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Terms of Endearment.

Spencer Reid x Reader

In which Spencer decides to call his girlfriend cute names, because he read somewhere that terms of endearment can make a partner feel more special and loved. He wants her to feel loved, so he experiments over the course of a few days: he calls her every pet name he can think of until he runs out of new ones to see what she likes the most. When she catches onto what he’s doing and asks about it, his response is adorable.

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Peridot puts these on for every excuse she can find.  They’re her official “doing science” goggles.  Lapis got fed up with rounding a corner and finding Peridot at crotch-height with x-ray specs, so she started hiding them.  Peridot just kept showing up with them again the next day.  Lapis hid them in more and more outlandish places.  Peridot kept acting like nothing had happened, and kept showing up wearing the damn goggles.  It was driving Lapis to distraction, until, eventually, she witnessed Peridot forget that her goggles were already on her head, give up on finding them, and sit down to make a new pair on the spot.  She’d never even noticed that Lapis had been stealing them.

I could have made you so happy if you’d given me the chance. There is nothing I would not have done for you. I completely adored you… I don’t think you ever truly understood how much.
I don’t think you ever realized how much of an impact you had on me… how I lit up like a Christmas tree whenever you were around or how I laughed more and had more energy… I was almost a completely different person with you than I was with everyone else, but I was still me - just a happier me…
And I miss that person I used to be… I miss her every day – but I miss YOU more…. More than you could ever imagine. I just wish I could have been the one to make you happy for the rest of your life… the one to love you and take care of you…. I wanted SO MUCH to be that person in your life… but there wasn’t a place for me. I could see that I was only ever in the way and being your friend was far too painful… But please know that wherever you are, I’m thinking of you and loving you from a distance – just as I always have… Because I will always be the woman who loves you – even if you don’t love me back… And that is why I am wishing only good things for you and hoping you have a long and happy life… even if it isn’t with me.
House Rules (M)

Originally posted by nnochu

Summary: Frustration over recent political changes sets you off, and your loving husband helps you see the error of your ways.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 7,492

Warning: Dom!Yoongi, husband/wife relationship, teasing, punishment, edging, ass play, dirty talk, political themes

A/N: I could probably add more warnings. Rest assured, this is not vanilla. Enjoy!

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

It took twenty minutes to lull Rosie back into a sound sleep.  She was drowsy from the medicine, which helped, but she was clearly still feeling the effects of the fever, and the first couple of times John tried to lay her back down she woke back up with a miserable cry.  Honestly, John thought as he held her close and walked her around the room, she might as well be Sherlock’s daughter if her appalling timing was anything to go by.

He was torn between feeling grateful and regretful at her interruption.  He had still been able to feel Sherlock’s warmth clinging to him as he’d climbed the stairs to get her, but it had dissipated more and more every second like steam rising from the surface of a pond on a cold day, lovely and impossible to hold on to.  But maybe it was better this way; maybe they needed a few moments to cool off, to map out this new territory before they lost themselves in it.

He sighed and pressed his lips to Rosie’s head, hushing her with soothing words.  She turned her head into his shoulder, sniffling, and let her eyes close, one fist clutching at the worn collar of his t-shirt.  Music drifted up through the floorboards, the delicate notes of Sherlock’s violin wending their way through the flat.  

John smiled; he recognized the tune.  He didn’t know the name of it, but it was what Sherlock always played when Rosie couldn’t sleep.  He’d been meaning to ask if it was one of Sherlock’s own compositions because it resembled a lullaby, but it wasn’t one John had ever heard before.  The thought alone made John ache to return downstairs and finish what they’d started.

Rosie’s breathing slowly evened out, deep and steady, as Sherlock’s music drifted around them, and John gently lowered her back down into her crib; she sighed and curled up around her blanket but didn’t wake.  John held onto the edge of the crib and watched her a moment longer, strangely nervous all of a sudden.  Which was ridiculous, he thought, since he knew that the only thing awaiting him downstairs was what he’d always wanted.

But perhaps that was just it.  He and Sherlock had never been able to get to this place before; there had always been something standing between them, death and marriage and chaos keeping them apart.  And now that he was here, now that this new life was his to take…he was afraid he wouldn’t know how to keep it.

He shut his eyes, breathing in and out, attempting to calm the rapid beating of his heart.  When he was sure he wasn’t going to lose it, he pushed away from Rosie’s crib and took the stairs with slow, even steps.

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I Broke Down Tonight

So tonight something very strange happened. Something that has never happened to me before. I had a panic attack. My day was going normally and I was at work. 10 minutes before my shift, I started to feel a little bit weird. I was uncomfortable. I felt disconnected from the world around me. My hands started shaking and I started shivering and twitching. I clocked out at work and quickly went downstairs and just sat there, thinking about a ton of things all at once. Next thing I knew, I was outside on the sidewalk with two of my co workers beside me trying to calm me down. I was curled up in a ball, breathing heavily with tears running down my face. At first, I couldn’t pin point why this was happening. But then it hit me. Lately, I had been thinking a lot about some people from the start of my channel. People that used to support every video I did and would always interact with me. Flashes of these people flew into my memory. These people were people who I talked to on a regular basis and people I was getting to know fairly well. One of them in particular (who will go nameless) messaged me first because of my videos. She had said that she was very very depressed and cut herself on a regular basis, And at one point had contemplated suicide. At the time, I was making videos on a very regular basis. She said that my videos brought her so much joy and put a smile on her face. My videos were the reason that she had stopped cutting. Months went by and my videos got more and more infrequent. And then I never heard from that girl again. Then, a few months after, I found out that the amazing, strong, and wonderful girl who had sent me those messages months before, had ended her own life. This hit me harder than ever tonight. After conjuring up this memory of her in my mind, I just couldn’t pull myself together. I was crying as my dad held me in his arms asking me what was wrong. And for the first time, I was completely honest with him. I told him that I don’t want to go to college. I told him how much I absolutely adore YouTube, and I told him how incredibly terrified I am of not reaching my dreams as a yputuber. At first, he didn’t understand. He thought my dream was to get famous and be able to make a lot of money. But then I explained my real dream to him. My dream as a YouTuber is to make as many people as I can happy. I want to be there for you all every single day and bring a smile to your faces. I want to make you laugh when you feel like crying. I want to make you smile when you feel like breaking down. I want to make you happy even when you are at your lowest. The thought of that amazing girl ending her own life crushed me. I almost felt responsible for her death. I wish that I had done more. I wish that I had talked to her more. I wish that I could have made more videos for when she felt down. I don’t just want to entertain people. I want to give them hope. I want to make people smile and I want to show people that they truly matter. I don’t do YouTube because I want to get famous. I do YouTube because I want to make people’s lives better. I do it because I want to inspire people and make them feel happy on their saddest days. I do YouTube because I don’t want anyone to feel alone. I want to be there for you guys. I want to be the person you can look to when you are at your lowest and I want to help you in your time of need. I cannot even begin to examine how absolutely in love with YouTube I am. I love it more than anything. I can’t live without it and for this next year, I am going to try as hard as I can to make my dreams come true and I will not stop until it does. You all mean the world to me. I wouldn’t be the happy person I am today without you. Thank you all so much for all of your amazing support. Your comments and tweets and edits and fanarts and everything you do makes me so happy. I love you guys so much. Thank you. Let’s make this year amazing and let’s grow this community into something incredible. A community where everyone respects each other and helps each other out. A community where everyone is close and friendly. A community where no one will ever feel alone. I know we can do this. I love you all so much.

You Will Never Not Matter

I just… want to know how the team reacted the first time Junkrat stood up straight and there was this moment of ‘oh shit, he’s actually a tol?!

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Maybe it was like, [and I know I use DVa a lot for these headcanons but she always seems inquisitive and personable in the way young people usually are]:

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A quiet day, people are relaxing and doing whatever; the junkers are in the lounge area chilling and working on their stuff, others are around them too. D.Va is with them, as she tends to be, more recently, because they’re friends… and can be talked into playing video games with her. The rest of the base either can’t work the controls or is tired of being railroaded by a teenager in every game from Retro!Pacman to more recent releases.

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D.Va: Hey Roadhog, how did someone like you (*gestures to the fact he’s like twice her height whilst mechless*) find someone like Rat? He’s so small and kinda your opposite, really…

(Junkrat, cackling in the distance, as he works on his bomb launcher)

Roadhog: What do you mean, small?

D.Va: You know, he’s sorta… like almost my height… and you could probably pick us both up in a hand and toss us like javelins if you wanted…

((Hooting laughter from someone who is half-listening)

D.Va: …or maybe a cannonball, he’s more like a cannonball…

Roadhog, clearly amused: Hey Jamie… 

Junkrat: Yeah mate?

