. “Please don’t bite me.”

“I won’t let him bite you, Stiles,” Derek rolled his eyes.

“I thought the whole point was that you didn’t think he’d want to bite me!”

“Well if we’re wrong, I won’t let him.”

“What do you mean ‘if we’re wrong’?! Dude, so not cool!!”

Stiles yelped–manly!–when the wolf wriggled out of Derek’s hold that had loosened with his distraction and then loped towards him. He scrambled backwards, hitting the wall and covering his head, heart jackrabbiting out of his chest.

“Peter, no!” Derek yelled.

Stiles jumped when a cold nose pressed to his arm, snuffling against his skin and moving up towards his face. The wolf whined, working Stiles arms away from himself so it could scent at his neck. Stiles mostly just stayed still and prayed.

“Am I dead?” He asked the room. He peaked his eyes open when he didn’t get an immediate answer. Everyone was staring at him, tense, waiting.

The wolf huffed under his gaze, blue eyes flashing, and Stiles could visualize Peter’s eye roll that would’ve came with the answer to that question. “Obviously not, sweetheart. I have more control than that.”

“Don’t give me that attitude, dude,” He grumbled at the wolf who was now sitting beside him calmly. One ear perked up, and the wolf leaned against Stiles’ side, almost toppling the boy over.

“Oh good, so he’s not going to kill you,” Erica called out.

“I’m not a guinea pig, dammit. What if he had decided to chew on the squishy human?”

“Then we’d cry. Probably.”

“I hate you all,” Stiles grumbled, tensing when the wolf made a low whuff before growling towards Erica, lip curling to show his fangs, and wow, those were big and also close to Stiles’ face. “Woah, dude, hey, let’s put the teeth away.” Peter sent him some serious side-eye, but at least he quit growling.

“So what’s the plan?” Isaac asked.

Derek sighed, brushing the glass off his clothes and looking exhausted. “Well Stiles is the only one he hasn’t tried to kill, so he’ll just have to stay with him until this wears off.”

“You’re joking, right?” Stiles asked. “I can’t keep a wolf at my house! My dad will freak!”

“Then stay at Peter’s and tell your dad you’re doing…pack things, I don’t know,” Derek waved him off.

“You can’t leave Stiles alone with Peter!” Scott yelled.

Peter was instantly to his feet, looking ready to go for round two, and it was instinctive for Stiles to reach out for him, grabbing the fur on his back before he could leapt for Scott’s jugular.

“Woah, hey, calm down, Creeperwolf. Back to the no growling please,” he murmured, running his free hand soothingly through his fur. “We’re going to work this out, so just calm down.” Peter’s hackles lowered, teeth put away.

“Stiles the Wolf Whisperer,” Erica said in a low voice.

“Get him out of here. Please,” Derek added, like it killed him to be polite.

“Ugh, fine. If he eats me in my sleep though, in haunting you,” Stiles threatened, standing and moving towards the door. “Come on, Zombiewolf. Let’s get you away from your triggers.”

The wolf stayed by his side, never turning his back to the other weres, glaring but not growling, thankfully. He’d calmed down significantly by the time they reached Stiles’ jeep, and he was even wagging his tail a bit once Stiles pulled into Peter’s apartment’s parking lot.

“I don’t think you’re quite as gone as you’d like everyone to believe,” Stiles said, eyes narrowing with suspicion as Peter walking into his apartment before Stiles after having waited patiently for the boy to open his door.

Peter looked over his shoulder, wolfy face the picture of innocence as his tongue lolled from his mouth.

“You are a menace,” Stiles accused. He still ran his hand through the fur on his head though, because wow was he soft.

He sent his dad a text telling him they had had a pack thing come up but everything was fine, he’d just be over at Peter’s for a couple days. He was sure his dad would freak out and call him as soon as he woke up and saw it, but it was better than him waking up and freaking out after seeing his son missing with no explanation.

Peter herded Stiles towards the bedroom, letting the boy get comfortable before hopping up and pressing against his side. He snuffled adorably against Stiles chest before leaning up to scent at his neck familiarly. Stiles curled his arms around the wolf, fingers sifting through the soft fur rhythmically.

“I guess we haven’t been quite as good at hiding our relationship as we thought,” Stiles said sleepily, yawning hugely. “Or at least you haven’t, if the whole pack knows I’m your favorite.”

The wolf picked up it’s head to meet his gaze, sending Stiles a look way too intelligent to come from an animal. “You were my favorite before we started a relationship. And besides, it’ll take nothing short of us making out in front of those idiots for them to realize that we’re together.”

“I wish you’d told me about this witch,” Stiles said, frowning even as his eyes blinked slowly, tiredly. 

“There wouldn’t have been a need, if Scott hadn’t stepped in with his foolishness and talked Derek out of doing the right thing.” Peter snapped his jaws angrily and if Stiles had given it much thought he would’ve been impressed at how well they understood each other now, that just Peter’s body language while stuck as a wolf told him exactly what the man meant.

