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Celebrity Pretend Relationship AU: Three Arguments

Their first fight is about craft services. He takes the last of the hot water that she wanted for tea, and she chases him down to give him lecture about the importance of her cuppa. He gives her an odd look, squeezing lemon–and just lemon!–into the styrofoam cup, like he’s taunting her.

“They can boil more water for you,” he says evenly. 

“That’s not the point,” she huffs, put off by his lack of anger at her confrontation.

Cassian leans in, closing in on her personal space, and he almost jerks away until she remembers there are eyes on her. “Remember, we’re supposed to be pretending to fall in love on set,” he says. “This doesn’t look good.” 

She grits back, “It’s a enemies to lovers thing then. People love that shit.”

He pulls back, but then reaches out and caresses her face, leaving her reeling in surprise. “If that’s how you want to play it.”

She finds a Starbucks instead and sucks down a skinny vanilla latte, still fuming, her cheeks still burning.


The second time they butt heads is off set.

“You lied to me!” she says at the entrance of his house in the Hills.  

“You’re drunk,” he says tiredly, rubbing his eyes. “I’ve seen this before.” But she’s not drunk, and he knows that.

They’ve been fake dating for three weeks now, except it would seem that Cassian forgot about that part and was photographed kissing another woman during a hike earlier this afternoon.

“When you said to Bodhi that you couldn’t do join me for this charity drive this afternoon because you were feeling ill, you were, in fact, making out with yet another twenty-five year old at a dog park!” 

“I was getting some air. I ran into an old girlfriend.”

“And found her tongue in your mouth?”

Even the crickets grow quiet at the pitch of Jyn’s anger. 

“Are you jealous?” he asks incredulously, and sees her face shift from rage to shock to disdain.

“You humiliated me,” she says. “It doesn’t matter that this is fake. It’s real to everyone else. And when this gets into the tabloids, it’ll humiliate me again and again until this contract is over.”

“Come inside,” he tells her. “If we’re going to do this, let’s not draw more attention to it.”

She’s still furious, but she walks into his house.

“The event was important to me, Cassian. And you being there could have given it a lot more attention. And instead, all people are going to talk about when they talk about me tomorrow is not the charity work that I do, but that my fake boyfriend cheated on me.”

He hangs his head because he was in the wrong. “I’m sorry, Jyn.” 

But she’s still burning, her green eyes almost black with rage.

“How do I make this up to you?’ He’s thinking maybe another charity event to make up for this, maybe dinner, a show of outward affection that can be leaked to the press–maybe her trailer full of flowers, but she surprises him again.

“Don’t think you can just talk your way out of this,” she says, and she leaves, slamming the door shut behind her.


The third time they get into a fight, he’s the one who’s angry.

They’re in the middle of an intense scene, one of the most intense in the movie, and the room they are in is intimate and small. Their characters–Laura and Javier, are in the middle of an argument, and the tension between them is high. On the fifth take, when Javier is jabbing his finger into Laura’s chest, screaming, Jyn goes rogue and flies off script. She makes Laura push Cassian’s Javier into a wall, and just when Cassian is trying to get back on script and roll with the punches, he feels her hands slide up his back under his shirt and her mouth hot and wet against his. She pulls away then, eyes gleaming, then continues with her lines as though nothing was different from the previous four times they had done this scene.

Draven’s cut sends Cassian into a fury, and he drags her by the arm off the set for a talk.

“What the hell was that?”

She smirks at him. “I was improvising. Draven said I should go with it if I found something I thought might work.” Jyn throws a look back at their director who apparently was happy with the take. “He said he hired me because I was good at that kind of thing. Seems like he was right.”

“That was unprofessional of you, Jyn!” Cassian seethes.

“Mr. By-the-Book angry?” she says, taunting him about his reputation for perfectionism on the set, for being stringent in his interpretation of his roles.

“If you want to improvise, you talk to me first! You don’t just do it!” 

“Don’t be such a stick in the mud, Cassian. It tarnishes your playboy reputation.” She says it with an edge, and he wonders if this is revenge for the way he had embarrassed her weeks ago. 

“I’ve been in this industry since I was six years old,” he says. “Don’t think I don’t know how to do my job.” When she tries to leave, he turns heel and blocks her way. “You want to try something different, just talk to me next time.

“Would you have agreed with what I did?” she says boldly, and she hits on something.

“No,” he says, but not for the reason you think.

“Oh, this should be rich.”

“I don’t like how you played that scene because I don’t like the idea of violence being … sexy like that. You sell the idea that fights like these are foreplay and it sends a bad message. I don’t want that normalized. I don’t think it’s a good choice, even if it feels like it might be for that scene or for those characters. It feels irresponsible. It’s not the kind of movie I want to make.”

Cassian watches Jyn’s face, expecting more anger that he questioned her choices, but there’s something soft that flits across her expression and in the way she blinks at him rapidly. The way she looks at him makes his chest suddenly feel tight, and he takes a step back and takes a breath. 

