While you sit there laughing with her, stop and admire the beauty that flows out of her. And just in those few innocent seconds, watch her laugh come to a halt, and watch her eyes meet yours. Both of you starring into each others dazed eyes, in silence, you can’t help but to fall into a trance. Both thinking about how crazy you are about each other.. you both smile and look away but you look back to see her still looking back at you, admiring you the way you were admiring her.
i just got back from watching wonder woman again and here are some more of my favorite things
there is not a single goddamn moment where Steve Trevor (or any other man on the good side) ever looks at Diana and talks down to her or calls her a name. i was bracing myself when i went into the movie the first time and i am always just amazed that Steve never calls Diana crazy even when she’s over here talking about ancient greek gods and things he doesn’t believe exists
none of the men ever try to take advantage of the fact that she’s obviously completely new to everything
“men, eyes to yourselves thank you” like he didn’t have to say that to those guys in london but he did A+ Steve Trevor thank you
“right. specs. because that will stop her from looking like the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen.”
that scene where Diana has ice cream for the first time?? and she gets to eat it without anyone commenting about how “””bad it is””” for her or anything????
THIGH JIGGLE ON SUPERHERO LANDING
her biceps while she’s holding that tank over her head?? like yes please
The Amazons. All of them. Everything about them.
NOOOO boob shots/butt shots/naked scenes–EXCEPT for Chris Pine. there’s one joking moment when Diana goes to change in the middle of the clothing store and it’s Etta that corrects her not Steve. and that entire scene Diana’s just looking for something to move in and we don’t get any “look how good she looks naked” scenes like bless
the boat scene. “”twelve volumes””
Chief introducing himself to Diana in his own language
actually the sheer amount of diversity in a group of like 5 people for a good portion of the movie?? like god bless. same with the amazons
no one ever tells Diana she can’t do something because she’s a woman except when she’s walking into places she’s not really supposed to be like the war summit and even then she’s not really ever given the answer “because you’re a woman” for why she wasn’t supposed to be there
Antiope’s lieutenant being highly implied to be more than just her lieuenant
NO MAN’S LAND
The Wonder Woman Theme makes me want to kick ass and i love it
i’m sure there’s more stuff that i’m missing but this is only my second time seeing it SO
Cassie’s Classics Challenge -
“I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow.” Gone with the Wind @death2thevirgin
Summary: A family gathering at the Winchester household turns into an embarrassing mess for Dean and the reader.
“Ha! Suck it, Winchester!” You boast obnoxiously, dancing around Sam in a circle. You just won the third air hockey game in a row and the feeling of victory never gets old.
“Just wait, Y/N. You’re awesome at air hockey but everyone knows you’re shitty at pool. And I can’t wait to kick your little ass!” Crouching down to your level, Sam condescendingly pats the top of your head with a shit eating grin.
“I can’t wait to see that, Sammy. Honestly. We all know you need some confidence…since that hot girl Erica shot you down. Must hurt the ego.” You giggle at his bitch face before bolting out of the game room. You may be ridiculous but you’re not crazy, Sam’s go to move when annoyed is chucking his drink at you.
Growing up across the street from the Winchester family has equipped you to easily deal with the two brothers in any scenario. It definitely comes in handy knowing which buttons to push.
2x08 coda because so much happened and my boys need to talk
Once the others have finally poured out of his home, taking at least part of the nervous energy still lingering against the walls with them, it takes Magnus a few seconds to locate Alec and he feels a twinge of anxiety when he realizes that he’s left the safety of the loft in favor of the balcony. Even knowing he’s undone the spell that allowed his guests’ greatest fears and insecurities to fester, the thought of Alexander alone up there makes him vaguely nauseous, images of Alec’s graceful fall too fresh in his mind, too painful still, for him to bear it.
If he had been a few seconds late…
But Alec is nowhere near the ledge now. He’s sitting on the sofa, forearms resting on his thighs and head in his hands, fingers tensed and angry where they’re gripping his hair.
It’s been a long evening for all of them, upsetting at its best and terrifying at its worst, and Magnus wishes there was an easy way to approach this, a simple phrase that could make it all better for both of them.
He makes his way the couch carefully, steps loud enough to alert Alec of his presence, before letting his body drop heavily next to him. He links his fingers together between his legs, resisting the urge to touch Alec, to force him to look up so he can try and read his face. Instead, Magnus presses his thigh against Alec’s in what he hopes is a comforting manner. So much happened in so little time and he has no idea where he should even start.
He’s still trying to figure it out when Alec speaks first.
“I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” he says fiercely into his hands.
“I’m not,” he repeats and Magnus knows what’s hiding underneath, the guilt and anger of all the times Alec has felt he failed the people who matter the most to him.
“Hey,” Magnus says instead of replying, putting a careful hand on Alec’s body, adding a hint of magic to his touch, warmth and safety against the broadness of his back. “I know what you’re trying to say but that’s not on you.”
“Yes, it is,” Alec argues, body tense like the string of his bow.
“It’s on all of us,” Magnus argues, keeping his voice calm despite the anger boiling in his veins. “Shadowhunters, Downworlders…. we’re all going to pay for Valentine’s actions if he’s not stopped.”
He still can’t quite believe Clary kept her secrets for so long when they all should have been working together to stop Valentine’s plan.
“I know,” Alec replies, leaning into Magnus’ body for a second before taking his hands off his face and straightening his back. “I know that, but that’s not…” he sighs, frustrated. “That’s not what I meant.”
It’s been a long time since Magnus has been on the other side of such fervent protectiveness and he shivers a little at the intensity of Alec’s determination, mind flickering to the charm he now carries everywhere.
“The thought of losing you…” Alec continues, closing his eyes and shaking his head like he’s trying to convince himself that saying whatever he wants to say is okay, is allowed. “I just found you,” he says softly, trying again. “And thinking about what might happen to you…. it’s just… unbearable.”
“Well now you know how I felt, seeing you out there,” Magnus replies seriously, gesturing towards the ledge, heart beating faster at the sound of Alec’s sincerity. “And I think you know I can easily take care of myself.”
“I know,” Alec sighs. His eyes wander to the ledge for a second and he grimaces, clearly uncomfortable at the thought of talking about it, but aware that he can’t say nothing, that Magnus won’t be satisfied by that. “I’m sorry if I scared you,” he whispers. “The spell messed with my head, it’s true but I.. I don’t… I don’t want to talk about Clary or Jocelyn. Please.”
Magnus waits for a second, looking into Alec’ anguished face, his closed eyes and defeated posture, and he wishes he could drop it, he really does.
“You’re not weak Alexander.”
Alec flinches, trying to move away from Magnus’ body but he’s too quick, moving both of his hands to grip Alec’s shoulders.
“Letting a demon in,” Magnus whispers directly into Alec’s ear, “feeling consumed by guilt… even failure; none of those things make you weak.”
“Magnus,” Alec begs shakily.
There are things magic can’t fix, memories that burn deeply within Alec’s core that only time can soothe and no matter how powerless Magnus feels, he has to accept it.
“Okay,” he whispers before kissing Alec’s shoulder, right next to where his thumb is still digging into the flesh. He lets go slowly, starting to move away from Alec when he feels him grabbing his hand.
“Thanks,” Alec says, voice small but grateful. “And I’m sorry about tonight.”
“That wasn’t your fault.”
“I mean about my mother… and Max,” Alec says with a gulp, eyes wide and sad.
Magnus smiles softly. “I knew what to expect from Maryse when I agreed to throw this party, Alexander. And Max is just a curious child.”
“Yes but…” Alec hesitates for a second before inhaling deeply and exhaling. “I’m still sorry if he made you feel uncomfortable,” he says after a few seconds, reaching up to stroke Magnus’ temple with a few calloused fingers, stopping in the corner of his eye.
Magnus feels his smile slipping and he wishes he could hold on to it, wishes he could pretend for a few more seconds, but he feels exposed, cracked open, and Alec has already taken a peek at the rawness inside.
“I’m more worried I made you uncomfortable,” Magnus admits in a small voice.
“What?” Alec frowns, looking sincere and offended and isn’t that the most incredible thing. “No, no. You could never make me uncomfortable,” he says vehemently. “Not for that,” he adds softly, leaning in to press a tender kiss in the corner of Magnus’ eyes.
Magnus leans into the touch, appreciating the warmth of Alec’s body against his, the warmth of his reassuring words.
“A lot of people have been,” he admits and he wasn’t planning on saying that until it slipped right out of his mouth. He can feel Alec exhale against his skin, heated and tickling.
