just follow the sound of my voice

lup & taako...

-they are definitely identical twins
-saying things in complete synchronization to freak out the other five
-finishing each other’s sentences
-one-word inside jokes in weird voices, sometimes just a weird sound, leading to fits of uncontrollable laughter
-toto’s Africa blasting from their room followed by a dance party with bad moves
-“taako where did you put that skirt of mine you borrowed” “where did you put my eye shadow YOU borrowed?!!”
-sitting on and poking each other when one of them is trying to talk
-“…dipshit…” “YOUREthe dipshit”
-taako asking lup’s opinion on cute guys and she thinks all of them are ugly
-blasting each other with magic missile
-getting really drunk on lup’s magic fantasy margaritas in the pocket spa, magnus gets the drunkest
-getting really excited and grabbing each other by the hand
-goofy cute endearing nicknames and also awful ones full of cussing
-nose boops
-making ugly faces at each other for no reason
-kiss on the cheek whenever one of them goes on a long trip
-“well *you’re* ugly!!!!” (deadpan): “taako we’re identical”
-baking together, eating a ton of pastries then getting a sugar crash and napping together

podcasts wot i listen to

this is a rec list of sorts

okay, so, in the order i listened to them:

  1. welcome to night vale - everyone and their mother has heard of wtnv, it’s the first podcast most people listen to, and it is deserving of that fame! funny, creepy, weird, and great on representation, it is an exceedingly well written and thought out podcast. in case, for some inexplicable reason, you haven’t heard people banging on about it enough, it is in the format of a local radio show in the small desert town of night vale, where every conspiracy theory you’ve ever heard is true.
  2. the orbiting human circus (of the air) - ngl, this is my comfort podcast. it is the nicest sounding thing i’ve ever listened to. the way voices and music blend together creates a plethora of delights for the ears. the story of the first season follows julian, janitor of the eiffel tower, and tells weird and wonderful stories that are pure magic. the second season is a different story, but is just as beautiful.
  3. within the wires - the format for this one is so. clever. it had me hooked from the beginning to the end, and the writing and the way the story unfolds is genius. it is quite unsettling, but in a good way if that makes any sense. it is told in the format of relaxation cassettes addressed to you, the listener, in a medical facility.
  4. alice isn’t dead - okay, so, i’m not really a horror person, but alice isn’t dead is too good for that to matter. it features absolutely stellar acting from jasika nicole, and brilliant writing from joseph fink. it follows a truck driver as she journeys across america to find her missing wife, and encounters strange and horrific things along the way. 
  5. wolf 359 - this was my first non-night vale presents podcast, and boy did i like it! the characters are endearing and complex, the pacing of the story is perfection itself, and the soundtrack! hoo man, the soundtrack is awesome. the podcast follows the uss hephaestus station in orbit around the dwarf star wolf 359, and features crew antics, strange happenings, and feels.
  6. wooden overcoats - i have to be honest here, i love podcasts, but the us-centric nature of them made it really nice to find one made in the uk. as an english person, wooden overcoats was a refreshing touch of home. plus, it is very funny. it follows rudyard and antigone funn, funeral directors on the channel island of piffling, as they deal with the arrival of eric chapman, a new opposition to their monopoly on funerals.
  7. eos 10 - i love this podcast. i love it so much i can barely formulate words. it is funny, and heartwarming at times, with characters that i just want to bundle up and hug. it is about life in the medical section of space base eos 10, and details how the main characters deal with medical emergencies, addiction, deposed alien princes, and (alleged) terrorists.
  8. the penumbra podcast - another favourite! it has a great format, alternating stories about juno steel, a non-binary, bisexual, PI on mars, with other stories set in different locations, including but not limited to lesbian bandits in the old west and a disabled knight in a high fantasy setting. every episode is consistently stunning, and i guarantee you will fall head over heels for the characters.
  9. the bright sessions - you may have heard this summary before, but ‘superheroes go to therapy’ sums it up accurately. to be more precise, it follows the practice of dr joan bright, who provides ‘therapy for the strange and unusual’. the superheroes are known as ‘atypicals’ and the episodes detail how their powers affect their lives. it tackles themes of isolation, involuntary testing, ptsd, the difficulties of being a teenager and many others. the characters and acting are awesome!
  10. inkwyrm - this is an amateur podcast written and produced by high schoolers, and it. is. so. professional. the team have gone above and beyond to create an awesome podcast, with great characters! the voice-acting is really good and they’re great on lgbt+ representation. it follows the crew of inkwyrm magazine, an intergalactic fashion publication produced from a space station.
  11. marscorp - this is another one for my sorry english ass. the humour is very good, i have laughed out loud in several places! the setting is on point and i love the characters. (please, can i hug david knight?) it follows e.l. hobb, who is woken 400 years late from suspended animation and now has a degraded, sloppy first attempt at colonising mars to get into shape.
  12. alba salix, royal physician - so i only started this one today, but i’m loving it! i’m two episodes in and already know that the characters and worldbuilding are great. it’s clear the writers know their fantasy, as it effortlessly pokes fun at tropes of the genre. it’s laugh-out-loud funny and i can’t wait to listen to more. the podcast follows alba salix, physician to the king and queen as she deals with a helpful-to-the-point-of-annoyance fairy assistant and an apprentice who just wants to learn dark magic.
Lockers - Peter Parker

request -  hey, welcome to tumblr ! great username XD i was wondering if you could do a scenario where the reader was in the elevator then as spiderman pulls her up, she recognizes his voice then the next day, she confronts peter in at school, in an empty classroom and says she knows who he is and then hugs him out of nowhere and so much fluff ugh. thank you and i wish you the best with the blog !

a/n - i went through many different plots/settings with this fic so it took a while but, writing this was really fun. it sort of become rly super duper long so i apologize for that LOL and hopefully the fluff isn’t a flop like me but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!

The elevator began to shake even more, dropping one more time before I felt as if our fate was waiting for us down at the bottom floor. The broken glass made it hard to stand up, but what was even worse was that I was the only one left in the doomed elevator.

“Grab onto my hand!” The officer shouted at me, extending his arm to be the best way he could. I tried to desperately to reach it, but I couldn’t. The mix of adrenaline and fear had struck my body to the max.

“Sir, I-I can’t.” I cried, my heart breaking even more. Just then, the elevator went down another foot, and I felt my back press up against the tarnished wall. All I could hear was the harsh beat of my heart and the yells for help from the people up top.

“(Y/N) please! Try again!” I heard Liz yell from above. The situation had become to surreal to me that I almost became numb to it, with what could happen in a matter of seconds not scaring me as much as it should be.

Before I could register anything else, the sound of glass breaking snapped me back into reality. But surprisingly, it wasn’t from the elevator.

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Marichat ‘Cliche’ Balcony Make Out Scene

Take One: Romeo and Juliette

Here it is, special dedication for that anon who specifically hates cliche marichat balcony scenes. I wrote one at least. 