“You know he means well.”

“Him meaning well is going to get someone killed one day.” The wolf’s ear twitched in annoyance and Stiles smiled softly, scratching behind it and snuggling just a bit closer.

“I know you won’t let that happen, Squishywolf,” he murmured. “I trust you.”

Peter preened, nuzzling the boy’s neck and scenting him obviously.

“Hurry up and beat this curse, okay? It’s steak night on Sunday and dad’s going to be upset if you’re too wolfy to help him sneak garlic bread passed me.”

Peter huffed, licking Stiles once and earning a glower as the boy wiped the spit off.

“Dog slobber.” Stiles wrinkled his nose in disgust. “No more of that. Let’s just go to sleep, wolf.”

Peter whuffed in agreement. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight, Peter.”

j.j | imagine | confession

[ aw i love it! thanks for requesting! hope you enjoy it as much as I did - writing it :) ] 


“For the last time, no!” 

Tonight was supposed to be a night of relaxation, video games and junk food. It started out that way, but it currently wasn’t sticking to that route. The boys rarely would get time off to just goof around and chill, so it being one of those times - Y/n thought it would be a good idea to spend the night with them. So far, she regrets even stepping foot into the dorm. 

“Oh, come on! Just tell him already, all of us are sick of you two practically undressing each other with your eyes from across the room. It’s unbearable!” Taehyung whined from her right. 

“It’s pathetic.” Yoongi deadpanned, not even looking up from his phone. 

“We do not ‘undress each other with our eyes’! And besides, why do you guys care so much? It’s just a little crush, no big de- Jimin stop cheating!” 

“Then stop sucking!” 

“That’s what he said~!”  Hoseok was quick to add in, stuffing his mouth with chips as he laughed at his own quip. “Y/n, just face it. We all know that this is more than some crush - plus, you and Kookie would look so cute together!” 

“Aish, you guys are so annoying! If you’re gonna bug me about this every time I come over, then I might as well just start being like Yoongi and hibernate all day.”  

“Why am I the bad option?” Yoongi scrunches his face, offended. 

Rolling her eyes, Y/n mentally thanks the man in the sky that Jungkook wasn’t in the dorms at the moment. Helping out Jin and Namjoon for whatever reason, it left the rest of BTS to basically plan out the love life between her and their golden maknae. It was true, Y/n did have more than a crush on the bunny boy, but she’d rather die than ever admit it. 

Especially to his hyungs. 

It never failed that whenever she was over, the teasing would then begin. Because of it, Jungkook never really hung around her as much, the embarrassment becoming too frequent to the point where - like explained earlier - he started doing tasks with Jin and/or Namjoon. This led Y/n to feel both relief and sadness. Why did they have to stick their noses in things? Why? 

“We’ll leave you alone when you confess, I hope you know that.” Taehyung used his non-playing hand - at the moment - to shove her shoulder, nearly making her player skid off of the racetrack. 

“Or you can leave me alone now - I vote for that option.” Y/n glares, clicking her controller rapidly to get back into first place. Suddenly, she felt something poking her lower back, hitting spots that made her whole body clench up awkwardly. “H-Hey! Stop it - who is that?!” 

Not wanting to lose her spot in the race, she couldn’t even turn her head to see who it was that was poking her. It wasn’t until a cackle erupted into the calm atmosphere that she concluded who it was.  

“Hoseok! Cut it out - you’re breaking my concentration!” 

“I’ll stop if you confess to Jungkook,” She could just hear the grin in his voice, as his poking wasn’t showing any sign of stopping. 

“N-No! Stop it, I’m begging you!” Now it was starting to make her laugh, his foot pressing into places that sent tickles all up and down her spine that made her wiggle in her spot on the floor. “Hobi! Please, stop, I’m crying!” 

By now, Y/n’s laughter had increased in volume and her sight was becoming blurred with tears. Having no choice but to drop her controller and coil up into a protective ball, that seemed to spark interest in the three out of the fours boys. Yoongi merely watched as the game was paused - shaking his head slowly as she got tackled. The tickles were coming in from all around her, there being no escape from the sudden attack that was unleashed upon her.

“Say it, Y/n-ah~” Jimin cooed, running his short nails up and down her legs lightly, grabbing at the ankles if she tried to pull away. “Say it, and we’ll stop!” 

“You know you want to!” Tae smiles, enjoying the sight of her face shriveling up, her laughs weren’t even making a sound anymore - as she weakly tried to push them away. All this for a simple confession. 

It was so not worth holding it in, anymore. 