“I can’t imagine how,” Alec replies and Magnus turns his head to face him, letting the glamour drop easily. Alec gasps in response, a tiny thing that doesn’t sound disgusted or overwhelmed. “You’re so…” he smiles, cheeks reddening.
“So what?” Magnus asks, curious now that Alec’s face is painted with embarrassment.
“Kind,” he replies like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“Oh,” Magnus says in a small voice and he has been called many things in his lifetime but he’s rarely been called kind, even if he’s always tried to be.
“Clever,” Alec continues, hazel eyes bright with intensity. “Beautiful. Powerful.”
“Alright,” Magnus chuckles, putting a hand on Alec’s chest to try and stop him.
“I just mean…. that it’s another part of you and there’s isn’t a part of you I haven’t liked so far.”
“Oh Alexander,” Magnus teases, a hint self-deprecating, “that will come.”
“And I’m looking forward to it. To get to know all the parts of you that fit with me and all the parts that don’t… and all the ways we’re gonna work to be together despite those.”
Alec clears his throat and lets his gaze wander to where their legs are still touching. He starts fidgeting like maybe he didn’t mean to reveal this much and Magnus is almost glad that he broke their eye contact because it gives him the time to blink a couple of times and stop himself from crying.
There are so many things that Magnus could say, so many feelings intertwining in his chest. Instead, he grabs the lapel of the suit he carefully chose for Alec and drags him into a bruising kiss, swallowing the way Alec sighs and moans so beautifully.
Author: @dumbass-stilinski Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Dylan O’Brien/Reader Words: 4,170 AN: This was an anon request for a Soulmate AU where you didn’t see colors until you met your soulmate. I hope I did this justice because Soulmate AU’s are my FAVORITE. Love ya’ll, let me know what you think!
Title taken from Halsey’s Colors. The Veselka and Space Billiards are real places in NYC. You’re welcome.
If there was anything you wanted more in life, it was to meet your soulmate. As strange as it sounds, meeting your soulmate was a top priority in everyone’s life, because you needed to meet them in order to see color. The world was just a drab mixture of blacks and greys before that. Your mother had explained it to you once when you were small, that color would wash over your vision slowly, dull and drab, but still there. It was only when you got to know them more that the colors would become brighter, streaks of red and blue and yellow lighting up the world in full HD.
The minute you heard those words, you felt your heart beating hysterically against your rib cage, your weak legs climbing up the few stairs and kneeling down in front of the desk.
Only when you saw his face did you realize that everything was real. Only then did your realize that you were indeed at the BTS fansign, kneeling in front of the person you thought you would never be able to see in your life.
“Hey cutie, what’s your name?” Still mesmerized by his beauty, you observed every inch of his handsome face, smiling slightly when you saw how he stuck the tip of his tongue out while he signed your album.
“H-Hello, my name is Y/N.”
When he heard your name, he stopped and looked up again, smiling at you with his beautiful gummy smile. “Woah, that’s a beautiful name, just like you!”
Even though you knew that Yoongi liked to flirt with his fans from time to time, hearing those words made you feel warm inside without your control. Taking your bottom lip in between your teeth, you smiled shyly and averted your eyes down at your legs. “T-Thank you..”
Yoongi chuckled at your adorableness and took your hands in between his hands, intertwining you fingers immediately. “So Y/N, tell me, who is your bias?”
Your head snapped up at that question, eyes widely open staring at his soft ones. “Ehm, I-I ehm..”
You saw how Yoongi’s smile grew wider as he observed your flustered face. Before you could realize what was happening, he let go of your hands and placed his on your cheeks, pulling your face near his before he whispered. “I already figured out, you don’t need to tell me.. It’s a good decision, I’m proud of you.”
The minute he leaned back a little bit, you exhaled the breath you didn’t know you were holding in, feeling your heartbeat all over your body.
Wait, since when was he so touchy?!
You blinked a few times, not knowing what to do. You had so many questions, why couldn’t you remember any of them?!
“Ah, you’re too cute!” Yoongi reached out for your hands again, placing his chin on them and looking at you with an expression you couldn’t really understand.
Lifting your eyebrows, you asked him hesitantly. “I-Is something wrong? Do I have something on my face?”
You tried to take your hand out of his grip in order to check your face but were stopped when Yoongi’s grip tightened. “No, there is nothing on your face. I just realized how beautiful you are..”
Shocked, you looked into his eyes without being able to say something. This was definitely a dream.This couldn’t be real.
Without saying anything, you looked into each other’s eyes for what felt like an eternity, his warm and soft hands still wrapped around your slightly trembling ones.
Observing your face again, he asked with a calm voice. “What are you thinking about?”
Taking a deep breath, you answered. “I’m just really happy that I was able to fulfill my dream before I-”
Just before you could end your sentence, the staff came to Yoongi’s side, motioning for you to continue moving so that the next fan could talk to him.
Nodding immediately, you started moving away but were stopped when Yoongi tightened his grip around your hands. With a questioning look, you looked at him.
Yoongi, on the other hand, was looking at you with a confused expression plastered on his face. “Before you what?”
Smiling sadly, you squeezed his hand once. “This was my first and last time seeing you Yoongi.. I only have a few months, maybe even few weeks left before I bid my goodbyes to this world..”
Yoongi’s whole body froze, his breath hitching as he felt like his heart stopped beating. “W-What?”
He watched how you replaced your sad smile with a happy one, your eyes never leaving his while you spoke.
“It’s okay, I’m just a fan. You won’t even realize that I’m gone..”
Request: “I really love reading your imagines! Can you please make one where the reader breaks up Montgomery and Alex’s fight and at first Alex is mad but then he’s not?”
“Hey dude. I love your imagines! Could you do an Alex Standall imagine in which the reader breaks up the right between Alex and Montgomery then goes with Alex to first aid and fluff happens? 😁😁 xx”
Word count: 2.922
Posted: 28th of April 2017
A/N:OMG! It’s finally friday and I am posting stuffs that wrote during these past few days. I missed you guys and I am so overwhelmed for the feedbacks that I am receiving! Thank you for everything. Anyways, I don’t like putting two requests in one imagine because I think that it’s unfair to the readers who’ve requested their ideas, but the requests are almost the same and I hope that it’s still okay. Sorry, though. You can always request something else so we can be fair. Thank you. This is longer than I wanted to write, but it’s better. Thank you so much for the support. I am happy that you love my imagines!
- G. x
Warning: A little bit of Angst, mentions blood, swearing.
“What is happening, Clay?” You asked as you dealt with the shortness of your breath. Someone called you on your phone and said that your best friend Alex was in trouble with someone in the parking lot, so you had to run from the other side of the school department to the parking lot as fast as you could.
“I really don’t know. I am trying to see what’s happening.” He answered as he was tiptoeing in his dark coloured converse. He didn’t get any positive results on what he was doing so you started to pass in the middle of the people, trying to push them slightly to give you some space.
Once you arrived at the first row of the crowd, your heart sank and your mouth slightly hung open. You covered your mouth as the happening created a little knot in your stomach and it hurt yourself.
Alex was spitting blood out of his mouth as he got some punches from the one and only Montgomery de la Cruz, who was sitting on Alex’s abdomen while he let his anger out.
“Fuck off, de la Cruz!” You pushed him with all of your strength so he would stop punching Alex’s face as if it was some sort of punching bag. “Fucking, stop!”
“Fine, I’ll stop!” He raised his hands in defense, but he kicked Alex on his stomach one more time before picking his backpack up, it was surely thrown on the ground when they started the fight.
“Damn it! Go fuck yourself!” You shouted as you wanted to bang his head on a wall thousand times.
“Montgomery, you fucking asshole.” You heard Alex swearing under his breath and whining while he was holding his stomach.
“Alex.” You quickly caressed his arm as you let him know that you were by his side. You swore that you didn’t like seeing your best friend like this. Montgomery pushed some people so he could get out of that crowd around you.
“(Y/N).” He weakly called for you as he coughed harshly, caused by the savage and terrible kicks of Montgomery. You were worried as you saw Alex spitting thick, dense and scarlet blood one more time.
“Damn, Alex.” You bit your lower lip as you felt a little bit guilty for arriving later to save him. You gave him your handkerchief so he could wipe his mouth. “Guys, go back to your classes! The show is obviously done, this was the first and last episode of let’s just fucking watch Alex to get hurt and do nothing, so stop being nosey and mind your own fucking business!” You sarcastically shouted as you hated them for not stopping the asshole before.
“It’s okay, (Y/N).” He shook it off as if nothing has happened.
“You shush!” You rolled your eyes as you picked his backpack up and hung it on your free shoulder. “C'mon.” You grabbed his hand as helped him to get up from the ground. Alex could barely stand up straight and you could say that he was suffering inside.