Tagging @baneismydragon who apparently has a throne of Marichat cliches like wow I’m jealous. And it is also for everybody who was super sweet with me yesterday, thank you guys, I love you all <3

Side note: Juliette is the French version of Juliet so no, it isn’t a typo.



Marinette paced from one end of her balcony to the other, while glaring at the papers in her hands. It was well past midnight and she could be seeping just like Tikki was doing at the moment, in her comfortable bed. But no, she was out, repeating the lines for the stupid play. Why did she let Alya convince her she should be in it. Ah, screw that, why did she let Alya convince her she should try for Juliette’s part out of all things. Why was the school doing a Romeo and Juliette anyway? Did they run out of French plays? And even if they had to do it, couldn’t they do the modern version? Which didn’t require excentric old words no one used anymore?

Marinette groaned exasperatedly, before trying another line. Trying to sound sad she recited.

“The only man I love is the son of the only man I hate! I saw him too early without knowing who he was, and I found out who he was too late! Love is a monster for making me fall in love with my worst enemy.”

Marinette let her shoulders drop. That sounded lame even to her ears. Honestly, how was she supposed to make that sound sincere? She was a bad actress, she knew it. The only way she could pull off that line was if Adrien’s father was Hawkmoth or something. Which was ridiculous, of course. Honestly, she should just give up on this, Alya would get over it.

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliette is the sun.”

Marinette turned around, startled to see Chat Noir on the chimney. With all the feline grace he possessed, he jumped on the lower one. Marinette was wonderstruck when she noticed his look. He seemed to be really into it.

“Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid since she is envious. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, and none but fools do wear it. Cast it off!” Marinette watched flabbergasted as Chat tip toped on the side, careful to not kick her plants while gesticulating wildly, emotion raw in his voice. Extending his hand towards her, he continued. “It is my lady. Oh, it is my love.”

Marinette almost yelled in panic as Chat Noir let himself fall over the edge, but stopped just in time when she heard his voice continuing with the lines. Her eyes trailed across the railing of the balcony as she followed the sound of his voice. And just then Chat appeared again over the railing.

“As daylight doth a lamp. Her eye in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night.” Marinette stood frozen in amazement as Chat stepped towards her. She was captivated and she wouldn’t even bother lying. It was impressive. Not only the fact that her dear partner knew the whole damn monolog of Romeo, but also the way he recited it. It truly made her feel like she was watching one of the most skilled actors putting on a show just for her.

“See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand.” Marinette looked up in surprise as Chat leaned towards her, his next words being whispered. “ That I might touch that cheek.”  one gloved finger caressed her cheek gently.

“Oh, my.” Marinette wasn’t even sure if it was her gasping that out loud. Chat got awfully close, but she didn’t mind it, not quite. Marinette realized, she didn’t quite appreciate how nice Chat’s eyes were, even with the cat-like look, they were complementing beautifully his blond hair. She leaned in without really realizing. Not until she captured his lips.

Chat melted against her. It was so much better than that kiss on Valentine’s Day. It was no rush to break a curse or run to detransform. And she could appreciate so much better the softness of his lips and the faint taste of mint. Chat wrapped one arm around her waist bringing her closer. Marinette sighed against his lips. She felt warm and it was such a simply pleasant sensation, their lips against each other.

Marinette let out a grunt of annoyance once they broke apart. It took them a couple of seconds to stare at each other before they jumped away. It finally seemed to drown on them what they had done.

“I um…er….”

“I got a little… um.”

“And you were…”

“And you just…’

They both rubbed their necks awkwardly, while glancing at each other. Marinette decided she won’t let the awkwardness ruin this night which just took a wonderful turn.

“Do you… do you want to stay for milk and cookies?” she glanced at Chat, waiting for his response.

He smiled shyly, a little blush appearing on his cheeks. “I’d love to.”

Kosaka Ryoutaro Crying at the Curtain Call of “Winners and Losers”

So basically he was about to say his thank you speech when he started crying, saying that he has been holding back his tears (the others lol’d at that). He tried to continue to speak but his voice sounded strained because he’s still holding back tears, making his words inaudible. Then, Ken-chan, followed by the others, said that he has done well for holding back. 


This boy is so precious I swear. I love him as much as I love Kei. They are my beanpoles of a son.

Vanilla #1

Lance was afraid. He was on a ship with two alphas who already had constant disagreements, and that was on a good day.

There was a bottle that stood by Lances sink, empty, long past empty in fact. His suppressants were long past empty. Lance had gone to Coran many times in the past two weeks, asking initially about Alteans and their hierarchy regarding Alphas, Omegas and Betas, to his disappointment Coran hadn’t the slightest idea what these statuses were. Or maybe it was to his relief, nobody to judge him for his pre-determined role. Coran had made a copy of what was on the bottle and spent every spare minute trying to recreate the medication for Lance, in confidence of course. The blue paladin had made a clear point to the old Altean, pushing for him not to tell a soul about the prescription. Coran obliged, in slight reluctancy.

“Good morning Shiro, Hunk.” Lance walked into the kitchen that morning. He dragged his feet over to the table and sat down and Shiro perked his ears in slight confusion, he turned to Lance and tested the air. Lance froze, he knew the day would come when the suppressants would ware off, he was just surprised it was so soon. Internally he counted the days. 5. It had been 5 days since he had downed he last pill and distress washed over him as he realized that that was about right. It takes a week for suppressants to run through your system and at day 5 smells would leak through and behaviours would start returning.

“Good morning Buddy!” Hunk called from the kitchen as he was whipping up supposed breakfast. Shiro sat stiffly and stared at Lance, scanning him up and down. Making the young man uneasy. His omega reflexes were kicking in as he thought back to health class ‘Basic human instinct is fight or flight, Alphas fight, Omegas Flight.’ It was as simple as that, there was an Alpha staring him down and he wanted to run. He wanted to turn heel and book it down the hallway, Shiro would be hot on his tail because at its basic genetic make up, Omegas were prey and Alphas were predators, and Lance knew this.

“Shiro… Shiro you’re staring.” Shiro shook his head and snapped back into the present, his nostrils stopped flaring and his pupils grew bigger, his animalistic intent gone.

“S-Sorry.” He looked down, the proper etiquette to apologize. He looked back to Lance after his formal apology and became interested in the smell again but in a less ‘I want to hunt you and mount you once you’ve been caught’ and more a ‘this is new and interesting’ kind of way. “You just smell…” he inhaled deeply. “Different.” He grabbed Lances collar of his jacket, desperate to get more of the smell into his lungs, it was familiar but foreign, still Lance but… different. “New cologne?” He asked “or beauty product?” Shiro searched for an answer.

“New body wash… why?” Lance was laughing nervously, Shiro a little too close for his liking and he felt a little too trapped to be calm, his hair stood on end. “Like it?” He smirked cautiously.