“Ok,” she says, nodding more to herself than to him. “I’m … glad you explained yourself.” She looks up. “And I’m sorry. Let’s me talk to Draven. We’ll shoot the scene again.” She walks off then, determination in each step.

He watches her go, anger turning to confusion turning to respect, then turning to something new that he can’t quite name yet, something slow and warm, something that he feels like has been creeping up on him so gradually that it had itself wrapped around his heart before he even realized it was already there.

anonymous asked:

Kirishima saying I love you for the first time. Scenario

I very much hope I could write it well enough and that you’re going to like it!

Actually, Kirishima meant to say it in a more romantic setting. For example when he takes them out to a nice date or they watch the sunset or while they are both happily hugging each other.

Instead, he finds himself blurting it out when he’s sitting on the couch with his partner, laughing at something they say, while they prod him with sock covered feet and he can see a small hole in the fabric at their heels.

They look so happy and relaxed, so at ease and pressed close to his. His chest feels warm and too small all of a sudden, overflowing with affection and he just wants to hug them and kiss them silly.

“I love you.” He finds himself saying, trying to express everything he feels.

His partner pauses, their eyes wide in surprise and while Kirishima feels a bit self-conscious for a second, he doesn’t take it back. He means it.

Instead, he disentangles their legs and scoots closer to them. “I love you.”

His partner beings to grin a second later and they pull him towards them, at the same time as he moves to hug them. Kirishima kisses their cheeks and nose, the corners of their mouth and they both can’t stop grinning when their lips meet.

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The next time Dean sees Cas, he says his name and kisses him. Sam crosses his arms and smiles.

Sam pulls Dean back enough to allow Lucifer’s son to get close. He’s leaning over looking at Castiel’s lifeless body with a sadness in his eyes. 

“Can you save him?” Dean demands pulling away from Sam. “He believed in you did all of this to protect you! Please. Please save him.” Dean does not like to beg but this is for Cas. 

Jack looks from Dean to Sam and tilts his head in a way that reminds Dean of Castiel when he doesn’t understand something. Then to the surprise of the Winchesters, Jack kneels down next to Castiel and speaks in a voice unsure of itself, “Love.” With that single word he lays his hand on Castiel’s forehead and soon Castiel and Jack are engulfed in blinding gold light that forces the Winchesters to back away and cover their eyes. 

The light fades after a few minutes but Dean can’t bring himself to look back. He’s so afraid Jack failed and Castiel is still dead. But a hand grabs him and he looks down to find Jack who whispers, “Love,” once more pointing back to where Castiel was lying. Jack lets go and nudges Dean before backing away next to Sam. 

Dean approaches Cas who is still on the ground eyes closed. The scorch marks from Cas’ broken wings have vanished but Castiel remains unmoved. Dean drops to his knees and reaches for Cas’ hand and in that moment Cas shoots up to a seating position and takes a gasp of air. Not because he needs to but he wants to feel his vessel’s lungs work just to prove he’s alive. “C..c..cas?” Castiel turns to find Dean on his knees beside him looking pained but a slight hope in his eyes. Castiel will never get tired of looking at Dean Winchester or his beautiful soul. “Hello Dean,” slips from his mouth and the relief that washes over Dean lets Castiel know it was the perfect thing to say. 

“Cas!” Before Castiel can move Dean has Cas’ face cradled in his hands and presses his lips to Cas’. Castiel has limited experience but he eagerly returns the kiss wrapping his arms around Dean. Something warm falls on Cas’ cheek and he pulls away to see Dean’s eyes filled with tears, “Don’t you ever leave me again Castiel! I c..can’t lose you.”

Meanwhile, Sam stands back arms crossed watching his brother finally take the leap he’s been running from for years. Sam turns to Jack who is watching Dean and Castiel with awe, “That’s love, Jack.” Jack smiles with a nod repeating the word that brought Cas back to life, “Love.”

“...Right In.”

Requested by an anon. A cutie. 

Originally posted by omsee

The only way the guys could desribe the two of you was, made for each other. You’d fight one day and flirt the next. All of them were tired of you two playing like you weren’t at all in love each other. Everyone could tell. And when I say everyone, I mean everyone. Even people you guys didn’t know could tell just by looking at the two of you.

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anonymous asked:

fun fact: i have a frame in my home where it's the photo that came with the frame. no one in my family knows who the people are and no one asks when they come over. it's really not that deep that there's the same 1 family photo of louis holding freddie in their home

sjhakhsjkas you’re amazing I want to be your friend 

Anonymous said to shadyshit91:Hi im just here to remind everyone that social media doesn’t mean poop unless it’s picked up and until the headline drops everyone will act the same - hp anon

Ding ding 

Anonymous said to shadyshit91:Someone: The twins snapchatted the only family pic they have with freddie because they saw him only one time for ten minutes. Me: Wow, it’s ending.

hsjkahsjka ME 

Anonymous said to shadyshit91:That anon doesn’t worry me, for some reason i think a lot of louis’ extended family think he’s actually a father, and thats why they took that family photo ¯\_(ツ)_/

Also this 

anonymous asked:

ToT for Okita-san: Did you know right away that Kaoru was a male? If so, how did you know?