“Let me help you with that, (Y/N).” Zach helped Alex to maintain his balance as he saw that you were struggling to handle your best friend and you started to walk towards the school’s parking lot.
“Lex, keys?” You asked him when you stopped in front of his car.
“Here.” He shakily handed you the keys and you shook your head for the damage that Montgomery has done to your best friend. You would seriously slap that jerk.
“Thanks.” You weakly smiled at him and opened his car. Zach guided Alex to enter the passenger’s seat.
“Can you do this alone?” Zach worriedly asked after he closed the car’s door.
“Yup, thank you.” You warmly smiled at him and he just smiled back at you.
“Text me, okay?” You nodded to assure him and you went to the driver’s seat. “Take care.”
“We will.” You and Alex smiled at him and you started to drive carefully, not wanting to hurt Alex even more. “Are you okay?” You looked at the rear-view mirror to assure that no one was following you. “Dumb question, I know.”
“My stomach still aches.” You then looked at him and you could see in his eyes that he was really trying so hard to mend the pain away.
“Damn it, Standall.” You sighed as you saw his nose soaked in dried blood, condensed and fractured. The almost brown coloured blood has mizzled down his face and shirt, like the rain water in a window pane.
“What?” He raised an eyebrow and it made you worried even more, because his left cheek was purple and he had a big black and blue circle around his left eye.
“I hate seeing you like that, Jesus!” You huffed once again and brought your focus back to the road.
Once you arrived at his house, you parked his car on its place and you helped him to walk and to maintain his balance. The house was empty, obviously, his parents had the day shift at work.
“Stay there.” You closed the door behind you and you ran up and down the stairs to get the things that you needed to cure Alex’s wounds.
“What are you searching for?” Alex asked as he noticed that you kept on searching for something on the same place.
“Liniments?” You raised your eyebrow and he indicated you the bathroom door right next to the living room. “Thanks.”
“Not a problem.” He answered and you suddenly heard him complaining, murmuring some things that you didn’t understand.
“What happened?” You put the liniments on the table, together with the other stuffs that you needed to cure Alex.
“I can’t even smile because of this thing.” He complaint as he watched you preparing your first aid paraphernalia.
“Yup, you got a bad busted lip over there.” You shook your head.
“Yeah, I can feel it.” He pouted as he tried to ease the pain.
“What did you do to be Montgomery’s punching bag?” You curiously asked as you squeezed a wet towel to take the dehydrated blood stains off his face and neck. “This might hurt a little.”
“Be careful.” He grabbed your arm as he guided your hand. You dabbed the now-stained towel softly and slowly as you saw him fussing for the pain.
“Sorry.” You bit your lip as you were so concentrated on cleaning Alex’s face. You didn’t notice that he was just looking at you to admire your beautiful face.
“So? What’s the reason?” You stopped to look at him and he suddenly panicked and avoided your eye contact.
“He was fantasizing about you.” You suddenly stopped to look at him and gave him your judging face. “What? He was saying that he’d like to fuck you.” He defended himself, believing that he did a right thing for you.
“And you got those bruises and wounds just for a thing like that?” You put the towel back to the basin and you faced him.
“Damn it, what’s wrong with that?” He kind of raised his voice and you knew that you couldn’t change his mind.
“Alex, you almost died. I prefer that he imagines dirty stuffs about me rather than I lose you!” You got the towel once again and you squeezed it properly before wiping his neck. His face was already clean and you could recognize him now.
“(Y/N), I was the one who got hurt so shut the fuck up! I can’t stand to see others doing that to you.” He pointed out as he moved his neck so you could clean every inch of it. He was angry, but you knew that he couldn’t hurt you. “That’s also called respect for you, for the girls, for every woman in this world.”
“And I can’t stand to see my best friend in that way either!” You threw the towel in the basin and, luckily, the water didn’t go all over the glass centre table. You shot him a death glare as he just rolled his eyes. “And respect? You expect Montgomery to have even a pinch of respect? No way!”
“That doesn’t matter, I am the boy here and I should defend you.” You got a cotton disk and you put a smidgen of disinfectant to clean his still open bruises. “And that’s exactly my point! He should respect you.”
“You’re not my knight in shining armour, so stop defending me. Defend yourself, instead.” You lightly tapped the cotton disk on his bruises and he kept on whining as it stung his face.
“Then fuck you!” Alex corrugated his forehead as he lost his shit once again. He was staying at his thought and you couldn’t change his mind.
“No, fuck you!” You pressed the cotton disk on one of his bruises and he pushed your hand away harshly because you hurt him.
“What the fuck!?” He breathed in deeply as if he was asking for more patience to tolerate your behaviour. “Damn, I would do this by myself if you’re just being an asshole!”
“You know that you don’t have to do that for me, Standall!” You got the cotton disk once again and you blew at his bruise to ease the pain. You calmed yourself down as you saw him miffed.
“I don’t care.” He sassily snapped at you. “I would even catch a bullet for you, if I need to.” You dabbed the cotton once again and you bit your lip as you realized that you crossed the line. He defended you and you should thank him for that.
“I’m sorry.” You murmured and Alex just smiled.
“You realized that I had the point here?” He smirked at you and you threatened him to press the cotton disk once again. “But I am right.”
“Damn, Standall!” You rolled your eyes. “You are right, you got the point, but stay still!”
“Thank you.” He had a teasing tone and you hated him for that moment.
You realized that Alex was the sweetest person that you’ve ever known, even though you didn’t want to see him in that way. Yes, he could defend you and everything, but if it cost him his life, he better not defended you because your best friend’s life was more important to you than what people had to say about you.
“Thank you.” You smiled at him and he just shook his head with a wide smile plastered on his face. “Seriously, though. You don’t have to.”
“But I want to and that’s final.” He crossed his arms and you unleashed a long deep sigh, because you knew that he would do everything just to win in that discussion you were having.
Alex was sweet and nice to do that to you, but you didn’t want for him to be in a crazy mess. You didn’t want to see him hurt or dying, just because he needed to defend you.
You remained silent as you put the liniments on his bruises. He seriously looked at you as he watched your hands, carefully touching his damaged skin.
“Take your shirt off, I need to check if you have broken bones there!” You wiped your hands using the towel and you saw Alex with a smirk on his face.
“Or maybe you want to take advantage of me.” He naughtily said and you just laughed for his silly attitude.
“Dork!” You rolled your eyes while you were laughing. People might think that you two are crazy, because you would fight the moment before and then laugh like there was no tomorrow after, but that was what you liked in your relationship with Alex. You couldn’t fight over things for a long time, so you never had any issue. “C'mon, take that stained shirt off.”
“I ask fifty bucks per clothing from my clients for this, but you are too special for me so it’s free.” He winked at you as he slowly took his shirt off, making it a little bit sexy and lascivious. “I must love you so much for doing a strip tease for free eh!”
“Lex, you’re the best.” You laughed loudly as you playfully slapped his arm. “You’re the best that I never had, promise.”
“I know and I am happy that I can make you laugh just like that.” He winked at you as he put the shirt on the table in front of you. You controlled if he had some broken bones, touching different parts of his naked chest with a delicate touch, but luckily, he didn’t.
“Here, put these on!” You tossed him a clean shirt and his sweatpants. “I’m not peeking.” You winked at him as you put the first aid kit back to its place, also cleaning the towel that you used to clean Alex’s face.
“Thank you for curing me.” Alex sweetly said as he followed you to the bathroom and hugged you from the back. This time he could walk, not properly but he could. “Sorry, because I said tough things.”
“No, I’m sorry.” You put his dirty and stained clothes in the washing machine. It was Alex’s home, but it felt like it was your home too. You spent most of your time in his home than your own home because of Alex. “I should be grateful to have someone who hasn’t got any problems on defending me.”
“I will always defend you, (Y/N).” You looked at the mirror as you washed your hands. You saw Alex smiling and you had to admit that he was still perfect even with those bruises. “What?”
“Nothing.” You smiled at him and splashed him a drop of water. “You make me happy, Alex.” You dried your hands with a dry and clean hand towel.
“And you make me happy, (Y/N).” He made you turn around and he grabbed your hand. You both went back to the living room and you sat in front of the turned off television.
“So, what would you like to do now?” You curiously asked as you looked at Alex’s blue orbs. You seriously found him handsome, even with purple coloured cheeks. You loved his tired big eyes and you glanced at him as he glanced back at you. Your eyes were telling something to each other, but you didn’t want to admit it.
“This.” He smiled at you as he slowly leant in to close the gap between the two of you.