“Very much.” Shiro hardly acknowledged Lance but was so mesmerized by the scent he only snapped back when hunk set plates down on the table, the clanging made him look at the source of the noise. “O-Oh thank you hunk.” He looked back at the jacket, up at Lance, and realized how stupid he must look, smelling Lances jacket while it was still on him, he dropped it and mustered an apologetic smile. Lance looked at Shiro and saw sweat forming in beads on his forehead, Shiro isn’t a sweater, he only sweats after long training sessions or intense missions. “It looks d-delicious” he mumbled, almost before turning back to his food, as if he were almost saying it about Lance… almost. there was a gulp and Shiro tried to shake it off and picked up a fork to start eating what resembled eggs but were slightly thicker and a gross colour of blue, regardless of the look they tasted delicious.

Hunk looked to Lance and sniffed slightly, much less interested in the new smell due to his Beta status, he tilted his head questioningly and Lance answered before the question was asked. “New Body wash.” He smiled and tugged at his collar, feeling the cloth stick to his skin. Hunk nodded and placed the dish in front of Lance.

“Thanks man.”

“Yeah no problem.” In the next two seconds Keith came flying around the corner and ran into the kitchen, Pidge hot on his heels. They stopped in the middle of the room, breathing heavily and Keith smirked slyly at The green paladin who was glaring daggers, if looks could kill he’d be dead on the floor.

“Fine.“she heaved “you win, you’re faster.” Her hands were on her knees as she tried to catch her breath. Keith; not bent over, but still catching his breath, walked over to the table and found a spot beside Lance. Of course he had to be sat between the two alphas. Of course he did. There was a god and it hated him. Keith froze half way through running his fingers through his hair and turned to Lance, giving the same expression that Shiro had. The difference of the two was the Keith snapped himself from it.

“You smell funny.” He stated, blunt as always.

Lance wrinkled his nose in disgust at the pungent scent that attacked his nose. “Oof and you smell oh so pretty.” His face was the epitome of grotesque displeasure and Keith shoved at Lance lightly, smiling gently. Their relationship had been good lately, not strained, still light teasing but no arguments.

“Just got back from training” he stated, shovelling the imposter egg into his mouth. “Why your smell?”

“New body wash, picked it up at the last marketplace we went to.” He hardly looked up, his suave charisma along with his ability to lie was counted as a blessing in those seconds. Keith grunted in acknowledgment, also keeping focus on his plate, he may have seemed not interested but every instinct made him want to investigate Lance and his odour.

“Smells nice.” He mumbled half-mindedly.

“Gasp! What did I just hear? Was that a genuine compliment from Kogane himself?!” He nudged Keith’s shoulders and the red paladin scowled.

“Yeah don’t expect another one for a long time if you’re gonna react like that.” Lance pulled away, realizing the boundaries and laughed it off.

“To be perfectly honest I’m already surprised when you compliment me.” He turned to ask for the salt-like-liquid he used for seasoning his eggs. He’d been so caught up in his conversation with Keith he hadn’t noticed Shiro had moved closer to him and kept glancing out the side of his eye. Lance caught the look and Shiro instantly looked down as if to apologize again and Lance flicked his head up, a non verbal way of saying the apology wasn’t needed; a common action of an Omega. He froze and Shiro let himself look at Lance, confused. Lance played it off and brushed hair behind his ear, looking back to his food. Hunk and Pidge watching their interactions silently, glancing at each other occasionally for non-verbal opinions, the odd nod in telepathic agreement, or look of confusion. They were so in sync it was scary. By the time Lance had finished his food and went to stand up he was almost shoulder to shoulder. With Shiro and Keith had spread his legs slightly so his knee was touching Lances. As soon as he moved to stand Keith stood with him and looked at Lance attentively. He second guessed himself and gave himself a confused look, Lance doubling it. Almost instantly though Shiro also stood up and took a step towards Keith, his shoulders back and head up. The red paladins confusion melted away to a need for dominance. He was small, and several years younger than Shiro but still opted a challenge, they exchanged low growls, hardly audible. Within seconds they were shoving each other’s shoulders lightly, their growls growing.

“Woah! Woah guys!” Hunk stood up from the other side of the table, reaching a hand as if it’d do something. “What’s with the aggression? Why the sudden dominant neediness??” Hunks voice was concerned, like the mother hen he needed to be.

“I DONT KNOW!” Keith’s voice continued to growl, Shiro not backing down.

“I WANT TO FIGHT YOU AND IM NOT SURE WHY.” Shiro yelled back angrily.

“ME TOO.” Keith stood onto his tippy toes, still not close to Shiro’s height.

“THIS IS WEIRD.” Shiro sounded confused within his anger but his face didn’t betray him.

“WHY ARE WE YELLING.” Keith made another attempt to intimidate Shiro but his voice simply couldn’t hit that baritone that Shiros could.

“I DONT KNOW!” They took a step away and bowed their heads. Shiro gripped his temples and Keith crossing his arms in front of his stomach.

“Ooookay.” Lance turned to walk away and both alphas went to follow him, glancing at each other, almost starting another growling fit. “Hey! Guys I’m just putting my plate in the dish disposal.” He shook his head as their expressions turned to confusion. “What’s gotten into you guys.” He asked a question he knew the answer to. Because you see they were alphas, needy, lonely, dominant alphas. And Lance? Lance was an omega, and at that, he was an omega with no mate.

…to be continued… (S/o to mah boi @legendarylangst along with other people for supporting the idea of the omegaverse fic)
Daddy’s Little Girl

Title: Daddy’s Little Girl

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Synopsis: You used to be a nude cam model. Negan was your favorite customer. What are the chances that you’d see him again now that the dead’s taken over the world?

Warnings: NSFW, smut, daddy kink lol

Note: This got me back on track yay. Not sure if there will be a part 2 to this…yay or nay? ;)

Again, italicized parts are flashbacks.

You clicked your tongue in irritation when your captor started pushing you into the premises of the compound you’ve been spying on. He snickered at you when you glowered at him, “Got a problem, sugar?” he sneered as he shoved you forward again.

“You tied my hands but not my feet. Point is, I can walk on my own. No need to keep on pushing me.” You hissed and started walking ahead of him only to be pulled back.

“Nice try, bitch.” He mocked and placed a hand on your upper back to push you again.

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Songs To Numb Your Mind With (PLAYLIST)

Because it is so good to be half-conscious and half-confused on a Sunday evening. Here’s my list of extraordinarily brain-stoning music pieces - sort of.

(unfortunately embedded video is only available to first five songs. This nevertheless means the rest are inferior to my view. Youtube links are still available to click on the title.)

Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb

No questions, no surprises.

Hyukoh - Mer

Nobody cares what in the world Oh Hyuk is singing because it’s sounds just sooo good.

Jeff Buckley - Opened Once

Not to mention that his voice is always silky and captivating.

The Black Skirts - Everything

This almost makes you wish you were in love.

Copeland - Kite

Don’t we all wish we were a child?

Porcupine Tree - Lazarus

Simply haunting.

