look at her face as she goes my heart

Reasons Why Beauty and the Beast was Amazing

*SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY*

•Prince Adam’s makeup tho

•in the prologue, Prince Adam is dancing with every woman in the room, but at the end of the movie he is only dancing with Belle and can’t even take his eyes off her

•"A certain je ne sais quoi" “I don’t know what that means” Gaston, you’re French!

•The Bimbettes

•"It’s never gonna happen ladies"

•Belle invents the washing machine

•Maurice freaking out over Chip

•Plumette and Lumiere’s love for each other

•Belle doesn’t even get to eat any of the food

•When she goes in the West Wing and looks at the painting, the Beast has clawed over his father’s and his own face, but left his mother’s in tact *my heart*

•The entire Gaston song

•"I USE ANTLERS IN ALL OF MY DECORATING!!“

•"it’s just occurring to me that I’m illiterate, and never actually spelled it out loud beforeeeee"

•"I had an expensive education”

•"Romeo and Juliet is my favorite play" *DRAMATIC EYE ROLL AND SCOFFS*

•"Go back to the war. The guns, explosions. The widows!“

•The Beast just pelting a massive snowball at Belle’s face

•"You’re village sounds awful”

•The yellow dress

•"Can someone be happy when they aren’t truly free"

•"ILL FOOL MYSELF SHE’LL WALK RIGHT IN AN BE WITH ME FOR EVERMORE" *drowns in my own tears*

•"There’s a beast running wild there’s no question. But I fear the wrong monster’s released"

•"Mr. Potts" omg

•Mrs Potts totally supports LaFou and his conflicting thoughts on Gaston’s behavior

•Belle came back for the Beast!!!!

•Agatha was the Enchantress what?!

•The entire transformation!

•Belle looks into the Prince’s eyes and still sees him and just kNOWS

•Lumiere and Plumette reuniting

•"Turn back into a clock"

•LaFou and Stanley dance together at the end and my little gay shipper heart jumps for joy

•the growl™

Never followed this couple, but this gif always breaks my heart. Because you watch it all unfold in heartbreaking detail…
The camera’s on them, she goes to look at him, expecting-anticipating his eyes will turn to find her, like she’s turning to find him. Then the realization hits, he’s completely preoccupied, and it’s not with her. And you see it wash over her face… she was thinking of him, but he wasn’t thinking of her.
I think a lot of girls can relate to how shitty that moment feels.

When ‘du’ actually means ‘jeg’

Hei~! I am going to talk a lot about something that might be very obvious, but it might be nice to point it out all the same. (Plus, I don’t know that much about Norwegian yet, so it might all be bullshit, but still… here goes)

At du er aleine

The sentence that stabbed my heart right before Isak’s worried face cut to a pitch-black screen. Why would she tell Isak he is alone? Why would she break her ties with him? Doesn’t seem to fit the guilt she’s feeling when she looks at his black eye?

Or, actually.. it does. It fits the pattern of the clip, which shows Sana cutting ties with everyone. And distancing herself from Isak might be a way for her to cope with the guilt. She feels betrayed and she feels guilty, so she is pushing everyone away. So who’s alone? Not Isak, who’s shown walking with his beautiful boyfriend, a beautiful dandelion stuck behind his ear, distracting onlookers from the black eye he’s sporting. It’s Sana, and that’s exactly what she’s telling him.

‘You’, as you probably will know, is a second person pronoun. It is a grammatical device we use to refer to the person we’re addressing. Sounds easy ;) (hehe). But there’s more to it. Because research on a corpus of spoken Dutch (similar to both English and Norwegian) shows that only half of the instances of ‘jij’/’je’ (you) are deictic, i.e. refer to the addressee. The other occurrences were uses of what is called a ‘generic you’ referring to a person or group of people in general, but as it may be contextually restricted, it can also be used for self-reference, thus meaning ‘I’. And, because of its characteristics as a second person pronoun prototypically used to refer to the addressee, its use for anything else still invites the addressee to identify themselves with what is being said. So like in:

You just get sad when you look at someone shutting everyone out (*cough* too soon?)

‘you’ actually means ‘I’, but probably more so than when I had just used ‘I’, you are invited to apply it to yourself, place yourself in the described situation; it might even distract from applying it to the speaker, even though it refers to them.

So, if you’re one of the people who thought Sana was actually talking about herself, that she wasn’t saying Isak (and anyone else, for that matter) is alone, but instead that she herself is, you’re probably not wrong. Linguistics has your back. Here’s to hoping Isak’s got Sana’s, because the blatant contrast with last season’s du er ikke alene, must mean he knows something’s up, and that it’s bad.