Roadhog: C’mere for a minute.

Junkrat: Kinda in the middle a’ something Hoggie… aaaaaaand done. 

(*clunking over all hunched and interested in what the other man wanted, feigned innocence not quite working because of the shiteating grin plastered all over his face bc he was listening and knew exactly what was about to happen*)

D.Va: See? He’s my height, almost… 

(*measures utilising the old hand on top of her head to his head movement, he’s honestly a little taller than her, so she’s on tiptoes*)

Roadhog, humouring her: Is that right?

(A Pause)

Roadhog: Jamie… stand up.

Junkrat: Anything for you, Mako mate…

(The crouching lanky creatures starts to straighten out… standing up, and up, and up… until he’s equal to around Roadhog’s shoulders)

D.Va & Assembled heroes: Holy shit/WTF/Who let this happen

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Also DVa: You sonofabitch, you saw me trying to get cookies out of the overhead cupboard whilst balancing on like three stacked chairs the other day, and you could’ve just stood up and got them for me?! Stay right there, I am going to get my mech to kick your lanky tol ass…

Let's Talk About Love...! ❤️

ARIES:

Aries - Aries: “I love you like every action I take.”
Aries - Taurus: “I love you more than batman loves his cave.”
Aries - Gemini: “I love you like Winnie the Pooh loves honey.”
Aries - Cancer: “I love you more than a watch loves to tick.”
Aries - Leo: “I love you because you’re awesome just like me.”
Aries - Virgo: “I love you more than all the answers on the Internet!”
Aries - Libra:  “I love you like French Fries.”
Aries - Scorpio: “I love you like a cat loves a mouse.”
Aries - Sagittarius: “I love you like my Xbox.”
Aries - Capricorn: “I love you more than zombies love brains.”
Aries - Aquarius: “I love you more than you can ever imagine.”
Aries - Pisces: “I love you like a sea of flowers. More than a garden of smiles and a world of hugs.”


TAURUS:

Taurus - Aries: “I love you more then I love Netflix! And that’s a lot.”
Taurus - Taurus: “I love you like there are grains of sand in every beach, of every planet, of every galaxy in the universe.”
Taurus - Gemini: “I love you like a flower loves the rain.”
Taurus - Cancer: “I love you more than Edward loves Bella.”
Taurus - Leo: “I love you like distance everybody loves Raymond.”
Taurus - Virgo: “I love you more than anything in the whole wide world.”
Taurus - Libra: “I love you more than Peter Pan loves Neverland.”
Taurus - Scorpio: “I love you like a pig loves not being bacon.”
Taurus - Sagittarius:  “I love you like I love food.”
Taurus - Capricorn: “I love you more than the Beast loved Belle.”
Taurus - Aquarius: “I love you more than a letter loves an envelope.”
Taurus - Pisces: “I love you like the butterflies in the gardens, the rainbow over the blue sky, and the greeneries in the meadow.”


GEMINI:

Gemini - Aries: “I love you like a bee loves honey.”
Gemini - Taurus: “I love you like I did yesterday, but I not as much as tomorrow but always forever.”
Gemini - Gemini: “I love you more than Charlie loves Wonka bars.”
Gemini - Cancer: “I love you like cookies, and believe me I love cookies!”
Gemini - Leo: “I love you like the sun loves redheads.”
Gemini - Virgo: “I love you like you can possibly imagine.”
Gemini - Libra: “I love you more than an emo boy loves tight pants.”
Gemini - Scorpio: “I love you like old ladies love blue dye.”
Gemini - Sagittarius: “I love you more than a sailor loves swearing.”
Gemini - Capricorn: “I love you more than time loves a paradox.”
Gemini - Aquarius: “I love you like words can describe, numbers can count and the forever growing universe can discover.”
Gemini - Pisces: “I love you like a skinny person loves salad.”


CANCER:

Cancer - Aries: “I love you more than a woman loves fixing up a bachelor with one of her single friends.”
Cancer - Taurus: “I love you like an Italian loves pasta.”
Cancer - Gemini: “I love you more than the British love their tea.”
Cancer - Cancer: “I love you like the sun, the ocean and the mountains.”
Cancer - Leo: ”I love you more than an incontinent person loves a toilet.”
Cancer - Virgo: “I love you more than Jack loved Rose.”
Cancer - Libra: “I love you more than schoolgirls love to gossip.”
Cancer - Scorpio: “I love you more than a junkie loves weed.”
Cancer - Sagittarius: “I love you more than the plague loves rats.”
Cancer - Capricorn:  “I love you like you say you love me times a million more, and just so you know I love you MORE square root that by infinity.”
Cancer - Aquarius: “I love you more than older people love tapioca.”
Cancer - Pisces: “I love you more than pizza.”


LEO:

Leo - Aries:  “I love you like women love diamonds.”
Leo - Taurus: “I love you more than a dentist loves crooked teeth.”
Leo - Gemini: “I love you more than commercials love annoying us.”
Leo - Cancer:  “I love you like the sun loves the moon.”
Leo - Leo: “I love you more than everythIng in this entire world. With every step and every breath I take, every rush of blood, every whisper of thought, and every beat of my heart comes the reminder that I love you, and I live for you. Because you are my whole world, my everything, and my life.”
Leo - Virgo: “I love you like iPhone and iPad combined, which I cannot live without.”
Leo - Libra:  “I love you like there are stars in the sky.”
Leo - Scorpio: “I love you more than a duck loves water.”
Leo - Sagittarius: “I love you more than a lawyer loves money.”
Leo - Capricorn: “I love you more than a hippie loves his long hair.”
Leo - Aquarius: “I love you like Brangelina loves adopting kids.”
Leo - Pisces: “I love you like burritos, tacos, and nachos.”


VIRGO:

Virgo - Aries:  “I love you like there are words in books.”
Virgo - Taurus:  “I love you like a child loves his teddy-bear.”
Virgo - Gemini: “I love you like a cop loves thieves.”
Virgo - Cancer:  “I love you like the Cookie Monster loves cookies.”
Virgo - Leo: “I love you like the distance between us.”
Virgo - Virgo: “I love you like a mother loves her child.”
Virgo - Libra:  “I love you like a movie geek loves his/hers popcorn.”
Virgo - Scorpio: “I love you like a smoker loves a cigarette.”
Virgo - Sagittarius:  “I’ll love you longer than forever.”
Virgo - Capricorn: “I love you more than money and more than the stars above.”
Virgo - Aquarius:  “I love you like any word can say.”
Virgo - Pisces: “I love you like a dog loves biting a piece of bone.”


LIBRA:

Libra - Aries:  “I love you like apple pie, lemon meringue pie and chocolate mud pie.”
Libra - Taurus: “I love you like “Harry Potter,” and that should have been impossible.”
Libra - Gemini: “I love you more than words can show.”
Libra - Cancer: “I love you like the unforgettable first kiss.”
Libra - Leo: “I love you more than dad loves his daughter.”
Libra - Virgo: “I love you like any person loves sleeping.”
Libra - Libra:  “I love you like an angel loves the heavens.”
Libra - Scorpio: “I love you more than a teenage boy loves masturbating.”
Libra - Sagittarius: “I love you like I love sushi.”
Libra - Capricorn: “I love you like you’ll ever know.”
Libra - Aquarius: “I love you more than words, in all the books, in all the world.”
Libra - Pisces: “I love you more than free WiFi.”


SCORPIO:

Scorpio - Aries: “I love you like a pervert loves porn.”
Scorpio - Taurus:  “I love you more than a child loves candy.”
Scorpio - Gemini: “I love you like cheesecake, carrot cake and chocolate cake.”
Scorpio - Cancer: “I love you not only for what you are but for what I am when I’m with you.”
Scorpio - Leo: “I love you more than I love naps.”
Scorpio - Virgo: “I love you more than there are grains of sand on every beach, of every planet, of every galaxy in the universe.”
Scorpio - Libra: “I love you like a nerd loves his glasses.”
Scorpio - Scorpio: “I love you higher than the sky and deeper than the water in the ocean.”
Scorpio - Sagittarius: “I love you more than yesterday and that’s how I feel every day.”
Scorpio - Capricorn:  “I love you more than a drug addict loves heroine.”
Scorpio - Aquarius: “I love you like a hooker loves a street corner.”
Scorpio - Pisces: “I love you like all the raindrops that fall in a summer thunderstorm.”