You were shocked because you never expected that Alex would kiss you out of nowhere. You didn’t respond at first, but then you let yourself go and you shared a passionate kiss with Alex, tasting a little bit of liniment from the bruised part of his lip, but you didn’t mind it. He caressed your cheek as you played with his platinum blonde hair.
“Fuck!” He suddenly broke the kiss and a worried expression took over your face. “That kind of hurt.”
“I can imagine.” You giggled softly and Alex just smiled, secretly loving your giggles more and more. You didn’t care if it was strange that he kissed you, you loved it and you honestly craved for more.
“Maybe kissing suits better when this shitty stuff gets better.” He winked at you and you shook your head with a wide smile on your face. “How about cuddles?”
“Cuddles, specifically your cuddles, are perfect too.” You nodded your head and he hugged you tightly as you let yourself fall on the soft couch, having Alex on top of you.
“Haven’t you ever noticed that I loved you from the very beginning of our friendship?” Alex whispered, your faces were few inches apart.
“Never thought of that.” You shook your head while having a thinking expression on your face. “Is that why you always defend me?”
“Well, I think that it’s the time to confess you everything, since I even kissed you just few moments ago.” He raised his shoulders as he rolled beside you. “(Y/N), I love you so much.” You saw that Alex blushed a little bit and you couldn’t help but smile. “I don’t know how it happened, but I wake up every day, being more jealous and wanting to protect you from the people around us. I love your company and I don’t regret that I approached you during that first basketball game during the sophomore year, I am so thankful for the relationship that we have.” He honestly declared as he drew circles on your arms with his left hand. You could see him blushing even more as the sunlight fell slanting through the window pane and it made you smile wider.
“Oh, you were just jealous earlier, that’s why you lost your shit!” You pointed out and Alex laughed loudly. You were flustered because you didn’t know why he was laughing.
“Good morning, Captain Obvious!” He smirked at you and you giggled as you messed his hair up.
“You’re such an idiot, but I love you too Alex.” You sincerely confessed and you blushed a little bit as you met Alex’s happy gaze. You played with his septum ring as you giggled even more and he just shook his head. “I am thankful to have someone like you.”
You both leant in for another kiss, but, this time, it was just a simple one because you didn’t want to hurt him once again.
You were enthusiastically happy and thankful at that moment, because you were sharing a great relationship with your most beloved person in your life.
(A/N): I literally have no excuse for this other than I love mermaid Bucky so
Summary: (Y/N) happens to come across a rather friendly mermaid
The sun was just barely rising, the beach was quiet, no birds about squawking, no children running around carrying greasy hot dogs, no music of beach goers, just you, the sunset, and the ocean. With a pleasant sigh you settled down onto one of the docks surrounding the ocean.
You pick up a pencil and begin to gently sketch the purple and pink hues of the sky, your pencil gingerly shading along the half orb you had drawn for the sun. You bite your lip in concentration, looking from your paper up to the sky and back down to your paper again. Every so often you’d switch colors, truly wanting to capture the beauty of the sun and sky-
A gentle slap of the ocean is what grabs your attention. Sure, waves had been rolling in all day, sloping against the wooden posts if the docks, or against boats or sea cliffs but this one sounded different- sharper perhaps? It was much more clear and concise, more like a smack than anything else. The kind of sounds you got when a fish was squirming to get back in the water. You perk your head up and look around but alas there was nothing to see other than the vast expanse of salty water. That’s when you hear it again- that distinct smacking sound only now it was louder, and perhaps a bit faster than the last smack. It sounded panicked or frenzied if you thought about it.
You rise from your spot on the dock, looking around the docks and seashore to see where if perhaps there was any animal who had gotten stuck in some
Plastic or perhaps just needed some help getting back to sea. Your eyes search along the shore, between the boats, even against the cliffs before circling back around. Your eyes don’t particularly catch on anything but your ears certainly do, the smacking sound comes again and again and again, each slap more panicked than the last and it was loud, much too loud to be far away and that’s when you realized the boats closest to you were so large that you couldn’t see behind them or over them and perhaps whatever creature was stuck was hidden behind one of those.
You run to the base of the dock and to where the boats attach to the wooden planks and your eyes begin to search, scanning up and down the rows until you spotted something. And that’s when you see it, a gleam of silver in the purple sun, the scales of some fish as it struggles in a fallen net. Shit, you think to yourself as you run towards that particular dock, already dropping to your knees to help wrangle the poor creature free but what you see is most definitely not what you were expecting. Rather than some fish staring back at you with beady eyes you were faced with a man with rather large, beautiful shining blue orbs.
You stare at the mans face for what feels like forever before you snap out if your reverie, blinking lazily to clear your thoughts.
“Oh my god,” you whisper as you suddenly come to terms with the fact that a man had gotten himself tangled in this net. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” The man doesn’t respond, he simply stares back at you with these giant almost pleading puppy dog- esque eyes. "What happened? How did you fall in?“ You try some more questions but yet again the man doesn’t answer. He doesn’t respond with any words but some strange vibrations rattles the air and it takes you a minute to realize that this man is the one making the noise, a sad, almost depressed little whimper in his throat. "Okay,” you whisper as you lift up chunks of the net attempting to figure out how he was tangled. “Lets get you out of this,” You lift up the net as you pull it towards you but it gets caught on something, something almost triangular but almost soft when you tugged hard enough.
The man whimpers, reaching up
Through the net to grab at your hands, silently begging you to stop. You comply, immediately stopping the pulling. But rather than focusing on getting the poor
Man free your eyes are suddenly glued to something else, his hands. They would have looked like any other ordinary pair of hands if it weren’t for the fact that they were webbed and smooth, giving them a glossy like appearance. His nails came to sharp little points, like tiny little daggers attached to his flesh. You stare at his hands, half tempted to even touch them but suddenly the man starts up with his cries again, that low, depressed throaty noise that had your heart aching.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” you whisper, attempting to get back to work. You twist and pull at the net at all sorts of different angles, trying to free the man but each attempt only brought you more whimpers and more squirming.
“Shit,” You whisper as you stop struggling against the net, slumping down onto the dock in defeat. The man looks at you with concerned eyes, his sad noises starting back up again. “I- I don’t know how to help,” You mutter weakly, your tone nearly exhausted at this point. The man whimpers some more, his clawed hands reaching to attempt to tear the net away from his body. “Wait- stop,” You sigh as you reach down to grab his hands, trying to stop him from causing any more damage. “You’re gonna cut yourself-” The man becomes more panicked in his movements as you grip his wrist only now he was attempting to yank his grip from your yours rather than the nets. “I’m not gonna hurt you!” You attempt to calm him but it was no use, he was struggling and he was struggling hard. With one hard tug your knees slip on the dock, pulling you close to the waters edge. In fact, you’re just about to let go when the man gives one final tug, pulling you into the water with him.
Immediately water fills your lungs and you’re damn sure you scrape your feet along something sharp because the pain shooting into your legs most definitely isn’t normal. You bob back up to the surface, gasping for water as you hack up whatever you had swallowed all the while trying to wipe the water from your eyes. You cough a little as some water bubbles into your throat and out of your mouth, spraying back into the salty abyss. The man goes rigid, staring at you in pure fear and shock, his blue eyes widening in surprise.
“What the hell?” You deadpan, glaring at him with an angry gaze. “You could have killed me!” The man recoils just a tiny bit, those small whimpers bubbling in his throat again. You sigh as you paddle the water about you gently, keeping you afloat long enough to converse with this mysterious man. “I’m sorry- I get you’re probably stressed being caught in here but I’m just trying to help,” You give him what you hope looks like a sympathetic smile. “Can I try to help with the net?” You ask, gesturing to the offending material. The man looks at you and back to the net and back to you again, biting his lip in thought.
You can’t help but notice the way his teeth came to a perfect little point, just like his nails, like tiny daggers buried into his body. Sharp nails, sharp teeth, he wasn’t speaking to you, what the hell was wrong with this guy? But before your anger could bubble again the man nods, squirming just a bit within the water. You give him a grateful little smile as you paddle towards him, stopping just shy of his torso. The closer you got the more you realized just how beautiful this man was, with baby blues and stunningly dark hair, not to mention a strikingly strong jaw line and amazing cheek bones. Even with his strange hands and teeth you couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit attracted to him.
“You’re not gonna try to drown me are ya?” You ask only half jokingly, the other half completely meaning the question. The man looks at you with those damn puppy eyes, shaking his head softly. He almost looked offended by the question if you thought about it but you didn’t have time to gawk at his face, you had to help free him from the net. With a determined albeit hesitant smile you reach out to gingerly work the net away from his chest, trying so desperately not to brush your fingers over his milky skin.