To Be Close To You (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Originally posted by articianne

✩ prompt: there isn’t really a prompt for this one, I was just having a bad day and wanted to write fluff :/ if you guys are feeling down hope this is a little pick me up :) this story is also strongly influenced by Troye Sivan’s song “talk me down”

✩ word count: four million and twenty-nine

✩ warnings: mild angst and lots of fluff

To Be Close To You

Her bags fall from the grasp of her cold fingertips as soon as she closes the door to their apartment, sinking down, not just from exhaustion, but from the utmost heaviness of her heart in that moment.

She pictures him smiling, the sunlight caught in the edges of his eyes, his hair a flurry of light chestnut, and his freckles that decorate his face like stars in the sky.

She groans, resting her head on the top of her knees, trying to hide from the reality that she wanted nothing more in this moment than to be close to him. To be entangled in his arms and his scent and his voice-

But he just thinks of her as a friend. 

Don’t - Don’t, get her wrong, being his friend is beyond lovely, but sometimes the fleeting curve of his lips makes her heart ache, and the way he runs his freckled fingers through his hair when he gets nervous, causes her to stare a little longer than a friend would.

Even when they were but centimeters apart, there were miles - worlds, even - between them. 

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Closer » Kol Mikaelson

Summary: In which you see Kol Mikaelson, someone you hadn’t seen in years, at a party and all of the old memories come rushing in.

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Female!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, The use of 3 different POV’s 😂

Song

Masterlist


Originally posted by smallville88

“So, baby, pull me closer in the back seat of your Rover, that I know you can’t afford. Bite that tattoo on your shoulder,”

Kol’s POV

“C'mon, love. Let’s go somewhere a little more private.” I whisper in the girl’s ear. I was only luring her in to drink from her. When I pull away I notice someone in the corner of my eyesight. Someone I hadn’t seen in forever. Someone that of all my years, I know I’ll never forget.

Y/N. My Y/N. Or at least, she used to be my Y/N. I hadn’t realized I was staring until the girl I had been previously luring in, scoffed before stomping off. Then I could feel my breath hitch in my throat as she turned around, her eyes finding mine.

Instantly the eye contact brought memories into my mind.

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Silver Storm (10/?)

Summary: Hydra took you & turned you into their next asset, your abolities matching the Winter Soldiers. The soldier was assigned as your trainer, infront of others he was hard& cold to you ; but alone he let his walls down, you were eachothers only comfort. After the events Of DC, he disappeared.You were told he abandoned you, that he was on the other side now. It’s been years since you’ve seen him, but what happens when he comes bursting through the doors of your facility?

Memories are in Italics, bold is readers thoughts *

Pairing: Bucky x reader  , reader x avengers

Warnings: swearing, angst,tiny fluff

 * Its a short one guys! I swear the next one will be better


                                                        Chapter 10

   “ Let her go or I swear to God Ross, -”

“ Threats aren’t going to help your girlfriend, Sergeant Barnes. The fact that you all think keeping this criminal here is okay, proves my point. You think you are above the law. Just because Barnes was cleared of his history , doesn’t automatically mean every person that claims to be brainwashed is going to be too. We will make an example of Silver Storm, this government isn’t going to be run by a group of enhanced ‘heroes’ . Escort her out , boys.”

  The guards currently holding you begin pushing you towards the doors, your body is completely frozen with fear. What is happening? They cant take me away from him . You want to fight back, resist against the mens grip on you. But your instincts stop you , the fear of the punishment, of disobeying, overtake any other emotion and thought. This is what Hydra has done to you , made you deathly afraid of disobeying and being tortured for it . Comply & live or Resist & die or be tortured to the point of praying for death .

 You look over your shoulder, catching Buckys livid snarl on his face.

Originally posted by caps-bucky

“ Buck don’t make this worse, we’ll get her back.” you hear Steve say .

Wandas voice floats into your mind, startling you . “ Why aren’t you fighting back y/n? Don’t let them take you !” her voice dripping with confusion and fear for you .

“ It’ll only make this worse. Tell him I love him, we both knew this day would come. ”

That was it, the last contact you had with any of your friends before you were being forced into a black van with Ross & his goons.

“ You’re surprisingly quiet, you’re much more cooperative than your friends were .” Ross says, a hint of humor in his voice. Fuck you .

“ You know the childs game, Simon Says?” You ask Ross, your voice completely calm.

“ Yes?”