SAGITTARIUS:

Sagittarius - Aries: “I love you like a fat kid loves cake.”
Sagittarius - Taurus: “I love you more than a child loves Christmas.”
Sagittarius - Gemini: “I love you like the Godiva chocolate, my favourite.”
Sagittarius - Cancer: “I love you more than stinky cheese.”
Sagittarius - Leo: “I love you more than the government loves taxing its citizens.”
Sagittarius - Virgo: “I love you like my iPhone, and I wish I can hold you in my hands, every minute of the day.”
Sagittarius - Libra: “I love you more than Russel Crowe loves throwing phones at people.”
Sagittarius - Scorpio: “I love you like when I get a seat on the crowded train so that I can play games on my smartphone with both hands.”
Sagittarius - Sagittarius: “I love you like the Lemon Meringue Pie which my mother bakes, that reminds me of the sweet memory of my childhood.”
Sagittarius - Capricorn: “I love you more than Brazil loves football.”
Sagittarius - Aquarius: “I love you more than a fly loves crap.”
Sagittarius - Pisces: “I love you like a little girl dreams of love.”


CAPRICORN:

Capricorn - Aries: “I love you like my cat, and no one has replaced her so far.”
Capricorn - Taurus: “I love you more than ever, more than time and more than love.”
Capricorn - Gemini:  “I love you like a nerd loves homework.”
Capricorn - Cancer: “I love you like the sand loves the sea.”
Capricorn - Leo: “I love you more than Johnny Depp, George Clooney and Leo DiCaprio combined.”
Capricorn - Virgo: “I love you more than you’ll ever know.”
Capricorn - Libra: “I love you like Santa loves cookies and milk.”
Capricorn - Scorpio:  “I love you like the thrills I get from roller coaster ride, skiing down an icy slope, and bungee jumping.”
Capricorn - Sagittarius: “I love you like guys love football.”
Capricorn - Capricorn: “I love you more than Snape loved Lily.”
Capricorn - Aquarius: “I love you like my morning coffee.”
Capricorn - Pisces: “I love you like trees love water.”


AQUARIUS:

Aquarius - Aries:  “I love you like a surfer loves his board.”
Aquarius - Taurus: “I love you more than a sad woman loves chocolate.”
Aquarius - Gemini: “I love you like my next breath.”
Aquarius - Cancer: “I love you more than a punk loves his hair gel.”
Aquarius - Leo: “I love you like words can describe, numbers can count and the constantly grown technology can discover.”
Aquarius - Virgo: “I love you like a cat loves chasing its tail.”
Aquarius - Libra: “I love you like a grandma loves her grandchildren.”
Aquarius - Scorpio: “I love you more than coffee, but please don’t make me prove it.”
Aquarius - Sagittarius: “I love you more today than I did yesterday, but not as much as tomorrow and many days to come.”
Aquarius - Capricorn: “I love you more than a blonde loves her hair-dye.”
Aquarius - Aquarius: “I love you like anything you could ever say or imagine and every breath I take is for you.”
Aquarius - Pisces: “I love you like Cinderella loved Prince Charming.”


PISCES:

Pisces - Aries: “I love you like my dog, and that should have said enough.”
Pisces - Taurus: “I love you like I love penguins, my favourite animal since the third grade.”
Pisces - Gemini: “I love you like lice love an elementary school.”
Pisces - Cancer: “I love you like Romeo loves Juliet.”
Pisces - Leo: “I love you more than the Imperial March loves Darth Vader.”
Pisces - Virgo: “I love you more than an emo loves black.” 
Pisces - Libra: “I love you like I love beer.”
Pisces - Scorpio: “I love you like fish need water!”
Pisces - Sagittarius: “I love you like a mouse loves cheese.”
Pisces - Capricorn: “I love you more than Voldemort loved killing people.”
Pisces - Aquarius: “I love you more than an alcoholic loves beer.”
Pisces - Pisces:  “I love you like Mickey loves Minnie.”

  • Maui: the ocean says you're a nerd
  • Moana: I'm not surprised

anonymous asked:

is it at all possible you could write something where Lily and Petunia DON'T hate each other? Petunia never went bitter about being a Muggle. Sister power! Sister love! Yes? Because the good-Petunia was so brilliant and actually believable!

I don’t think I’ve yet written a Lily who hated Petunia, actually. I’m not sure she understood her, or trusted her, but Lily always loved her sister.

I like to think of Lily Evans Potter as a person who had immense faith in other people– not faith that people were good, but that they could be. I think she believed in change– it’s why she married James, when he grew up and got his head out of his ass. I don’t think she ever could have loved him if she didn’t believe in transformation.

I like that about Lily. It’s a certain type of bravery, to be able to stand up to your friends, to turn your back on people you love when they have crossed too many lines. It’s another kind of strength entirely to be willing to let people close to you again, to believe them when they say they have changed.

I think she loved her friend Severus, really, truly, always. I think she was waiting for him to get over being a dickwad. I think she would have waited forever, but I also like to think she wouldn’t have shed any tears over it, no matter how long the years of her life.

We don’t know much about Lily Potter, when you really get down to it. She was friends with a greasy git who loved her, until he hurt her. She shouted down bullies, and then she married one of them. She fought in a war, and she died at home in front of her son.

But my Lily, the one I write, she loved hard, and she didn’t stop– even when she backed up and put up boundaries and forswore friendships. She didn’t ignore ugly things in people–bitterness and bigotry–but she was twenty one years old and I think she believed people could make themselves better than they had been.

She thought they could burn it out of them– the way Petunia wouldn’t listen, the way she grew more brittle with every year; the way Severus couldn’t share, couldn’t trust, the way he needed someone to hate more than he hated himself.

She believed that, one day, they could be kinder, if they just tried. Severus would grow up, would pass her randomly in Diagon Alley and sweep his hair out of his eyes and ask if she had time for some tea, there were things they should talk about, he was sorry, and he’d been tutoring Muggleborns up at Hogwarts because he knew what it was like to feel out of place. Maybe Petunia would call on her birthday and wish her well. They’d meet halfway in a park and Harry and Dudley would get mud and grass everywhere, trying to walk but mostly falling, and laughing.

Lily kept her heart close to her chest, because those things can break, but she never hated any of them. She loved them. She was waiting.

Confession rehearsal

A/n: in which Marinette lies to Adrien, daily


The sounds of the city have become a muted thing, all she can hear is the rushing of her heartbeat, a crazy lub dub that fills her sight with stars.

Or maybe that’s just because she’s forgetting to breathe again.

Even the buffeting wind that encircles them is oddly quiet, a blessedly cold caress against her flushed cheeks.

But he’s here. His eyes are wide and curious and the prettiest shade of green. Almost exactly the color of sunlight drifting through leaves.

And she’ll lose her focus if she thinks anymore, because in stark contrast to his eyes, his smile is comforting. It’s a soft, little thing of warmth and encouragement.

Her reality cements itself again when Chat Noir gives her the most earnest thumbs up, the material of his suit is so blatantly loud as he shifts awkwardly.

She gathers up all the courage settled into her dots, the thing that’s decidedly a part of Ladybug and not Marinette.

Her cheeks burn and the words fall out with a vague rush of relief. She shuts her eyes, lets her dry lips stretch and contort to shape what she needs to say.

“Sorry, I know it’s really sudden and all…but I…I really, really like you. For a long time…a-actually…oh god.”

Her eyes are still screwed shut, and this time the stars she sees are from that rather than lack of air. She wonders if she can make a wish on these ones, considering Paris is too bright to ever see real ones.

His soft laughter causes that same familiar pain to lance through her, she wrings her hands in agitation and irritation mixed with all her affection tinges her words.

“You promised you wouldn’t laugh.” She chides, closing the distance between them, and with a strangely Herculean effort, punches him casually on the shoulder.

He chuckles a bit more, rubbing at his arm.

“I’m not…not at you…not exactly, Ladybug. It’s just you always close your eyes. It looks really painful. But at least you didn’t call him ‘beautiful boy’ this time around.”

He seems to notice her underlying discomfort and thinks she’s genuinely still worried about this night’s rehearsal. He takes it in the way she wants him to.

(And in the way she really doesn’t.)

And like always, he makes her confidence a priority. His encouragement is the farthest thing from false.

(Even if it hurts…oh so much…that she’s practicing these confessions for some other person.)

He places his hands on her small shoulders, his smile is that a little more mellow, a whole lot more sweet as he looks down at her.

He thinks that she should really keep her eyes open during her confession. Because they’re such a starkly bluebell blue, that he thinks, no matter who she confesses to with those shining bright eyes, they’ll say yes.

He would in a heartbeat. Or less.

But her feelings aren’t for him. There for some mystery person. Someone who makes her stutter and devolve back into the adorable politeness that was his classmate…

“Marinette…you should really have more faith in yourself. Honestly, you’re ready. You’ve been ready to make that confession for a while now. I don’t think we need to practice every day now.”