“A-Alright! Alright, okay!!” Y/n finally snapped, regaining her strength and shoving at the three until they were no longer hovering over her figure. “You want my confession so bad, then fine:

I love Jeon Jeongguk! I have ever since he first spoke to me, fumbling over his words and not having a clue on how to ask if I’ve heard of your group before. He was the cutest fluff ball I have ever met, everything about him was perfect in my eyes. Never did I think we would meet again after that - and what do you know - three years later, and here I am confessing what I’ve felt for so long to his nosy-ass friends, in a dorm living room at 11 o’clock at night! I’ve wanted to tell him for so long how I’ve felt about him, but never had the balls because I was scared I would ruin the best relationship I’ve had with a guy since…since forever! Even if we are just friends, that’s still good enough for me. Because even though it’s not everyday - I still get to see him. And seeing him makes me whole…seeing him…feels like home. So there. Happy now?” 

Y/n expected them to be bombarding her with teasing by now, or getting her cheeks pinched while they tell her how ‘adorable’ she was being. But, after opening her eyes, she was definitely not expecting them to either be staring with wide eyes, or wearing the biggest smirks on their faces - to where it looked as if they might split in half. It wasn’t until a familiar voice finally spoke out that caused Y/n’s blood to run cold. 

“Uh…we’re back.” Namjoon spoke with uncertainty, making Y/n want to just vanish into thin air and never be seen again. She could just feel in her bones that they heard everything, no doubt about it. 

She inhales, “He’s right behind me, isn’t he?” 

The three boys in front of her nod, while Yoongi chortles from his spot on the couch.

“It’s about fucking time.” 

The Makeup Artist

Writer - @harry-hook-me (myself)


Request - @notsoinnocent13


Disclaimer - I do not own any of the Descendants characters or scenes from the movies, all credits goes to the creators and producers of Disneys descendants.

Summary – The reader is the makeup artist for the three main pirates on the set of descendants 2, although the reader is older that Thomas he still consists to flirt with her none stop.

Warnings – none… I don’t think.

Word count - 1417


AN - PLEASE READ! there were supposed to be pictures to go with then Instagram part but they didn’t load properly and it wouldn’t let me post with them in, I will post with just this pictures after I post this so you can see what they would have been.

Originally posted by sinammon-rolls


“Okay, all done” I said to Dylan, just finishing his makeup for today’s filming. I’ve being working on the set of descendants 2 for about 4 months now, I was put in charge of the pirates make up, China, Thomas and Dylan, aka Uma, Harry and Gil. I’ve loved every minute of it and have really gained a close bond with the three cast members. “I’m exhausted” Dylan moaned flopping down of the chair next the one he was just sat in. “I can tell, I almost had to use an entire tube of concealer on you.” I chuckled back at him. China then walked in and I began her make up. “What scene are you filming today” I asked “the ‘what’s my name’ shoot” China replied excitedly, “awesome, I’m totally going to come to watch it” I said with a smile. “I’ve been rehearsing the dance non-stop” she added “you’re going to do awesome” I complemented. Once I finished her makeup China left to go do some last minute rehearsals with Louise. I looked over at Dylan who was half asleep in the chair, “god help the poor kid today” I chuckled to myself thinking about how he’s going to be dancing today.

“THOMAS DOHERTY TO MAKE UP” the speakers, placed around set called out. I smiled lightly to myself, Thomas was a great guy, but incredibly flirty. Moments later he walked into the trailer, “Morning!” his Scottish accent rang out full of energy and high spirits. “Someone’s in a good mood” I chirped, “ah, that’s because I get to see you this morning lass” he chuckled sitting down in the chair, again with the flirting. I rolled my eyes and began on his hair, putting in some jell and spiking it up. “Vuala, my masterpiece is complete” I chuckled at myself, applying the last smudge of eyeliner around Thomas’s eyes. “Your all done kid” I pronounce leaning on his shoulder, “why are you always calling me kid” he whined… just like a kid, “because to me, you are” I chuckled and started to put all the makeup into a travel bag ready to take down to the set ready for touch-ups later, “your only three years older” he winked. I giggled lightly as his flirtatious gaze. I nudged his shoulder a little “go on, go act” I ordered with a chuckle to the two boys in my trailer. They both left and I continued packing away.

Moments later I received a notification from Instagram:

@thomasadoherty mentioned you in a post

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Thomasadoherty once again done up by the professional @y/n_beauty ❤

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Chinamcclain we’re rotten, true talent @y/n_beauty 👸

Thecameronboyce best in the business! 🙋

Dylanplayfair1 fixed up my terribly dark eye bags this morning #truelegend @y/n_beauty

y/n_beauty your all to kind! 😘❤

I smiled at the picture as comments before heading out of the trailer and off to set.

I arrived on the set, they had already begun filming so I had to be quiet, I tip-toed closer so I could see. Thomas, China and Dylan were dancing around and lip singing to ‘What’s My Name’. I smiled to myself and watched in awe at the pirates preforming there routine flawlessly. Soon after cut was called, Thomas plodded over and sat in a chair, I began touching up his make up, “well, what do you think” Thomas asked in a hyperactive tone. “It awesome” I replied with a grin. He smiled back, I have to admit, his smile is gorgeous, he’s all together gorgeous if I’m honest, but he can never know I think that.

