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a-sisi-universe  asked:

i love your blog, could you do a drabble in which draco is really obviously flirting and harry is super oblivious, and the draco gives up and kisses him? thanks in advance!!

((I hope you don’t mind, I combined your prompt with one very vague anon prompt…also, I accidentally wrote 1.2k instead of a tiny drabble so I figured you may forgive me.))

“You don’t understand!  After the end of the year, I don’t really see us being around each other much.  I feel like I’m running out of time.  If I don’t do something soon, I’ll lose my chance with him forever!” Draco said.

“Poor thing, can’t imagine what it’s like to lose your chance with a crush, forever, only to be stuck in a toilet, forever…” Myrtle sobbed.

Draco was very used to navigating the ghost’s moodswings, “Of course you can. That’s why you are so important to me.  I didn’t go to any of my other friends, did I?  And I didn’t start talking about myself until after I fixed the lock on your favorite stall?”

Myrtle sniffled. “I guess.  But maybe he just doesn’t like boys.”

“I asked Weasely if he did,” Draco said, “and it wasn’t a pleasant conversation. I only asked if Harry liked boys and he started shouting at me. ‘He can like whoever he wants. You got a problem with that?’ Then he stood up like he was ready to fight me.”

Myrtle almost laughed, “Well, if he turns you down, just remind him that he can come see me any time he likes.”

Harry was his potions partner, his roommate since the eighth year rooming assignments were posted, even his friend.  But Draco wanted more.  He had always wanted more.  Draco had admitted that to himself almost at the beginning of the school year.  Harry never exactly turned him down, either.  That just made everything maddening.

He invited Harry to Hogsmeade the month before.  When Harry accepted, Draco was over the moon.  He came crashing back down to Earth when he grabbed Harry’s hand.  Harry had just stopped walking and looked at Draco.

“What?” Harry asked, pulling his hand out of Draco’s.

Draco panicked, “I, er, do you mind if we stop in to the quidditch supply shop? I need some polish.”

“Well, yeah.  I thought that was what we were here for,” Harry said.  

“I guess I thought we were multitasking,” Draco said.

A week later, in Potions, Harry was leaning over the cauldron to see if it smelled like burnt cinnamon yet as the assignment indicated.  His hair had gotten longer than Draco had ever seen it and he just couldn’t keep his hands to himself.  He reached over and ran his fingers through the thick, black tangle of hair, tucking it behind Harry’s ear.

“I wasn’t going to get my hair in the potion,” Harry said. “It’s not that long.”

Draco let out a deep sigh. “I know.”  He made himself look away from Harry only to make eye contact with Weasley who promptly made an I’m-watching-you gesture.

The following weekend, someone asked the house elves to bring cappuccinos and lattes up “as study aides, obviously” and Draco tried to care about the cappuccino in front of him, but he couldn’t stop watching Harry.  He almost choked on air as he watched Harry run his tongue along the rim of his mug, licking the chocolate from the edges of his cafe mocha.  

Draco couldn’t keep his eyes off Harry’s lips.  Draco reached up and brushed his thumb over Harry’s bottom lip.

Harry pulled away. “Do I have chocolate on me?” Harry asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Completely crestfallen, Draco just shook his head. “You’re good.”  Before he went back to his Transfiguration essay, he caught eye contact with Weasley who was trying very hard not to laugh.

Earlier this week, Draco walked into their room to catch Harry dancing quite ridiculously to some muggle love song.  Harry blushed beautifully, and Draco grabbed his hands and danced with him.  By the end of the song, they were a bit closer than just hand-in-hand and both laughing.

“Why can’t all of my friends be so forgiving when I’m caught doing something silly?” Harry asked. “Hermione danced with me, but Ron never would.“ 

“I wouldn’t say ‘never,’” Weasley said from the doorway.

“Glad I could keep your dignity intact.  I only came in, for, er,” Draco looked around, “this,” he said, grabbing an ink bottle off his desk.  Weasley stared him down as he left the room.

Tonight, they sat in the common room celebrating the end of the first round of exams.  Draco couldn’t keep his eyes off Harry.  He laughed at Harry’s jokes, gave him a friendly shove when those jokes were at Draco’s expense.  Draco melted every time Harry’s leg bumped his own.  He intentionally moved a little closer when he thought it would make Harry’s shoulder brush his own. Then a conversation started taking over the group as a whole.

“I think a first kiss should always be discussed,” Pansy said. “It’s too presumptuous to assume an eye flutter and a smile would mean it’s okay to kiss.”

“It’s just because you’re a massive flirt,” Blaise said.

“Pots and kettles,” Hermione said. “I don’t know, I think it’s important to get consent, but implied consent between two people, depending on the people and the situation, could be okay.”

“I guess that tells you where I stand,” Weasley added. “How ‘bout you Harry? Negotiate kissing or surprise kissing?“ 

Harry shifted in his seat, "I don’t know.  It’s kind of hard to imagine anyone really wanting to kiss me.  Especially now, I mean, I don’t even know any other guys who prefer guys.”

Weasley stared at Draco before looking back at Harry, “Question still stands.  If one of us,” he said, waving a hand at the men in the group, “decided we fancied you.  Would you insist we asked permission?”

Draco’s head was going fuzzy.  Maybe he needed to remind himself to breathe.

“You trying to admit something there, Ron?” Harry laughed.

“Answer the question, dude,” Weasley said.  More than a couple people were looking at him like he’d sprouted a second face.

Harry threw his hands up in defeat, “What is the deal? Why are you getting so worked up over this? No. No. No I’m not opposed to surprise kisses! No, kiss consent isn’t something I insist on. No.  Okay. No-”

Before he realized he was moving, Draco had Harry’s face in his hands and his lips on Harry’s.  

“Thank fuck!” Weasley shouted.

Draco kissed Harry roughly, months of oblivious rejections be damned. When he felt Harry’s hands on him, he worried for the briefest moment that Harry would push him away.  It didn’t happen.  Harry’s arms circled his waist, pulling him closer as he kissed Draco back.  And, oh sweet Merlin, he moaned against Draco’s lips.  

Draco pulled away enough to ask, “How the bloody hell did you not know I like men?!”

Harry laughed, “Too much to hope for, I guess.”

Weasley, one of the few who hadn’t left while they were practically devouring each other, said, “He’s only been throwing himself at you for years, mate. And, Malfoy, I’d say it’s about bloody time you made a move but in your defense, you’ve been putting moves on him all year.”

Harry started to say something, but Draco cut him off with a kiss.

“Want to go discuss this, privately?” Draco asked.

Harry nodded. “Please.”

Boys - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Title: Boys

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Imagine being Bill’s girlfriend and being casted to play Beverly’s older sister in the new IT movie. Even if you characters gets killed early you stick around for Bill and the kids who love nothing more than to tease him about your relationship because he is super sweet and cute with you.

“I wish I didn’t have to kill you.” Bill mumbled, almost pouting at you and you just chuckled at him, shaking your head.

“You can’t change the script, Bill!” you pointed out “But even as that, I promise I’m not holding a grudge on you. I’m sure if there is one man on this Earth whose arms I’d have to die in it would be you.” you said with a soft smile and for a moment he merely gazed back at you with a loving smile on his face.

“Die in my arms, not by them.” he said with an almost adorable frown as he looked down, swinging his long legs back and forth like a little child. Almost adorable because you couldn’t tell much of your boyfriend underneath all the crazy clown make up he had.

“Baby” you giggled how cute he was despite it all “It’s not your fault and you know that. Besides, come on Bill! I am very much alive and talking to you! It was just a scene, I’d love to have some on screen time with you but we couldn’t have that. Let’s just enjoy the time we have behind the scenes, yes?”

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“She’s too good for you” - Dick Grayson x Reader

Summary : You finally meet your boyfriend’s family. 

Just a short little thing I wanted to write about the eldest of the batkids…Hope you’ll like it :s.

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)


You were watching TV, on your own, in your tiny apartment when it all happened. 

A knock on your door, and then said door opening. You didn’t worry, you knew who it was.

-(Y/N), how many times will I have to tell you that you need to lock your door ? Gotham is a dangerous city…

You turned around, kneeling up on your couch, to look at him. Richard Grayson was facing you. Your boyfriend. You smiled with defiance.

-You know Richie, if someone really wanted to get in my house, the lock wouldn’t do anything. They can just bust the door open with one kick. It’s a very shitty door, in a very shitty complex apartment. No one will ever even think anything valuable is in there. And they’d be right. 

-I beg to disagree, there’s one very valuable thing in this apartment…

You raised your eyebrows. Even your TV was like a hundred years old, and totally worthless. He walked toward you, stopping behind your couch to kiss you. You kissed back eagerly, tangling your hand in his hair, and he pulled back with a low chuckle. Oh you loved his laugh so much. It was damn sexy. 