“ Imagine playing that , but instead of just losing when you don’t follow Simons order, You either receive a bullet between your eyes or you’re beaten to the point you wish you would of taken the bullet. That is what I was put through , either obey or rebel & and be punished to the point I wish for death . I was beaten, robbed of my memories, of my life . There isnt a day I dont regret the things ive done, that i dont think about the lives i was forced to take. So tell me Secretary, what would you have done if you were me?” The car goes quiet, your question never being answered. You stay silent during the car ride, during the helicopter ride and even when bring you to a floating prison & strap the equivalent to a straight jacket on you before they throw you in a cell. I always knew id end up somewhere like this.

             Buckys POV

“ What the fuck just happened!?” Bucky shouts, pointing his finger at Tony.“ Who the hell let him in here!”

  “ Buck-”

“ Shut up Steve. Don’t you dare tell me to calm down .” I growl at him before he can continue.

“ Barnes I didn’t know-” Tony starts to defend himself

“ You didn’t know what Tony? You really didn’t think Ross would take her ! He’s still acting like a bitch because I was released ! You really didn’t consider that he’d jump at the chance to get his hands on someone else!? ” I can’t contain the anger bubbling over. How could this happen? How could I just let her be ripped away from me? The team was silent, knowing nothing they could say right now would solve this.

Originally posted by stark-industries

  “ We will get her back, she has the same qualifications you had that got you off the hook. Ross said he just wanted to observe her , I didn’t think there was a reason for her to be taken !” Tony shouts back . He rubs his hand down his face, regret radiating off him.

  “ Bucky I went into her mind as they took her.” Wanda hesitantly says, I whip my focus to her and wait for her to continue. “ She said to tell you that she loves you , but you both knew this day would come. She was afraid to fight back, afraid it would make things worse. ” Her voice shakey. She’s probably just as upset as I am, they were just as close. I pull Wanda to me , hugging her tightly.

“ Thank you . ” I whisper into her hair.

  “ She’s at the same place some of you were taken . Legally , they have to evaluate her & asses the just how much damage was done to her , and they have to have enough evidence that she was being coerced to do the things she did .” Tony says , placing a hand on my shoulder.

“ She was evaluated here, why do they have to do it again? ” I ask

“ They wont take our word on it , I’m flying out there in 10 minutes, bringing them copies of the videos from her handlers flash drive. I’m not leaving there without her ,Barnes.” Tony reassures me.

“ I’m going with . ”

“ Bucky I don’t think-”

“ She’s scared Tony . I’m the one that promised her she was safe here, this wasn’t suppose to happen. I’m going.” He doesn’t argue with me anymore. 10 minutes later we are on his helicopter, on our way to Y/n.

         Y/n’s POV

  Your head flies back from the punch one of guards just threw at you . You feel the blood trickling out of your nose. You cant even fight back , the jacket they had you locked in not allowing your arms any freedom. All you can do is take the beating, you know you deserve to be here, but not to be beaten like this.

“ A piece of shit like you doesn’t even deserve to be here, you should of been dropped in the middle of the damn ocean to drown.” The guard snarls, landing another blow to your eye . Your body gives out, collapsing fully onto the ground. 

Ross’s voice comes over the intercom, “ Alright that’s enough . We have visitors on the way.”

A sickening smirk falls onto the guards face, he pulls what you think is a muzzle off of his belt. “ Cant have you chatting up a storm.” he says , harshly putting it on you . its painfully tight around your head. I wonder who is coming.

Originally posted by buffyduh

When the guard leaves your cell, you lay down gently on the crappy bed that was supplied. Your body aches from the guards hits, making you groan as your body hits the bed, You close your eyes, letting the tears fall freely now.

A few hours later.

  “ y/n?” Bucky?

 You spring up as fast as your body lets you , and stand infront of the giant barred window . You watch as Bucky looks you over, anger taking over his face when he sees all the bruises on your face.

“ They did this to you?” He growls, all you can do is nod .

  “ I’m getting you out of here , doll.” he promises , he walks away and you cry as he does.  

       Bucky POV

   Seeing Y/n strapped in that jacket and muzzle I was angry, then I saw the bruises scattering over her face & I was livid . I storm into the control room where Tony and Ross are watching the flash drive videos.

“ Get her out of the jacker and muzzle , NOW.” I growl at Ross.

He looks unimpressed, but still slightly afraid .

“ You put her in a jacket and muzzle? Seriously Ross? She went willingly, she didn’t even try to fight you.” Tony says

“ I’m not releasing her from the jacket, its to ensure the safety of our guards.”

“ Oh ,the guards that clearly beat her!? Her face is covered in bruises! It wasn’t a fucking request, take.them.off.NOW.” I Shout. Ross looks over to the guard in the room ,nodding at him.

Originally posted by its-buckyy

 I follow after him ,not wanting to risk him putting his hands on y/n. I watch from the window as he removes the muzzle, then the jacket. Y/n goes to stretch , but winces halfway through. They must have really gotten her. She walks to the window, a sad smile on her lips.