Time skip to the next day

Today I was doing the three actors make up on set instead of in the trailer, it was an early morning and we were all tired, Thomas came over to the chair, all messy haired and clearly shattered, “morning sunshine” I smirked sarcastically, he smiled back softly and hugged me, he did this on the days he was tired, he always seemed more affectionate. I liked it secretly. As always I began going his hair, then his makeup, out of the corner of my eye I could see China, who was sat on the chair next to where Thomas and I were, she picked up my phone and snapped a picture. After finishing the Scottish boy’s makeup he left to get to wardrobe. I went on my phone to look at the picture China had taken. The picture was really cute and I decided to post it to Instagram.


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Y/n_beauty Tired pirate @thomasadoherty ❤

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Thomasadoherty you sure put me in the best mood when I’m tired 😊❤

Chinamcclain my photography skills, to be honest… I ship it @dylanplayfair1

Sofiacarson cuties #descendantsfamily 💙

Dylanplayfair1 totally with you on that #otp 👀

As the months when on, Thomas and I became closer and closer, hanging out on and off set. This sparked rumours going around from not only fans but also the cast. Thomas and I were constantly flirting, and that was causing China and Dylan to teas the two of us constantly, we also became very close in a more physical way, hugging, holding hand or just leaning on each other. We had gone on a couple of dates together but didn’t tell anyone about it.

E! News: The Rundown

Are Descendants 2 start Thomas Doherty and makeup artist Y/f/n dating, the two have been spotted out on numerous occasions, holding hand and getting all close. Stay tuned for more information.

I scrolled through my twitter, my time line filled with posts about me and Thomas. My thoughts and concentration on my phone was cut short by the sound of the trailer door opening. All three actors stepped in, time for work. “Morning” I said to them all. Receiving ‘good mornings’ from them back, Thomas gave me a small and discreet side hug and smile. I began Chinas makeup, beginning with concealer. Will He by Joji playing softly in the background as I hummed along. Half way through finishing Chinas makeup my phone received a notification from Instagram. I looked over reading what it said just in time before my phone turned off. Thomas had tagged me in a post, I looked over at him and he smirked. After I had completed all China and Dylan’s makeup they both let to get to wardrobe. Thomas was left, after completing his makeup he kissed me on the cheek and then walking toward the door “see ya later love” he said before stepping out for trailer. I checked my phone to see what Thomas had posted.

@thomasadoherty tagged you in a post


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Thomasadoherty She’s pretty great I guess 💋❤

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Dylanplayfair1 @chinamcclain it’s happened!!!

Thecameronboyce yessssss finally! #otp 🎉❤

Sofiacarson you two could not be more perfect for each other 💙

Chinamcclain the makeup artist and the pirate… match made in heaven 💜

Y/n_beauty not to bad yourself 💋

I smiled at the posts and the comments from the cast. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, I stepped out of the trailer, leaving all my supplies in there. I quickly walked to the set they would be filming on right now. As I arrived all the actors were taken a break, I spotted Thomas and walked directly to him “Thomas” I simply said “yeh-“ I cut him off by crashing my lips onto his, I instantly felt fireworks, it just felt right. Out lips moved in sync with the other. His hand snaked their way around my waist, bringing me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck bringing him down to my height a little bit more, I may be older than him but he’s taller. The cast and crew around us stared cheering and applauding, I could feel Thomas smile into the kiss, we pulled away after what felt like an eternity. Breathless I looked up into his crystal eyes and smiled wide.

“I think I might be in love with you” he whispered, my smile grew wider, “that’s good, because I think I might have fallen in love with you too” I replied, his smile also growing wide as he pulled me in for a loving hug.

A couple days later


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Y/n_beauty My whole heart ❤

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Thomasadoherty My love ❤

Chinamcclain ship, ship, ship @dylanplayfair1 @thecameronboyce @sofiacarson

Thecameronboyce the feels!

Kennyortegablog guess I can add match maker

A trade off for @societyslostone, who drew an icon for me! (Shout out to the anon who sent the request and giving me free range on the ship lol)

(Shance. Canon Universe)

Lance watched with tired eyes as Shiro repeatedly paced the small length of the cell. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Over and over and over as if that movement, now the product of muscle memory, could free the two.

Lance knew Shiro felt guilty. The two had been fighting off a crowd of Galra. Both were holding their own fairly well, but one particular solider slid in behind Shiro and swung a giant hammer down onto the older paladin’s back. Shiro crumpled under the weight of the weapon, but he remained awake.

For a moment, Lance had frozen, but when he locked eyes with Shiro’s and Shiro gave a slight shake of the head, he snapped.

For two minutes, the only sounds were Lance’s Bayard firing off and bodies dropping to the floor. He had cleared a path to Shiro, but only seconds after he has dropped to his knees beside the black paladin, the two became surrounded by another mass of Galra.