-You. I’m talking about you (Y/N). 

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mikkeneko  asked:

I have a question if you don't mind -- what do you make of the pose of Fai and Ashura in that chapter spread image? What if anything do you infer of their relationship? This was a topic of MUCH speculation in TRC fandom when the manga was still coming out, before Certain Events later made things clear; I'd love to know your read on it!

I’m so reluctant to guess, purely because CLAMP are doing that thing where they wave answers under your nose but deliberately withhold all the context you need for it to actually make sense. 

Like, as a point of comparison, if this was Fai leaning on Kurogane I would have no doubt whatsoever about that that meant, but that’s because I know who Kurogane IS. I have no idea who Ashura is in this world, or who he is to Fai, beyond the fact that a) they know each other, b) Fai sealed him in an underwater coffin, c) Fai is running the hell away from him, and d) Ashura was probably the king.

I think, for the sake of the argument, if they were lovers, I would expect them to be looking towards each other instead of away. And yet Fai is visibly comforted here, and perhaps feeling protected? There’s something about his expression that says he’s entirely relaxed, which isn’t something we’re really USED to seeing on Fai. Whatever it is, they’re both used to this kind of moment and are happy to exist in the silence of the moment (which, again, we don’t see on Fai often).

So if I HAD to guess, I would suggest that maybe Ashura is Fai’s older brother, or maybe father? Not necessarily by blood, but possibly also that.

the ultimate heathers lyric starter meme ( act 2 )


  • ❛  You wait just a minute, (name)!  ❜
  • ❛  It’s ignorant, hateful talk like yours that makes this world a place that they could not live in.  ❜
  • ❛  They were not dirty!  ❜
  • ❛  They were not wrong!  ❜
  • ❛  They were two lonely verses in the Lord’s great song.  ❜
  • ❛  Our boys were pansies, (name)!  ❜
  • ❛  Yes! My boys a homosexual, and that don’t scare me none.  ❜
  • ❛  I want the world to know, I love my dead, gay son.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve been thinking. Praying. Reading some magazines.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s time we opened our eyes.  ❜
  • ❛  Well, the good Lord created the universe.  ❜
  • ❛  The Lord created man.  ❜
  • ❛  I believe it’s all a part of His gigantic plan.  ❜
  • ❛  I know God has a reason for each mountain and each flower, and why he chose to let our boys get busy in the shower!  ❜
  • ❛  I never cared for homos much until I reared me one.  ❜
  • ❛  He loves his son.  ❜
  • ❛  Jesus says it’s cool!  ❜
  • ❛  They just had flair!  ❜
  • ❛  They were desperate to be free!  ❜
  • ❛  They took a rebel stance, stripped to their underpants.  ❜
  • ❛  I can’t believe that you still refuse to get a clue after all that we’ve been through.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m talking you and me, in the summer of ‘83.  ❜
  • ❛  That was one hell of a fishing trip.  ❜
  • ❛  Our jobs are now continuing the work that they begun.  ❜
  • ❛  They were good men!  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll teach the world to love.  ❜


  • ❛  Fine, we’re damaged. Really damaged, but that does not make us wise.  ❜
  • ❛  We’re not special. We’re not different.  ❜
  • ❛  We don’t choose who lives and dies.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s be normal. Watch bad movies, sneak a beer and watch TV.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t you want a life with me?  ❜
  • ❛  Can’t we be seventeen? That’s all I want to do.  ❜
  • ❛  If you could let me in, I could be good with you.  ❜
  • ❛  People hurt us, or they vanish, and you’re right, it really blows.  ❜
  • ❛  We let go, take a deep breath.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t stop looking in my eyes.  ❜
  • ❛  Is that so hard to do?  ❜
  • ❛  Let us be seventeen, if we’ve still got the right.  ❜
  • ❛  So what’s it gonna be?  ❜
  • ❛  I want to be with you.  ❜
  • ❛  Yeah, we’re damaged. Badly damaged.  ❜
  • ❛  Your love’s too good to lose.  ❜
  • ❛  Hold me tighter. Even closer.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll stay if I am what you choose.  ❜
  • ❛  You’re the one I choose.  ❜


  • ❛  Deep inside of everyone there’s a hot ball of shame.  ❜
  • ❛  If we show the ugly parts that we hide away, they turn out to be beautiful by the light of day.  ❜
  • ❛  Every day’s a battlefield when pride’s on the line.  ❜
  • ❛  I attack your weakness and pray you don’t see mine.  ❜
  • ❛  If I share my ugly parts and you show me yours, our love can knock our walls down and unlock all our doors.  ❜
  • ❛  Who wants to share what’s in their heart?  ❜
  • ❛  No volunteers? Fine, I’ll start.  ❜
  • ❛  I live alone. My husband left. My kids are grown.  ❜
  • ❛  In the 60s love was free, that did not work out well for me.  ❜
  • ❛  The revolution came and went – tried to change the world, barely made a dent.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve struggled with despair.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve joined a cult.  ❜
  • ❛  I chant, I prayed but God’s not there.  ❜
  • ❛  (name) I’m ending our affair!  ❜
  • ❛  I faked it every time.  ❜


  • ❛  I float in a boat in a raging black ocean, low in the water with no where to go.  ❜
  • ❛  The people smell desperate.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll sink any minute so someone must go.  ❜
  • ❛  Everyone’s pushing! Everyone’s fighting!  ❜
  • ❛  There’s no where to hide.  ❜
  • ❛  The captain is pointing. well who made her captain?  ❜
  • ❛  Still, the weakest must go.  ❜


  • ❛  Aw look, (name) is gonna cry.  ❜
  • ❛  Stupid childproof caps!  ❜
  • ❛  Aw look, (name) is gonna whine all night.  ❜
  • ❛  You don’t deserve to live.  ❜
  • ❛  Why not kill yourself?  ❜
  • ❛  Here, have a sedative.  ❜
  • ❛  Whine, whine, whine like there’s no Santa Clause.  ❜
  • ❛  You’re pathetic because you whine!  ❜
  • ❛  You whine all night!  ❜
  • ❛  Your ass is off the team!  ❜
  • ❛  Go on and bitch and moan.  ❜
  • ❛  You don’t deserve the dream!  ❜
  • ❛  You’re gonna die alone.  ❜


  • ❛  He was sweet, he said that I was smart.  ❜
  • ❛  He was good at sports and people liked him.  ❜
  • ❛  At nap time, once, we shared a mat.  ❜
  • ❛  I didn’t sleep, I sat and watched him breathing.  ❜
  • ❛  I watched him dream for almost half an hour. Then he woke up.  ❜
  • ❛  He pulled a scab off one time playing kickball, kissed me quick and pressed it in my hand.  ❜
  • ❛  I took that scab and put it in a locket, all year long I wore it near my heart.  ❜
  • ❛  He didn’t care if I was thin or pretty.  ❜
  • ❛  He was mine until we hit first grade.  ❜
  • ❛  Last night I dreamed a horse with wings flew down into my home room.  ❜
  • ❛  Now we’re all grown up and we know better.  ❜
  • ❛  Now we recognize the way things are.  ❜
  • ❛  Certain boys are just for kindergarten.  ❜
  • ❛  Certain girls are meant to be alone.  ❜
  • ❛  I believe that any dream worth having, is a dream that should not have to end.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll build a dream that I can live in, and this time I’m never waking up.  ❜


  • ❛  Oh my god, is she dead?  ❜
  • ❛  Just another geek trying to imitate the popular people and failing miserably.  ❜
  • ❛  keep it together.  ❜
  • ❛  I knew you would come far.  ❜
  • ❛  Smell how gangsta you are.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m so sorry.  ❜
  • ❛  Feel a bit punchy?  ❜
  • ❛  She’s not looking so well.  ❜
  • ❛  You’ve earned that red scrunchie.  ❜
  • ❛  Come join (name) in hell.  ❜
  • ❛  Where have you been?  ❜
  • ❛  We’ve been worried sick!  ❜
  • ❛  Your friend, (name), stopped by.  ❜
  • ❛  He told us everything.  ❜
  • ❛  He’s got your hand writing down cold.  ❜
  • ❛  Please, honey, talk to us.  ❜
  • ❛  No, you wouldn’t understand.  ❜
  • ❛  Guess who’s right down the block?  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve experienced everything you’re going through.  ❜
  • ❛  Guess who’s climbing the stairs?  ❜
  • ❛  Your problems seem like life and death, I promise they’re not.  ❜
  • ❛  Guess who’s picking your lock.  ❜
  • ❛  You don’t know what my world looks like!  ❜
  • ❛  Times up! Go say your prayers.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s running on fumes now.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s totally fried.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s gotta be tripping on shrooms now.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s done for, there’s no doubt now.  ❜
  • ❛  Notify next of kin.  ❜
  • ❛  Too late, he got in.  ❜
  • ❛  Sorry for coming in through the window, dreadful etiquette I know.  ❜
  • ❛  Get out of my house!  ❜