“Maybe not right away,” says Okita. “But based on the way he was acting the first couple times we met, I knew something was off about him, so I started looking at him a little more closely. And that’s when I noticed…” He points at his throat, grinning. “There are some things crossdressing and makeup can’t hide. You can pad a dress all you like, pitch your voice as high as you can, act as feminine as you want, but your body will always give you away in the end. He’s just lucky every other man in Kyoto is apparently an idiot.”

Eric Harris cheating imagine Part 6

This is the part without non-consent!

!Warnings!: naked female/clothed male

Have fun with the way you chose!

“I brought you water.”

You heard Eric say close to your ear but you didn’t turn around to look at him.

“Go away.”

You said quietly and snuffled. You heard as he sat the glass to his nearby desk and jerked when you felt his hand touch your arm. His fingers traced softly over your skin.

“You’re dirty.”

Eric mumbled, observing your body. You really were dirty. Rain had soaked your dress, you had crawled through a field and had been pressed to the floor numerous times. He seemed not to have noticed until now, to busy with kidnapping you. You heard as he opened the door and disappeared again but this time he wasn’t gone for long. A few minutes later he returned and this time you turned around, immediately spotting the cable ties in his hands. You desperately retreated to the wall as much as you could.


Eric said quickly but his voice unlike before was gentle now, still strict but gentle. He crossed the space between the both of you and reached out. You thought he’d hit you but were surprised as he reached out to loosen one of the ropes around your hand. You relaxed your muscles a bit and stopped tensing, maybe submitting was the best thing to do by now. Your hand was free and you immediately pulled it flush against your chest, watching as he freed your other hand as well and then your feet. He came to stand beside the bed, looking at you, his thumb grazed over the red imprints the cable ties had left.

“Tell me when I make them too tight. I don’t want to hurt you again.”

He said as he wrapped the cable ties around your wrists and you nodded, wincing when they got too tight. Eric immediately stopped. You were still confused, where did this sudden gentleness come from?

“I’m sorry for that but I can’t risk you running away.”

He said and as delusional as it sounded, he made it sound like a valid and serious concern. You ogled his nose, it was still very red and dried blood now stuck above his lip. He didn’t seem to mind it. It almost hurt you a bit to see him like that, knowing that you had hurt him.

“Try to hold on.”

Eric commanded suddenly and pulled you up in a sitting position before he picked you up and carried you bridal style. You dared to grasp his shoulder with both of your bound hands and stared at the ground as Eric carried you out of the room, up the stairs again and surpsrisingly into the bathroom. He carefully sat you down on the edge of the bathtub and you immediately noticed that it was filled with water.

“What are you doing?”

You asked with a shaky voice as you watched him kneelig down and checking the water with his hand. Eric stood up again and looked at you.

“We’re cleaning you.”

He said as nonchalantly as possible and reached out to take your dress off but you jumped up and retreated to the door, shaking your head.

“You’ll catch a cold in that damn thing.”

Eric tried to reason.

“I’ll gladly catch one.”

You spat and pressed your back against the door, ready to fight him.

“There’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Eric said and stepped forward, grasping the hem of your dress, you pushed his hands away with your bound ones but he caught yours in a second and reached out to grasp your dress again.

“Don’t make me cut it off of you.”

He threatened and you let him. This made no sense, you knew he’d get what he’d want and making it only difficult didn’t help you. You closed your eyes as he pulled the short black dress over your hips, stomach and breasts before pulling it over your head and letting it fall down so it caught in your bound hands, the cable ties preventing it from dropping to the floor. Eric pulled out the little pocketknife he always wore with him and held it in front of your face.

“Can I trust you?”

He asked and you nodded without hesitating, you just wanted to get those freaking cable ties off of you again. The knife easily cut through the plastic and you let out a relieved sigh as they slid off, together with your dress. You quickly wanted to move past him to the tub to prevent what you know would come but Eric held you back.


He said and you looked him deadly in the eye as you got rid of your underwear and dropped it to the floor as well, first your bra then your panties. To your surprise his eyes didn’t leave yours either. He just took your hand and lead you to the tub. All your muscles ached, the physical exhaustion showed itself only now. You tensed as he helped you lowering yourself in the hot water and sighed, your skin beginning to prickle comfortably. You layed down completely, and eased into the shape of the tub. Maybe Eric had been right and you did need that right now.