Neither had to say a word to know they were going to surrender, and only minutes later, the two were tossed into a small cell without their helmets, without any way of communicating to the others.

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Strip Poker || Jughead Jones

Prompt from @jughead-babe: I know this has nothing to do with juggie, but I would really like to see a imagine where Jug and the girl are playing strip poker, I think it would be cute

A/N: I don’t know the rules of poker and I’ve never played it before so I hope I did this prompt justice!

Gif by @dailycwriverdale

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You looked up from your laptop and groaned.

“Okay, that’s it,” you said as you slammed your laptop shut.

Jughead looked up at you from his computer.

“I need a break. If I read one more article about Jason Blossom’s death, I’m going to scream.”

Your boyfriend of a year chuckled. The two of you had been researching theories and reviewing evidence regarding the death of Cheryl’s twin for the past six hours now for Jughead’s novel. You were exhausted.

“I guess you’re right,” Jughead said as he closed his laptop and gave you his full attention.

“What do you suggest?” he asked.

You shrugged and looked around your room, waiting for something to pop out at you. A board game, a video game, something. Then you spotted a deck of cards and your eyes widened.

“Strip poker!” you blurted out.

Jughead rose his eyebrows at your statement.

“I’m sorry?”

You beamed and quickly got up, rushing over to your desk and grabbing the cards. You turned to face the raven-haired teen, a wolfish smile on your face.

“Yeah, no.” Jughead said, opening his laptop again.

You frowned.

“Oh, come on, Jughead!”

Jughead shook his head, keeping his eyes fixated on the screen.

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before!” you protested.

Jughead swallowed and his cheeks became bright red.

“Please?” you pleaded.

The teenage boy sighed and closed his laptop again.

“Alright, fine! Fine!” he said, giving in.

You smiled.

This was going to be fun.

The game had progressed and Jughead was down to just his boxers while you still had your underpants, jeans, bra, and shirt on. Jughead smiled when he saw that his cards outranked yours and you sighed, knowing you had lost that round.

“Alright then.” you said as you got up and pulled off your shirt, exposing your black bra. 

Jughead swallowed as he looked at you, his Adam’s apple bobbing. You smirked at him as you threw your shirt aside.

“Got a good look?” you teased.

Jughead’s face flushed red.

“I-I, uh-I—“ he began, but your giggling cut him off.

Despite having dated each other for a year, you couldn’t believe that you could still make Jughead Jones III speechless. It made you proud.

“I’m teasing you, Juggie.”

Jughead smiled shyly.

“Alright, next round.” You said as you started to gather up all the cards.

Jughead’s eyes widened.

“What? Again?” he asked.

You grinned.

“This is just getting interesting.” you said as you started to deal again.

Jughead sat back in his chair and sighed. He had one piece of clothing left. You had three. He needed to win.

Were you bluffing?

Jughead couldn’t tell. He looked for any sign you were lying about your cards, but you had the best poker face he had ever seen. He had also been successful so far, winning the last round which made you shed your jeans. Now the two of you were clad in your underwear, the next round either forcing Jughead to take his boxers off or forcing you to take off your bra.

Jughead smirked as he looked down at his cards. He was going to win.

“What do you have?” you asked the teen.

Jughead smiled cockily as he laid down his cards.

“Straight. In diamonds.” he smirked.

You clucked your tongue.

“You’re good, Juggie,” you said.

A cheshire grin spread onto your face.

“But… You’re just not good enough,” she said.

Your boyfriend’s smile fell from his face. You showed him your cards.

“A royal flush,” you stated as you threw your cards down on the table, leaning back in your chair.

“Now take it off.” you said cockily.

Jughead gulped as he got up, hooking his thumbs under the waistband. He was about to pull it down when your bedroom door opened, revealing Veronica.

“Hey, Y/N, your mom let me—whoa! Sorry!” she exclaimed, quickly covering her eyes.

You and Jughead sprung up, grabbing your crumpled up clothes and using them as covers for your bodies.

“I-It’s not what it looks like!” you said, beet red.

“Actually, it kinda is what it looks like.” Jughead mumbled as he butt in.

You scowled at him.

“I-I’m just going to leave. Yeah. Okay. I’m going to leave. Um, I’ll text you later, Y/N!” Veronica called as she speed walked out of the room.

When the front door closed signaling Veronica’s departure, you and Jughead started laughing hysterically.

“Her face!”

“Oh God, I feel so bad! We scarred her for life!”

The two of you continued laughing until your stomachs hurt and tears were leaking out of your eyes.

Jughead thought that maybe, just maybe, strip poker wasn’t so bad after all.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! Send me feedback!

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Copacetic

Post Craig’s Good Ending. Smashley accepts an invite to a cul-de-sac get together, eager to finally meet the person who’s taken her vacated spot in Craig’s heart. Craig x Dadsona ft. Hugo x Damien. ~2k.