Beck - Everybody’s Gotta Learn Sometime

Just the right consistency to follow you wandering aimlessly in town

Between the Buried and Me - Mirrors

There’s a reason why I ship them for 10 years. Their jazzy pieces are always effective. And this is only the beginning.

Copeland - Hold Nothing Back

Yes, I already mentioned the band. However I can’t just simply pass this on.

Steven Wilson - Deform to Form a Star

8 minutes, and not a single second to waste.

Donny Hathaway - Sack Full of Dreams

Not his original song, but I cannot imagine any version better than this.

Maxwell - This Woman’s Work

Get prepared.

Damien Rice - Amie

Does it come from an ethereal otherly world?

Between the Buried and Me - Laser Speed

Mentioned them twice because they deserve it.

Kate Bush - The Man With The Child In His Eyes

The original soundtrack of pitch-dark bedroom filled with nostalgia.

Radiohead - No Surprises

Because I cannot finish the list without mentioning any song from Radiohead.

gold and silver ⋅ part 1

medieval + fantasy au (based on game of thrones)

◇ pairing: hoseok | reader
◇ genres: drama, light angst and romance 
◇ word count: 12.308
warnings: future depictions of violence, implied sexual content
author’s note: you can easily read this story without having any game of thrones’ knowledge. I mostly took the main settings of the tv show, but other than that, you can just consider this a medieval au. please enjoy! :)

⇢ chapters: one | two (ending)


You meet Jung Hoseok on a searing afternoon, round sun high in the sky and clouds as bright and golden as the weightless tunic that reaches down your legs.

You try not to show an obvious discontent when you hear the familiar, metallic sound of steel armor coming closer, a sigh getting stuck in your throat as you realize your days of hiding have finally come to an end. The residence of the king, otherwise known as the Red Keep, is large enough to get lost easily if you do not memorize the steps you leave behind, which sounded more exciting than it should have when you first arrived to the city one week ago, completely by yourself and miles away from family and friends.

You rapidly found concealed spots where curious eyes would not burn on your skin, and a particular favorite was located deep inside the Godswood of the castle — greenish, colorful gardens that extended towards the stunning sights of the Blackwater Rush, one of the major rivers of the country.

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@xxtorchxx made this beautiful manip and I begged her to let me make words. This is definitely not my normal medium but I just couldn’t resist. Thanks also to @bridgetteirish and @fictorium for helping make this acceptable to share with y’all. so anyway, here goes……. 


The elevator slid shut as Kara was still rattling off Cat’s agenda. She was so wrapped up in the urgency of the morning she hadn’t even realized she was now talking to closed silver doors. Without thinking, she took off at a sprint down the stairs. Taking them five at a time and concerned only with catching up before Cat drove away, she never stopped to consider if she should catch up.

“Well well, if I didn’t know any better, I’d suspect Supergirl lent you some of her speed.” The wink Cat threw Kara’s way as the elevator opened nearly knocked her off her feet.

“Um… No, I… That’s impossible, Ms. Grant.  She can’t give someone her speed.” For all her stoic composure when in the super suit, dressed as Kara, she continually lost herself to the bumbling denials and bashfulness.

“Mmm.” Cat rolled her eyes, “Yes, yes, darling. So you say.” And with a subtle flip of her hand, she quietly signalled for Kara to continue the previous conversation about her agenda as they made their way out to the waiting car.

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Fireworks - H.S.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I mumble. The twinkling lights are mesmerizing and I just can’t seem to focus on anyone else, not even the amazing man beside me that brought me here tonight. When Harry only hums a response, I take my gaze off the fireworks ahead of me and stare at his sharp jawline.

Lately Harry had been acting differently. At first I noticed little things, like him closing off and disappearing into his own head for short amounts of time, but after a while he started raising these walls around him, pretending to be someone who is not even though the real Harry I had met two years prior was something I wish everyone had in his life.

Of course, Harry did not only have a name to keep, but also a reputation. Yes, he was pictured as a womanizer and I think he did won best dressed male again last year, although I don’t keep up with that. I keep up with what actual Harry is up too, what ticks him, what he enjoys doing. Most of the things the media bring to attention aren’t very good small details of a bigger picture.

I think that’s why this friendship works so damn well. That might also be the absolute number one reason I fell madly in love with this man. I’d never risk anything to put our friendship in jeopardy, because I honestly believe I’d never find someone like him, ever again. He was the only real thing in a world filled with lies and misinterpretations.

I’m actually terrified I’ll never get to see the real Harry again. And whatever I try, I just can’t seem to get through to him. So when he appeared at my door, giant grin on his rosy lips and a bottle of expensive champagne held up in one hand, I couldn’t decline.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Harry laughs, pulling his bottom lip between his pearly white teeth before his glance is cast in my direction. I can feel the rosy hue appear on my cheeks, but they’re transparent to Harry’s gaze due to the harsh lighting of the fireworks going off in front of us.

“This lighting is doing you good.” I decide to go with a true compliment, although that wasn’t initially on my mind. I love the smile that it draws on his lips, the way his eyes crinkle and how he then casts his glance away. “Do you say that to all men?”

“Only you.” I shrug my shoulders with a grin and let a shriek flow from my lips when I feel Harry’s elbow collide with my ribs. “Hey, I gave you a really nice compliment and this is how you repay me?”
“What do you want to hear? How beautiful you look? You always do, Y/n.” Harry huffs as he rolls his eyes and fixates his gaze back onto the sparkly lights disappearing as quickly as they appear.

“You’re one of the most kind-hearted people I know Harry, you deserve all of this success you’re receiving, you know that right?” I decide to bring up the new single, the one that’s supposed to come out in just a few hours – at midnight to be exact. He hadn’t mentioned it since I had heard it when he had initially finished it. It was his baby, his first solo record and he didn’t seem to utter another word about it. It had been months and it saddened me because it was so damn good.

“How is that new man of yours?” Harry’s voice changes tone, and when I decide to peek I see the frown that has set onto his eyebrow. I guess we’re still not talking about it, and I decide to drop it. Last time I had tried to initiate conversation we ended up not speaking to each other for almost two weeks. Which were the worst two weeks of my life, really. “That’s over and done with, didn’t I mention that?”

“Well no, you didn’t.” Harry sighs and I see the small smile tug at his lips. I scoot a little bit closer to Harry, although I’m not sure why. “Well, sorry then.”
“Why did you break up? I thought you liked him.” Harry throws his arm around my shoulder and I lay my head on his shoulder, taking in a deep breath as I focus back on the popping flashing of light.

“I never really did, I think.” I mumble, dropping my hand onto Harry’s knee and giving it a firm squeeze. “I’m searching for something else.” I finish off, feeling my heart throb in my throat. Indirectly, in my own head, I had confessed my love for Harry. He would never see it as such, but that didn’t take away any of the anxiety coursing through my body.

“Well it’s great that you know what you want.”

“Don’t you know what you want?”

“Yeah, but I’m sure she hasn’t even given it a thought. I think I’m nothing more to her than just a really good friend.”