“ Hi Buck.” her voice was raspy, my heart breaking at the sound.

“ I’m not leaving you here. They have no reason-”

“ But they do . I should be punished for what Ive done. We both knew there was a chance this would happen. I -”

“ No y/n, you don’t deserve to be here. I’m not letting them do this to you , if they want to blame someone they can blame Hydra, not you.” I say . I feel a hand on my shoulder, then hear Tony .

“ Y/n, I didn’t know they were going to take you . Ross said -”

“ Its alright Tony, I know you wouldn’t of done this on purpose. ” she says . Of course shes not blaming him , shes not going to blame anyone but herself with is bullshit.

 

Y/n’s POV

  “ I managed to compromise with Ross, you can leave with us. But you have to wear an anklet until your evaluation is looked over again by a third party, its kind of like ones people on house arrest are given. You cant leave the tower at all, you cant even set foot on the jet, or one step outside of the door."Tony informs you.

  Tears roll down your cheeks as Tony keeps listing off the restrictions of the anklet. But all you can focus on is being able to be home again. A few minutes pass , a guard finally comes to unlock your door.  The first thing you want to do is throw yourself into Buckys embrace, but you know this isn’t the place for that. You’re guided to the room where Ross is , entering you see the displeased look on his face. You sit in an empty chair, the room silent while Ross locks the monitor on your ankle.

” If you take one step out of that tower, you will receive a shock to stop you .“ He tells you . You don’t reply, just stand and move next to Bucky.

” Lets get out of here . Ross, always a pleasure.“ Tony says sarcastically while he leads you and Bucky out .

  As you pass a few guards on the way , one stands out to you . You haven’t seen him while you were here , but he looks familiar to you . You try to place your finger on where you’ve seen him , but you cant seem to figure it out. You lock eyes with him, and he sends you a wink, a creepy smile forming on his lips. What a creep. You avert your gaze , looking anywhere but at the guard.

You’re finally on the helicopter, about to lift off to take you home .Bucky pulls your hand in his lap, lacing his fingers with yours and kissing your hand.You sigh in relief at the feeling of his lips against your hand  Your eyes wonder out the window, & your gaze locks with the familiar looking guard, your stare flickers down to his lips. You watch as his lips twitch into a sickening smirk, & he mouths ,” Hail Hydra" .

Your eyes widen as you Finally recall where you know him . He was your handlers second in command , he was on a mission the day you Freed yourself From hydra . You can’t seem to find your voice as fear and anger flood through you.

I’m not going to let them ruin this,  Not without a fight.

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Making out with... WinWin

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Anon: please do a making out with WinWin please!

Anon: Omg can you please do a Making out with WinWin ? 😱❤️

Anon: can you do a making out winwin please? thank you!!

So, this wasn’t written by me but actually Venus aka @yoonohwhat, so thank you so so so much and I’m so grateful that you wrote it and it’s so good and holy shit, bless you, your blog, your followers and your future children. ILYSM hbfdhaushbd and lmao guys she was claiming how this was too short and shit but honestly I love this so much anD MY HEART tysm❤️

This is so well written honestly, I’m jealous of her writing skills

Originally posted by nctinfo


  • ok so making out with winwin would be very fluffy and awkward
  • it would start off with you two cuddling in bed
  • youre running your hands through his hair
  • he looks at your face thats concentrated on his hair and just,, admires.
  • after a while he goes red and stares at your lips until he just leans forward
  • before you can even kiss him back he pulled away and sat up on the bed, his hands covering his face
  • you sit up too and look @ him like
  • um are you okay??????
  • you kiss him on the cheek and smile to reassure him it was ok
  • you both moved to face each other, his legs criss crossed in front of him and yours tucked under you
  • you both were kind of staring at each other for a while before you moved in and kissed him
  • he kissed back and his face heated up reAL QUICK
  • you pecked his lips a bunch of times and pulled away for a second before winwin gathered enough courage to lean back in
  • his lips were very soft and felt amazing pressed against your own
  • you both sit there kissing eachother until finally you opened your mouth a little bit and ran your tongue softly on his lower lip
  • his eyes sprang open but he slightly opened his mouth anyways and let your tongues touch before he broke the kiss and burried his face in your neck
  • he kissed your shoulder and brought his face back up
  • “sorry”
  • “its ok sicheng lol”
  • once you got back into it you tried to run your tongue against his lips again
  • this time he calmly rested one of his hands on your hip and the other on your knee
  • you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled away for air
  • and to make him feel a little more comfortable you kissed his cheek
  • then his nose
  • then his forehead
  • then finally his lips again
  • he swears he could’ve screamed
  • you lean your nose into his softly and rub it against his beforepecking his lips again
  • and when you smiled at him his heart fluttered
  • he grabbed both of your hips and pulled you both down on the bed, facing eachother on your sides
  • he carefully grabs your neck and pulls you to kiss him again
  • he accidentally bit your lip too hard a couple times because hes clumsy
  • and he pulled your hair by accident
  • he made a few mistakes and got very shy a couple times
  • when he was very comfortable he finally kissed your cheek
  • and moved down onto you jaw
  • and your neck
  • he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him so you could be a little closer
  • because he felt really safe and really at home when you were close to him
  • “youre so beautiful y/n”
  • “you are too sicheng”
  • it was then he mentally skeeted away from the conversation
  • his mind and senses were long gone
  • usian bolt who?