A/N: The mildest of spoilers for Craig’s route. Entirely inspired by @mythicalmodernity‘s theories about college!Craig-MC-Ashley.


D/N = Dadsona’s Name

Joseph’s yard was already bustling by the time Ashley pulled up at the end of the drive. As soon as she climbed out of the car Briar and Hazel came bounding up to her; each was gabbling over the other as they jumped into her arms and she tried not to drop them.

“Woah woah, girls! Come on, you know I’m not your father, I can’t bench press you both.”

They let go, and she knelt down to pull them into a bear hug. It had barely been two weeks since she’d seen them last, but they were still in that stage where they were growing almost before her eyes.

“Now girls, mom’s had a long drive and needs to take advantage of Mr. Christansen’s excellent grillmanship, but after that you gotta catch me up on all the gossip, yeah?”

“Ernest’s dad and Lucien’s dad have been going on dates!” Hazel burst out. Clearly she’d been waiting a long time to break that news to someone new.

Briar hit her sister on the arm, “Shhh, we’re not supposed to know about that!”

“But they’re so obvious about it!” Hazel said indignantly. Ashley scanned the crowd and spotted Hugo and Damien by the food table. They were, indeed, cosied up rather more intimately than she was used to seeing from them.

She grinned and ruffled Hazel’s hair, “If they tell me I’ll act surprised. Maybe you should too, huh? Now where’s your dad and your sister? I should say hi before I dive into the snacks.”

Briar pointed over the opposite side of the yard where Craig was deep in conversation with another man. They were laughing about something, but even from a distance Ashley could see something in Craig’s smile that went deeper than some funny joke.

She pulled her girls in close, “So is that him? Your dad’s new friend?”

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Circus

Part 6:

Show time was as hectic as ever.
Keith tried to concentrate on ruining around after Allura rarther then his kiss with Lance.
However when she told him to go sell snacks in the stands, Keith found himself once again alone with his thoughts.
His thoughts of Lance and what he longed to do to him.
Keith shook his head trying to clear his head.
“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages! Welcome to the Voltron circus!”
The crowds cheered as Allura began to introduce Shiro the first act.
Keith smiled as he watched the older man chained up and suspended off the ground in a straight jacket.
He had never actually been the the circus as a kid, and since joining he had always been backstage only seeing the acts from behind the curtain and never from the view of the audience.
To be honest they were all amazing.
Shiro with his quick escape attempt the chains falling to the ground only seconds before the straight jacket.
Hunk with how he engaged with the audience having two rather large men join him and sit on a log which he then lifted above his head.
Allura with how fearlessly she swung from the trapeze with Lance, the two of them looking to fly through the air.
And of course Lance himself.
How beautiful and graceful he was as he played and flirted with the crowds.
How his gaze seemed to hold Keith’s linger and longer with every turn of the silk.
Keith couldn’t stop staring after him.
It wasn’t until a costumer cleared his throat.
“Oh.. sorry what did you want again?” Keith asked with a start staring down at his cart of roasted nuts, popcorn, candy apples and lemonade.
“Allura, I said I’m a friend of Allura and would like to know where I can find her after the show.”
Keith looked the man up and down, he looked rich, his black jacket alone proberly cost more then everything keith owns, his pants were pressed and his shiny shoes didn’t have a speck of dirt on them despite the dirt all around them.
He had long white hair so like Allura’s that Keith wouldn’t of been surprised if it turned out they were related.
“Erm…” Keith looked at the line behind him and knew he couldn’t drop what he was doing to escort him…
He did say he was a friend of Allura.
“Erm… just go round back and you should see her through the curtain.”
The man smiled at him, picking up a bag of nuts and handing over few bills.
“Thanks, keep the change.” He winked as he quickly made his way towards the backstage.
Keith couldn’t shake the feeling that he had done something wrong, but considering the size of his line he really didn’t have time to worry about it.