She vehemently shakes her head, and her eyes are narrowed in dogged refusal to listen to him.

“I need more time. Maybe on…Christmas of next year.”

“You really…really need to see that you’re already there, Marinette…and that’s like,” He takes a moment to tally up the time, before humming in frustration. “That’s twenty months away. You can’t keep putting this off.”

But there’s this sick twisted part of him that wants her to feel just a little unsure. That wants her to keep fake confessing to him…just so he can pretend for a few more nights that the girl he loves, loves him too.

Still, her uncertainty runs deep. It seems to be a part of her own bones, lacing through her just as surely as her kindness does.

He can’t promise that the object of her affections will return her feelings…but he can promise her that she’ll be fine if they don’t. After all, he’s currently an expert on an unrequited love. Except she’s got a lot more gumption that he does and she’s been practicing.

She’s still shaking her head, although a bit dizzy by now and he sees the edge of mischief curling her lips.

He moves his hands to cradle her cheeks, thumbs laid just over the edge of her mask. It takes effort not to move his fingers, not to trace the planes of her precious face.

But he does it, and she’s still trying to shake her head in jest, straining gently against his careful hold.

“You’re the worst bobble head ever.” He snorts, and tries to catch her gaze with earnest joy. “But no matter what you want to do, you’ll be great. You can mess up. It’s totally fine. Whatever happens, it wasn’t you. That person just wasn’t…the right one at that time.”

She stops shaking her head long enough to catch the seriousness of his tone, and he has to look away before those pretty blues drown him in curiosity.

Because under no circumstances will he allow their friendship to be ruined because he couldn’t control his emotions.

His hands fall away quickly from her, fiddling with the trailing end of his tail as he finishes his point.

“You’ve…you got this, Marinette.” He says gently, and even beyond her Ladybug suit, he sees the way his encouragement helps. The way she stands a little bit taller. The way the energy of her hope seems to make even her ribbons perk up a bit.

“Thanks…Adrien. It really…it really means a lot. I’m so happy.” She answers back…and somehow she doesn’t sound entirely truthful.

She doesn’t sound happy, but Chat decides to attribute that to lingering uncertainty.

(And for once, she wishes her cat was more observant.)

But the night devolves into a gentle, easy conversation. Ending with him scribbling down the answers to the physics homework for her with a half hearted complaint.

“These only cover your butt for the homework. You’re actually going to have to learn the concepts for the test.”

She rolls her eyes good-naturedly.

“So what if I take the path of least resistance?” She remarks, picking her away from around the chimney stack and beginning to swing her yoyo to begin her journey home.

“Did you just make a joke about circuits? Ohm my god….” He deadpans, his grin turning into one that is absolutely shit-eating.

She laughs sweetly, and waves at him over her shoulder…eager to leave before he catches the harsh beating of her heart.

(And he watches her arc through the sky, a streak of red luck breaking through the winter haze with his heart in his throat. His fingers still tremble, regretting everything.)

She knows she’s being entirely selfish.

She knows she’s being entirely stupid.

But there was a culmination of circumstances that had lead to her current conundrum

And that word happened to start with a C too. Chat Noir..who was Adrien Agreste…who as Chat Noir..

The reveal is inconsequential. How it happened is anticlimactic at best and underwhelming at worst.

She had pieced it together before him. It had been an amalgamation of overly specific puns and a shared reference that only the two of them could have known.

He’d found her out after they’d both gone into the same broom closet to transform…the strangest of liminal spaces encasing two confused heroes and two giggling kwamis.

Another story for another time.

For now, what matters is that the reveals had lead to a better friendship. A relationship the spans both sides of their coins. A person with whom they could share everything.

Well, almost everything. She can’t very well tell Adrien that she’s loved him since day two. She can’t tell him that now her first love and her almost love have coalesced into one wonderfully flawed and dorky boy.

So she lies. Sort of.

She tells him that she likes someone in school.

He asks if he knows them.

She shrugs and says she thinks so.

He asks about their hobbies and what they look like.

She resorts to nauseating poetry to throw him off.

Eyes the color of la Seine in winter. Hair that is woven from ambrosia. A smile made of sunbeams.

He laughs it all off, in a way that’s too easy…to casual for her to even fathom that he feels anything other than amusement.

She’s noticed…a miniscule change…but after the reveal, he’s less flirtatious as Chat. A lot more laid back and maybe just the tiniest bit more sarcastic.

A mark of friendship…something blessed and cursed at the same time.

So when she confesses, she’s not lying. She tells him everyday in various iterations how much she loves him…and he still has no idea she’s confessing to him.

It’s painful, but it’s a hurt of her own making.

Except for now…today is the day. She won’t lie anymore, because unfortunately she’s noticed the growing numbers of Valentine’s he’d received last month.

Because she’s noticed how much more at ease he is with girls that fawn over him and how much more familiar he is with everyone in class.

Because one day they’ll graduate and one day Hawkmoth will be defeated and her pride is stubborn enough not to let her confession happen because a man with a butterfly obsession threatens to throw her life into chaos.

It’s the same scene. The same cloudy haze and the same bright city.

The same stars she sees in her sight because she’s not breathing right, but she’s got no more time.

She’s silent for a bit, and it’s enough to prompt the usual encouragement.

“Hey…I’m really cheering for you.” Tumbles from his mouth when she feels it break.

Despite her months of practice, she still screws her eyes shut and practically shoves out her confession.

“Sorry I know I lie all the time, but I’ve lo..liked you for a long time…and I don’t want to hide anymore. I know I’ve messed up everything…I know you might not like me back, but I really…I really needed to tell that to you, Adrien.”

It’s only now that the volume has returned. The loud rushing sounds of traffic float up from below, the wailing of a boat horn in the distance…the brief, choked laughing that comes from him.

Beyond her vulnerability, anger and hurt make her eyes fly open. Make her fingers curl into fists and make her open her mouth to tell him to please realize that she’s being serious, but…

He stands there with a giant smile, a boy made a little bit of laughter and a little bit of tears, as he says-

“I love you too.”

Extra Sugar

Originally posted by somethingincrediblyright

Requested: By myself honestly, but this is also my (pretty late) fic for Day 1 of the Hamilton Write-A-Thon, hosted by @hamwriters (thank you!!)

Pairings: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Summary: The Reader works in a coffee shop, and she feels a bit territorial about her favorite customer  {Coffee Shop AU}

Warnings: I don’t think so

Word Count: 1,285

A/N: I hope that you guys like this, I was super unsure about it until @secretschuylersister was the sweetest person ever and read it for me. Sorry that this is being posted so late, I was traveling yesterday. 

Your customer was back.

Saying that felt unfair, but you couldn’t help but smile every time he came back. Most of the time, he looked even more worse for wear than he had the last time. His hair was constantly disheveled, the bags under his eyes were worrying, and it looked like he owned one sweatshirt that he might have lived in. And somehow, he seemed genuinely happy to be there.

And when you were working with Corrine, he was one of the few people that was able to pull you out of the sour mood that you inevitably fell into after working with her for more than a few hours. You had opened that day, all by yourself. It wasn’t like you were scheduled that way, either. A few minutes after the morning rush, Corrine waltzed in. She looked well rested and pleasant. It took everything that you had in you not to choke her out.

Lin was making his way up to the counter, and you had already started his two shots of espresso.

“Hello, sir. Can I help you with anything?” You glanced behind you to see Corrine actually attempting to help a customer. But something felt off. She was leaning too far over the counter, and her voice sounded more like a purr than a barista helping a customer.

You mouthed his order to yourself as he responded. “Vanilla latte with a double shot, please.”

“Of course, I’ll just get that started for you.” Corrine said, tapping a few buttons on the register before rushing over to where you were putting the finishing touches on his drink.

“I’ll get this one.” She said, making it sound like she was doing you a favor by taking credit for your work. You watched her in disbelief as she handed Lin the cup, holding onto his hand for a few more seconds than really necessary and then stood watching him make his way out of the shop.

You sighed to yourself, thinking that at least she wasn’t going to show up this early two days in a row.

You were sadly mistaken when you arrived to work the next morning to find Corrine behind the counter. Not only had she beaten you there, but she was sitting behind the counter doing no actual work.

“Hey!” She called, head snapping up from her phone when she heard the door open.

You chose to simply smile in return, not wanting to add fuel to the fire.

“So tell me, who was that man who’s order you knew by heart yesterday?” You held your breath, hoping to allow yourself at least a few seconds to calm down. “Because he is going to ask me out if it’s the last thing he does.”

You fought to keep the confused expression off of your face. Somehow, you felt more hurt than annoyed. Usually you rolled your eyes at Corrine’s antics, but this time felt different.