You watched as he knelt at the side of the tub and fetched a sponge, hanging above you. Was he serious? As if you couldn’t wash yourself. You shook your head but didn’t protest as he plunged it in next to you, soaking it with water. Your nakedness didn’t bother you anymore. He was right, there was nothing that he hadn’t seen before.

“Why are you treating me like this?”

You finally broke the silence as you watched him letting the soaked sponge glide form your shoulder over your arm down to your hand.

“You chose to ignore me than to talk to me. I don’t see any other way not to lose you.”

He mumbled, preoccupied with getting you clean. You watched him. The boy that always made you laugh, the boy that made you so many promises and awlays kept them, that boy that cared for you like no one else and it made your heart ache.

“You haven’t lost me Eric.”

You whispered and he stopped his movements shortly to look at you.

“But what exactly is your plan? You can’t hold me captive here forever, your parents wil come back, my parents will search for me sooner or later and you know that this is all true. I have to go to the police for this. How exactly do you think this will work?”

You asked already fearing that his answer would be as rational as his behaviour in the last hours.

“You’ll forgive me and won’t go to the police. We’ll be together again.”

Eric said and it almost made you cry. How could he be so delusional?

“But we won’t! So far you have cheated on my, lied to me, chased me, kidnapped me, bound me and hurt me.”

You counterd.

“I’ll be better. I’ll be a better man.”

He protested while rinsing of the dirt of your right hand. You looked at him, a genuine tear forming in the corner of your eye.

“You are okay just the way you are.”

You whispered and wiped away your tear.

“I know you don’t exactly mean the things that you do, you’re just chaotic. Your mind races and you don’t think things through.”

He didn’t say anything but kept on scrubbing you, carefully pressing the sponge against your knee where a small bruise had formed from when he had pushed you to the ground in front of the house.

“Do you hate me?”

Eric suddenly asked again as he sat back and wrung out the sponge.

“I love you Eric, no matter what, you could never make me hate you.”

You said and reached out with your hand to cup his cheek with a smile. Your thumb made little circling motions and Eric enveloped your hand, pressing it lightly.

“But you can never make me forgive your either.”

You said and retreated, away from him again and sunk back down into the water, turning to face the wall. These had been your last words and you wouldn’t go back on your word. Whatever happened in Eric’s imagination, the reality would never be part of it.

You didn’t look at him anymore and just heard as he sighed and stood up, draining the tub. You just felt his touch as he grasped you softly by the shoulders and pulled you up until you were able to stand. He handed you a towel, watching as you dried yourself before he yanked it away and wrapped you into a bigger white towel. He then again proceeded to pick you up with the towel around you to carry you again. You slung your arms around his neck this time, resting your head on his shoulder until he let you softly down on his bed. He hadn’t given you clothes and you didn’t bother to ask but just slipped under the blanket.

“I’ll take you home tomorrow. You are then free to go to the police of course.”

Eric said and you starred at him.

“Try to sleep a bit. Good night.”

You couldn’t find your words as he opened the door and closed it behind him again. The lock on the door clicking shut. You couldn’t stop to wonder, Eric would let you go?

what's a fire and how does it - what's the word? - burn

so i have this disney playlist i listen to usually when i’m driving and i was blasting poor unfortunate souls this morning and i was thinking

what if ariel didn’t sign the scroll?

because she’s about to, okay, and she looks at the paper. the parchment made of seaweed, the ones that’s specially treated to survive underwater. and she thinks of her cave of treasures, her books that remain perfectly preserved underwater. “no thank you,” she says slowly, becoming keenly aware of air of this place, of the not-people she’d seen who hadn’t been able to pay the price for sea witch’s bargain. “i – no. thank you. but no.”

ursula tries to convince her otherwise, but ariel runs. she goes back to her cave, destroyed as it was by her father’s anger, and thinks.

she’s the daughter of triton. her books never got wet, though she lives in the ocean. she feels a pull inside her, to the land, to somewhere else, but what if – what if –

what if she doesn’t need the sea witch or her father to perform magic for her? what if she has her own?

ursula had wanted her voice because that’s how she performed her magic. singing in this cave had given it powers and protection, and when she saved her prince from the sea – she sang then too, to keep him safe, to guide him back to life and away from death.

so she has magic. she only needs to figure out how to use it.

so that’s what ariel does now. she’s quiet and keeps to herself, and her father and sisters think that it’s because she’s upset with her father, that she’s busy licking her wounds. she’s moved on from that. she has no trident, and is uninterested with fueling her magic with the souls of the damned like ursula has. so she needs to figure something else out.

she does what she’s not supposed to do, and goes where she’s not supposed to go, slipping past the guards and patrols to the one place in the sea that is forbidden to all of them.

the crevice in the earth where what remains of her grandmother lives.

ariel goes to amphitrite, and the sea goddess is so much bigger than ariel, the size of great whale as she curls at the bottom of the sea floor, too old and too tired to do anything more than sleep. “granddaughter,” the great being croaks, opening an eye as blue and as unfathomable as the sea, “you look like me.”