  • ❛  All is forgiven baby!  ❜
  • ❛  Come on, get dressed! You’re my date to the pep rally tonight!  ❜
  • ❛  You chucked me out like I was trash.  ❜
  • ❛  For that, you should be dead.  ❜
  • ❛  Then it hit me like a flash: what if high school went away instead?  ❜
  • ❛  Those assholes are the key.  ❜
  • ❛  They’re keeping you away from me.  ❜
  • ❛  They made you bling, messed up your mind.  ❜
  • ❛  I can set you free!  ❜
  • ❛  You left me and I fell apart.  ❜
  • ❛  I punched the wall and cried.  ❜
  • ❛  I found you changed my heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside.  ❜
  • ❛  So, I built a bomb!  ❜
  • ❛  Tonight our school is Vietnam.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s guarantee they never see their senior prom!  ❜
  • ❛  I was meant to be yours.  ❜
  • ❛  We were meant to be one.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t give up on me now.  ❜
  • ❛  Finish what we’ve begun.  ❜
  • ❛  In the rubble of their tomb, we’ll plant this not explaining why they died.  ❜
  • ❛  Our burned bodies may finally get through to you.  ❜
  • ❛  Your society churns out slaves and blanks, no thanks.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll watch the smoke pour out the doors.  ❜
  • ❛  Bring marshmallows, we’ll make s’mores.  ❜
  • ❛  We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars.  ❜
  • ❛  I can’t make it alone.  ❜
  • ❛  You were meant to be mine.  ❜
  • ❛  I am all that you need.  ❜
  • ❛  You carved open my heart, can’t just leave me to bleed.  ❜
  • ❛  Open the door please.  ❜
  • ❛  Can we not fight anymore?  ❜
  • ❛  (Name), sure, you’re scared, I’ve been there.  ❜
  • ❛  (Name), don’t make me come in there.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m gonna count to three. 1, 2, fuck it–  ❜
  • ❛  Oh my god.  ❜
  • ❛  Please don’t leave me alone.  ❜
  • ❛  You were all I could trust.  ❜
  • ❛  I can’t do this alone, still, I will if I must.  ❜


  • ❛  I wanted someone strong who could protect me.  ❜
  • ❛  I let his anger fester and infect me.  ❜
  • ❛  His solution is a lie.  ❜
  • ❛  No one here deserves to die, except for me and the monster I created.  ❜
  • ❛  Heads up (name).  ❜
  • ❛  I’m a dead girl walking.  ❜
  • ❛  Can’t hide from me.  ❜
  • ❛  There’s your final bell.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s one more dance and then farewell.  ❜
  • ❛  (name) told me you just committed suicide?  ❜
  • ❛  Yeah, well, he’s wrong about a lot of things.  ❜
  • ❛  I through together a lovely tribute, especially considering the short notice.  ❜
  • ❛  What’s under the gym?  ❜
  • ❛  That’s it.  ❜
  • ❛  What’s that sound?  ❜
  • ❛  Give a great big yell!  ❜
  • ❛  Step away from the bomb.  ❜
  • ❛  This little thing? I’d hardly call it a bomb.  ❜
  • ❛  This is just to trigger the packs of thermals upstairs –those are bombs.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish your mom had been a little stronger.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish she’d stayed around a little longer.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish your dad were good.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish grownups understood.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish we’d met before they convinced you life is war.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish you’d come with me.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish I had more TNT!  ❜


  • ❛  I am damaged. Far too damaged.  ❜
  • ❛  You’re not beyond repair.  ❜
  • ❛  Stick around here, make things better.  ❜
  • ❛  You beat me fair and square.  ❜
  • ❛  Please stand back now.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t know what this thing will do.  ❜
  • ❛  Hope you miss me.  ❜
  • ❛  Wish you’d kiss me.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll trade my life for yours.  ❜
  • ❛  Wait, hold on!  ❜
  • ❛  Once I disappear, clean up the mess down here.  ❜
  • ❛  Not this way!  ❜
  • ❛  Say hi to God.  ❜


  • ❛  Listen up kids, war is over.  ❜
  • ❛  Brand new sheriff’s come to town.  ❜
  • ❛  We are done with acting evil.  ❜
  • ❛  We will lay our weapons down.  ❜
  • ❛  We’re all damaged, we’re all frightened, we’re all freaks but that’s alright.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll endure it. We’ll survive it.  ❜
  • ❛  (name) are you free tonight?  ❜
  • ❛  High school may not ever end.  ❜
  • ❛  Still, I miss you.  ❜
  • ❛  I’d be honored, if you’d let me be your friend.  ❜
  • ❛  We can be seventeen.  ❜
  • ❛  If nobody loves me now, someday somebody will.  ❜
  • ❛  There’s still time to make things.  ❜
  • ❛  One day we’ll change the world, but let’s kick back tonight.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s go be seventeen, take off our clothes and dance.  ❜
  • ❛  This could be our final chance.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll make it beautiful.  ❜

Request/Summary: puedes hacer latinxpeterparker? :) gracias! -your fellow hispanic nerd [@worldsroses] | Peter gets some very much needed ayuda en español.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Latinx!Reader

Word Count: 1433

A/N: I loved writing this because it’s silly and cute, and I hope you all enjoy this! Note: there are no translations included for the Spanish in the fic, sorry :/ Hopefully I’ll start writing more fics in Spanish for all my lovely latinx gente out there :) | masterlist

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Favorite Bits from the Heathers soundtrack
  • Beautiful: Dear diary, WHYYYYYYYYYY
  • Candy Store: you can join the team or you can bitch and moan, you can live the dream OR YOU CAN DIE ALONE
  • Fight for Me: Hey, could you hold my hand and could you carry me through no mans land
  • Freeze Your Brain: when that voice in your head says your better off dead DONT OPEN A VEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIN
  • Big Fun: YOU NEED A JELLO SHOT also dang dang diggity dang a dang
  • Dead Girl Walking: yeAH! I NEED IT HARD
  • Me Inside of Me: JESUS you're making me sound like Air Supply
  • Blue: and purr like kittens!! :D
  • Blue reprise: FREAK SLUT PUNKASS SLUT PUNKASS whoreeeeeeeee
  • Our Love is God: I worship you I'd trade my life for yours
  • Dead Gay Son: that was one hell of a fishing trip
  • Seventeen: yeah we're damaged, badly damaged, but your love's too good to lose. Hold me tighter.
  • Shine a Light: and STEVE I'm ending our affair
  • Lifeboat: still the weakest must go... the tiniest lifeboat...
  • Shine a Light Reprise: whine whine whi-ine like there's no Santa Clause
  • Kindergarten Boyfriend: certain girls are meant to be alone
  • Yo Girl: guess who's right down the block, guess who climbing the stairs, guess who's picking your lock, TIMES UP GO SAY YOUR PRAYERS also TOO LATE he got in
  • Meant to be Yours: you carved open my heART caNT JUSt leAVE me tO BLEED also the whole VERONICA open the open the door please bit
  • Dead Girl Walking Reprise: I let his anger fester and infect me along with I wish your mom had been a little stronger, I wish she'd stayed around a little longer, I wish your dad were good, I wish grown ups understood! I wish we'd met before they convinced you life is war! I wish you'd come with me.
  • I am Damaged: please stand back now... little further and hope you miss me, wish you'd kiss me.
  • Seventeen Reprise: if no one loves me now, someday somebody will
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AN: And so another story comes to a close. Enjoy the last and final chapter! 

Prompt: Batmom that was former suicide squad?

Words: 338 

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“It was such a pretty service.”


“Her dress was beautiful.”


“I still can’t believe my dress is orange though.”

“If anyone can pull it off it’s you. Or me, if we’re alone?”

You smirk at your husband before pinching his arm. He doesn’t jump or wince like a normal man. Instead you get a smirk and stare that makes you want to find a dark corner somewhere.

Taking his arm the two of you walk through the gardens. Neither of you says a word until you’re far enough removed from the party. You take a seat on a bench and you wait. “Do I want to know?”

“Know what?”

“How you magically found out what was wrong with me? How your brother is now in our lives? Or how Thomas Elliot ended up dead?”

You lean your head against his shoulder, “We both know you’ve already figured it out. So why don’t you ask the real question?”

“And that would be?”

“Whether or not I killed anyone?”

He kisses the top of your head, “ I already know the answer.”

Neither of you says another word until the sound of laughter catches your ear. Your kids come racing around the corner, and you can’t help but smile. Dick smiles as he announces, “Uncle Rick and Aunt June want a family picture,” and without another word your oldest son races back the way he came.

Bruce lets out a small chuckle, “No one would ever guess that he’s twenty three.”