“Who says that? Harry if you want this girl, go and get her. Do you even realize how amazing you are? You always put me up when I’m down. You watch the most horrifying movies with me whenever I want to, without any complaint. You once showed up at my door just because I sounded blue to you on the phone. I’m sure whatever girl you want is just as madly in love with you as you are with her.” I grin, squeezing his knee for emphasis as I let my eyes dart along the sky, trying to follow every firework going off.

“Do you know what sign of the times is about?” Harry suddenly questions and I feel myself stiffen in his embrace as he for the first time in weeks talks about his song or upcoming album.
“Well I interpreted it as hope.” I decide to voice my own thoughts and feelings as simply as possible.

“That’s the great part of it. I think – in whatever time of your life you are, it might – I don’t know – can be interpreted in whatever way it suits you.” Harry starts to stumble over his words as if he were nervous, his ring clad fingers toying with his jeans as he avoids my gaze as well as the sounds going on around us.

“So you’re saying I’m hoping for something?” I smile, somewhat feeling my own nerves bubbling in my stomach as I pull away from Harry, smiling brightly at his twinkling eyes.

“Yeah, you could say it like that. But I think we all hope something, right?” Harry grins right back at me and I slowly let my eyes close, nodding once, but firmly at his statement – or question.

“Hm.” I agree verbally, wanting to lay my head again against his shoulder but he stops me, his eyes searching mine tentatively as I keep frozen in my spot. I let a low breath slip past my opened lips, my tongue darting out to wet them before I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, slowly biting down on it.

Something seems to click in Harry’s mind and before I can completely comprehend what is happening or is about to happen, Harry leans in but hovers right before his lips are about to meet mine. He lets me decide if I want this – if I want to kiss him and as soon as my brain has caught up to current events, I lean the short distance and press my lips firmly against his.

Harry’s large hand cups my cheek and for a second I feel like I might burst out into tears of happiness, but instead I settle for a large grin which almost breaks up our kiss. I feel the vibrations of Harry’s chuckle against my lips as my eyelids flutter.

Harry pulls away, keeping his hand in place, as he seems to catch his breath. His lips press to mine once more in a gentle, simple peck right as the last few fireworks make their last pop in front of us, illuminating the dark night sky.

Jerome Valeska Imagine- Life’s A Joke (Part One?)

I know I usually write Teen Wolf fic, but I love Gotham so much. Are Imagines like this something you would be into? Warning this is quite long.

Y/N Gordon, what a name to live up to. You moved in with your uncle, after the death of you parents. You loved your him of course, but by no means were you anything alike. You had no interest in being the ‘hero’ of Gotham, if anything you were waiting for the city to crumble into non-existence. You weren’t always like this. But being forced to watch the murder of your parents, changed you. You cared about nothing- you were bored with life completely.

It was Wednesday, you and Uncle J had a tradition of eating takeout burgers in the police car during his lunch break. You had grown bored of it a long time ago, but you knew he needed it. Even if you both sat in silence, you were still together. But today stood out like no other. You were parked In an alleyway somewhere, when the police radio flicked on with urgency. “Jim, Jim are you there?” a voice spoke with panic. You looked at each other, before he responded. “Yeah, what’s the problem Harvey?” he asked. You slurped on your milkshake, awaiting the response. “The Maniax have been spotted downtown, you need to get here now!” he reported. “I’ll be there, I just need to drop off my niece” he told. “There’s no time Jim-” he began to say, followed by the faint sound of gun shots in the background. “Shit” your uncle muttered, before beginning to reverse out of the alleyway.

“Stay in the car!” Uncle J said firmly, knowing you had a problem with following authority. “Sure” you shrugged, looking at him with eyes that said otherwise. He huffed, before slamming the door shut behind him. He looked at you through the window and showed you his car keys, before putting child lock on, to prevent you from getting out. He smiled as you rolled your eyes at him, before following the sound of gun shots and shouting officers. You were sitting for no longer than 10 seconds, before you climbed into the driver’s seat and took out one of your earrings, before beginning to tamper with the mechanics of the vehicle. You then shoved the door open and slammed it shut behind you. Like hell, were you waiting in a police car for your uncle to return hours later. You walked along the sidewalk, away from the sound of shooting and screams. You found yourself in an empty street, as the breeze hit your skin. You took a second to spin around and embrace the feeling. When you opened your eyes, you found yourself looking up at the roof of a building. You could see someone with bright hair and an Arkham Asylum uniform on. They appeared to be fixated on you and you couldn’t seem to look away either. He began pointing a gun towards you, but you couldn’t move. Not out of fear, but curiosity. That’s when you heard more gunshots and shouting coming closer towards you. “They went this way” you heard Harvey shout. You looked away from the rooftop when you felt someone grab your shoulder. “What did I tell you Y/n!” your Uncle shouted, pulling you away. “I was bored” you shrugged, with no emotion. “Did you see where they went?” Harvey asked, joining the pair of you. “Where who went?” you asked with false naivety. “Jerome Valeska and the other whackjobs” he added. You thought for a second, before giving your response. “No” you replied laconically. He sighed before nodding and heading off down the street. Jim guided you back to the car, you climbed in willingly, sensing the annoyance radiating from. “Stay” he ordered, and this time you complied. He then slammed the door shut and also headed off. “Jerome Valeska” you repeated.

Your uncle returned to the car, after about an hour or so. You were on the verge of falling asleep, but you soon brightened up as he sat in the drivers seat. The car journey was silent for about ten minutes, before you reluctantly broke the silence. “I’m sorry” you mumbled, looking down at your nails. He simply raised his eyebrows, as a sign for you to continue. “I shouldn’t have left the car, it was irrational and stupid” you added. “Apology accepted” he returned, smug of you admitting defeat. “Did you find him- and the others” you quickly added the last part. “No” he said with clear disappointment. “What did they do?” you asked. “They made a statement, using seven innocent lives to do it” he didn’t want to tell you, but he knew you wouldn’t drop it until he did. “Why?” you pried. “Insanity Y/n, it makes a person do the craziest things” he spoke. You took that as an indication for you to stop asking questions, but by no means did you stop thinking about the insane criminals, about the boy with the bright hair.

It had been a week since you saw him, and the news of the terror group was spreading around Gotham like wild fire. You were the only person at your school who didn’t seem to be petrified by the thought. You were sitting on the school bus, due to your uncle taking away your own car keys as punishment. You prepared yourself for a long and boring journey, but the events that followed were anything but that.