Making out with… series

sweetiepea410  asked:

Oh my gosh, your writing is rad! I don't know if you're still willing to take NatsuYuu prompts, but if you are: Natsume goes missing, either by the interference of youkai or by getting lost, on a family vacation and Touko and Shigeru try to find him.

x

“Oh, dear,” Touko murmurs, for the fifth time in as many minutes. “How could this have happened?”

She scans faces in the crowd, looking for one in particular, a hand folded against her heart. One minute, Takashi was right beside her, pointing out little birds nesting in a low bush and flowers growing through cracks in the sidewalk, and then they turned a corner and he was gone.

“Takashi isn’t a child,” Shigeru reminds her, not unkindly. “He can take care of himself.”

“Of course he can. But he doesn’t know the address of the inn we’re going to, does he? I didn’t think to tell him, did you? Oh, what if he’s lost?”

All by himself in an unfamiliar city, without a map or a cellphone or anything but a fat, lazy cat to guide him safely.

The thought digs burrs into her heart and pricks hotly at her eyes, and she presses her fingers against her mouth before her trembling lips can give her away. 

Sweet, gentle Takashi, who tries so hard to be helpful and wants so badly to be wanted. Smiling like a small sun at the breakfast table each and every morning, bright and beautiful and so deserving; so much a part of her life that his name is one of the first thoughts that cross her mind in the morning, one of the last to leave her mind at night. 

And as they near the inn, and Touko spots that familiar tawny blond hair from nearly a block away, her heart leaps into her throat and her pace nearly doubles and she barely has time to take in his sheepish smile before she’s holding him close. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, so carefully, his silly cat all but crushed between them. “I got turned around. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“You know how Touko gets,” Shigeru says, but he was barely a step behind her, and his hand settles fondly on the softness of Takashi’s hair with visible, weighted relief. “I’m glad you’re alright. And I’m surprised you beat us here.”

“Oh,” Takashi stammers, hugging Nyankichi a little closer to his chest. “Oh, there was – someone was kind enough to point me in the right direction. And I had Nyanko-sensei with me the whole time, I was okay.”

Shigeru levels Touko with a knowing look, one that says “see? he can take care of himself, after all” without saying anything at all. 

But Touko knows that. Takashi has been taking care of himself for a long, long time. And that’s why she doesn’t want him to need to do that anymore, or ever again. Not now that she’s here. 

Takashi hesitates only a moment before following Shigeru inside, and raises a hand to wave at someone down the street. Touko follows his gaze, but there’s no one there. She thinks of a white crow, and of whispered rumors and a long string of temporary foster homes, and all the warm evenings Takashi spends talking to himself in his bedroom. 

And she lingers a few steps behind her family, and bows deeply to the empty air. 

“Thank you. I’m so relieved he wasn’t alone, thank you,” she says, hoping to be heard. Knowing, somehow, through the soft wind that curls through her hair a moment later, that she was. 

Takashi isn’t a child, and Touko isn’t a mother.

And yet she pours all of her love and care and worry and pride into him like water into an empty well, and waits up every night he comes home late, and praises his scores in school, and takes extra care in packing his bento on the days he comes downstairs with tired eyes.

If Takashi isn’t that, and Touko isn’t this, then she doesn’t have words at all for what he’s come to mean to her.

anonymous asked:

Drunk Todoroki and Sober Momo?

     Note: Thanks! This is rated T and comedic. I had fun writing this so I hope you’ll have fun reading too!

In which Todoroki tells her everything

              Drinking seemed to be the choice nowadays when someone suggested a meet up. Not that Todoroki was against it; he just wasn’t used to some of the places that his friends took him to. He despised places with gaudy décor, presumptuous staff, and most of all, he hated the places where you had to shout your lungs out just so the person sitting a millimeter away from you could ask you again what you were saying.