You lock your hand with your husband’s, “He’s full of light, Bruce. I’m glad about that.”

He kisses you, “Me too.”

You join the rest of the family, and Bruce takes Penelope from Jason. He coos at your daughter before facing her towards the camera. You sandwich yourself in-between your husband and brother, and you smile.

You smile because your family is complete. You smile because you’re free from your past. You smile because your eyes are filled with joy and happiness for the rest of your life.

“I popped Captain America’s cherry !” - Steve Rogers x Reader (NSFW)

Steve Rogers is (was) a 90 years old virgin, someone had to “pop his cherry” one day you know. Just so happened it was you. Slightly NSFW. Well, actually, totally NSFW. Let’s just say it. First times and stuffs

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Being Tony Stark’s little sister wasn’t always easy. You couldn’t count the number of times you had to go pick him up somewhere because he was too drunk to come home on his own. Or the times you were waking up to go to school only to be met with a naked woman walking casually around…and getting suddenly flustered when she realized that Tony’s little sister was living with him. Or the times he just embarrassed you in general. Or when paparazzis just chased you everywhere just because you were his sister. Or just all of the Iron Man thing. You were in danger all the time, just because you were his sister…

Tony was twenty when your parents died, you were just a four year old at the time, and didn’t understand what was happening…Most of your childhood had been a bit chaotic. But you ended up fine, with all of his flaws, your brother still took good care of you. The perks of being rich really, an army of nannies were there when he wasn’t. 

Yes, being Tony Stark’s sister wasn’t always easy. But it definitely had its good sides. Your life was NEVER boring, and you always met interesting people. 

Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, was one of those people. You guys “clicked” right away. You loved his gentlemanly way, and he loved the fact that you were always very careful not to make him uncomfortable by talking about something he didn’t know. You were very aware that he wasn’t from your era, and that sometimes, he struggled. You also were the only one to acknowledge the fact that he might have PTSD from WWII. And unlike most men, he really wasn’t interested in your money and fame that came with the package of being a Stark. He liked you just the way you were, and vice versa. Unlike your brother you never mocked him when he was confused about something from the modern world. You loved hearing about when he was in the forties, and you felt that talking about it made him feel better. After all, everything and everyone he knew was long gone, that had to take a toll on your mind…It became a habit for the two of you to meet every day for lunch and just talk about anything. 

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 You know what?


Generally, I try to give people the benefit of the doubt but REALLY??? You set up this whole arc, you make us wait till the last second to get Fitz and Jemma face to face, you make Aida scared to let him see her, you talk constantly about how strong their bond is and then you do that??

In the final defining moment, you don’t let him not remember, even as he shoots her, even as he makes her beg him for his life and you make bloody Radcliffe the one that saves him?

That’s just plain and simple bullshit. I have not felt this angry at the show since Jemma kissed spacerando. 

This whole arc was set up to be them breaking through to people. It was the PERFECT time to make Fitz remember her. We saw how we reacted to the picture and when they locked eyes. “You are more than your programing”

 BUT I GUESS NONE OF THAT MATTERS. The writers can talk about their bond all they want but it’s clear that it doesn’t actually mean anything to them. It’s just bait for the fans. 

This whole moment just cheapens their entire bond and relationship. It takes away an important moment from them as characters! I frankly have no idea how Fitz is going to deal with everything at this point because there was no redemption for him there.

If they would have given them that moment it would have made everything so much better. It would have helped Fitz know that he is a good person through it all, that, when it truly mattered, he broke through and reverted to his old self. it would have made clear the strength of their bond, shown that truly nothing can stand between them. And it would have paved the way for their paths to healing.  They would have been able to work together, to come to terms together with what he had done. 

Now, Fitz is completely broken. How he is supposed to look her in the eyes now? When both him and his LMD hurt her like that? Jemma is broken. Even though she knew that it wasn’t her Fitz, the pain of it will still be there. How is she supposed to believe in their bond anyone after this? And I honestly have no  idea what happens now. I guess this is another one of those situations that gets swept under the rug because the writers don’t care enough about Fitzsimmons to fix it. 

Also can we talk about how, when he gets out, he doesn’t even mention Jemma? Really? That just cheapens the whole thing even more.

I will never forgive them for this to be quite honest. Never let me hear from the writers again how important they are to the show. How strong their bond is. Whatever, in the end, you don’t write like that.  I’ll keep watching but this season has not been whatever the hell payoff they keep talking about. We never got to see Fitzsimmons together and now, when we finally think we’re going to get some payoff, we get this. 

Nothing but a cheap ploy and a man who has no right to stealing the spotlight. Disgusting and lazy writing. 

(And, just saying, if there is any indication at all that Fitz has any feelings about AIDA in the real world, I’ll flip an entire country over.)

saemi-the-dreamer  asked:

If you are stil taking request, how about a what if? -What if JD had broken down at the sight of Veronica faking her suicide and takes his gun to shoot himself instead of going to Westerburg to blow it up? Personnally, I'd like a happy ending (even if it is bittersweet) with Veronica succeding in saving him please^^



Once she had visited Martha Dunnstock in the hospital, Veronica Sawyer walked into the Sawyer residence, weighted with guilt. This was all her fault. If she hadn’t given into the Heathers’ pressure and popularity, Martha would probably be all healed and happy and watching rented videos on the couch.

Why did I let this happen? Veronica thought as she opened the door to her house, head hanging down sadly. If I had just said no and let the Heathers torment people themselves. Martha wouldn’t have tried to commit suicide, Heather Chandler might be alive, and so would Kurt and Ram. Maybe JD wouldn’t be so psychotic. This is all my fault. I should be the one on that hospital bed, unconscious and dying. I should be the one in Hell coughing up drain cleaner. I should be the one shot to death with bullets. I should be dead. I should be–

“Where have you been?”

Veronica’s head shot up as her mom ran over and pulled her into an embrace. “We’ve been worried sick,” she said to her, cupping her face. “Your friend JD stopped by. He told us everything.”

Veronica’s stomach tied up in knots at the mention of JD. And the word “friend”, as well. The Sawyers were clueless of what happened. “… Everything?” she croaked out.

“Your depression,” her dad responded. “Your thoughts of suicide.”

Her mom thrust a copy of Moby Dick at her. “He even showed us your copy of Moby Dick.”

Veronica flipped through the pages. A lot of the most depressing parts were highlighted and scribbled with depressing words. In her own handwriting.

The Heather Chandler who was to haunt Veronica for the rest of her life suddenly appeared behind her, peering at the book from Veronica’s shoulder. “He’s got your handwriting down cold,” Heather announced, as if it weren’t obvious already.

Veronica’s mom put her hand on the book. “Please, honey. Talk to us,” she begged. Her brown eyes were filled with concern.

Veronica just turned away from her parents. “You’d never understand,” she said coldly.

“Try me!” Veronica’s mom retorted. She grabbed Veronica’s arm as a nurturing gesture. Veronica wriggled out of her mother’s touch. “I’ve experienced everything you’re going through right now. I know it all seems impossibly dramatic.”

As Veronica kept skimming through the book, Kurt, Ram, and Heather appeared behind her mother. “Guess who’s right down the block?” they asked eerily.

Veronica’s mom kept talking, but Veronica’s heart beat fast as she realized that JD was heading over. Now. She sensed someone trying to climb the outside stairs to her bedroom window.

Guess who’s climbing the stairs?” Kurt, Ram, and Heather chorused.

“… I promise, they’re not,” Mrs. Sawyer continued.

Guess who’s picking your lock?

“You don’t know what my world looks like,” Veronica growled before turning away and running up to her bedroom as fast as she could.

As she tried to find a way to escape or hide from JD, she paced around her room, looking for a place to hide herself in.

You’re crazy,” Kurt, Ram, and Heather jeered. “Are you high on shrooms? Do you actually think you can hide from him? There’s no doubt that you’re done for.

Veronica started looking for something to keep JD from coming through the window. No use. There was nothing in her room.

“Notify next of kin, Veronica. No use trying to keep him out!

Suddenly, Veronica heard her bedroom window click.

Too late! He got in.

Veronica scrambled to her closet, locking the door shut.

“Knock knock!” JD sang creepily as he stepped inside Veronica’s bedroom with his gun in his hand. “Sorry to come in through the window. Dreadful etiquette, I know.” But he didn’t sound sorry at all. He closed the bedroom window shut.

“Get out of my house,” Veronica ordered shakily through the closet door.

JD chuckled. “Hiding in the closet? Come on,” he begged, “open the door!”

“No,” Veronica responded. Her voice sounded less shaky and more calm, but she was still scared. “I’ll scream. My parents will call the police.”

JD took no notice of her threat. “All is forgiven, baby! Come on, get dressed! You’re my date to the pep rally tonight!”

“What? Why?” Veronica asked, confused. Didn’t JD hate her? Wasn’t he coming up here to kill her?