Oh God. You liked him. And somehow you had managed to be completely oblivious until Corrine wanted him. Typical.

“I don’t know much about him.” You said, taking off your coat and tying your apron around your waist. “His name is Lin-Manuel and he likes extra sugar in his coffee, even if he is a little bit embarrassed to ask for it.” You realized Corrine was barely even paying attention to you anymore, so you chose to stop talking, allowing silence to fill the room again.

“Well then, I guess that I will just have to take it upon myself to do some investigating.” Corrine said, tapping away at her phone.

You struggled through the morning rush, Corrine lounging in the back room while you somehow managed to spill not one but two cups of coffee on yourself.

By the time that Lin walked through the door, you were looking a bit worse for wear. “Hello!” you called, still feeling a sense of relief when he walked through the door. He fixed you with his blinding smile before making his way to the counter. “Vanilla latter with a double shot, right?”

His eyebrows drew together, confusion clouding his features. “You know my order?”

The blush was nearly instantaneous. “It is kind of my job to know your order.”

“Most people don’t bother, I guess.” He shrugged, and you were more than happy to let the subject drop.

Before you could say anything else, Corrine sat a cup of coffee in front of him. “It’s on the house.” She said, winking at him. You noticed a phone number scrolled along the side. Your heart suddenly felt a bit less fluttery, the butterflies abandoning their home in your stomach.

“Oh, well thanks!” He said, fixing her with a grin before grabbing the coffee and heading out of the shop.

“I think that my work here is done.” Corrine laughed, slipping on a coat and throwing her bag over her shoulder.

“You are scheduled for another four hours today.” You said meekly, gesturing to the cork board where the owner posted your schedules.

“I have to get ready for my date with Lin tonight.” She was talking to you like she was explaining a perfectly simple concept to a child.

“He already asked you out?” You were fighting not to feel defeated, but the doubt was swallowing you whole.

“No, but I’m sure that he will now that he has my number.” And just like that, she was gone.

Even though you were left alone for the foreseeable future, the morning rush was over and it would be nice to have some time to yourself. You had just begun to gather up the dishes left over from that morning when the bell over the door rang.

He was back.

You struggled to find words as he approached the counter, but they were all getting caught in your throat.

“I’m really sorry, I don’t usually do this sort of thing, but this is the worst cup of coffee that I have ever had in my entire life.” Lin said, chuckling. He sat the latte on the counter, shoving his hands in his pockets sheepishly.

“I can honestly say that I have never seen Corrine make a latte in the entire time that I have worked here, so that doesn’t sound very farfetched to me.” You tossed the cup into the trash can, starting two new shots of espresso for him.

“So that was her number on the cup then?” He asked. You might have just been projecting, but it almost sounded like he was disappointed.

“Yeah… sorry if she made you uncomfortable. Corrine can be a bit entitled at times.” You poured the espresso in the cup and gathered up all of the materials that you would need to steam his milk.

“I wasn’t uncomfortable with her giving me her number, but I might have been hoping that a different girl had written her’s down as well.”

“I- I think that we might be able to work something out.” Your heart was going insane, but you felt like you were going to float away. You added the vanilla and some extra sugar to his latte, scrolling your name and your phone number on the side of the cup.

“I’ll see you later.” Lin said, accepting the latte and taking a large sip.

“I haven’t agreed to anything yet.” You called after him.

“I have confidence.” He laughed, giving you one last smile before pushing the door open.

You got a text message a few minutes later. It was from an unknown number, but you knew exactly who had sent it.

From: Unknown Number

Can I pick you up around seven? I promise we can go for something other than coffee! :D

Bucky’s distasteful house guests (Bucky X Reader)

Title: Bucky’s distasteful house guests

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Bucky didn’t want anyone disturbing him and (Y/N) little home but their teammates seems to have failed to get the memo.

MASTERLIST

It was Bucky and (Y/N)’s second year anniversary when they decided to officially move out of the Stark compound and into their own little apartment.

Bucky’s gift for (Y/N) was a shiny new key that opens the doors to the coziest apartment that Bucky has picked out.

It wasn’t too far away from the compound making it easy for the two to travel to work with their Avengers family. It wasn’t too big either, Bucky’s reason being he doesn’t want to be too far away from his love.

The move was kind of their small little step forward in the relationship. Both wanted more privacy with each other and the team, Tony,  was more than happy for the two to move out, even buying the couple a complete home entertainment set.

Tony just wanted the happy to be a happy couple, privately. If he had to wake up to one more sight of the two cuddling through breakfast or hear their nightly activity again, he’d probably implode.

The couple was well into the 3rd month of being in their own home and the Avengers seem to have taken a liking to joining them in the apartment.

Steve comes by after his morning run with Sam in tow and has their breakfast with the couple. Pietro pops by whenever he feels like it. Nat and Wanda join (Y/N) some evenings for red wine and movie night.

A couple of months in, (Y/N) started to take note of Bucky’s slight annoyance when people came strolling into their home from time to time. His brows would furrow slightly, lips twitched into a downturn.

(Y/N) thought it was probably better to not ask Bucky upfront in case she was just being overly sensitive and overthought things. She’ll stick to this plan and change it only if she continuously spotted Bucky’s negative reactions to guests.


(Y/N) was wrapped up in Bucky’s arms, the two bundled up in a throw as the lounged on the wide Italian made sofa that Pepper gifted them.

On the TV screen was a random movie, (Y/N) has picked and they were probably more engrossed in each other than they were of the movie in front of them.

(Y/N) rested her head on Bucky’s chest, her hand intertwined with his metal one. His other hand was running through (Y/N)’s hair as he twirled the locks around his finger.

The loud sound of the doorbell broke their reverie, giving the two a shock as they were not expecting visitors.

(Y/N) scrambled off of Bucky much to his dismay. Slipping her feet into the matching house slippers she had with Bucky, (Y/N) made her way to the door to check who their unannounced visitor was.

As his girlfriend stood up, Bucky’s eyes wandered to the sight of her and took in the view. She was dressed in an oversized t-shirt that Bucky owned, the shirt falling to right on her thigh, covering the lounge shorts she was wearing.

Bucky’s eyes widened in shock when he noticed how (Y/N) was dressed and was about to pull her back towards him when she was just a few steps too far from the man.

He hastily attempted to stand up to stop her when he got himself tangled in the throw that was on him and fell back on the couch.

Just then, the sound of people filing into his home caught his attention. He turned his head only to be greeted by his teammates giving hugs to his girlfriend. In the outfit, he didn’t want anyone to see her in.

“Hey Buckaroo! Long time no see!” came Sam’s boisterous greeting.

Bucky discreetly rolled his eyes in annoyance and murmured a half-hearted greeting.

“We just saw each other 2 days ago, for goodness sakes,” Bucky said under his breath which his guests missed as they settled themselves in the counter in the kitchen.

(Y/N) nudged Bucky, picking up on what he’s said when she moved to stand next to her boyfriend.

“Behave!” (Y/N) whispered to Bucky, giving him a light shove.

“So, to what do we owe the pleasure?” Bucky asked, wrapping his arm around (Y/N) waist, tugging her close and attempted to hide her body from the prying eyes of his teammates.

“Sorry for barging in (Y/N), I tried to stop them but they were already out the door and I came along for damage control.” Steve huffed out with an apologetic smile.

(Y/N) shook her head and smiled brightly and said, “Not a problem, Stevie.”

“Course it’s a problem.” Bucky murmured again, under his breath and (Y/N) nudged him harder when she heard him.

“Well, we’re here for (Y/N) special homemade cookies.” the alarmingly quiet Pietro said, eyes bright with mischief, humor lacing his words.

“COOKIES?!” Bucky exclaimed, unable to contain his annoyance.

“Now, I’m going to say this once and for all. So everyone listen up, especially you two.” Bucky started, pointing at Sam and Pietro who were sitting next to each other, his eye narrowing at the two.

No more barging into our house unannounced, no more attempting to hang out with (Y/N) every other day when it’s our day off and its date night for us! No more coming over as and when for cookies just because my girlfriend makes the best ones. AND MOST IMPORTANTLY! Stop ogling at my girlfriend like I’m not here! Steve you included! Don’t think I haven’t spotted all of your eyes fluttering down her legs!” Bucky yelled out, emotions bursting.

Silence followed Bucky’s outburst and Steve’s whole face was flushed till the tip of his ears. The man stuttered and attempted to find an excuse and settled with an embarrassed apology as he ushered his other two friends out of the apartment.

“So sorry guys! I’ll bake the cookies and bring them over to the compound alright?” (Y/N) said, giving them awkward smiles.