               Today was different though; a new bar opened up right next to the agency Tokoyami was working at and Tokoyami claimed that he was sure it was ideal for a chill, quiet hangout, and so the gang met up there.

              “How many phone numbers did Todoroki get again last time?” Kaminari chugged his beer and let out a satisfied sigh, reeking of alcohol, “8?”

               The electric hero turned toward Todoroki and draped an arm over him, “Have you contacted anyone of them? How about that chick with the red hair last time? She was hot dude!” Tokoyami waved at the server as Midoriya put down the menus and called for another round of beers, both of them interested in the others’ conversation.

               “No, I haven’t,” Todoroki replied with no smile in sight, “I threw them out in Midoriya’s car.”

               Midoriya placed his hand on his forehead, looking quite upset, “you have no idea how much trouble I got with Ochako because of that. She thought those were my ‘keepsake’. Could you please give me a heads-up next time?”

               “Oh sorry,” Todoroki mused and Kaminari chuckled at the thought of Uraraka’s angry face. No one has ever seen her be annoyed at Midoriya before so that must be a sight to behold.

               “And could we not mention this when she gets here with the others?” Midoriya leaned back against the plush couch, “I don’t want to relive that.”

               “Next time you could just give them to me. I’ll make good use of them, ” Kaminari said as the server laid down the fresh drinks, “speaking of which, I went with Yaoyorozu once and she got quite a few suitors too, if you know what I mean.”

               At that, Todoroki pretended to hold a nonchalant façade. The sudden murderous aura that poured out of him, however, was enough to betray him. He shifted his gaze downwards, reaching to discard his empty bottle over at Tokoyami’s side and the latter cocked an eyebrow.

               “Cat got your tongue?” Tokoyami said in a teasing tone, “you seemed like you wanted to comment, Todoroki.”

               “I don’t care,” the fire and ice hero ran a hand through his hair, “It’s her life. Why should I?”

               “You’re kidding,” Kaminari pushed on, “Remember last time when that guy from the support department in third year accidentally touched Yaomomo’s chest and he somehow slipped on ice and broke his leg?”

               “Yeah that looked painful, “Todoroki avoided their stares and took another swig out of his drink.

               Kaminari scoffed, “Yeah it was during the summer. Where the hell did the ice come from? And don’t tell me it was a coincidence that you were standing a meter away from him.”

               “I was just passing by,” Todoroki said, “I have no idea what you’re accusing me of, but I was the one who took him to the infirmary. Either ways, he probably deserved it.”

               Tokoyami and Midoriya looked entertained, shifting their bodies to get a better view of this. If only they had popcorn to accompany them.

               “Okay,” Kaminari now sounded quite agitated. Getting Todoroki to admit that he had a crush on a certain Yaoyorozu was a challenge he refused to lose, “You’re gonna take care of our bill if something happens between you and Yaoyorozu tonight. And if I’m wrong, then I’ll take the bill, how’s that?”

               “I’m down for free beer,” Todoroki nodded, looking quite confident, “You’ve got a deal.”

~~

               It wasn’t until the guys were on their fourth round of alcohol had Yaoyorozu, Jirou and Uraraka shown up. Midoriya was passed out with half his body threatening to tumble off the chair, while the other three had reddened faces. Waving a hand at them, Jirou plopped down beside Kaminari and Uraraka quickly sat her boyfriend up. Pressing on the side of her phone, Yaoyorozu winced as the bright screen flashed before her.

               “I’m sorry we’re late,” Yaoyorozu said.

               “That’s fine,” Tokoyami handed the newcomers each a beer, “if you guys want something to munch on feel free.”

               “Yeah the bill’s on Todoroki tonight so whatever,” Kaminari smirked, eyes darting over to the boy beside him as he slurred his words together.

               Yaoyorozu wedged herself between Tokoyami and Jirou, “What’s the occasion, Todoroki? Did you get a promotion or something?”

               Todoroki squinted at the electric hero beside him and stood up suddenly at the assertion, walking away from their table with a drink in hand.

               “Did I say something wrong?” Yaoyorozu scrunched her brows. Todoroki’s gait was wonky as he stopped at the bar that lined the dance floor, pulling a bill out of his wallet in a rush as he ordered yet another drink. He was showing clear signs of drunkiness and Yaoyorozu couldn’t help but stand up in pursuit.

               “I’m gonna make sure he’s okay,” the girl fixed her pony-tail up a bit and gestured to the others, “you guys don’t have to wait for me to order.”

               Jirou and Uraraka sat in confusion, the former turned to Kaminari, “what happened to Todoroki?” With a flick of her wrist, she checked her watch, “11:02 seems way too early for you guys to get this drunk. How many beers did you guys have?”