“Well, our classmates thought they were signing a petition,” JD answered proudly. He took out a piece of paper with various signatures written on it. “But you gotta come out here and see what they really signed!”

It didn’t take a genius to know that whatever they signed, it just contributed to JD’s proud sociopath personality.

“You know, you should be dead for chucking me out like trash,” JD started to say, attempting to get Veronica out. “But I had a better idea. What if high school went away instead?”

As he continued to beg for her forgiveness and explained his plan to plant a bomb inside Westerburg High and make it look like a mass suicide, Veronica looked around her cramped closet for something to drive JD away. She came across a long bedsheet. Perfect.

“We were meant to be one, Veronica!” JD continued. “I can’t do this alone! Come on out, and let’s finish what we begun!”

No answer.

“VERONICA!” he yelled. He lowered his voice to a frighteningly calmer tone. “Open the door, please. Open the door.”

No response.

“Veronica!” he said again, still calm. “Can we stop fighting? Please?”

Still nothing.

He sighed. “Look, I know you’re scared. I’ve been there. But I can set you free!”

Nothing. JD was starting to get impatient. And impatient plus JD equaled one thing.


“Veronica!” he shouted. His tranquility was starting to break. “Don’t make me come in there!” he threatened.


“I’m gonna count to three!” he warned. “One.”




“FUCK IT!” he screamed as he kicked down the door, only to see Veronica hanging from her impromptu bedroom noose.

JD suddenly fell to his knees, stunned and heartbroken. The only girl he had ever loved was hanging dead right in front of him, all because of him. “Oh… God… no…” he whispered. A single tear rolled down his cheek. “Veronica… Please don’t leave me alone… you were all I can trust…”

Suddenly, his motivation to get rid of all his classmates was gone. He was doing this all so he and Veronica could be together, and now the only place they could be together was…


“I’m so sorry, Veronica,” he sobbed as he brought himself up. “I wanted to do this for you. I’m so sorry.” He put the gun to his head and put his thumb on the trigger. “This was all for you, but if this is what you wanted…”

Out of nowhere, Veronica screamed, “NO!”

She untangled herself from her noose, ran over to JD and smacked the gun out of his hand. “No, no, please don’t,” she begged softly, taking his wrists. “I’m so sorry, I just wanted you to stop.”

“Veronica…” JD wriggled his wrists out of Veronica’s grasp to cup her face with his hand. “I’m sorry, this was all for you. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” He pulled her into a hug and whispered apologies into her neck. Veronica felt his tears against her skin.

“Please, just stop killing people…” she begged quietly. “Please. For me.”

JD nodded, pulling back from Veronica. He kissed her forehead. “For you. Just for you.”

He held her close. “I worship you…” he muttered. “I’ll do anything for you. If you want me to stop murdering people, I will. I promise.”

With that, Veronica pulled away from him and kissed him softly, still crying. “Let’s just be seventeen, okay?” she asked against his lips.

JD nodded in agreement, this time, meaning it.

Veronica smiled, sniffling and wiping JD’s tears away from his cheeks. “Now, let’s just ditch the pep rally and go bowling. What do you say?”

JD laughed softly. “I think that’s a good idea. Can we stop by 7-Eleven first?”

“Well…” Veronica pretended to think about it. “Will you finally buy me a Big Gulp?”

JD groaned. “You’re defeating the purpose of 7-Eleven,” he teased playfully. But then he smirked. “Fine.”

Then he took her hand and they walked out of the house.

And in the words of Heather Chandler: “And they lived happily ever after.”

You’re mine, Omega (Chapter Five)

Characters: Jensen, Jared, Reader, OFC Emily, cast of supernatural mentioned, Danneel

Warnings: angst, feelings of anxiety

Word Count: 2632

A/n: So this chapter had to be ended shorter than I would’ve like it to but its ok, next chapter is gonna make up for it. This is unbeta’d, all mistakes are my own. Tags will be under the chapter. If you’d like to be tagged, send me an ask only, or I will not see your request.

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What A Feeling #9 - I Miss You

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*October 2017

It had been a few weeks since you and Harry had seen one another in person. This time around had been the longest you two had gone without seeing each other. Sure you were texting constantly and facetiming whenever you could, but it was still taking its toll on both of you. Harry had been asking you practically every day when you’d be able to fly out and join him on his tour for a few days, but you never had an answer.

You were still finishing up some appearances for your album and newest single release. You also had been spending the few days filming the music video. There were also countless photo shoots and interviews with magazines, so it wasn’t like you could just ditch them to see Harry. And he understood that but it didn’t mean it didn’t annoy him either.

One day you were out shopping with Eve and Ema, trying to get your mind off everything when she noticed something was up with you.

“Okay, spit it out,” Eve said. “What’s up with you?”

“There’s nothing up with me,” you said.

“You’ve been staring at that shirt for five minutes and it’s god awful,” she said taking out it out of your hands. “Now, tell us what’s wrong?”

You sighed. “I pretty sure the distance is getting to me and Harry. This is the longest we’ve been apart and it’s really hard. I mean the other times we were apart, we always knew a specific date on when we’d see each other again, but now with my schedule us seeing each other again is so up in the air.”

“Ah, Now, you’re in the position that we’ve been in for years,” Eve nodded. “And yeah, it’s fucking hard, but your relationship is still new, so it’s going to be even harder at first. It doesn’t exactly get easier but doesn’t feel so intense after awhile.”

“Yeah, and while it’s tough now, just think of what’s it’s going to be like when you finally see each other again,” Emma smiled. “It’ll be like Christmas morning, your birthday, and Valentine’s Day all rolled up in one.”

“And just like Christmas, it feels like it’s never going to come,” you sighed.


“For fuck’s sake,” Harry snapped. He sighed running his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Harry was at soundcheck for his show that night and he was distracted. He kept coming in at the wrong time and missing the wrong chords on the guitar.

“Look, maybe we should just call it day,” someone said.

Harry didn’t respond instead he just shoved his guitar off and walked away. He went back into the dressing room of the venue and sighed. He was beyond frustrated at the moment. He grabbed his phone from his back pocket and sat down on the couch in the room.

“Hey love, can you facetime?” He quickly typed to you.

“Sorry, can’t. We’re about to start shooting,” you sent back five minutes later.

“Damnit!” He shouted throwing his phone across the room.

He regretted it as soon as he had done it and knew that he needed to calm down. But it was hard. He missed you. He missed you like crazy it was starting to affect him.

What he didn’t get was that he was used to missing people, his mother, his sister, his father, other friends and family, but missing you was something totally different. It genuinely felt as if part of him was missing when you were away. If he hadn’t already figured it out, he definitely knew it now.

He was in love with you.


“Oh, come on! It’ll be a great surprise!” Emma said. “If you fly out now, you’ll be there right after the show.”

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “We’re supposed to go that event tonight as a band.”

“And? It’s not like its a charity thing or a something for you guys. It’s a birthday party…” she said. “Besides after tonight, isn’t Harry flying back to the UK for the next leg of the tour?”

“Tomorrow morning, I think,” you nodded.

“So, now is your chance to see him,” she said. “And for at least a good week or so, your schedule is clear.”

“No, it’s not,” you said. “We’re supposed to be performing at-”

“Actually,” Emma said. “That got rescheduled.”

“Wait? What?” You asked. “By who?”

“Apparently, there was an issue with the venue or something,” she said. “Mitch got the call this afternoon and that’s why I came straight over here.”

“Wait? Why didn’t I get this call?” You said looking through your phone. “Oh…I did.”

“See, now I already booked the plane ticket, so you’re going,” she said. “Besides you need to get away. You’ve been working for the last couple of months.”


The show went okay. Harry definitely could have done better, but also could have done a lot worse. He was thankful for the upcoming off days before his next show. He needed to rest his voice and his body from all the traveling. He really wanted to fly to LA and spend them with you, but you’d be busy, so what was the point.

He got back to the hotel, shortly after the show, and went up to his room. He was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to go to bed before his early flight in the morning. When he opened the door, he turned on the light and was slightly confused.

There were rose petals on the floor, along with shoes and other items of clothing that didn’t belong to him. Candles were also lit and he could hear music playing in the bathroom. He was a little worried and thought about calling hotel security, but he was also intrigued to figure out what the hell was going on.

He took off his boots and put his keys on the table. He kept his phone with him just incase he needed to call for back up. He slowly made his way towards the bathroom, when he heard the sound of water. Apparently, whoever was in his bathroom was taking a bath.

He opened the bathroom door to you laying in the bathroom, covered in bubbles.

“Why hello there, handsome,” you smirked.

Harry looked at you in complete shock. He brought his hands over his face and laughed. “W-What are you doing here?”

“Well, I decided to take a nice bubble bath tonight, but I didn’t want to take one alone, so here I am,” you smirked.