“they say i look like my mother,” she says, and to herself adds: that’s why father can barely stand to look at me.

“you have more of me in you than your mother,” she says, and she shifts and pulls her mass of red hair over her shoulder. “more of me in you than your father does, even.”

“i have magic,” she says, pulling her bravery to the fore as she swims closer to her grandmother, “i want you to teach me how to use it.” amphitrite pushes herself up, and it’s the first time she’s moved in a millennia, and ariel notices for the first time that her grandmother isn’t a mermaid – she has legs.

she has legs.

“you have power,” amphitrite corrects fiercely, “and i will teach you to wield it.”

and so she does. ariel spends her nights by her grandmother, learning to harness the power of the sea that runs in her veins, and sleeps her days away while her sisters and flounder and sebastian grow more and more concerned, but she refuses to tell them why. she refuses to be stopped.

but her heart still aches. she fell in love with her prince, and she wants him still. so she swims to the edge, goes to the beach where his castle resides in the dead of night when her lessons with her grandmother are complete, and sings

. she’s careful not to let any magic leak through, only her voice. she does not want to enchant him. she wants him to love her as she is. so she sings, her voice clear and powerful and cutting through the air. she hopes he can hear it.

then one day a figure walks to the beach, and it’s him, her prince. “hello?” he calls out, “are you out there? are you – please, it was you that saved me, wasn’t it? won’t you come out and let me see you?”

so she does, waves her tail at him until he catches sight of her and takes hesitant, disbelieving steps closer.

“you’re a mermaid,” he says, eyes wide, “i thought i saw – but it couldn’t be.”

“i am, and it can,” she says, heart beating wildly in her chest. he’s just as handsome as she remembered, and she wants him just as much. “my name is ariel.”

“ariel,” he repeats, and pulls off his boots and goes wading into the water, watching her to see if she flinches away from him. she doesn’t, and his strides grow bolder. “my name is eric.”

“eric,” she whispers, and when he’s close enough he touches her, trailing fingers across the bare skin of her shoulder and tangling them in her hair.

when he kisses her, she feels powerful enough to undo the world.

so there’s that now, spending her nights with her grandmother and her prince, and she knows how to make her own legs now, could walk onto land and be made a queen among the two legged men.

but she’s a princess here first, and before she can do that she needs to take care of something.


the rotten sea witch with her rotten sea magic won’t be allowed to torment her people any longer.

she tells her grandmother, and amphitrite smiles and says, “an excellent decision, child. i’ve enjoyed our time together, but i think it’s time for me to sleep once more. i’ve taught you everything i can.”

and tears prick ariel’s eyes, but she holds them back. she knew that it couldn’t be forever, that her grandmother can’t die but no longer desires to live and this is the in-between.

“you’ll be an amazing queen,” amphitrite murmurs, and closes her eyes for a millennia more.

this isn’t something to be done in the dead of night, although it would be easier to do it then.

she will make a spectacle of it, she will remind the sea that her people are not to be trifled with.

once upon a time they feared a blue eyed, red haired sea queen with the power to destroy them all. it’s time for them to do so again.

so she drives ursula to the center of the city. her sisters cower and people hide, and her father comes rushing forward to save her.

“you’ve committed great crimes against my people,” she says, not flinching as lightning gathers in the sea witch’s hands, “so now shall a great crime be committed against you.”

“foolish girl,” the sea witch snarls.

triton is yelling. he won’t get there in time.

he doesn’t have to.

she doesn’t need to sing anymore. instead she lifts her hands and pulls ursula apart without ever touching her, not only renders flesh from bone but also sets free the souls she’s been hoarding, reverses the magic done to those who’d fallen into the sea witch’s trap.

they all stare at her, her people, her father, and her sisters. she looks to triton and says, “i’m not a little girl anymore.”

he opens his mouth, closes it again, then says, “i can see that.”

all at once everyone’s perceptions are turned sideways about their youngest princess. she commands a power that even her father doesn’t have access to, she’s not depressed and dreamy – she’s powerful young woman who knows exactly what she’s doing.

so she does what she wanted to do, she gives herself legs and steps onto the sand and launches herself into eric’s arms. she becomes his bride, and the rumors run rampant of what she is, of where she came from, but they can’t prove anything and so they rule.

they live long, happy lives. ariel is his consort, his advisor, his wife, his tactician, and his best friend. all those years reading drowned books have certainly paid off. she ages herself along with her husband, bears his children and then teaches them they ways of her – their – people.

her husband dies, and she disappears, like the stories of selkie women that everyone whispers around her. their children give their father a sea burial, and vow to see him again one day. what they know and none of their subjects do is this – their father’s body isn’t in that casket.

she returns to her ocean, her legs form into her glittering green tail, and she goes home. she uses her terribly powerful magic, and brings her husband with her. she went from princess ariel of the sea to queen ariel of the land, and now she’s back again.

she’s not quite a teenager, but neither is she the old woman she pretended to be on land. she’s returned her and her husband to the prime of their life, and as she gained legs to be with him, he now gives his up to be with her.

eric becomes a merman, and a prince by virtue of being ariel’s husband.

she returns to her family and her world without missing a beat, and they all welcome her as if she never left, treat her husband with kindness and respect.

because they all know.

it doesn’t matter that she’s the youngest. when, far in the future, triton’s reign ends –

ariel’s reign will begin.