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“Oh Allura be reasonable.”
Keith had just managed to get away and had gone backstage in search of Allura or Pidge to see if they needed his help with anything.
“I am being reasonable! You come into my circus and demand to take one of my performers!” Keith cringed.
Never before had be heard Allura sound so angry, so filled with primal rage that it made him shudder.
“I offered you more then generous compensation for him, after all what good does a little run away do you?”
Run away?
Keith’s heart began to speed up, he had ran away from home after his dad found out he was gay and was preparing to send him to a hospital.
Was this guy here for him?
But why?
Did his dad put out a reward, if that were the case why not take him before.
“And I told you Lance is not for sale!”
No…
Oh no.
Keith almost wished it was him he was after just so it wouldn’t be Lance.
“You know he belongs to me.” The man kept his voice terrifyingly low and calm.
“And you know Lotor that slavery is illegal!”
Lotor, Keith assumed his name was merely chuckled “oh sweet little Allura, we both know that’s not what Lance is to me. You know he’s my pet.”
Something inside Keith snapped as he ran forwards and would of decked Lotor.
However somone beat him to it.
And boy was Keith glad they did.
Hunk stood over Lotor practically growling “you don’t touch him! YOU DON’T GO NEAR MY BROTHER DO YOU UNDERSTAND!” He screamed looking like he was ready for another swing.
Lotor looked up in shock for a moment as blood flowed from his nose.
“I-I see the attack dog is still around” Lotor attempted to keep his composure but it was clear he was losing it. He stood up his hands shaking slightly.
“I think it’s time you leave.” Keith finally spoke breaking the tension.
He spotted Keith and seemed to weigh out his options.
He was outnumbered and out muscled.
“Very well, i shall take my leave. Lotor struggled to his feet, no one moving to help him.
“But know this Allura, there will be consequences for what happened here today, and you shall pay.”
Soon as he was gone Allura punched the wall and screamed in frustration.
“That slimy bastard! I want to kill him! I want to tear him apart and leave his body for the rats!”
“Allura… not now” Hunk spoke gently as he moved to one of the barrels usually filled with water or animal feed.
This one however contained Lance.
He was pale and shaking with tears falling down his cheeks.
As gently as one may carry a kitten, Hunk picked Lance up into his strong arms and held him close.
Lance didn’t cuddle into his chest like Keith had always seen him do.
Instead he stared into the distance shaking and crying.
It was then that Keith realised he could never hate anyone as much as he hated Lotor right now.

The strongest talon

Description: the batsis goes missing after a mission and several years later a talon with similar qualities attacks the batfam.
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Y/n is Bruce Wayne’s adopte d daughter and is the middle child of the family. Your brothers always looked out for you and you were a vigilante just like them. You were y/sh/n and one of the most feared heroes in Gotham. After all, being trained by the world’s greatest detective, his acrobatic son, an extremely talented marksman, a brilliant hacker and a tiny assassin, tend to make a strong fighter.

One night, there were multiple murders happening across the city and you had a lead to follow. Your family said to not go alone but you ignored them, too intent on catching the murderer.

Your tracker had been on the map one minute, and was gone the next. Everyone went to your last known location but couldn’t find anything. It was like you had vanished. They worked for weeks, trying to find you but there was nothing to be found.

Until the video had been sent.

It showed you tied to a chair, bleeding and crying. It scared the boys, since you almost never cry. But what scared them even more, was your face. You were normally hopeful and optimistic, a constant energy source. Now, you looked like you had lost all hope and had given up.

A masked man appeared on the screen and walked behind you, making you tense up in fear. “Hello Batman, it seems we caught one of your little brats. She was such an interesting thing when we first got her, but now she’s boring and all used up. And we all know what we do with things that’re all used up.” The man said as he put a knife on your throat.

The boys were all watching this in the cave, and there were multiple outcries of many emotions. They saw the man drag his knife in a long line across your neck, creating a thick line of blood.

Alfred almost had a heart attack. He couldn’t believe that he had lost another one. Dick broke down in tears and grabbed onto whatever he could to keep from collapsing. He had seen his family and so many friends die, it wasn’t fair that the world had to take you too. Tim was frozen in shock for a moment before he broke down too. He kept blaming himself, thinking that if he had done more he could’ve saved you.

Jason was yelling and trying to get the others into motion. It was bad enough that you were dead, but were they all going to stay here when they could find the men who did this to you and end them? He sure as hell wasn’t. Even Damian, who had already seen so much death and darkness in the world, fell to his knees and sobbed. You were the kindest out of all of his siblings and had helped him have a somewhat normal childhood. It wasn’t fair that this cruel world had taken you too.

But out of all of them, it was the hardest on Bruce. He had already lost his parents, and two of his sons (even though they came back). Now he had lost his daughter, the only one who could keep him sane. The only one who could keep all of them sane.

You had been their anchor, trying to make sure they didn’t go over the edge. You had been their foundation and now you were gone. You had died alone and scared, and had already accepted that they wouldn’t be there to save you. The fact that you knew this, made it all worse.

Losing you, made them all lose a piece of themselves.
**** 3 years later

It was the anniversary of y/n’s death and it was the one time each year that they got together and managed to get along, for your sake. They had never found the men who had killed you. They too had vanished.

They were all sitting in the living room, trying to remember you as best as they could and not blame each other for your death. Suddenly, the house lost power.

This never happens in the Wayne household, with their backup generator and the backup backup generator, so they all were immediately on their feet and ready for an attack.

The window next to Jason was smashed in, and they all saw the tall man get taken down by a shadow. Jason managed to get away and swung at the figure. It ducked beneath his fist and issued a few short jabs to his chest, in all the right pressure points to make him lose his breath.

While Jason was trying to recover, the figure kicked him in the stomach, sending him back a few paces. The figure turned to the rest of the family and they saw the armor and realized two things.