Harry laughed and walked over to you. He quickly pressed his lips to yours before jumping into the tub with you, fully clothed.

“Really?” You laughed.

“Yep, now come here,” he smirked pulling towards him.

You giggled climbing onto his lap wrapping your arms around his neck.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he said.

“I know because I’ve missed you like crazy,” you whispered.

“How long are you here for?” He asked.

“Well, it depends, do you want me to tag along with you to the UK for a few days or…?” You smirked.

“Wait? You can come with me? But I thought-” he said.

“One of our performances got reschedule, so that means no rehearsals this week, which means I’m free to do what I want with my time off,” you smiled.

“I’m really happy you decided to spend that time with me,” he smiled.

“Who else would I get to join me for a bubble bath?” You laughed.

“I’m sure there are plenty who would jump up at the chance,” he said.

“There’s only one person I want,” you whispered.

Harry pressed his lips against yours and quickly deepened the kiss. His hands were at your sides and your hands were in his hair. You two were so engrossed with one another, you didn’t hear the door open and someone walk inside.

“Hey, Harry you in here-” Jeff said walking into the bathroom.

You screamed a bit as Harry held you close to him to keep everything hidden as possible.

“Jesus, Jef, what the fuck are doing here?” Harry groaned.

“I uh- Wow. I’m so sorry. I’ll just come back,” he said before quickly walking out the door.

“Oh my god, that did not just happen,” you laughed. “Did you not lock your door?”

“Guess not,” he laughed. “Oops.”

“That’s so embarrassing,” you groaned. “I look like I’m trying to seduce you.”

“Aren’t you though?” He smirked.

“Shut up,” you laughed hitting his shoulder.

“Now, as much as I love this, the water is getting cold,” he said.

You nodded and you both got out. You laughed at Harry trying to take off his soaking wet clothes.

“I can’t believe you got in fully clothed,” you laughed wrapping a towel around you.

“There wasn’t enough time to take everything off beforehand. I just wanted to enjoy a nice bath with my naked girlfriend, who I haven’t seen in ages,” he smirked.

“Maybe I wanted to enjoy a nice bath with my naked boyfriend, who I haven’t seen in ages, but you ruined that,” you smirked.

“I’m naked now,” he smirked wrapping his arms around you and picking you. “Enjoy me all you want.”

“Ahh,” you laughed holding on to him as he carried you over to the bed.

“You’re getting the bed all wet,” you laughed. “You could have at least dried off first.”

“Why? You get the bed wet all the time,” he smirked.

“Shut up,” you blushed.

He laughed pulling you closer to him. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your head.

“I’m really glad you came here today,” he whispered. “I was having a hard day all day and the show could have been better.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked.

“No, I was just getting in my head,” he said. “And I might have started missing you a little too much.”

“I’m here,” you smiled.

“Yeah, you are,” he smiled. “And I couldn’t be happier.”


The next morning you woke up with your arms wrapped around Harry and the sound of the alarm on his phone going off. You groaned and kissed his back before reaching over to turn it off.

“I love waking up to a view like this,” he smirked pressing a kiss against your naked chest right in front of his face.

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll send you a picture.”

“But the real thing is such more better,” he smirked reaching up to touch you.

“Hey!” You laughed slapping his hand away. “We have a flight to catch.”

“Exactly, which means we have hours before we can properly have sex,” he said. “We just cuddled last night, which is totally fine with me, but it caused a little bit of a problem.”

“It’s not exactly a little problem,” you mumbled.

He smirked. “Please, I set the alarm, so we’d have plenty of time to fool around.”

“Wait, so I could have slept for another hour?” You gasped.

“Yep,” he said. “You can sleep on the plane!”

You groaned dramatically and looked down at him. “You’re lucky I love you,” you laughed against his lips.

As soon as the words left your lips, Harry’s body stiffened. Your eyes widen once you realized what you said and you quickly sat up embarrassed. Harry sat up and looked over at you.

“What did you say?” He asked.

“It’s nothing, I- it just slipped,” you said quickly.

“Did you mean it?” He asked again reaching for you hand. “Do you mean it?”

You sighed looking down. This was so embarrassing. You were afraid this was going to happen and why you didn’t want to be the first one to express your feelings. This was too soon, you two had only officially been together for like three months.

“Truthfully, yeah, I do,” you said. “But I know what you’re thinking. We’ve only been together a few months and it’s entirely too soon to be in love. And that you care about me, but you don’t love me, not yet at least. And I completely understand that.”

Harry laughed. “Are you finished?”

“I uh.. yeah,” you nodded.

“Truthfully, yeah, I am thinking that, at least part of that,” he said. “But I’m also thinking about how much I love you too.”

Your head shot up and looked into his eyes. “Y-You love me?”

“Yeah, I do you dork,” he laughed. “And now that I’ve finally said it out loud, I feel like this huge weight has been lifted off of me.”

“Wow,” you whispered. “Huh, I was expecting this happened,” you laughed.

“Me either,” he smiled. “But I’m glad it did because now I don’t feel like I have to hold my tongue when I’ve waited to say it to you so many times before.”

“I know what you mean,” you smiled. “Can you say it again?”

“Only if you say it again,” he smirked.

“I can do that,” you smiled.

“Well then, Y/N, I love you,” he whispered.

“Harry, I love you,” you whispered.

He smiled pressing his lips to yours and pull you tightly against him.

“Good thing you set that alarm,” you mumbled. “Because I need you so fucking much right now.”

He smirked. “And I’m all about giving my love anything she wants,” he whispered against your lips before flipping you over onto your back and giving you exactly what you want and more.


Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz


Warnings: Cursing?


You walked over to the bar with feelings of fear and excitement, you looked over you shoulder one last time seeing the group of girls all smiling waving their hands gesturing for you to do it. You let out a deep breath not knowing how to go about the dare at hand, you were now at the bar behind the stranger who they had chosen for you.

“Please be cute.” You said softly tapping the stranger’s shoulder causing the Mohawked stranger to turn around to look at you “I mean, I’m told I’m adorable but I don’t think that’s the same as cute.” He said flashing a bright smile causing you to laugh “Cute and funny, hmm. I think I got lucky.” You said winning at him causing him to shift in his chair. “I know this is sudden, but you see me and my friends are playing a game and I was dared to take a piece of clothing from you.” You said bluntly not knowing how else to go about the request. He threw his head back laughing, the mere sound caused your knees to buckle, you didn’t expect something so sweet to sound so sexy. Without any protest he handed his white T-shirt to you.

You looked down at the shirt taking it but your eyes made their way to look at the man’s chest, lean and muscular, tattoos embedded in his skin now on full display “Shit.” You said tearing your eyes away from his body moving to his face that now held a smirk “You can stare, I mean it’s already out in the open.” He said winking at you, now causing you to squirm. “Thank you for this.” You said holding up the shirt “No problem, just before you go I’m gonna need that back.” He said nodding his head to the bar indicating he would be there for the night, you nodded before returning to your group of friends.

The night buzzed by dare after dare, all your friends had now taken off leaving you alone and now making your way to the bar. You sit next to the Mohawk stranger handing him his shirt “You know thanks to you, I’ve been getting hit on by the bartender all evening.” He said nodding to the girl serving drinks to few other patrons but her eyes still glued on Mohawk guy “Are you thankful or complaining?” You asked confused as he leaned in closer “Well I told her your were my girlfriend, so the decisions yours to make.” He whispered in your ear causing you to smirk “You know, all this and yet I don’t even know your name.” You whispered in his ear, as you slid off your stool and stood in front of Mohawk guy, standing in between his legs wrapping your arms around his neck “Juan Carlos, most people call me Juice though.” He said licking his lips slowly, you lean in closer to him “Well I guess I’ll be calling you boyfriend huh?” You said bringing your mouth dangerously close to his.

“Yeah I guess.” He said his eyes now locked on your lips, you brushed them against his softly before tightening your hands around his neck pulling your lips closer together. His hands made their way down your body to your hips, holding you in place tightly as you fought for dominance through the battle of tongues but with much pleasure, he had won. You broke apart to breathe resting your head on his “We’re even now, you help me, I help you.” You said smiling, his hands still tight at your waist “Yeah.” He said laughing as he looked over at the now angry bartender.

“Well I do have one more favor.” You said softly pulling away from him, he looked more relaxed and calm “What’s up?” He asked still holding you “All my friends left.. and they were ride.. so I was wondering.. if you wouldn’t mind taking me home..” you asked looking down, only to feel his finger lifting your chin up “My, my. I don’t even know your name, yet you strip me, make out with me, and now want a ride home. Who are you and where have you been all my life?” He asked causing you to laugh “Probably home playing my life away. Names (Y/N) though.” You said laughing as his eyes widen “Oh I’m definitely taking you home now.” He said standing up grabbing your hand and making your way out of the bar to stroll over to a motorcycle.