OKAY BUT LIKE, now I need an entire MONTAGE of Magnus jumping out at people and saying his own name. Do you think Lup punched him in the face the first time he did that to her at close proximity. There’s gotta be at least ONCE when he tried to scare Taako while cooking and Taako threw an entire pot of boiling water in his direction before realizing what was happening. Lucretia drops her notebooks every time and gives him A Look and he sheepishly helps her pick them up. He swam up to Barry during a swimming lesson once and it took three hours to get Barry back into the water because “no Barry it wasn’t a shark it was just Magnus being an idiot and oh look is that Lup over there watching us yeah that’s what I thought.” Davenport tries to sneak farther away but Magnus finds him every time which is both reassuring and terrifying. Merle puked on Magnus once and now he doesn’t get “trained” as often.

How often do you think they try to scare him back.


Acting and photoshoots

BAFTA interview and Q & A with Benedict Cumberbatch. First question from the audience came at 33:33. ‘Considering all the different techniques and styles of acting out there, which one do you work with or choose…do you have a process?’

BC: ‘waffle - directors’ ‘waffle - homework’ ‘waffle - Meryl Streep’.   At 39:33: “Some directors, they want to position you. And they say wait, we’re just going to feel what this is like. It’s going to be lovely. Now, just put your left finger up, then there, there. No, no, there, there. And you’re like - this isn’t really…”

End of answer - 40:51

NHL!Bitty, Part VI -  ‘The Code’

Origin: From Samwell to Seattle | Pens!AU | Part I - Hug Check | Part II - Chirping |  Part III - Post-Season | Part IV - RPF | Part V - Dating | 

Eric’s teammates are protective of their highly-publicized rookie. Maybe a little too protective. So, when a closeted!Jack gets flirty and starts flustering Eric on the ice, his Schooner teammates conclude that Zimmermann must be harassing Eric and decide to act accordingly. Leaping to Eric’s defense: starting goalie Markus Bay and defenseman Carter Morin. 

(TW: hockey violence, little bit of blood, big ol’ misunderstandings)

“You seeing this?”

Morin slaps Markus on the shoulder and jerks a thumb toward Zimmermann, who is skating determined circles around Bittle. He stops stretching and watches the Falconers forward come close, say something to Eric, and skate away quickly. This happens twice, each time, Bittle flushes and looks upset, but seems to brush it off and go back to his warm-up drills.

“Do you know what he’s saying?” Markus asks, hoping for some kind of reasonable explaination.

“No, but, just watch, man.”

Zimmermann comes in close again, this time with Mashkov in tow, and Eric doesn’t flinch, but he does something, skating away quickly as the two Falconers laugh. Again, Bittle looks uncomfortable.

“Didn’t they play together?” Markus asks. “Why’s Zimmermann being a dick now?”

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Mystic Messenger 』 You’re Mine

“You may be the king, but I am the queen of your heart.”

That’s so cheesy, I’m sorry hahaha 8″D I’m inspired to draw this after reading my friends’ comment on my mmd where they look like fighting for dominance and since I like portraying MC as a strong woman in his route, I tried to make it look like she’s challenging him =u=

Speed paint
☆Do not edit and use my arts. No re-post on tumblr/twitter/ig.

The close up for their expression is under the cut~ withmessylines

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Redemption // Jeon Jungkook


the prompt: Jungkook scenario when your pregnant unplan baby he finds the test when you get home he starts yelling, blaming you throwing things,tells you to gtfo of his life with the baby saying fucked up things. So you leave Korea 3 year later you come back with your daughter and you guys see each other again he tries to win you back angst beginning but fluff ending?

words: 8942

category: heavy angst + fluff ending

author note: it’s time to see how good destinee’s character development skills are. also y/n didn’t leave, jungkook did. hope that’s okay. im so proud of myself for writing this?? I didn’t give up and I’m glad i didn’t. anyway, this took forever to write you can literally see my writing improve as you keep reading its kind of funny anyway let’s go!

- destinee

Originally posted by sugutie

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anonymous asked:

please write about watching him cuddle a pillow I will die

He looks peaceful, relaxed against the soft pillow and cushions of the white lounging couch, eyes closed and lips pursed as he slumbers away under the Mexican heat. The expanse of his back is exposed and you watch from where you sit at the edge of the pool as he breathes in and out, sleep completely taking over his body.