One, it was a girl. Two, it was an assassin from the court of owls, a talon. She faced the others and spoke, her mask not muffling any words.

“Bruce Wayne and his wards, you have all been judged unworthy by the court of owls and therefore have been sentenced to die.” She said.

Damian growled. “Prepare to die again, scum!” He launched himself at the Talon and was thrown to the floor. He turned around immediately and tried to land a hit but she kept blocking and dodging all his blows.

Tim and Dick tried to attack from behind, but she managed to do a strangely familiar move that swiped their legs out from beneath them. The talon grabbed Tim by the neck and started to squeeze. Tim gasped and tried to get out of her grasp but she had an iron grip.

“Hey! No one messes with the replacement, except for me!” Jason yelled as he tried to punch the talon’s face. The talon bent completely backwards and somehow got Tim in the path of Jason’s fist, while simultaneously kicking the older man.

Dick recognized the move. He had made it up his third year of being Robin, and had taught it to only a select few. It was too hard to replicate, unless you had someone to show you which bones to dislocate and at what time in the maneuver.

“Dick! Damian! You know what to do!” Bruce yelled as he entered the fight. Damian tackled the talon by the legs while Dick restrained their upper body and arms. They both knew the only way to stop a Talon was through decapitation (thanks to its ability to pop bones back into place and that they don’t feel pain).

The Talon merely laughed and elbowed Dick right between the ribs, loosening his hold enough to get away. She backed herself against the wall, eliminating any attacks from behind.

“You should all be honored. The court made sure to give you a challenge when they killed you. I was trained specifically for your skill sets and training. Where all my brethren have failed and been cut down, I will rise for I am the strongest Talon.” She laughed.

Jason growled. “Good thing you’re already dead, this way B won’t be on my ass about shooting you.” He said as he pulled his gun out. Damian was close behind him with his katana. They all had managed to grab their weapons from the hiding spots and were trying to surround you.

The Talon laughed maniacally again. Jason’s eye twitched. The laugh sounded familiar but it couldn’t be…

“On the contrary, Mr. Todd. I’m very much alive. I am the only true surviving Talon. All my brothers and sisters have been dead for quite some time now. The only question that remains now is if the great and terrifying batman is willing to break his moral code to save his family.”

A/n: I want to make a part two but I don’t think it’d be that good because all my second parts suck. Just comment and let me know if you want it.

10 more minutes.

Pairing: taehyung x reader 

Genre: fluff, one shot, tiny smut (does it even count? lol) 

Word Count: 1.8k

a/n:  just felt like writing a little cute one shot because i’ve been gone for a while and taehyung looks so cute yet hot in the morning.. i don’t even know how he does it, he’s not human or something bc look at him. thanks for sticking around and thank you so much for reading :) 


“Lay with me a bit longer.” You hear Taehyung mumble behind you in his groggy morning voice. He stretches out his arm and grabs your t-shirt then tugs it gently. You were sitting at the edge of the bed staring at the time on the clock realizing you had overslept yet again. You could hear the noise of traffic down below and the chirping songs of the early birds outside your window. This morning you weren’t alone. 

It was funny and adorable how quickly Tae realized you weren’t by his side or in his arms anymore. You turn around and smile at him. His eyes were closed and his mouth was bent into a frown his long body sprawled out under the covers now in the spot where you were once laying. Taehyung wasn’t a morning person and he was usually a heavy sleeper but this past week he had been waking up every morning begging you to not go like a child. He was still tugging on your shirt half awake half asleep. 

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Human

Originally posted by harryesque

Hi!! so I submitted this to @17-blackaf a while back, but I thought I would post it on here. This is one of my favorite pieces I've written, so hopefully, you enjoy :)

solo!harry (lol)

warnings: themes of loneliness. fluffy though. 

word count: 1,663

summary: Harry is feeling out of place with the band going on hiatus but Y/N helps him see clearly


From the outside looking in, you’d assume nothing but the best was going on in Harry’s life. He was so positive and so cheerful, a smile constantly spread across his face. He loved talking to people, he loved helping people, and he just seemed to love life. Though he lived a lavish yet domestic life, every aspect of him was imperfect in the most human way possible. She was convinced that that was exactly what everyone had fallen for, the simple human qualities that the rest of the world’s population seemed to be lacking. He had feelings that he wasn’t afraid to feel, he cared for other humans, and he believed that everyone was an equal. Something about genuine appreciation for life and for others seemed like such a rare occurrence in the world we live in, and as sad as admitting that is, she was drawn to his bright light.

She had noticed things weren’t all right within him a long time ago. She simply ignored his constant, and sometimes silent, variations of I’m okay to make sure that he knew that she cared. It almost seemed like he didn’t want her help; constantly busy helping everyone else. For a short time, he even had her convinced that he was in fact, stable and sane. But everyone knows that is impossible. Even Harry.

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