“It’s okay (Y/N). We should be sorry for disturbing you two all the time. See you soon, alright?” the captain replied, giving her a small wave, the two other superheroes stunned into silence following suit.

(Y/N) closed the door behind her guests and turned to Bucky, her arms crossed in front of her, mouth furrowed into a frown.

It was as if Bucky could tell (Y/N) was going to get made. He was settled back on the couch, looking at his girlfriend with the saddest puppy-dog eyes he could muster.

The girl trudged over to him and stood in front of his figure.

“Whats with that Sergeant?” she questioned, cocking her brow up.

“Well… uh.. I just didn’t want people to constantly hound us. I mean didn’t we move out to have alone time?!” Bucky stammered out his reply, desperately attempting to pacify his girlfriend.

“…. Are you jealous, Sergeant Barnes?” (Y/N) asked, a small smirk forming on her face, as she settled herself on the soldier’s lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

… Maybe.” came his reply as he averted his gaze.

(Y/N) cupped Bucky’s face with her tiny hands and shifted his face to meet hers. She had a soft smile settled on her lips, her eyes shining bright with happiness.

“No need for jealousy, Bucks. I’m all yours and only yours,” she whispered.

Hearing that, Bucky perked up and couldn’t help the smirk growing on his face.

“Yeah? All mine? So I guess I could have my way with you then?” he asked cheekily and pushed the girl down on the couch, his lips meeting her in a searing kiss.


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Patrol Makeouts

The first time it happens, it’s soft and sweet and feather-light, almost too quick for Chat Noir to even process Ladybug has kissed him before she’s stepping back and swinging home. It takes him a solid ten minutes to even think about moving, and Adrien spends the next morning in a daze.


The second time it happens, Chat Noir catches her offguard in the middle of a patrol. They’re looking down at a crowd of tourists taking pictures of their statue, lit up in honor of the superhero duo’s anniversary of the first akuma they faced.

He waits for a smile to reach over and cup her cheek, turning her to look at him. He murmurs a happy anniversary into her lips before he kisses her, lingering long enough to feel the way every ounce of tension melts from her shoulders under his gentle touch.

She looks up at him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, smiles, and dives in for a second kiss of her own.


He stops keeping track after the third time. They’re laughing and playing an impromptu game of tag across the rooftops of Paris when Ladybug tackles him to the ground and grins down at him. The laughter fades when he’s captivated by the starlight in her hair, and she bends closer to claim a kiss as her prize.

There’s nothing soft or quick about the way they explore each other’s lips and necks and shoulders, kissing along jawlines and murmuring each other’s names as they learn what the other likes. He loses track of time, measuring their moments in heartbeats and the soft gasps Ladybug makes when he kisses the hollow of her throat.


They always insist on doing a thorough sweep of the streets before they find a quiet corner somewhere and push their boundaries just a bit further than last time. His hands skim her hips as she hums an approving note into his lips and tangles her fingers in his hair. She adjusts their angle with a gentle tug, and he almost melts against the brick wall behind him. Two months ago, the idea of Ladybug kissing him was absolutely beyond belief, and now it’s become the highlight of their patrols.

He pulls her closer with a warm hand splayed across her back and breaks away from her lips to trail a line of kisses up the side of her neck. Her grip tightens in his hair, and she presses closer, whispering praise. He kisses up the shell of her ear, teeth grazing her earlobe, and the soft whimper that fills the night when he does sends a thrill down his spine. A year ago, he could never have imagined this. Now he couldn’t stop imagining this, aching to hear more of her quiet moans and the breathless way she says his name when he manages to overwhelm her with pleasure.

She tugs him off her neck and claims his lips in a fierce kiss that leaves his mind buzzing and his knees weak. He’d be lying if he didn’t admit he’d always suspected that Ladybug would be the one to lead even when it came to a more personal relationship between them. Still, every time she does, he’s always surprised by how much he likes it. He loves being surrounded by her on all sides, pressed into a hard wall, feeling her fingers drifting over his arm and shoulders and chest. He bites back a moan when he feels her fingers tugging at his bell and exposing more of his neck for her to lean down and kiss. A very small part of him worries about the marks her teeth might leave behind, but a much larger part of him is happy to let her have her way.

The next day, Adrien wears a scarf to class in the middle of France’s hottest spring to date.

Jason P Todd Headcanons
  • Cass is his favorite sister
    • Cass voice “i’m……your only sister”
    • jason voice” okay first of all no second of all you are the Best
  • Dick is his least favorite brother
    • “ok well then who’s your favorite?”
    • “idk man but it ain’t you”
  • curly hair
  • he can’t walk out of a conversation with bruce without wanting to hug or maim him
  • he doesn’t like talking to the New Batfam™ by their real names because it makes them more real
  • he knows they’re real but it’s like…..more real? anyway nicknames galore
  • he thinks steph is obnoxious but he also relates to her hardcore sometimes which is difficult 
  • he misses kori and roy every day
  • he loves lian…..so much…..and doesn’t know what to do about it every time he’s with her
  • one time he was with lian and bruce came in the window and saw them, lian curled up on jason’s chest asleep and jason almost asleep. jason glared at him and bruce left. both of them were tearing up
  • he constantly claims alfred is his favorite person on this good earth
  • he gets cards from talia in the mail, no matter where he is, on the anniversary of his death
  • (they’re usually super formal but jason appreciates them)
  • would punch oliver queen in the face for nothing but a high five from roy or dinah
  • would not punch any other arrowfam members, unless roy really deserves it
  • has tried to learn to shoot arrows, has mostly failed 
  • the only batfam members he wouldn’t punch in the face are alfred, cass, and damian (jury’s still out on duke)
You’re My Favorite

In honor of H’s 23 birthday, enjoy this little one shot! :) 

Plot: What to get to the man who has everything?

Warnings: None. 

Three weeks to H’s Birthday:

“Baby,” Harry groaned exasperation. His eyes rolled back and he let his head drop for a moment, appearing to be completely and utterly done with the subject I had been bugging him with for a few hours now as well as over the past days.

Harry’s birthday present.

And still, he was being close to no help. His eyes met mine and I whined, wanting him to take me seriously, because even though we (admittedly) had been discussing this topic a bit too long now, he somehow still didn’t understand my point.
Birthdays were something I took very seriously, especially Harry’s. It was the first time for me to celebrate his birthday with him given that our relationship was only a few months old and all I wanted was him to be showered with love and spoiled silly. I wanted to make him happy.
Planning his day wasn’t the problem, it was easy. I would spend the night before with him, mainly so I could make sure him being spoiled would start early in the morning already (breakfast in bed, maybe some sex) but most of all I wanted to stay with him because I knew how Harry didn’t like having to sleep and wake up alone. It made my heart ache a little bit and fall even more in love with his sensitive and gentle soul and so I liked the idea of him not having to do that on his birthday, too.
Later, we would have lunch with his mother, sister and step-father so we would be able to exchange gifts quietly and just in the presence of his immediate family. Harry absolutely adored them and I knew he’d love being able to be with just his family for a while, before his friends would join us for a dinner at his favorite restaurant. It was a simple plan and wouldn’t entail too many surprises for him, but I knew that would be what Harry enjoyed most. All of his life was always extravagant and a big deal, so I imagined him having simple family time would be just what he’d need.
What had been giving me a headache for a while now was the most difficult question I’d ever had to ask myself. What makes a good present to a person who could buy the world?

“You are so difficult sometimes,” I argued quietly, nudging Harry’s hip with my own.

We were standing in my tiny kitchen and cooking dinner together, well, less cooking and more arguing about his upcoming birthday. The pans were still empty and the table wasn’t set either. Three weeks. I had three weeks left to get him the perfect present and I was absolutely clueless.

Harry laughed. “Says the one who’s been worrying herself silly over a present for a birthday who’s almost a month away.”  

I rolled my eyes. “Maybe I just shouldn’t get you anything then. If I’m just being silly.”

My body turned and I went to reach for two wine glasses, almost dropping them when Harry startled me by wrapping both of his arms around my waist. His chest hit my back and I squealed when his head buried itself into my neck, releasing puffs of hot breath, making me squeal.

“You wouldn’t do that,” he murmured quietly, sounding like a little boy who’d been denied… well, his birthday present.

“Oh wouldn’t I, Styles?” I giggled, squeezing his wrists through the thick material of his grey jumper.

He shook his head, lips ghosting over my skin and I relaxed into him. “Don’t think you would.”

And of course I wouldn’t. But I really was lost. In my imagination, I could see his face lighting up with that beautiful smile of his and his pretty eyes would sparkle in surprise and happiness. I wanted that image to be reality, had seen him wear the expression on other occasions before and I wanted to be the reason why he wore it on his birthday. And the one bloody thing needed for that to happen was missing. An idea.