It’s the first time in a month that he gets to relax and take a few days for himself, after the extensive and seemingly never ending promotion of his new album. You’ve followed him along as you could but this small trip (part of his promotion but still a chance to steal a few days of rest) is the first time you can finally see him for more than five minutes between interviews or the half an hour before the two of you went to bed, after an intense day of work.

Harry’s skin, dotted with tattoos and a little mark here and there, is glistening in the sunshine and your fingers tingle to touch it, but you don’t want to interrupt his nap, not when you know he needs it so much.

Even though you know he loves the fast pace of his work and the interactions with old and new fans, you know there are moments where he needs to relax and recharge. In the last few years in the band, you saw him run himself ragged from all the touring, never ever taking time to just sit back and take a moment for himself, so you couldn’t help but worry once it all started again.

“When is his next appearance?” You ask Jeff, your legs submerged into the cold but pleasant water as your legs move back and forth slowly.

“He’s got a secret show in three days.” Your boyfriend’s friend and manager, tells you.

“I’m glad he gets a few days off.” You tell him, looking back at Harry - he’s sleeping soundly, unperturbed by the sounds of music and conversation around you and you can’t help feel your heart speed up when you see him squeezing a pillow against his side, nose burying into it just like he does with you when the two of you share a bed. 

“Yeah, he earned it.”

Lying back, sunglasses on your face and arms stretched against your sides, you enjoy the contrast between the coolness of the water in your legs and the heat of the sun on the rest of your body and you’re almost falling asleep when you feel the sunlight lightly burning on your skin.

Getting up, you head towards the couch where your boyfriend sleeps, reaching for the suncream that rests by his head with light hands to avoid disturbing him but it’s to no use. The second you grab the bottle, you’re facing the green of his eyes, puffy with sleep and shining brighter than ever against the sunlight.

“Go back to sleep.” You mumble, hand reaching down to brush against the apples of his cheek, his eyes squinting as he looks up at you.

With deep and scratchy voice, Harry answers you, one of his hands reaching up to hold your wrist, keeping your hand on him. “Where are yeh going?”

“Just gonna put on some more suncream.” Smiling, you kneel down, finger brushing against the bridge of his nose in a slow caress that make his sleepy eyes close as he leans on his pillow again, cheek smushed against it. “Did you put on yours? Can’t ruin your money maker.”

His shoulders shake as he giggles, eyes bright when he looks up at you, a smile on his lips. “M’ nose is my money maker? Not m’ voice?”

“Some would say, yeah.” You shrug, fighting a smirk and Harry turns to his back, a hand on his tummy as he laughs lightly.

“Mental…” He shakes his head, before turning towards you again, face just a few inches from yours. “I didn’t put any on.”

Shaking your head in disapproval, you stand up, tapping on his head until he lifts it up, giving you enough space to sit down and then his head is on your lap as he looks up at you. “Gonna put some on for you and then you’re gonna remember to put some more on later, okay?”

Humming, he closes his eyes and allows you to dot the white cream all over his face. WIth delicate fingers, you spread the cream all over his cheeks, chin, forehead and nose, slathering some down his neck and chest. “It’s like a facial. Wonderful.”

You giggle and continue on until the substance is nothing but a sticky and clear layer on his face and you watch as he relaxes against you, mouth opening slightly as sleep takes over him again. He’s hugging his pillow almost like a teddy bear and you can help but slide the fingers of your free hand into his hair, his bandana falling off and giving you a free path to work on scratching his scalp lightly.

He looks peaceful resting against you and try as you might, you can’t help but lean down and steal a quick kiss from his parted lips - they feel warm from the sun and they taste like the fruity drink he was having before his nap. Just as you’re about to pull away, you feel the weight of his hand against the back of your neck, holding you down as his lips part and allow his tongue to find yours. It’s a slow, sensual and toe curling kiss, where your tongues dance together to allow the both of you the best taste of each other, with slow gentle licks and teeth nipping on his full bottom lip as your hand slides down his chest, nails scratching against his tummy.

“Should put some more later.” He mumbles when you pull away with a gasp.

“What?” You ask, frowning at him. “Suncream?”

“Hmmm… no.” Harry smiles, pulling you down again. “Kisses. On my mouth.”

Laughing against his lips, you allow him to kiss you, distracting you from the heat of the sun and focusing on the heat of his tongue, that makes butterflies swarm your tummy and erase any worries from your mind.  

Friends Part 1

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1947

Warnings: Fluffy and angst

Thank you @amrita31199 for beta this for me you are amazing 

credits to the gif owner

You never felt so inadequate in your life, when you left the house for one of Tony’s parties . You felt beautiful in your black strapless dress and high heels.  But as soon as you arrived at the party, you felt your heart being shattered.