You gulp as you reach up, slowly but surely freeing his head from the net. It’s then, with your fingers grazing along his neck that you notice something, three small cuts along either side of his neck, pulsating as you moved your fingers along. You can’t help but stare at them, perhaps out of morbid curiosity, your eyes glued to the pink flesh of each cut. If you truly thought about it they actually looked like gills of some sort, just like the ones of fishes your father had brought home all those years ago. The man squirms, making some noise in the back of his throat under your intense gaze. You snap out of your trance again, electing to ignore the strange cuts until you freed the man from the net.
“Almost done,” You whisper as you let the top part of the net fall in front of him, all you had to do now was free his legs and- The man reaches down with his own hands- webbed might you add- and rips the remaining net to shreds, nearly ripping it from his legs like some animal. There’s another smack of water and suddenly the man disappears, completely gone after the water calms. You look around, twisting your body to get a good look around but alas you found nothing, not even a trace of the net he’d been confined in. Sure, you thought this was rather strange but you dismissed it as the chill of the freezing water began to set in. You give one last look to the ocean before climbing back onto the dock, shivering within your skin as you meander back to your art supplies.
Your clothes had been soiled by the water and you were freezing, the sun was far too high in the sky to sketch now and thus your morning had been slightly ruined. With an unhappy little sigh you bend down and pick up your supplies and shoes before making your way back towards land, shuffling as water pooled from your shorts.
You wince as pain spreads throughout your feet and something wet slops below you. You look down, grimacing when you noticed the thick red liquid oozing from the bottom of your feet. Guess you really had cut yourself on something. You mentally curse yourself as you limp towards land, most definitely not looking forward to going home and having to clean your wounds up. Grumbling angrily to yourself you waddle onto the sand, nearly yelling in pain as the sand seeps into your blood. God, is this what you got for saving someone’s life? Next time, you begged the universe to remind you to never help someone out again. You stomp as best as you could to your car, an angry cloud of hate brewing over your head. In fact you were in such a bad mood that you failed to realize a certain man staring at you from a few miles in the sea.
The next day you tried the shore again, this time picking a different dock to sit on and sketch from. This time you picked on closer to shore, just to be on the safer side and once you had gotten comfy you began to sketch, hoping to complete your picture today but when you had only been drawing for five minutes you were suddenly interrupted. That telltale smacking sound resounded around you and all of a sudden an almost familiar head of black hair bobs above the water, only the man’s eyes and nose visible.
“Have you come to drag me into the water again?” You ask, a hint of smugness to your tone as you look back down to your drawing, completely dismissing the man. The man shakes his head, a look of remorse crossing his only visible features. “Are you ever going to talk to me?” You ask, suddenly setting down you art to look at him. “I saved you, you nearly killed me, and I don’t even know your name,” The man looks up to you then to your pencil and sketch pad. You follow his gaze, your own landing upon the pencil and paper. “Do you want to write it down?” You ask, the man nods and suddenly he bobs from the water, resting his elbows upon the dock as you hand him a piece of paper and the pencil. He quickly jots down a few words before handing the paper back to you.
James Buchanan Barnes
You smile at his choppy hand writing, it was cute if you really looked at it. “James?” You question, looking at his name again. The man reaches for the pencil and the paper, quickly jotting down a few more words before handing them back to you.
I like Bucky better
You smile even more, nodding. “Bucky it is then. So uh Bucky-” You test the name on your tongue, allowing the taste of it to settle in. You liked it. “Any reason you’re using up all my paper?” You joke but the look of regret that crosses Bucky’s features has your chuckling coming to a stop. “I’m sorry, I uh- I didn’t mean to offend you or…” You trail off as Bucky grabs the pencil and paper again, proceeding to write out another message.
I’m sorry, I can stop using your paper if you’d like me to
“No, no!” You quickly say, “I was just giving you shit, I really don’t mind,” Bucky looks at you for a moment before looking back at the pencil in his hand.
You really don’t?
“I promise,” You smile at him, hoping the small gesture reassured him. Bucky smiles, a small quirk of his lip is all, but it was a start. “So…you really like the water huh?” You ask, chuckling awkwardly at your own question. Bucky apparently doesn’t seem to notice as he nods, looking down to the water almost fondly. “Even after the whole…” You wave your hand, coughing a bit as you allude to the incident the previous morning. “The whole net thing?” Bucky’s brow creases as he reaches for the paper, quickly jotting something down before handing it back to you.
I’m sorry I dragged you in, I was just scared is all
You smile once more, his words alighting something within your heart. “It’s okay, nothing I couldn’t handle,” Bucky nods, his eyes wandering about the scenery almost lazily when suddenly his eyes land on your bandaged feet. You’d gotten home, cleaned the deep cuts out and went in to get stitches and now here you were again, sitting in the same place that gave you the cuts. Bucky pouts as he reaches out with a webbed finger, gingerly running his nail along the white bandage.
“Be careful,” You warn softly, not wishing to startle him. “It’s uh- it’s pretty sore,” Bucky pouts as he reaches out for the paper and pencil again, quickly jotting something down before shoving it towards you.
You bite your lip, contemplating whether or not you should tell him what exactly you had done. “Um, I just cut them up a bit, it was a complete accident,” You add, hoping he didn’t suspect you had cut your feet when you fell in. Bucky nods, reaching out again to run his clawed fingers along the bandage.
“Buck?” You ask hesitantly, biting your lip as you stare at his hands, his very strange, not at all human like hands. The man hums, a low purring like sound issuing from the back of his throat. “Can I uh- Can I ask a question?” Bucky nods as he pulls away a bit, resting his folded arm on the dock to keep part of his body up out of the water. "What’s with the hands?“ You gesture to his, specifically to the webbing. Bucky looks at his hands, a sudden blush rising to his pale skin. He quickly hides his hands under his arms, hiding his face in the flesh part of his elbow.
"I’m sorry,” to attempt to backtrack, already feeling horrible. “I didn’t mean to make you feel embarrassed, they’re just different from mine, see?” You hold a hand up, showcasing your short, trimmed nails and most definitely not webbed fingers. Bucky poked his head up a bit, looking at you with uncertain eyes. His piercing gaze then falls to your hand, the blue orbs scrutinizing each finger as he stares. He cocks his head to the side as he studies it, almost with a childlike curiosity.
He gently shifts his arms, hesitantly pulling his hand out from hiding an slowly but surely raising it to yours. It even felt different, it was slimy, practically clammy against your own but it wasn’t unpleasant. He studies the two hands together, pushing his fingers against yours only to pull them back again, he looks at his webbing and then yours, studying his webbed hands almost distastefully. He then moves onto the nails, studying your small stubby ones and then his long, jagged ones. He hums softly, cocking his head to the other side as he places his fingers between yours, watching the way they only went so far due to his webbing. He was studying you like he’d never seen another human being before and at this point you were starting to think he hadn’t…
BTS Reaction to Their Bestfriend Accidently Confessing to Them; Jungkook Version
Word Count: 1,179
“Y/N! C'mon, hurry up! You move like an old lady!” Jungkook whined as you slowly got out of your car, checking and making sure that you had everything that you needed.
“Jungkook, the fair isn’t going anywhere.” you teased like a mother would to her child. Jungkook held open your door impatiently, hopping slightly from excitement. When your butt was finally out of the car, Jungkook slammed the door shut, grabbed your hand, and dragged you off to the entrance of the fair with a large smile on his face.
“I know, but I wanna go and spend as much time with you as possible!” he said, happily skipping into the fairgrounds with you trying to keep up from behind.
You chuckled and shook your head, gazing at his backside with a certain longing in your eyes. You and Jungkook had met that same year at university, in your intro to psychology class. You sat in the back of the lecture hall, since you arrived late and didn’t want to be scolded by your professor for tardiness on the first day. Jungkook sat four seats down to your left, obviously, he hadn’t woken up to his alarm either.
Your relationship went from shy smiles, to throwing notes over the empty seats, to him sitting next to you with your knees brushing and up to your best friend status that you proudly held today. However, you couldn’t deny the attraction you had for your adorable, yet cocky best friend and oh how you wish you could just tell him how you felt. For now, though, you were happy being one of his closest friends; supporting him through his studies and his dream of becoming a singer.
You took in the smells of the fair; powdered sugar, fry oil, and something buttery and fattening that made your mouth water. Jungkook’s eyes shined with excitement as he led you to a funnel cake booth, buying you both one to share as you wandered into the petting zoo area, sneaking the baby animals bits of your fried, sugary goodness.