Two weeks to H’s Birthday:

In my desperate situation I’d called up the only person I could think of, who knew Harry better than anybody else did. His mother. Anne and I were sat in a small cafe just around the corner of where Harry lived. I held my mug of hot chocolate tightly and listened eagerly to the stories Anne had to tell, all of them involving a much younger version of Harry. Anne waved her hands in the air, mimicking Harry’s desperate attempt of rollerblading and I laughed out loud.

“He sounds like he was an incredibly clumsy child,” I giggled.

“Oh he was,” Anne smiled with a nod, “Still is, really. You’ve seen how he used to stumble around on stage. Even broke his foot once, the silly boy.”

“Oh right, I forgot about that!”

Anne chuckled and kindly offered me some of her cookie, which I happily accepted.

“So,” she began, handing me a piece of her desert, “I’m sure there’s a other reason behind you summoning me, other then hearing stories you can mock my son with later.”

I laughed gently and nodded. “Though, I could listed to those stories all day, I did call because I have a problem I was hoping you could help me with.”

A small frown took over Anne’s kind features and she set down her cup. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing too serious,” I quickly assured, not wanting her to worry, “It’s going to sound silly to you, I’m sure. But I just can’t come up with a good idea for a gift for Harry.”

My eyes met hers and I sensed that she was about to ask if I was kidding, because of course it sounded stupid to anyone else, and so I carried on quickly.

“His birthday, is coming closer and closer and I can’t figure out what to get him! That man has everything and if he doesn’t, then he buys it the next day. And even when I finally find something he hasn’t seen before but would love, it costs so much more than what I have! It’s so frustrating ‘cause all I want is to make him happy and surprise him with something nice but I can’t even get him something as simple as clothing! He came around with a cardigan just yesterday that cost £5000! I don’t even own anything that expensive! That piece of clothing he loves, is worth two months of my rent.”

Anne bit her lower lip, her expression serious again and I sighed. I felt so whiny and like an uncreative child, but I really was at my wit’s end.

“It’s the first birthday I get to spend with him and I’m going to fail him completely.”

My eyes lowered to my mug and I tapped the porcelain lightly, feeling defeated.

“Sweetheart,” Anne said kindly, “Harry will love whatever it is you get him. He adores you.”

A small smiled tugged at my lips and I blushed at her words. “I don’t want him to like it simply 'cause it’s from me, though.”

I raised the cup of chocolate to my lips and took a sip, then decided to just come clean with my greatest worry.

“The women he’s been with before me,” I began quietly, avoiding Anne’s patient gaze, “were rich enough to get him the world. What if he realizes that I’m just not… I don’t know. Suitable for his standards?”

The worry sounded stupid when it’d come to my mind the first time, but it’d stayed. Kendall Jenner, the last girl Harry had been involved with before me, was probably just as, if not even richer than he was himself. Same counted for Taylor Swift. They could go wherever he wanted to go, dress just as expensively and rent entire venues for him to host his party. Me? I had to scrap anything I had together every single month so I could afford my tiny apartment in London. Harry of course was aware that I couldn’t afford the same lifestyle as he had, but sometimes, especially when he came around with a £5000 cardigan, I wondered if he was aware how much money he actually had compared to what ordinary people earned.
When I dared looking at Anne again, she surprised me by wearing a bright smile. Both of her hands reached over the table and she took hold of my own, squeezing my fingers in a comforting gesture.

“Him thinking you aren’t suitable for him is absolutely and a hundred percent impossible, Y/N. Believe me.”

“You think so?” I asked timidly.

She nodded, still smiling confidently.

“The women Harry was with in the past,” she shook her head, pausing for a moment, then she continued, “were lovely, sure. But they never stayed around long. They never mattered to him as much as you do. He never brought one home, only introduced them casually over a dinner or sometimes not at all. Trust me, sweetheart, you are the first one he’s let get close to his heart and I can see it every day. You might not notice it because you’ve never seen him without it, but since you’re in his life, there’s an extra sparkle in his eyes and his smile is just a tiny little bit wider. He told me he’s been getting more sleep and that he even learned how to cook. That’s your influence on him, I know that. You’re taking care of him and that means the world. So trust me on this, you give him enough of what he couldn’t get himself every day. No birthday present could ever make you a failure to him.”

“Oh, Anne,” I almost squealed, blinking away the tears forming in my eyes. I squeezed her fingers in return and sniffled, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart.

She squeezed my hands once more and just like her son, her comforting aura was enough to ease me.

“And besides,” she continued in a giggle, “if he thinks I’m getting him anything even remotely close to £5000, he’s gone mad.”

H’s Birthday:

My lips lingered on the warm skin of Harry’s cheek and I giggled when I felt his smile beneath my lips. Harry’s hand found mine on his knee and he interlocked our fingers, humming quietly in appreciation. I could hear Gemma snicker at our interaction and I pressed another kiss to his jaw, then I withdrew. Harry’s eyes found mine and I could read his surprise in them. Normally I wasn’t as touchy feely with him when his family was around, but today I couldn’t help myself. My Harry was officially 23 years old. I couldn’t believe it.
We were sat on the couch in Harry’s living room, Gemma, Anne, Robing, Harry and me. There was cake and coffee on the small table along with the presents we’d bought for him. So far, the day had gone neatly and after the chat I had had with Anne, I felt confident about my choice of present, too.
Harry seemed so happy, relaxed and like he was enjoying himself. Just like I had intended to do, I’d been showering him with love all day long, waking him up with kisses and embracing him every few minutes. For breakfast I’d made him pancakes, bacon and eggs, making sure that the only healthy thing he got was a smoothie. And the sex well, had been mind-blowing.  
I squeezed Harry’s fingers tightly and blushed when he pressed his lips to my own cheek for a moment, as he wasn’t too much into PDA himself either, then he turned to engage in the conversation his family was leading.

“Harry,” Robing began, “I know you’re not a kid anymore, but do you want me to initiate that it’s time for you to get your presents?”

“That would be great,” Harry laughed, letting his arm rest around my waist in a loose hold.

I smiled at him lovingly and felt my stomach flutter when Harry pulled me even closer into his side, sharing his warmth with me. How did he always smell so good?
The first present he opened was Gemma’s. He let go of me and got up to hug her in thanks and joked about how it was the exact same thing he’d been thinking of getting her only weeks ago and she giggled, muttering a “liar” under her breath. Next came Anne and Robin’s present, then came mine. My fingers itched and I swallowed. Though I wasn’t worried about Harry not liking my present, I was very eager to see the excited expression on his face.

“S'big,” Harry said, giving me an impressed glance when he picked up the box I’d wrapped neatly with blue wrapping paper.

He carefully began to pull at it with care as if the paper wasn’t actually meant to be ripped apart and I giggled, resting one of my hands on his shoulder to squeeze it. He was so adorable.
Once finished, he began to tap the cartoon box as if expecting a noise and I giggled at his comedic and silly behavior. Anne shook her head at him but the smile plastered on her face was a big enough sign that she was just as delighted to be here with her son as I was. With careful fingers Harry continued to open the box and my heart squeezed when he smiled instantly.
Since I hadn’t been able to decide on one present for him, I’d gotten him several.
The first item Harry revealed was a bottle of massage oil, his favorite with the soft smell of almond mixed with vanilla. I’d remembered the many evenings where I’d found him on his couch, face a grimace of pain and exhaustion where he claimed nothing could ease and soothe him better than my fingers massaging his tense muscles. Though I was tired on most night when I came home after a long day, I’d always given in. Seeing Harry unhappy was enough of a persuasion to make me help him.

“For when your back is acting up again,” I murmured quietly, allowing my hand to run down Harry’s back in a soothing gesture, “Won’t even complain about it, I promise.”

He chuckled and nodded, setting the bottle to the side before sticking his hand back into the box in search for the next item I’d gotten him.

“Oh I wanted to get that one myself!” Gemma exclaimed when Harry held up the navy blue nail polish.

“Do you think I can pull this color off?” Harry asked me, a smile on his face. “S'a bit flashy, don’t you think?”

“It’s blue, Harry,” I laughed, “Pink would be flashy. And of course you and pull this off. There’s nothing you couldn’t, really.”

The next and last item Harry pulled out of the box was a small journal, similar to the one he already owned.

“I saw yours is almost full,” I explained when Harry smiled at the new journal.

It had the same leather cover as his other one did and since he’d decorated it with small stickers and words, I’d allowed myself to leave my own small message to him. A tiny inscription saying you’re my favorite right at the bottom of the right corner. I’d scraped it into the leather, making it a permanent decoration so he’d have something to remind him of me when we were forced to be apart.