You see Bucky with a beautiful blonde in his arms , when he sees you he comes in your direction kissing your cheek and pulling you to a hug “Don’t you look beautiful?” He says staring into your eyes, you smile at him with your best fake smile“Well I tried, apparently not as hard as your date.” You say sounding bitter even if that is the last thing you wanted to be or sound like.

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He’s reading as she flits around the room getting ready for bed, he hasn’t read in a long time and is determined to get most of it read tonight, back propped up a bit as his long legs are spread across the mattress. He pays her no mind as she buzzes around the room, gaze not leaving the page as she crawls into bed next to him. He’s completely immersed in the words till she begins unbuttoning his shirt just a bit more.

She had gotten bored cuddled next to him moving instead to lay between his legs her elbows resting carefully on his hips while slender fingers trace over the two little birds. She’s not doing it for attention it’s just something she likes to do, trace them, his tattoos running her finger along the lines trying to feel a difference that isn’t there. He sneaks a glance looking to her face under the book, she’s not smiling or frowning her cheek smushed a bit as she rests her head in her free hand, she looks content it makes Harry feel funny he likes this just being in each other’s company not needing anything more than the comforts of each other’s presence … little does he know …

He returns to the words hand faltering as he turns the page, her nimble fingers cold against his stomach as she unbuttons the rest pushing it away with featherlight touches, she’s going for the butterfly, it’s her favorite one, she’s told him plenty of times before, that and the ferns she especially likes to trace with both hands mirroring the movements of one with the other across the identical ink.

She starts with the antenna to the right tracing the outing ending with the left antenna before running her fingers along the details of the middle. She too caught up with her tracing she doesn’t notice him setting down the book after dog earring the page, keeping his hands at his sides, it’s not hard just letting her do her thing biting at his plush bottom lip watching her touch him like he was some kinda work of art. She traced a finger down dragging it in a lazy circle around his belly bottom before weaving it through the course hairs crowing his boxers. His breathing has picked up a bit, something about the moment making his head swirl and blood begin to relocate.

She doesn’t know what she’s doing to him, starting at the rightmost part of the tattoo and tracing to the left, she feels it then as she shifts to have better access to the other branch, his growing cock, it’s been getting heavy and full with her touching, his lip is abused as he bites it to hold back the sounds. At the first feel she looks up at him shyly, “What’re yeh doin’ hmm?”

She looks back to where her finger is just starting the final tattoo, “I’m just touching you" she responds as her finger begins to move again. He doesn’t respond right away, letting her almost finish,

“Feels good”

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fairyflossed-bunnymilk  asked:

How about their reaction to their girl gettin all shy after doin the do and hiding her face in their chest or neck or something

Jin: Would probably continuously ask what’s wrong as he couldn’t help but smile at how cute you were being. When he finally got you to face him he’d do something cheesy like wink or push his lips together as if he was going to kiss you, trying to ease the tension of you becoming embarrassed, before bursting into laughter at himself.

Originally posted by yo-seokjin

Yoongi: Be a bit confused on why you were so embarrassed since it was already done and over with

Originally posted by jeonbase

Namjoon: As he felt your face attempting to bury its way into his chest I don’t think he’d say much, letting you as he kissed the top of your head. I don’t think he’d assume it was because you were embarrassed, thinking you just wanted him to stay close to you and he happy did.

Originally posted by jjilljj

Hoseok: I think he’d find it cute as well, tickling you until you looked up at him and begged him to stop while you laughed. Once he’d stop I feel like he’s that one guy that sorta just stares at you, thinking about how happy he is, and you just already know what he’s thinking because he says it so much.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jimin: Would start to wonder if you were regretting it already, continuously asking you about it until you looked up at him, blushing like crazy, “No….I didn’t hate it. It’s the opposite really….” Then he’d start to get embarrassed and omg he’d just sorta smile the more he thought about what just happened

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Taehyung: King of teasing you tbh. “Are you embarrassed because I _______? Or because you actually _____?” “Tae!” He’d just giggle a bunch, letting you snuggle up on him.

Originally posted by chimneytaels

Jungkook: If it was the first time anything had happened between the both of you I honestly think he’d have no idea what to do so he’d just sorta hold you there until you finally said something. His mind would probably be racing on whether or not this was a good sign

Originally posted by ken-z-the-aesthetic-queen

Bet || R.M.

Originally posted by alltimewolf

Word Count: 2095

Pairing: Ross!Reggie x reader

Summary: Chuck bets Reggie five hundred dollars to hook up with you, his tutor, and the outcome leaves you heartbroken.

Warnings: smut, fingering, cussing, unprotected sex, Reggie being a complete fuckboy, complete filth

Requested by anon:

“Hey Can you do a Reggie imagine where his bet that he couldn’t get the reader to go out with him. The reader is really pretty and awkward. So he tries and eventually falls in love with her. With a really fluffy ending. I know it’s cliché, haha.”

I kind of strayed off from the request, hope that’s okay! I might do a second part where it’s fluffier though!


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