               “Probably 6-7 and a few tequila shots,” Kaminari said, head falling back to hit the cushion, “I might’ve pissed off Todoroki a bit, but it’s for his own good.”

~~

               “Todoroki,” Yaoyorozu bent down to touch her heel gingerly, feeling a scrape forming from her leather stilettos. She knew she should’ve broken them in first before wearing them. She leaned her left arm on a nearby column and shifted her weight toward it, eyes now staring at the boy before her. Todoroki’s mouth formed a thin line.

               “You should sit down, you don’t look so good,” the girl urged, “I bet you were drinking non-stop.”

               Todoroki brushed it off, “Go enjoy yourself,” he closed his eyes and softly rubbed his temples in attempt to stop his headache, “I’m fine, I’ll just take a break here.”

               Yaoyorozu nodded, “Okay well-“

               “Hey,” Jirou tapped Yaoyorozu lightly on the shoulder, interrupting her train of thought, and her eyes scanned the boy’s drunken state, “Yaoyorozu and I’ll hit the dance floor, so you should wipe that silly grin off your face and make sure not to projectile vomit everywhere.”

               Had he been smiling this whole time? Heck, he sure wouldn’t be if not for the alcohol acting up. In preparation to send Jirou a comeback, Todoroki opened his mouth, gaping. Yet, before any words could come out, he realized that the two girls were already in the middle of the floor, moving their bodies to the brash rhythm of the music.

He felt odd, however. Watching as a guy around Yaoyorozu danced with her, his body language commanding her to move with him and Todoroki felt like he popped a vein. He couldn’t describe the pent up feeling he was experiencing at the moment and he wasn’t sure if it was because of the alcohol or not, but judging by the sly grin on the guy’s face, Todoroki was sure he hated that guy. His legs began to move on his own and within a few seconds, he pushed through and pulled Yaoyorozu to him.

“Hey, you’re ruining our fun man,” Todoroki could piece some of that guy’s words together through his dizziness as he dragged her out of the crowd. He didn’t bother to answer. Heading towards the corner of the facility, she protested the whole way until he led her out the exit door.

“What’s going on?” Yaoyorozu said, stumbling, “Jirou’s probably wondering where the heck I went.”

Todoroki let go of her hand and leaned against the alleyway. Wiping a hand along his flushed face, he grunted.

“Yaoyorozu I need some advice. It’s urgent.”

The girl tapped her finger at her side, “I’ll do what I can to help, if you had to drag me all the way out here to tell me…. It must be quite important.”

“Yeah quite,” even through his blurry vision, he could make out the concerned look that she donned, “I think there’s something wrong with me and of course, you, being someone who’s highly capable of complex analysis, should be able to tell me why.”

He’s rambling now, “My heartbeat’s been quite irregular. In fact, every time I see you, my heart just goes insane. I don’t know what is wrong with me.”

He picked up his head, noticing the shocked expression on her face and he moved forward to put a hand on her cheek.

“I think you’re…you’re drunk, Todoroki! You don’t know what you’re saying-“

“Let me continue,” he replied, taking a step closer.

She can smell a mix of alcohol and lime in his breath as he began to ease his forehead on hers. She remembered him being only a bit taller than her, but within a year, that fact has changed. Her face was as hot as his now, and she found herself placing both her hands behind his broad shoulders.

Staying in that position, he continued to spew, “Why is it that every time I see you with someone else…another guy…I just feel so mad.” He made a thoughtful pause, “I have the utmost respect for you. For as long as I could remember, I never really thought much of it. But now that we’ve graduated, I…I still think of you. In fact, I think of you a lot. Could you tell me why?”

Yaoyorozu batted her eyelashes as the cold air contrasted against their body warmth. No reply came from her, and slowly but steadily, Todoroki tilted her chin upwards with a light finger. Guiding the girl, he moved forward to capture her lips and she tightened her grasp on his back instantly at the sudden sensation. He tasted like spice and she tasted like strawberries and cream.

~~

He was sure that was a dream. Had it not been his phone notification of 39 missed calls would he have realized that Kaminari was ready to rub it in his face first thing in the morning.

“You owe me for yesterday,” Kaminari’s voice came loud and clear and Todoroki sat up from his bed. Gripping onto the phone tighter, he groaned.

“Fine,” The boy grabbed a handful of his hair as he leaned forward, “Do you know exactly what happened?”

“Jirou told me you dragged Yaomomo out to the alley and that’s it. You two just disappeared,” Kaminari snickered, “apparently there’s more to it, Yaomomo has yet to reveal though.” Todoroki could practically see his friend’s smug scowl as he continued, “What a twist, who knew you were so bold.”