Harry actually blushed when his thumb stroke over the words and he momentarily leaned into my side. My heart hammered in my chest.

“Open it,” I whispered quietly.

He glanced at me briefly, then he opened it slowly. At first he didn’t see it, but once he turned some of the pages he noticed that some of them were already used. And once he began to read what I’d written, he teared up. The grin on his face grew, revealing his loveably dimples and his widened.

“Y/N,” Harry sighed and shook his head.

His fingers kept on running over the paper and he swallowed visibly. He looked as if he found it difficult to believe what his eyes were reading and one of his hands found mine.

“What?” Anne asked, leaning up so she could catch a peek as well.

“They’re just some notes about us,” I explained.

But they weren’t really, not just some notes. I’d filled the pages with small texts and short sentences, all of them about Harry and me. They were tiny stories about us, remembering our first kiss, the one we’d shared standing on Jack’s balcony while all of our friends were celebrating and partying indoors. The second paragraph I wrote about how I’d felt when I’d first met Harry, how excited I’d been and how I hadn’t stopped thinking of him since then. I even admitted that I’d fallen a tiny bit in love with him already.
Harry’s eyes were still teary when he read a few more pages, then he closed the book.

“I love it.”

The words were whispered to the journal, his head held low. His hands clenched around the item and he sniffled noisily. My fingers squeezed his hand and I pressed another kiss to his arm. This was better than having wearing a wide grin. The present, one that I’d gotten him for a reasonable price, had actually made him speechless.

“I’m glad, Harry,” I giggled.

Hope you enjoyed it! Thank you to every single one of you who takes the time to read my one shots! I’m so excited and happy about every note I get. 

Rest of what I wrote: 

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An Incident

Originally posted by misunderstood-adventures


Requested: By a very lovely anon!

Pairings: Peter Parker/Spiderman x Reader

Summary: Y/N is viciously accosted in gym class, otherwise known as the time that Peter Parker hit her in the face with a volleyball and the subsequent events. 

Warnings: Awful hand eye coordination 

Word Count: 1,315

AN: I have missed my adorable bean Peter for the longest time, and you guys can expect more from him soon! As always, feel free to leave any requests in my ask box!

If there was one thing about high school that you hated more than anything, it was gym class. Every day, when sixth period rolled around, you tried to ignore the growing pit of despair that was making you feel like you were going to throw up. You had never been coordinated, and Mrs. Grimes seemed determined to make sure that every single person in her sixth period gym class. Somehow, you had managed to be put in a class without any of your friends, and the person that you had been harboring a crush on since the first grade.

Not only were you alone in a gym class with your long-time crush, but you were also the only person who didn’t seem to be some kind of athletic superstar. Today it seemed like Mrs. Grimes was determined to ruin your life for the rest of your high school life. You walked into the gym after taking entirely too long to change into your gym clothes to be greeted with your worst nightmare, a volleyball net.

There were certain kinds of sports that you could fake being good at. Hide at the back of the line during kickball, let the overly enthusiastic jocks take your turn during softball. But with volleyball, there are only eight players and everyone was out in the open.

So, getting put on the team that was opposite of Peter was not the start to the class that you were hoping for. And when you saw how amazing he was at volleyball, you were simultaneously confused and jealous. He had been just as clumsy as you were at the beginning of the year. You had noticed not only because you noticed everything about him in a very stalker like way, but also because him being bad at all of Mrs. Grimes’ wonderful activities made you feel like you were in this together, even if you hadn’t really spoken to each other. You shared a series of sighs and eye rolls throughout the weeks of class, but never really a full conversation. You were usually too out of breath anyways.

Peter smiled at you from across the net, and you resisted the urge to run from the room entirely. The game was going smoothly enough. The ball was landing no where near you, and your team was one point away from winning. It wasn’t like you were especially excited about the winning part of it all, you were just excited that you were finally going to be done with this horrendous game.

You were admittedly dozing off when it happened. You were standing towards the front of the court, and you knew that the game was almost over, so who could really fault you for not seeing the ball that was flying directly at your face.

You were on the ground before you even felt the sting of the volleyball bouncing off of your face. You laid very still, hoping that if you didn’t acknowledge the situation that the rest of your class would continue on with the game and leave you on the floor to wallow in self-pity for the rest of the foreseeable future.

“Are- are you okay?” Peter Parker’s face appeared above you, his brow creased in concern “Of course you aren’t okay I hit you in the face with a volleyball.”

Peter’s head snapped to where Mrs. Grimes was standing, probably saying something to the tune of “Walk it of. A little concussion never hurt anyone”, which was the exact opposite of what concussions did to people.

“Here, let me help you up.” Peter took one of your hands in his and slipped the other around your waist, easily pulling you up from the floor, A wave of dizziness hit you as soon as you managed to get your feet under you. Peter discreetly tightened his grip around your waist, drawing you closer to him and allowing him to take on most of your waist. You were already so lightheaded that you were surprised you hadn’t fainted,

“I’m going to take her to the nurse’s office.” Peter said in a tone that was much more authoritative than you would have thought possible of him before he lead you out of the gym as quickly as he could with your state.

Mrs. Grimes was yelling something at the two of you before she blew her whistle and the sounds of a game picked up behind you, but you were a bit too distracted to have heard what she was actually saying. The two of you walked in silence, until you reached the first obstacle on the way to the nurse’s office. Stairs.

“Do you think that you can-” You cut Peter off with a shake of your head. It was a challenge for you to even stay upright at this point, there was no way that your probably concussed head was going to handle the stairs you fell down regularly in a non concussed state. “Do you think it would be better if I carried you?”

Your school was so old there wasn’t even an elevator, and you couldn’t think of a faster way to get to a bed for a lie down, You simply nodded and focused on breathing like a normal human as Peter slipped his arms underneath you legs and tightened his grip around your midsection.

Peter carried you as gingerly as he could, but you were still jostling around quite a bit.

You tentatively slipped your hands around his neck, holding on a bit tighter. The scent of his cologne washed over you, and you actually had to remind yourself that it would be weird to abandon all of your inhibitions and just inhale that scent for the rest of time.

Peter had reached the bottom of the stairs, but he was making no move to put you down. You weren’t particularly keen on him doing so, and chose to stay quiet until you were sat down carefully on top of the bed in the nurse’s office.

Thankfully, your nose hadn’t started bleeding and the dizziness was starting to fade, so the nurse kindly told you to rest for the rest of the period and then make your way to the next class. It wasn’t until the nurse shut the door behind her that you realized that Peter hadn’t moved from the chair that was situated directly beside your bed.

“You didn’t have to stay, you know.” You laughed, staring directly into the fluorescent lights above your head, refusing to meet his eyes.

“I do feel a bit responsible, you know” he said, the sarcasm practically dripping from his voice. “I just wanted to make sure that you were okay.” He said, the façade slipping away to reveal the concern in his voice.

“I think that I will live” you laughed, attempting to at least lighten a bit of the tension in the room.

Peter’s eyes were still shining with worry, and you couldn’t help it any longer. You sat up on the side of the bed and took his hand in your own. “To be fair, you aren’t the first person to hit me in the head with some kind of sport ball.” He snorted, rolling his eyes at you. “And, I didn’t even bleed this time, so I think you’ll find that I am an incredibly forgiving person.”

“Forgiving enough to let me take you on a date?” Peter’s expression matched your own after realizing what he had just said to you.

“Are you- are you asking me out on a date after you hit me in the head with a volleyball?” You were holding back your laughter at the complete absurdity of the situation.

“I guess I am.” He said, voice raised a few octaves in disbelief.

“As long as you don’t throw the pizza at me, you’ve got yourself a deal, Parker.”

Imperfect Celestial (Castiel x Reader)

Plot: Cas doesn’t understand why the reader feels so insecure. Why should she? To him, she’s the most beautiful thing in the Universe.

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warning: Selfhate, Cas being a sweetheart, almost smut (Winchesters be cockblocking), lots and lots of fluff, angst

(In this fic, all the crap with April and Meg didn’t happen but I still hardcore ship Megstiel. I apologize because this is crappy.


Also look how pretty he is in the gif!)

Originally posted by thearronaut

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I needed you to stay
But I let you drift away
My love where are you?

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Kara never meant for that to happen, and she surely hadn’t counted on Lena reciprocating so eagerly. She never let herself even imagine a world in which that was a fathomable thought. But she ended up holding her against the fridge, and she left a handprint in the door because she was wound so tightly, she couldn’t figure out how to let go. She couldn’t remember ever not being able to control herself. And then Lena Luthor existed.

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