You were surrounded by all the preppy losers, who were meeting up for their traditional meal, before a big game. You sat down on a seat on your own and rolled your eyes, after having no other choice but to hear them practice their cheers and chants. You hadn’t taken the bus since Freshman year and even you knew the bus was taking an abnormally long time to drive off. You opened the window and lit up a cigarette, ignoring the fake coughs from the annoyed cheerleaders, who were certainly convinced you were going to give them blood poisoning. Screams and cries soon began to erupt, from the front of the bus, making its way along. You glanced to the front, seeing a familiar figure. It was him. Before he began to speak, an accomplice of his began to cuff you all to the chairs. You were cuffed by a half-wit, still holding the burning cigarette in your hand. “Give me an O” Jerome shouted with amusement, beginning to pace down the bus. The students around you immediately complied, with shaky voices. “Give me a H” he continued. You simply lifted your hands to your mouth, having another puff on the toxic paper. “Give me a N” he added, reaching you. You looked at him, with no sign of fear or obedience. “Give me a N” he leant down and breathed on your neck. You simply turned to face him and blew your smoke into his face. He quickly jolted up, causing the other students to flinch and whimper. “I know who you are” he worked out. Before giving that unforgettable laugh of his. You watched in complete amassment. “You’re Officer Jim Gordon’s daughter” he claimed dramatically, as if he was giving a performance. “Niece” you corrected. He titled his head, surprised by your disobedience, as opposed to your bravery. “Why didn’t you tell them where I was? You could have saved your own life, as well of all of your peers” he once again grew closer to you. “You could have shot me then, and saved yourself if I did tell them where you were” you equally retort. He grabbed your chin and titled your head, staring into your eyes. He searched them, looking for any sign of emotion and found none. He smirked, before letting go and making his way back to the front of the bus.

Meanwhile, your Uncle and Harvey worked at the station, stuck in an endless pile of new leads and paperwork. That’s when they got the phone call. “Y/n’s on that bus” his eyes widened, as he slammed down the phone and grabbed his keys from his desk. Jerome grabbed the hose, filled with gasoline. “Give me a H” he finished. Your classmates once again complied. “What’s that spell?” he asked mockingly. “Oh No” they all answered. Shit. You threw your lit cigarette out of the window, as he began to spray gasoline all over the bus. He moved up and down all of the seats, spraying each person individually. That was until he reached you. “Anything to say?” he asked you casually, while holding the hose over the person behind you, drowning them in the liquid. “I’ve never been one for cliché last words” you retaliated sarcastically, looking away from him. “How about now?” he asked, now holding a gun to your head. “Shoot me” you said fearlessly, still refusing to pay him attention. You were the only person not coated in gasoline. 

Jerome stood outside, holding a lighter. He then gave a speech to his accomplices, as Uncle J and the other officers began to arrive. He threw the lighter on the ground, after realising it wasn’t working. “Anyone got a light?” he teased, as if he had all the time In the world. He then smirked, after seeing the lit cigarette on the ground. “She can finish this one” he grinned, throwing it onto the trail of gasoline, heading towards the bus, before making a quick escape. Jim entered the bus, getting into the drivers seat. He then proceeded to move the bus to safety, narrowly avoiding the flames. He sighed and the screams come to a halt, being replaced with cries of relief. “Everybody okay?” he asked, before turning around to the terrified students. They muttered their responses, still in complete shock. Uncle J then stood up in adrenaline and made his way over to your seat. The only empty seat. “Where’s Y/n?” he practically whispered, scared to hear the answer. “Where is Y/N!? He repeated, shouting this time. There was almost silence on the bus, before someone spoke up. “They took her- he took her” a voice answered in distain.

Part Two? Let me know if you want this to continue as a Jerome Valeska series x

Waiting

Request: Hey! I loved your last Tom Holland imagine! And I was wondering if you could make another one where he and the reader are friends (or better friends) and the reader has feelings for Tom, but he is with Zendaya (or other person) so she spends more time with The rest of the cast, then after a long day of shooting, Tom goes to see her and they have an argument then make-out follows! Please? Thanks! Sorry, English is not my language! :)

Requested by: anonymous.

A/N: Thank you, love! I altered your imagine a bit where he isn’t with Zendaya, and because of speculation of them dating, I want to respect both Tom’s and Zendaya’s privacy. Even though I doubt either will see this, I don’t want to speculate, so rather I just made it where the reader is jealous because he spends so much time with Zendaya. Hope you don’t mind!

Pairing: Tom x Reader

Warnings: making out?


“Y/N!” At the sound of Tom’s voice, you picked up the speed in your step, desperate to get away before he could catch you. You knew what he wanted, and you knew it wasn’t good, especially since you’d been avoided his company for well over a few weeks. The only time you actually allowed yourself to be near Tom was when filming, and your two characters had a scene together. Otherwise, you spent most of your time with the other members of the cast, namely Laura.

“Y/N, slow down! Just wait a minute-”

But it seemed finally Tom had been able to catch up to you. You cursed yourself, because it was mainly your fault why he’d been able to reach you after filming. Today had been a particular exhausting day of filming and instead of rushing off home or to hang out with friends, you’d toddled, hung around set for a bit because you were tired. And now, after days of trying to catch you before leaving or running off, Tom had managed to reach you.

For a second, when you reached the doors to your car, you’d thought you had managed to get away. You’d even sighed a breath of relief, checking off that you’d been able to avoid awkward confrontation another day. But then a hand fell on your wrist, snatching it from the car door handle and twisting you so you were facing him. You gasped, shocked but then you found Tom’s face and you froze. He was the same height as you, maybe a tad bit shorter, so there was no way to get away from his gaze on you.

“Jesus Y/N,” Tom sighed, panting heavily. He’d been running to catch up with your rather fast and lengthy steps. You avoided his eyes, looking down to your right as you leaned against your car door. What Tom lacked in height he gained in… well everything. And it was hard to hide the fact that the reason you’d been avoiding him was because you were jealous his attention had been on another girl when you were faced with his rather attractive… everything. “Look at me.”

You bit your lip, relenting; “no.”

“Y/N.” 

“No.” You raised your voice slightly. And despite your previous one worded response, you turned your gaze to him anyway, tears in your eyes as everything that had been cooped up the past weeks came to resurface. Tom’s rather annoyed face dropped and was immediately replaced with worry when he saw your expression, pausing in his efforts. You, though, continued. “No. I won’t look at you. Why should I? It’s not like you even gaze my way.”

“What do you mean?” Tom’s breathless voice echoed, and you had to restrain yourself from melting at the sound. Tom had that effect on you. “All you’ve been doing for the past weeks is ignore me!” His voice raised considerably, his cheeks flushing in anger. You found yourself stunned, the realization that your decision to ignore Tom had not only hurt you, and may have hurt him more than yourself. “When I show up at an interview, you leave. Show up at work? You leave, saying some excuse. Show up at Jacob’s, or Laura’s, or Zendaya’s house? You leave. So how am I in the wrong?”

You bit your lip, shaking your head as you felt yourself get all riled up. Zendaya. “Have you taken the time to consider why I might have done this?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

Tom sighed, shaking his head. “Yeah.” He mumbled, “a hundred times. Wanna tell me?” You said nothing, shaking your head stubbornly. After a minute of complete tense silence, you heard Tom sigh once again, more frustration behind his breath. Then he let go of your wrist, looking to the side. Though he didn’t step back, he was still as close as he had been before, trapping you against the side of your car. “You know what? Why do I even care? You’re the one acting like a crybaby because you need attention.”