“Hey look, I found your dapple gangers.” you teased when you ran over to the hordes of bunnies. Jungkook just stuck his tongue out at you, but cooed none the less when one of the rabbits crawled into his lap. As you were petting the bunnies, Jungkook gently grabbed your hand, locking your fingers together with his. You looked up at him and saw that he had a slight blush on his cheeks and another bunny perched on his shoulder, making you giggle at his cuteness.
“You alright Kookie? You’re looking flushed.” you asked, running your free hand over his forehead and pushing some of his hair back. Jungkook just smiled and squeezed your combined hands.
“Never better Y/N. Let’s go on some rides, yeah?” he suggested, gently placing down the balls of fluff and leading you out of the petting zoo; walking with you to the rides. He never let go of your hand, and you inwardly smiled to yourself. Sure, Jungkook was always close to you like this, but the small victories always counted.
He took you on some fast-paced rides first: the little fast kiddie coasters, spinning teacups, bumper cars (which you totally beat him in, even though Jungkook wouldn’t admit it aloud) and one of those drop-down rides that always made your stomach do flips. After begging him to allow you to sit and rest, he placed you on a bench by the game booths and you watched him play from afar. He won game after game, and slowly the bench you sat at was covered with fluffy stuffed animals and a new fish friend that you both named Marius.
“Jungkook, there is one thing I’d like to do before we leave.” you told him as you shared a serving of blue cotton candy. Jungkook’s lips were tinted lightly with the dyed sugar, and you were sure that your lips mirrored his. In a large bag over his back held all the toys he won, and you insisted that you’d carry Marius safely in your hands.
“Yeah? Anything you want Y/N, we can do!” he said happily.
“Can we go on the Ferris wheel? The sun is setting, and I bet the view is amazing from up there.” you said dreamily. The corners of Jungkook’s lips pulled up in a smirk and he nodded.
“Of course, anything for my best friend.” he said, nudging your side playfully. You could feel your heart slow and the smile on your lips fall an inch.
“Yeah, best friend.” you mumbled quietly to yourself as you followed Jungkook to the Ferris wheel. You both secured your winnings in one of those large storage containers and hopped on the ride. Jungkook sat next to you and he poked your cheek when the ride started to move. You went around once, twice, and then the cart stopped at the top on the third spin.
“Wow, it’s beautiful.” Jungkook mumbled, staring at the pinkish orange hue of the dusk sky. You nodded.
‘It is, but it’s not as beautiful as you.’ you thought.
“You think I’m beautiful, Y/N?” Jungkook asked. You turned to look at him with confusion in your eyes. Did he just read your mind? The stupid smirk on his face made your cheeks feel hot with blush.
“Did I just say that out loud?” you asked sheepishly, looking down at your shoes.
“You did, you did. Is there something you’d like to tell me Y/N? Do you like me?” Jungkook teased.
“Not funny Kookie, don’t tease.” you said softly, taking a deep breath before looking up at him again. His lips were still blue, the mischievous glint in his eyes made him look younger, and you couldn’t help but fall even more in love with the cute, yet handsome man sitting next to you.
“I do…like you. And I hope that this won’t ruin our friendship. Because before anything you were my friend first and I hope that we-”
Jungkook cut you off with his lips gently pressing against yours. You could taste the remnants of sugar on his lips and you melted at the feel of how soft they were. You brought your hands up around his neck, pulling him in closer as his hands moved to cup your face, his thumbs stroking the soft apples of your cheeks. The kiss was slow, both of your lips just brushing together in between soft breaths, testing the boundaries and just feeling, tasting, and loving. Jungkook pulled away first, resting his forehead against your own as you both caught your breath, both your cheeks flushed in red.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a while now. Does that answer your question Y/N?” he asked softly, a small smiling tugging on the corners of his lips. You nodded and laughed airily.
“Kookie, you look so cute when you blush.” you admitted, and Jungkook grinned, leaning in to peck your lips gently as the Ferris wheel started to descend.
“And your blush is absolutely stunning…my jagiya.”
“He never did really understand that he had that inner light. Sitting and talking to Michael I would look into his eyes and I could see for 1,000 miles. He had these most incredible eyes. They come off good on film, but nothing like in person. When you’re actually sitting across there looking at him. Those eyes were unbelievable. There were times it would just stop me in my tracks and there were times I’d be around him where I’d kind of forget who he was and then it would dawn on me….‘I’m sitting here next to Michael Jackson.' I never really got over that. There were times he would do these quick little step things and they were like lightening. It was just so quick, so precise and just amazing." David Nordahl
Request: Hiiii! Could I please request a Sebastian Smythe x Reader where someone is flirting with y/n and Sebastian gets jealous?? Lots of fluff, please! Thanks!
I haven’t written a Sebastian Smythe imagine is so long… Please bare with me if this isn’t up to par with some of my older work.
REQUESTS ARE OPEN
I hope you enjoy!
Although he thought his jealousy was undetectable, Sebastian clenched his jaw, letting it be known to those who paid attention to detail. He watched as you laugh at something Kurt had said at the Glee Club party that Blaine invited him to, as a sign of good friendship. He remembered the first time he laid eyes on you. You were performing with the Glee Club and he was instantly taken, but he didn’t act on it for he was confused about his feelings.
But seeing you again, after asking for a sign from the heavens above, he knew that he had this second chance. But before he could even swoop you into a conversation, Sam and Kurt decided to crowd you. Sebastian knew that Kurt posed no threat, whatsoever, but it was Sam that worried him. Blonde, tall, handsome, he was sure that you were taken with him already.
Sebastian didn’t know that Sam didn’t catch your eye. You knew of Sebastian Smythe, notorious for attempting to ruin the Glee Club before you joined. You didn’t know that he was the most handsome fellow that you’ll ever put your eyes on. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when you saw, from the corner of your eye, that he was making his way over. But Kurt and Sam interrupted your fairytale moment.
Then Artie wheeled in. “Hey, (Y/N).” Artie waved. “You did really great at rehearsals today. You should’ve tried out for the lead in the musical.”
You blushed at the compliment and muttered a quiet thank you. Sebastian, who was out of earshot, quickly noticed your bashfulness and steam fumed from his ears. Artie, of all the guys in your club, was the one that you were interested in? He decided to situate himself closer so that he could listen into your conversation.
“No, seriously, (Y/N). Rachel’s voice is something we’ve heard time and time again. You have an amazing voice. You should fight Rachel for the role with a Diva Off.” Artie rambled on.
Sam and Kurt both agreed saying that you can definitely dethrone the Rachel Berry. You shrugged, “I mean, I’m not Rachel ready to perform. She’s always on-key and she’s a great dancer.” Kurt snorted at your compliment.
“You, my friend, are too kind. That’s probably why you’ve never been slushied.” Kurt laughed. You offered a small smile.
“It’s either you’re too nice or you’re too hot.” Sam said, bluntly. Sebastian rolled his eyes. “My vote is you’re too hot.” Your expression contorted itself to a uneasy look. You’ve gotten ‘pretty’ and ‘beautiful’ as compliments, and those were appropriate words… But the term ‘hot’ just made you roll your shoulders back to suggest for him to not say that.
“If you want vocal lessons, I can totally help. Not that you need it, your hot and your voice is amazing.” You bit your lip, not finding the correct words to tell them to stop. “You can go to my house and-”
He squeezed himself into your small circle and blurted out. “She can’t. She has vocal lessons with me.” You gave Sebastian a strange look, making him wink- almost inaudibly encouraging you to play along. “Why do you think her voice is so beautiful? Like she is.”
“Really, Sebastian, (Y/N)?” All three of them asked.
You nodded. “Hey, (Y/N), can I talk to you about our scheduling. I have lacrosse practice on our usual days this week.” Sebastian said, cocking his head to the side, telling you to follow him that way. You got up and said your goodbyes. “I’m sorry I butted in like that. I saw how uncomfortable you looked when they were calling you hot….”
“You didn’t have to save me. You aren’t the Flash or anything.” You laughed.
“I was actually going to call you my girlfriend, but I thought that since we don’t know each other for that long, it wouldn’t be as convincing. So I thought that I’d say I was your tutor for singing, not that you need it. But um-”
“You talk a mile a minute.” You laughed. A comfortable silence fell upon you two. “Was there something you wanted to ask me?”
“I was going to ask you out on a date… But I think I’ve already blew my chances. Good night, (Y/N).” Sebastian nodded, embarrassed at his rambling.
He started to walk off but you grabbed his arm. “Then Ask Me.” You whispered.