“Bad boy biker doesn’t fit your character.” You said as you watched him leaning against the bike. “Did I disappoint?” He asked pouting “Not at all Juice.” You said as he handed you a helmet before helping you get on the bike “Hold on tight, my dear lady.” He said smirking as he sped off into the darkness of the night. He had finally reached your house “Well this was an eventful night.” You said smiling as you watched him lean against his bike “So how about we make it even better, what do you say to Mario Kart battle? Loser buys dinner?” You said leaning against your door watching Juice kick the bike stand walking towards your door “You’re so on.” He said smirking as you opened the door, closing it behind you both.

Slippery (Phillip Hamilton x Reader)


this was fun to write. It’s been ages since I’ve posted smut. I had many requests for Phillip fluff/smut, so I hope this covers all of them. Props to @theimaginesofhamilton (Mother Monarch) (go follow her) for the really lit prompt. Love you all. Enjoy ;)

“Can’t we just get pizza?” you asked, beginning to get annoyed with trying to slice the meat with knives that were obviously too dull.

You did not cook a lot, and based on the look of Phillip, he hadn’t a clue what he was doing either.

“Come on, (Y/N) let’s just give this a try.” Phillip pleaded, abandoning his task and striding towards you.

You smiled as his arms wrapped around you and pulled your back into his chest.

“Besides, it gives us some time together.” he happily mumbled as he pressed soft kisses to the side of your head.

“Still, we can spend time together without having to make….what is it called again?”

He snatched the small recipe card off the counter, squinted and read the title.

“Marjoram-Grilled Lamb with Arugula and Port-Mustard Dressing.” he robotically read.

“Phillip, that’s the most pretentious thing I’ve ever heard in my life.” 

“Come on, it’ll be great!” He exclaimed, releasing you. He returned to his task of making a salad, and read off the recipe card.



“Where do we keep the olive oil?” he asked.

“It should be in the pantry, on the top shelf.” you responded, now desperately hacking at the meat which refused to be cut. Stupid lamb. Surrender already.


You immediately jumped and spun around, feeling liquid splatter onto your blouse.

“What was that?”

Phillip had no words as your eyes ran across the room, looking for he source of the commotion until your eyes fell on the vegetable oil bottle, laying on it’s side. Phillip must have dropped it, as the top of it had broken off and now the bottle made soft glugging sounds as it released the vat of oil onto your counter. 


“I’m sorry, it was really slippery!” he defended as he placed the bottle upright and tried scooping the substance back into it with his hands.

“You’ve got to be more careful,” you chastised as you looked down at your blouse, now blotched with patches of oil, making the material stick to your skin. It felt gross.

You undid all of your buttons before carefully sliding the top off, taking notice of the ingredient overflowing from the counter and now gathering into a pool on the floor. 

“I swear I tried to be careful, but you know how clumsy I am sometimes. I c-” Phillip stopped as he looked up, eyes gazing over your shirtless top half.

You began searching  the cabinets for the paper towels, and felt his eyes still locked on you.

“What’s the big deal, Phil? You’ve seen me without a shirt before.”

“Yeah but….” he trailed off. You looked over to him to see that he had a finger pointing to your chest. 

You looked down to see that the oil once splattered on your shirt had seeped through the fabric, and spread over your chest. Your full breasts glistened under the kitchen lighting, smooth and wet with the ingredient. Phillip had a hungry spark in his eyes. 

“They’re just boobs, dork. Get over it,” you giggled as you turned your back on him, continuing to look for paper towels to clean the mess.

Hmmm…not here… not here… not here either. Where could they have run off to? You could’ve sworn you left them in the-

Your thoughts were interrupted as cold oil was poured onto the base of your neck. A shiver ran through your body as the substance slowly traveled past the valley between your shoulder blades. The cool, thick substance ran in a stream down your spine, awakening all of your senses.

“Phillip…” you breathed, struggling to bite back a moan. It seemed silly, but the gesture was almost…well…sensual.

You heard his voice chuckle behind you.

“Did you like that?” he asked as he placed his large hands on your back, spreading the oil over your skin and massaging you gently.

“Yes…” you sighed in pleasure and you heard his shirt slide off, followed by him placing his bare chest on your oiled back.

“Dinner is ruined, you know.” you suddenly stated as your eyes glanced over the lamb, now soaking with oil.

“That’s okay.” he almost immediately responded. “I think I can figure out a way to make up for it.” he offered as he slipped one of his hands off of your back, and onto your thigh. His fingers were still soaked in the ingredient as he ran them up your leg, pushed past your panties, and firmly pressed them onto your clit.

You whined and tossed your head back onto his chest, desperate for more.

He chuckled as he began to rub in gentle circles, forcing pleasure to surge through your veins and moan as he picked up speed. 

“Phillip…p-please.” you begged as he roughly played with you, sending you into a spell of over stimulation.

“Only because you asked so nicely…” he teased as he two oily fingers slid into you, vigorously pumping in and out. 

Your moans grew as he pressed you harder into the counter, your back still align on his chest and his fingers curling up inside you. It was too much.

“Phillip…fuck… I’m gonna…” 

You couldn’t even finish your sentence before shock waves ripped through your body, a strangled scream rose from your lungs as you came onto his hand. 

You felt your body cripple beneath you with the release, but Phillip’s hold, along with the support of the counter, kept you from falling.

Phillip laughed.

“I’ve never seen you like that, (Y/N).”

You blushed.

“It just felt… really good. Great actually. Better than anything I’ve done before.” you admitted as you turned around. 

You ran you eyes over Phillip: strong hands, muscular abdomen, and veiny arms glistening with oil from both the incident and pressing you into the counter.

You cocked your head sweetly and raised your eyebrow. You innocently toyed with his belt.

“Do you mind if I return the favor?” you flirted.

A grin spread across his face as you slid his belt off with one hand and admired his glossy abdomen with the other. You undid his zipper, and rolled down his pants and briefs together to reveal his erect member, pulsing with eagerness. 

You smiled as you ran an oil-soaked hand over it, tugging lightly and running your thumb over his tip as he stifled a moan. 

He grew harder and deliciously larger with every wet pull. 

You felt his hands grab your waist as you began to pull his pants off, allowing him more movement and freedom. 

You stopped him as he began to kick them off.

“Phillip, you have to be careful. The floors are slippery now; I don’t want you to fall.” you advised.

He locked his eyes onto yours.

“Well I guess I’ll just have to fuck you stupid on the counter than.”

You couldn’t stifle a response before he crouched down, hooked his built arms around your thighs and lifted you onto the counter. He expertly slid your skirt and underwear off and tossed them carelessly onto the floor. Your pussy was shining and sleek with a concoction of vegetable oil and your own slick. You looked irresistible to him. 

He quickly lined up his cock to the space between your thighs and easily slid into you. 

He grunted as you arched your back and cried out with pleasure, reciprocating his rhythm and sliding onto him as he thrusted into you. He sunk his face into the nape of your neck, biting it gently as his dark, thick head of hair fell around you. 

He continued nibbling as he shoved into you, hands moving down to play with your breasts.

You felt your pussy stretch and clench around his hard, pulsing cock, eager for more as you took him deeper and deeper.

“Phillip…I’m gonna…”

“I know. Me too.” he said into your shoulder between grunts.

You began slamming himself directly into your g-spot, over and over and over again. You were stunned with pleasure as you saw stars and let out strangled moans. His teeth bit farther into your skin. His hand sunk between your thighs once more and his thumb toyed with your clit. It sent you over the top.

You shuddered as you released yourself all over him, tossing your head back and crying his name out.

Seeing you like that is what did it for him.

He let out one final, obnoxiously hot moan as he pumped his hot cum inside you. 

He then slid his hands off of you, removed himself from you and lifted his head up, looking directly into your eyes. You crashed your lips into his.

You hungrily made out; a sloppy mess of lips, tongues and satisfaction. You bit his lip one final time before you pulled away to steady your breathing.

You remained on the counter and he still stood before you, both unmoving as you sucked in air and tried to get your breathing rate down.

Your stomach then rumbled, reminding you both of the missed meal. You glanced over at the mess of the kitchen you had created.

“I’m sorry I ruined our food.” he apologized, smirking.

“It’s okay,” you said, pulling him into a hug. “This was much more fun anyways.”

You were silent for awhile, enjoying eachother’s presence before his stomach began to grumble as well.

He looked down at you and smiled.

“Soooo….. pizza?”

Oh, Baby (Namjoon x Reader) Pt. 4

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Pairing: Namjoon/Rap Monster x Reader
Rating: M
Genre: Smut/Mafia-ish AU

Words: 3,175

Summary: You were only supposed to have seen him twice. Only twice, no more, but now you’re getting dragged into situations you never wished for and Namjoon just keep showing up.

“Are you alright?” Jungkook asks quietly as you pack your bag, skin much whiter than it had been a minute ago.