Your mouth fell open in indignation, shocked that he would say such hurtful words. You paused, turning to look at him and you could see his face fall when he realized just what he had said. But before he could say anything, you interrupted him; “you’re right. I do need attention-”

“That’s not what I meant. Y/N-”

“No,” your voice was sickly sweet. The tears coming back full force, as you stared at Tom in hurt. “You’re right. I do. Just not the kind of attention you think. I want attention from you.” You watched Tom’s face fall in bewilderment but you were too riled up to care. “But you’re too busy with Zendaya to care.”

“What do you mean?” Tom asked hesitantly.

You dropped your hands in a fit, shaking your head; “I mean I love you! I have for so long and every attempt i’ve ever had in trying to get you to know or even look at me, you’re too busy laughing or chatting with Zendaya. So yeah, I did avoid you, but only because it was clear you didn’t need me in the beginning.” You finish with a huff, calming down the second you spoke your last word. Realizing that you had just up and confessed everything, your eyes fell on Tom, gauging his reaction. He said nothing.

You then, tired of the whole day in general, shook your head. “Forget I said any-” Before you could finish your words there were warm, soft lips on your own. Hands fell on your face, cradling it with such care but Tom kissed you with such force. At first you were too shocked to do anything, the sheer reality that Tom was kissing you keeping you still, and then you found yourself in the moment. Pressed up against your car, Tom’s body covering your own, you kissed him back with such force.

The kiss lasted a few moments before you both separated, panting breathlessly. You said nothing, rocking with his movements as you held the back of his head. He leaned forward, pressing another kiss against your lips before whispering; “I love you.”

All anguish had vanished, and you found yourself smirking against his lips. “Oh, you do, do you?”

“Have everyday.” Tom grinned, “and will everyday.”

“I think that’s a sufficient enough apology.” You considered teasingly, nodding to yourself. Tom leaned back from your embrace, opening his mouth in mocked shock towards you. “Apology? And why should I be the one to apologize? You’re the one who ignored me.” He reminded, poking at your stomach. You giggled, grabbing ahold of his stomach and sighed.

“Because, you kept me waiting.”

Title: patience (or lack thereof)
Summary: Exasperated by the slow process of Sasuke and Sakura getting together, Kakashi and Naruto discuss their relationship.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Prompt: An Outsider’s Point of View
Rating: K
A/N: I tried to get this out for ssmonth but couldn’t manage to before a very important visit arrived! Oh well, at least I still whipped this out ahhaa. I think many of you will love this one :)


“Those two are impossible.”

Never looking up from his forever-favored little orange novel, Kakashi merely hummed in reply, distractedly stirring his chopsticks into his miso soup’s steaming broth. “Give them time, Naruto,” he drawled. “It’s only been six months since he came back from his journey.”

But his former student didn’t seem to feel the same, throwing his arms up expressively. “Exactly, Kaka-sensei—it’s been six months!” he exclaimed. Naruto leaned his head back against the frame of the chair, groaning hopelessly. “What the hell is Sasuke doing?”

At this, Kakashi glanced at him, lips tugging lightly under his mask. Naruto only proceeded to lean forward again and shove a handful of noodles into his mouth, features annoyed. It was just like him to get frustrated that things weren’t moving along fast enough between his two best friends.

“Sasuke is healing and trying to put his life back in order,” Kakashi calmly settled to explain, returning to his beloved book. He absentmindedly poked at a piece of grilled eggplant. “He’s spent years away from us on a path that he knows now did neither him nor anyone else any good, and now he’s trying to come to terms with all that.”

A snort of pure disbelief sounded beside him. “Oh come on, he’s had two years to work through that—and you know he’s been doing great lately!”

That was true enough. Still, Kakashi simply shrugged in response. “Maybe not well enough to his standards.”

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The One Who Holds Your Heart » Prince Adam

Request: Can u do a pre-cursed imagine of the reader and prince Adam? I don’t really have a plot I just love pre-cursed Adam:)))

Pairing: Prince Adam x Reader

Fandom: Disney + Beauty and the Beast

Words: 1770

Summary: Adam is in love with you despite you being a maid.

A/N: Okay, so I really want to write a part two to this story and I will! [Name] won’t remember Adam and we’ll go on from there. Anyways, I hope you guys like this!

Part Two: The One Who Breaks The Curse

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In the Middle

Sorry for the long wait between posts. 
I haven’t had much inspiration :( 
But this little fic involves Dark and Anti, with you caught up between one of their many arguments. 

Warnings: swearing, angst, a little violence
Hope you enjoy! 

Originally posted by marielgum

You opened your eyes, already over today. 
The first day off in ages and you awoke to your walls shaking and the air buzzing with static. 
You couldn’t quite place why, but you strongly believed you weren’t getting the relaxing, lounge-around-the-house day you were hoping for. 

Groaning, you rolled off your bed and stumbled through the house to the kitchen. 
It didn’t faze you in the slightest when a shudder ran through the floor, and the lights overhead flickered. The pressure in the air was heavy as it weighed down on you.
“Ok, who’s here?” You called out impatiently. 
A jittered laugh answered you, followed by a deep grunt and another booming sound that made the windows rattle. 
“Anti! Keep still or it will be worse for you!” You heard a deep voice command. 
You wandered into the kitchen just as Dark stormed in. 
“(Y/N), keep out of this,” Dark warned you. His eyes were completely black and his jaw was clenched. 
“What the hell is going on?” You asked. Another static-y laugh echoed through the room and Dark’s head twitch. 
He,” Dark furiously pointed at the microwave, “Has rubbed my patience to the breaking point. And, like the coward he is, fled here to hide from the consequences.” 
You glanced at your poor microwave, finding the timer was glowing green and flashing ‘HA HA HA HA’ in bright letters. 
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose to keep yourself from exploding. 