Steve and Tony: height and size differences (the list edition)
steve is taller than tony which means that tony has to look up at him most of times (when he’s not wearing the armor).
but this also means that he has to stand on his tip toes when they kiss and sometimes, steve likes to be difficult and not bend down to meet tony halfway. he finds it amusing and adorable at the way tony crinkles his nose in frustration. in the end, tony just pulls him down and it’s all good.
when it comes to sharing each others’ clothes ( @ishipallthings, i blame you for you this with that beautiful commission @hellogarbagetime did), tony’s clothes are too tight on steve while steve’s clothes are too loose on tony.
that doesn’t stop tony from wearing steve’s sweatpants ( he just rolls them up at the ankles, no biggie, and ties the drawstrings as tight as they will go) and especially his shirts because they’re so warm and smell of steve. it’s comforting.
steve also loves wearing tony’s shirts because 1) all his usual shirts are tight anyway and 2) he always loves seeing how tony looks at him when he wears them, eyes dazed and lips parted because damn, those muscles are lethal.
tony’s smol so steve carries him whenever he has the chance. to bed, after a mission, loving the feeling of how tony fits in his arms. it’s the same in bed, curling himself around tony, both of them fitting perfectly together like puzzle pieces.
steve’s swole so tony loves how steve’s body covers his, protecting and shielding him for whatever the outside world throws at them. he wraps his arms tightly around steve and enjoys the strong arms that wrap around his waist, tony feels safe.
they also both have a bit of a size kink, steve holding tony up as he fucks him against a wall or tony pulling steve down on top of him, wrapping his legs tightly around steve’s hips. it’s exciting for them both.
also, it’s the small things like tony sitting in between steve’s legs during movie nights or how well he fits underneath steve’s arm due to his height. it’s how steve bends down to whisper ‘i love you’ in to his ear and get a kiss goodbye when he lives for a mission.
it’s how tony reaches up for him sometimes, his arms around steve’s neck as he smiles up at him. it’s the sight of tony wearing his clothes, completed with his dog tags around his neck.
Founders trio being allowed to see their child after labor for the first time! And maybe them holding them
•Probably crying tears of joy. Tears are just spilling down his cheeks like omg he is so happy. He probably cried when he found out his s/o was pregnant in the first place, so finally getting to see his baby? He’s gonna cry a lot
•He’s just smiling so hard. Huge grin. His face is going to hurt. He’s so excited he’s just grinning down at his baby while he holds them
•Hashirama does a lot of that forehead touching stuff. Just wants to pick up his baby and touch foreheads or NOSE TOUCHING. HE’D TOUCH HIS NOSE TO HIS LITTLE BABY’S NOSE AWWWW. He can’t stop touching them. He knows he has to be gentle, but he just wants to bop his little baby’s nose and caress their face and play with the tuft of hair on their head
•Just can’t stop talking to/about his baby. “Look at him/her! So small! You’re so beautiful…” With those tears still in his eyes
•He’s very generous and selfless though, no matter how much he’d like to hold his baby for hours. He’ll let everyone else get their turn, especially his s/o. If anything, no matter how excited and overwhelmed he is, he wants his s/o to hold and spend time with their baby too. They’re the ones who pushed the kid out, they deserve quality time together
•Tobirama’s honestly not going to be able to process the exhilaration of being a dad at first because he was so stressed about the birthing in the first place. Afterward though, like, the second he sees his baby, he’s just a little shook
•He won’t really know what to do when he’s holding his baby, but he’s probably not going to let go. Just going to be super possessive once he realizes this is his baby he’s holding and omg he’s a dad! and omg his baby is so beautiful! wow! Can’t believe he made this little thing
•It’s actually a bit of a problem how unwilling he is to let go of his baby once he’s holding them. He’ll even hesitate to hand the baby over to his s/o. He just needs to hold them and soak in this new reality. No one touch his baby. It’s his baby.
•He’ll be a little nervous probably? He knows how to hold a baby, but he’s just so paranoid. Doesn’t want to drop his baby, and doesn’t want anyone else holding his baby either in case they drop them. Overprotective from the start tbh. Typical Tobirama
•Just spends a lot of time staring and examining them, not saying a word, the smallest of smiles on his lips every so often
•The cutest moment will probably be when his baby stops crying and gets adventurous, starts reaching for things, and grabs his finger and holds it in their little chubby fingers. Tobirama will die
•You won’t see the eagerness or elation in his voice or expression, but it’s in his eyes. And sometimes, a short smile will break his face
•There’s nothing he’d enjoy more than seeing those little eyes peel open and watching dark Uchiha orbs stare back at him. Madara is just proud. He made this little thing. It’s part of him. He has a child now. A child to call his own
•Very proud of his s/o too. Will probably postpone holding the baby for too long in favor of bringing them over to his s/o and placing the baby in their arms. He’ll make an offhand comment to his s/o, like “You did it, ______” with an unusually soft tone
•Madara is also rather stubborn, and won’t let anyone hold the baby except him and his s/o
•He’s probably happiest letting his s/o hold their baby while he leans over and watches. It’s later at home, during nights the baby cries and Madara goes to soothe them so his s/o doesn’t have to get up, that Madara does most of the holding and bonding with his baby
The Zodiac signs and the type of person they would date.
Aries: Your blonde moments would need to paired up with someone who learns by the books. The cutest couple ever omg. Religion is a key thing in your relationship, along with a love for dancing and One Direction. Your partner would need to be allergic to pawpaws and be able to cook, since you can’t even crack an egg without damaging something.
Taurus: You partner would have to be buff and fit, just like you. If they’re not health conscience, you guys wouldn’t be able to go on those cute afternoon jogs around the neighbourhood before stopping to get a salad somewhere fancy. Their sparkling eyes would match yours, putting you both under a spell when together. You’re quite on the serious side with a slight salty undertone. Your partner would balance that out by having a slight sense of humour but a love for vintage items.
Gemini: Having beautiful hair yourself, you look for someone who could meet your high standards. They would need to be taller than you, with a love for sleeping and dogs. Other than them needing to be able to cuddle for hours, not minding late night phone calls, enjoying all the weird foods you enjoy, loving KPOP and being as funny as you, you’re not that picky (NB sarcasm).
Cancer: The main things that you look for in someone is height (taller than you) and being able to make flow jokes. Together, you’ll have a large sock collection. They must love hugs that last over an eternity, watching cartoons at 4 in the morning, dealing with the fact that you’re a hoarder and must be brave since you’re afraid of pretty much anything.
Leo: The rebellious, bad boy/ girl kinda vibe who’ll break rules for you is the one that you hunt down. You’ll need someone that shares the same kinks as you, which is plenty might I add. The person you seek has to have a personality to die for, that consisting of being possessive over you, a mind dirtier than a public bathroom floor, being hilarious and obviously up for late night adventures.
Virgo: Deep conversations at night? Cuddles in the morning? Being able to understand your mumbles? Accepting of who you are? Loving the booty? Yes, yes, yes, yes and yes. Their strength, angelic singing voice and magical instrument playing roped you in since day one. Dancing till the cows come home will be a common occurrence.
Libra: You’d date someone sassy with a hefty dash of sweet. Their ability to bring your beautiful smile to your face is something everyone desires. They need to be able to do athletic activities, but also not mind doing anything at all. They need to be a good listener, someone who you can trust with your life and someone who’s just as amazing as you. Cute galore.
Scorpio: All you need is a shared love for sports, 9gag, dirty minds and bread with butter. Simplicity at its best, nothing is in your way. You’re quite easy to please, but buff biceps or big bum bums really get you going. You need someone who is either just as fussy as you or is willing to help you get over some of the things you struggle with.
Sagittarius: The classic Prince Charming or Cinderella is the one you long to hold. They have high determination levels to get what they really want, along with endless charm, amazing moves on the dance floor and being people-people. There’ll never be a dull moment in your relationship as you’ll always be trying out new things with them.
Capricorn: Although your hatred for people is strong, there is that one person that’ll make your knees weak. They’ll be strong with no emotions, always ready for climbing a mountain or some adventurous shiz like that, being able to cook (but not as good as you), able to make you laugh till your tummy hurts, and having the ability to crack the shell that you’ve put up.
Aquarius: You don’t look for anything specific. You love who your heart chooses to love. The only things you look for personality wise is pride in what they do, self confidence, having the ability to turn your frowns upside down, having a secret party trick and they must love every animal that exists. There’s no excuse to not want a million of every one.
Pisces: To be honest, you don’t even need a horoscope to find out what type of person you’d date. You get along with everyone and although you are very awkward, it just seems to work. Your constant charm lures in almost every person who lays eyes on you. You taste in a companion varies almost everyday. Some very serious and short, others tall and flexible. Who knows. What I do know is that this partner will be lucky as hell.
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Most notorious outlaw West of the Mississippi. Maybe East of it as well. He wouldn’t know. Never had much cause to go back that way.