“Yeah, sorry,” you say, forcing yourself to smile at him. Jungkook frowns, not looking convinced, but he doesn’t press the subject.

The room then drops into an uncomfortable silence, Namjoon’s appearance having frazzled you into muteness and Jungkook not sure what to say when he doesn’t want to invade your space too much.

“I hope that I was some help,” you say after a minute, smiling at him apologetically. Eyebrows furrowing, he shakes his head and stares at you quizzically, trying to figure out what happened to your previously easy-going attitude. Now you’re tense, fingers fidgeting in your lap, and a part of him wants to help, but…he’s not very good with females.

“Yeah, of course you helped—I actually know shit now,” he speaks, smiling back at you, and feels relief surface in his chest when you actually laugh.

“True,” you say, standing, and heft your back over your shoulder. “Thanks for being so easy to work with—I’ll actually let you ask me for help in the future if you need it.”

“How gracious of you,” Jungkook rolls his eyes, and you flash him one last smile before turning to walk away. As soon as you turn your back something in Jungkook jolts him into action, his hand reaching out for you, but just before his fingers skim against the fabric of your shirt he freezes.

What is he doing?

“I’ll see you in class!” you call over your shoulder, waving at him friendlily, and Jungkook waves back somewhat mindlessly, staring after you until your gone, the front door clicking shut and signaling you exit.

You slump against the elevator wall when the doors shut, entire body numb of emotion. You’d been wanting to see Namjoon again for weeks, and yet now that you’d seen him, all you want to do is leave. Too much had happened today—you’d met (and been assaulted by) Jimin, had been somewhat forced into tutoring Jungkook (even though you actually think he’s nice overall), and now there’s Namjoon too.

You kind of want to run away. You want to go home and sleep and then maybe face Namjoon tomorrow if you have to, but he had commanded you to wait, and you feel like you really don’t have a choice in the matter.

So, releasing a sigh as the elevator reaches the ground floor, you step out into the large lobby and glance around. You’re not sure where Namjoon is planning for you to wait, but you need a breath of fresh air, and decide to head outside.

The night is colder than you had anticipated. It’s nearly 11 now, and the city has considerably calmed down, but there are still people roaming here and there.

Breath fanning in front of you face as you sigh, you let your backpack drop from your shoulders, placing it on the ground as you lean back against the cool brick wall.

“Rough day?” a calm voice rings out and you jolt, snapping to look at the man who you hadn’t even realized was standing onto a few feet from you. His smile is wide and friendly, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, and with the snapback on his head you can only assume he’s a student around your age.

“Kinda,” you sigh, forcing a small, polite smile onto your lips. He nods, eyes crinkling with sympathy.

“Care to share?”

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Just the Way You Are

Originally posted by okcarlgrimes

Title: Just the way you are
Request: can u write a story with Chandler Riggs where the reader is his new gf and she’s upset bc she’s plus size and all his fans think that Briana was better bc she’s skinny and pretty, and they jest were perfect together. then chan get to know about this(he can see the tweets or sth) and tells the reader she’s amazing and all the things he loves about her. thank u and have a good day x
Pairing: Chandler Riggs x plus sized!reader
Warnings: body shaming, cyber bullying
A/N: YOOOOOOOOOO MAAA HOMMIEEES, to the anon that requested this I’m sorry it took so long but oh well???? I don’t consider myself plus sized so I don’t really understand but I’ve kind of made it stereotypical as possible???? Please enjoy! Btw I will be moving in a few weeks; requests will be open but I don’t know if I’ll get to them

Chandler and Brianna had a bad breakup. You didn’t want to say you were his rebound but it was a couple months after.
You were so excited to spend time with Chandler. He was always so busy filming or starting a new project… Let’s just say your first public appearance did not go well.
The tweets started rolling in, it hit you like a punch to the gut. According to twitter, your gut was large.
OMG she looks like a freaking whale! Why is my smol bean w/ her?
What happened to Bri? Y'all were so cute <3333
Loose some weight! Then she’ll be pretty!

Tears stung at your eyes and you slammed your phone down. You had always been insecure, but this was taking it to a whole new level.
Wiping your tears, you threw your phone on your bed and went to reapply your makeup. Chandler was going to be here in about an hour, you had to look good for him.
Thoughts crossed your mind, does Chan’ think the same thing? Will he see the tweets and start to agree with them?
“No,” you said to your reflection. “He loves me for who I am.”
Does he?
No, he is a very loving and open minded person.
Does he miss how skinny Brianna was? That she could probably wear her shirts to bed without them looking like just a normal t-shirt. Does he miss Briandler?

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Always You

400 Follower Celebration Drabble #6

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Prompt: #39  “Don’t say you love me.”

Requested by: @startled-seastar

Word count: 713

Rating: Everyone

“Sugar, are you here? You missed dinner,” Leonard said as he walked into your shared quarters.

“Wasn’t hungry,” you answered from where you sat curled up on the couch with your PADD.

“Big lunch?” He sat down on the bed in the other room and removed his boots.

“Yeah,” you lied unconvincingly.

He emerged from the bedroom a few minutes later in a pair of pajama pants and an old t-shirt from his academy days. “You alright?” he asked as he sat down next to you.

You nodded.

“What’re you reading?”

You blinked a few times, trying to remember what exactly it was that you were reading. “Not sure. Guess I’m just tired.” You locked the screen of your PADD and set it aside as you stood. “I’m gonna head to bed.” Giving him a small forced smile, you headed to the bed, curling up under the covers with a sigh.

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…and maybe one day, you’ll walk into the same coffee shop that I’m sitting inside, and I’ll notice how you’ve cut your hair and that you’re wearing a checkered red and blue flannel that the old you, the you that I loved, would’ve detested, and I guess that’s when we’ll lock eyes. Maybe it’ll cross your mind that I’ve started wearing lipstick, that my long brown hair has been replaced with a short blonde bob, but maybe you just didn’t recognise me, and in that moment, we’ll look away from each other and continue on with our lives. A millisecond of a glance, one that may have changed your life, or one that may have passed through without a second thought. I suppose you’ll continue on with your day without any memory of the girl with the short blonde hair sitting at Table 1 by the window in the corner.

But that’s okay, because I know you’ve moved on, and so have I. I’ll look down at my left hand and notice how the silver glistens in the morning sunlight, and I'll take a deep breath and remind myself that soon, everything is going to be okay.

—  M.T // fragment #2
Without You: Bloodstone (Part 13)

Genre: AU, bts!werewolf, fantasy, angst

Warnings: language, violence, suggestive content

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Werewolves, contrary to popular belief, are usually gentle creatures. Except for a very specific set of circumstances, they would never hurt a human (on purpose). The few unfortunate times when mistakes were made put a permanent dark mark on the beasts and people began labeling them as monsters. What the human population failed to recognize was the fact that they were protecting us from something much more sinister. Luckily, a few survived and the gene was passed down hereditarily until one day finding its way to me… in the form of my best friend.

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Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

Loyalty is often as blind as justice should be, as unstable as a lightning storm ought to be, and as misplaced as an opinion in the truth.

Chapter 13:

As it turns out, Jungkook isn’t angry with me for wanting to sneak into a dark, creepy, fortified hallway in the middle of the night.

No, the first thing out of his mouth is, “You couldn’t even think of a good excuse? Just in case?”

“What do you mean?” I huff in faux annoyance, “I got the watch. Isn’t that what’s important?”

My raven haired friend purses his lips momentarily before replying, “You broke down and told me what you were planning on doing the second I asked.”

“Yah! I held out for at least like ten.”

“I was rounding,” he rolls his eyes, flipping to lie on his back and look at me upside-down. “But seriously, I don’t think it’s a good idea to-”

“Before you start lecturing,” I interrupt, “I want to remind you that you don’t OWN me, no matter what your overly hormonal wolf alter ego says.”

Jungkook laughs, a reaction that is reassuring, “Eun-ah, I’m not mad at you for being curious. If you’d let me finish… what I was going to say, was I don’t think it’s a good idea to go alone. I’m coming with you.”


“Yeah. Do you really think I’d let you put yourself in that kind of danger?”

“But… you’re not mad?”

Shifting so that he sits upright, Jungkook’s voice suddenly lowers a few notes, “I told you, there’s something about this place that bothers me.”

And with that, I momentarily abandon searching through my backpack, slowly walk over to him, and wrap my arms around his neck, whispering, “I love you.”

He returns my embrace easily.

“I love you too.”

Midnight. The watch band is loose on my wrist, but I’m too nervous to attempt to tighten it again. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Jungkook pressing his ear against his bedroom door. While I’m not entirely keen on involving him, I can’t help but admit it’s nice to know I have someone to rely on- especially when that someone is both my best friend and a werewolf that will kill anything that tries to hurt me.

Still, I feel stiff.

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