“Why am I always roped into the middle your bullshit?” You snapped impatiently. “Honestly, can’t you two argue like adults?” 
Anti’s face appeared on the TV in the lounge-room, “P̸f̸f̸t̸,̵ ̸w̴h̴a̵t̷ ̷f̷u̸n̴ ̷i̶s̸ ̶t̷h̸a̷t̷?̷” Anti chuckled. “D̷a̸r̴k̸'̶s̸ ̷a̵t̸t̴e̶n̴t̷i̷o̵n̸ ̵s̴p̷a̵n̵ ̷w̵o̶u̷l̶d̵n̶'̴t̵ ̴l̶a̷s̵t̸ ̴t̴w̵o̵ ̴s̷e̴n̸t̸e̶n̷c̶e̸s̵” 
Dark marched into the lounge-room, his lips pulled back in a snarl and his fist raised at Anti’s cocky grin. 
“Wait!” You shouted, diving in front of the TV. “You can’t just go around destroying my stuff, Dark! Thing about what you’re doing!” 
A pair of warm hands gripped your shoulders as Anti appeared behind you. 
“Y̶e̸a̸h̷!̴ ̸T̷h̵i̶n̶k̶ ̴a̴b̶o̵u̶t̵ ̴(̵Y̵/̸N̴)̶’̸s̶ ̷s̶t̴u̷f̶f̶,̶ ̸D̴a̸r̴k̴y̸-̸b̶o̵y̵.̶” Anti half lent his body on you, his sly grin matching the mischievous glint in his eyes. “I̶ ̷d̸o̷n̴’̴t̴ ̷t̸h̷i̴n̷k̷ ̷t̷h̵e̸y̴’̴d̴ ̵a̷p̶p̶r̵e̶c̸i̵a̷t̴e̴ ̸t̶h̵e̴ ̶m̶o̷n̴s̵t̶e̷r̶ ̸t̴h̸a̸t̶ ̶d̸e̵s̴t̷r̵o̶y̵e̸d̴ ̴t̵h̸e̸i̵r̴ ̶h̴o̴m̷e̶.̵” 

Dark made a vicious grab for Anti, narrowly missing your face as the two entities danced around you. 
Dark dashed around you, his hands snatching at Anti’s neck, only to grab air as the man disappeared in a cloud of smoke. His giggling trailed through the house.
You found it difficult to think as Dark’s anger grew. The pressure in the house close to becoming a crushing weight and the world started to glitch and fade as Anti swirled in the electricity. 
“Hey Dark, could you tone it down a bit?” You asked, as your head began to throb. “I can’t focus on anything.” 
“Tell this insect to behave and I’ll take his punishment elsewhere,” Dark hissed bitterly. 
“Anti, for fucks sake just apologize so the two of you can fuck off!” You exclaimed crossly. 
The flickering halted at your words and you felt the  pressure in the air lessen as Dark turned to you. 

This was the first time he had seen you angry. Dark’s witnessed you irritated, impatient with the two of them, but it was close to rare of you telling them to leave without a decent reason. 
Anti stepped out of the TV, standing beside Dark with a sheepish look on his face. 
“I̷ ̵w̸a̴s̴ ̴o̴n̴l̶y̴ ̸p̸l̷a̵y̸i̶n̷g̴,” Anti said. “I̷ ̷d̸i̵d̴n̵’̵t̷ ̴e̵x̸p̸e̵c̷t̷ ̵i̸t̴’̸d̷ ̶a̷n̷n̴o̸y̷ ̷y̸o̴u̴ ̵s̸o̸ ̵m̷u̷c̷h̶.” 
You sighed, yet again, and shook your head. “The two of you are a handful. But next time the two of you fight, unless one of you is about to die or be killed, don’t drag me into it. I can only take so much perception fucking and my hair cannot take all this static your producing, Anti.” 
The two grinned and nodded. “Alright, we’ll play by your rules, Kitten.” 
“Thank you,” You said. 
Anti went to speak but Dark’s fist crashing into his stomach killed his words as the green haired entity doubled over, gasping.
You raised an eyebrow, “Happy now?” 
Dark fixed his tie and smoothed his suit jacket, “I am content.”

More. (Bucky Barnes x Reader One-Shot.)

Summary: Bucky almost gets himself killed, and Y/N starts to question their relationship.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Warnings: Angst, but there’s a happy ending.

Word Count: 1,021.

A/N: Just a random…….thing…..that I wrote. Also, this is set in the soulmate universe and Y/N basically has Elsa’s powers. Sorry for any typos/misspelled words.

(Not my gif.)


Y/N was not happy.

Scratch that. She was furious.

Because once again, Bucky risked his life on a mission. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to slap him or hug him. The former sounded more appealing at the moment…

“Come on doll,” He groaned as he followed her out of the elevator onto her floor.

“No.” She snapped. “Don’t you ‘doll’ me. You almost got yourself killed! Again!” Y/N’s voice got louder until she was almost yelling. Bucky sighed.

“If I hadn’t gone out there-”

“You would’ve actually been following our orders.” Y/N interrupted calmly. Too calmly. Bucky knew this was the calm before the storm.

Except this time, the only storm was in her eyes. Bucky could see the whirlwind of emotions. Tears started to run down her cheeks even though she tried to will them away.

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♡Mine♡

Originally posted by grape-joon

ϟArtistϟ

Jungkook (bts)

ϟGenreϟ

smut, a bit fluffy

ϟSummaryϟ

You had to clean the house. Jungkook was asleep. That was good. You didn’t have him to distract you from actually being productive today. Except…When he woke up….Well, you couldn’t really complain.

ϟContainsϟ

You and Jungkook dating & living together; hickies (y/n receiving); fingering (y/n receiving); groping (y/n receiving); dry humping; leaving scratches down Jungkook’s back

A/N: I really wanted to use this gif because his scar is sooooo cute. Especially here. Okay, bye-bye. Have fun.

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You’ve almost cleaned up the whole house. Next, and last, on the list was the work room. You and Jungkook were pretty much always working on something. With that being said, you two needed an extra room in the house where you could still work without leaving out so much.

You had already straightened up everything on his desk, now you stood above your own; you moved things to the right place, organized the papers -made sure everything was fine. While doing that, you could hear Jungkook wake up, stretch, and groan in the bedroom; just a few rooms down. You could hear his footsteps coming to the room you were in. It wasn’t long before you could feel his warm body press against your backside with his arms wrapped around you.

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some interesting drawing prompts for those lacking inspiration

-caught in the rain
-“what did i come in here for again”
-that face you make when you feel like you need to sneeze ,,,,,; bu T
-terrified laughing
-cryin real jesus tears
-that feel when you realize you left all of your homework at home
-was just woken up in the middle of the night by a loud sound outside the house for the eighth time and really salty abt it
-was just woken up in the middle of the night by a loud sound inside their room and preparing to die
-the cat keeps knocking stuff over
-mild ew
- :3c
-“is my clock broken or is that actually the time holy shit-”
- was splashed by cars a solid six times while walking home during/after the rain and ready to kill
-eXCELSIOR
-that just snapped out of a daydream in the middle of class and has no idea what the teacher is talking about feel
-slow down
grab the wall
-“pls move”
-“HEY HEY YOU YOU I DON ’ T LIKE YOUR GIRLFRIEND”
-[ x files theme song plays in the distance ]
- “ha ha Holy Shit ™”
-“okay…. that sounds fake, but okay………”
-“alright but consider the following:”
-“if i hear your voice one more time i’ll shove a rusty spoon up your ass”

many of these can be left up to interpretation :^)

BTS Reactions - You can’t get to sleep

You fidget around in your bed, unable to get comfortable. You have a big interview tomorrow morning, and you’re really nervous. Even though you ought to be sleeping at such an ungodly hour, you just can’t. In a last-ditch effort, you fling yourself onto your side, facing the wall. Apparently you moved a little too quickly, as you hear your boyfriend stir beside you…

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