It was unsurprising, given his parentage. Ma’s brains and pa’s shooting were the two gifts they’d left him before they passed, and they’d served him well all his life.
He’d been more or less on his own ever since. He partnered up when it suited him, but extending trust too far had taught him lessons early on he wasn’t likely to forget, and once he cleared adolescence he made it policy never to let anyone get too close.
He was a rogue of the West, and spent his days creating headaches and causing trouble for the men he deemed unfit to lead, relieving them of goods and wealth he didn’t think they deserved. He spent his days helping folk who needed it- and helping himself when he needed it- and always staying one step ahead of the law.
He never expected one day he’d be in desperate need of help from someone else.
And he most definitely never expected that help to come from a deputy of the most corrupt sheriff the West had ever seen.
Poe had a tendency to walk into every town like he owned the place. It didn’t always serve him well, but who didn’t love a good bar brawl now and then? Got the juices flowin’. Made a man feel alive.
Still, he was forced to admit it may have been a poor move, heading into the township of Sheriff Ren with an excess of swagger and a defect of fear… especially given their history, and how much of a rotten pissant the man was.
Poe had a tendency to walk into every town like he owned the place. It didn’t always serve him well, but who didn’t love a good bar brawl now and then? Got the juices flowin’. Made a man feel alive.
Still, he was forced to admit it may have been a poor move, heading into the township of Sheriff Ren with an excess of swagger and a defect of fear… especially given their history, and how much of a rotten pissant the man was.
Sure enough, he’d only just finished his first whiskey and started scoping about for the right kind of gamblers to swindle out of their gold (trying to be too intrigued by that guy in the corner by himself, drinking quietly with his head down and what look’s like the weight of the world on his shoulders), when the cavalry arrived, a veritable storm of bounty hunters, deputies and average folk wanting a piece of the prize. They clutched wanted posters and pistols in their fists and had dollar signs in their eyes.
He gave them a run for their money. At least he liked to tell himself as much when he thought back on it years later, but the men he’d rode into town with proved yellow as soon as the first wave of hunters came into the saloon. Turned tail faster than a beat dog.
Poe had a knack for getting himself out of dicey situations, usually through the use of his considerable wit, charm and his blessedly dashing looks. Sadly, it seemed talking his way out of this one wasn’t going to work for once. Sheriff Ren had lost a whole lot of good money on account of Poe, and he was not the forgiving type.
Poe’s luck, it seemed, had finally caught up with him.
He was set to be hanged at high noon, but the noose never touched his neck.
Not, sadly, due to any ingenious plan of his own, but by the mercy of a complete stranger.
The most courageous and hopelessly naive man he’d ever come across in his life or probably ever would again.
His goddamn hero.
They escaped by the skin of their teeth and headed into the wilds. Poe was pretty banged up, courtesy of Sheriff Kylo Ren and his lackeys, but there was air in his lungs and blood still pumped in his veins, and for that he was infinitely grateful. He also had a certain amount of gratitude for the gentleness of the courageous stranger’s hands, and the way he doctored Poe’s wounds with such patience and care, never once commenting if Poe winced or cried out in pain.
He tried not to dwell on that bit, and managed for the most part.
The Sheriff, it seemed, was not a man to be trifled with. For Poe to have crossed him not once but twice and still be breathing was already more than he could handle. That he’d managed to escape through betrayal by one of his own deputies was more than he could bear.
He pursued them relentlessly.
With such enormous targets on their backs, it only made sense to stick together, to watch one another’s until the danger passed.
Just for a while, Poe told himself.
‘Til they got far enough away Ren would give up, if that ever happened.
In the mean time, Finn was doing this really unsettling thing where he was acting like a good man and it was doing a number on Poe’s carefully constructed walls. He had determined long before meeting Finn that that such men didn’t exist, or were few and far between. He tried not to like him overmuch, but you can’t be around that kind of relentless earnestness and not be affected by it.
In a thousand little ways, without even knowing it Finn seemed dead set on shaking him up and proving his closely held beliefs wrong.
He did it again and again, and Poe was powerless to stop it. He did it with his easy laugh, or the way it just seemed so easy for him to dole out kindness. In the way he tended to horses, always chattering away to them as he did, calling them pretty when they were good and chastising them when they weren’t. In the way he always offered up peppermint or licorice when he got a stash in town, or the way his eyes sparkled with enjoyment when he and Poe argued about the merits (or lack thereof) of licorice, or whatever silly thing they picked to fill up the quiet.
He didn’t even make it a week before he started thinking of Finn as the best damn friend he’d ever had.
It had been over a year since Finn cut him down from the gallows and out of the jaws of death.
Ren stopped chasing them, or at least lost their trail, but they never did manage to part ways. At this point, Poe was certain the only way Finn would ever get rid of him would be if he decided to pump him full of bullets and leave him for dead.
Dammit, even if he did that (not that Poe could even imagine it), Poe was sure he’d crawl across the entire fucking desert just to look him in the eyes and ask him why.
Finn wasn’t just his friend any more.
He wanted him to be, desperately but more than half a year ago, things had started to get twisted up in Poe’s head and he couldn’t untangle them. Maybe longer ago than that.
He tried not to think about it, and by day they were usually too busy outrunning and outgunning trouble for him to fret about it. But by night, the yearning had started to creep in, and it was all Finn’s goddamn fault.
Finn was too goddamn soft.
It was impossible not to think about him in the kinda way a man shouldn’t think about another. His eyes were kind and his laugh was easy, and Poe spent so much time just trying to avert his gaze, to push down the longing so he wouldn’t act like a damn fool and scare off the best thing that ever happened to him. Because that’s what Finn was.
The kind of man who’d take a bullet for you without a second thought. The kind of man you could tell things to, things Poe never thought he’d say out loud to anyone. Things about his parents, or the things Poe did to survive in the first few years after their passing. Things he never wanted to say, things he never thought he could, seemed to just come out of him when he looked at chocolate colored eyes gleaming in the firelight, sensitive and patient.
Stopping the thing inside him is impossible, Poe knew that. Poe didn’t think anyone who lived a life in such shadow could come into contact with the light that was Finn and not come ti love him with every last bit of themselves.
Stopping such feelings was more than impossible, but controlling them wasn’t. At nights, he laid awake and thought about what Finn’s strong arms would feel like around him, what those beautiful hands would feel like on his body, but by days he smiled at him but never for too long.
And then one night at their campfire, when the ache had gotten so bad that Poe thought he might just get on his horse and ride away and never look back, Finn simply leaned over and pressed his lips against Poe’s. It was gentle and his lips were soft, and it lasted only seconds before he pulled back and fixed Poe with a stare that was equal parts heated and terrified.
Poe’s heart nearly stopped and his brain worked overtime trying to catch up on what had just happened, that brief, beautiful and entirely unexpected thing.
They’d run outta whiskey two nights before, so there was no way he could blame it on…
So that meant…did Finn want…?
“If I crossed a line, and you wanna take a swing at me, I understand,” Finn said, eyes downcast but still reflecting firelight. “Though I’d take it as kindness if you didn’t,” he mumbled, and something inside Poe exploded, because how could Finn not know, how could he not know that he was everything? From the minute he cut him down from the gallows, and every minute after.
Then show him, growled an impatient voice in his head, and he finally had the sense to take Finn by the jaw and return his kiss hard enough to hurt.
And that was it.
The end of the longing, the beginning of a life he never knew he wanted.
They got by on skirting the law for another couple of years. Finn, in spite of his charming naivety, proved useful in a fight and could usually be trusted to help carry out a scheme of Poe’s without difficulty.
They kept it up, toeing the lines of right and wrong to get by, but once they realized the extent of the thing between them, they knew it was time to stop running and start living.
So that’s what they do.
They find themselves a nice-sized plot with the money they’ve taken from them who never deserved it, in a place where no one they’ve crossed will be likely to find them.
It’s not much, really, the life they have. No one else would ever find it particularly grand or exciting. The men he’d known in his glory days, the men he’d fought with, killed with…they’d laugh in his face to see him now. And maybe try to stick a knife in him for being so wrong.
Poe doesn’t care. He has Finn now, Finn who is the best man he’s ever known, maybe the best man who ever lived. He has Finn however he wants, whenever he wants and Finn has him back.
In the bed they share, on the rug in front of the wood stove. In the grassy field under the summer sun, or when they crawl out of the creek after a swim, shivering and nude and in need of the best kind of warmth. After they bicker over whether or not raising chickens is worth the effort, after Finn shows him how to make a cobbler.
No matter where it is, no matter what leads to it, from the first time as young, men embarking on something alien and terrifying, to the very last, when they’re both gray and more than a little achey, every single time, it’s home.