“Shut up,” Todoroki said, irritated. As he smothered himself against his pillow, he noticed an uncharacteristically floral scent. Round-eyed, he turned to his left and discovered something pink peeking out of the blanket.

“Oh no.”

“What?” Todoroki heard Kaminari ask and his hand lifted up the fleece covering. There, a garment that appeared to be a lacy bralette, lied crumpled.

“…I’ll phone you later, Kaminari,” Todoroki took a deep breath and hung up without warning. He honestly felt like his mind was in a blender.

How was he going to confront her now?


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1. i am twenty-one years old, and she messages me, “i really want to kiss you" 
2. she is about to turn twenty, and we spend hours on the phone before the clock strikes midnight and i tell her, "happy birthday” and she calls me “baby” when she thanks me
3. it is one in the morning and i have decided that i don’t want anyone else to call me “baby” except for her
4. there are over three hundred miles between us, but in six hours, she closes the gap and i find myself in her arms for the first time. i’m shaking all over and her lipstick stains my neck and i whisper to her, “don’t let go” and she whispers back, “i won’t”
5. three days later, she lets go - she has to - and i feel so alone but my heart feel so full.
6. thank god for technology because even though we can’t be together as often as we’d like, not a day goes by where she isn’t with me - where i don’t hear her voice or see her beautiful face pixelated on my laptop screen or read her texts or screenshot her snapchats.
7. i am twenty-two years old, and she squeezes my hand as i blow out my birthday candles. i look to her and smile because my wish had already come true the moment i picked her up at the airport.
8. she just turned twenty-one and we stand together in her living room as i give her her birthday gifts, one after the other because i love to spoil her. her lips taste like cuervo when she kisses me and i still feel lightheaded, even though she’s been kissing me for twelve months now.
9. the clock strikes twelve on the twelfth month that we have been together. i turn to her, as we lie in the same bed for the first time in months, and for once, it isn’t just the same sky we are under, but the same covers. i curl into her side and feel her warmth, i kiss her shoulder just because i can. just because she is ther.e 
10. three hundred and sixty six days have gone by and no one else has called me baby except for her. and no one else will.
—  one year
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Forgotten Home

request: HI hello :) I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the girl is a young child when she first goes to never land and the lost boys get a long with her. Then she returns years later with the shadow and pans all shocked ect. I love your writing and if you can do this then thank you so much!!

author’s note: thank you so much for requesting! this is a little different from the original request because i’ve read stuff similar to this prompt before, so i hope you still like it! pan may seem a little out of character; i had a hard time writing his character when interacting with a child that he is supposed to be close to. i haven’t edited this, so i apologize for any mistakes xoxo


-8 years old-

“Y/N? Where are you, darling?” I hear my mother’s feet on the creaking staircase. “It’s time for bed.”

           I hold my breath as she knocks on my bedroom door. I cover my mouth with one sweaty hand to keep her from hearing me laugh.

           She doesn’t wait for me to answer her; she pushes the door open and steps into the pink room. “Y/N,” she calls. “Come out now, sweetheart.”

           I stay under my bed, staring at her slippers with anxiety. I try to scoot back further to avoid being seen, but my butt awkwardly hits the mattress above me. My eyes squeeze shut from both the shame and the aggravation of giving away my hiding place.

           My mother’s feet turn towards me and walk to the edge of my bed. “Y/N, love, please.”

           Sighing, I crawl out.

           My mother gives me a sad smile, warm palm cupping my dirty cheek. “What were you doing, Y/N?”

           “I was hiding,” I say quietly.

           “Why were you hiding from me?”

           I frown. “I wasn’t hiding from you.”

           She returns my look, though she appears more confused. “Then who were you hiding from?”

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Daughter

Pairing: Linstead
Timeline: Future
Genre: Fluff

A/N: Hello lovelies! I’ve had this written for a while, but it never seemed like the right time to post it. But here you go, enjoy.

As always, reviews are more than encouraged, because as you know (if you know me a bit), us writers tend to have a lot of self-doubts. :) 

I recommend listening to Daughter by Sleeping At Last while reading. It’s what inspired this story.

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By the Light of the Moons

Summary: Solas reunited with his Lavellan after 5 years post Tresspasser…smut ensues.

Reposting in case someone needed Solas smut (that isn’t awesome but it’s here)


NSFW near the end..

I peer through the window.

Her hair has grown long once more and falls in silken waves about her shoulders. She sits staring at the portrait she had drawn of me those many years ago. Somehow she’d managed to capture one of the happier times, although I suppose, my time spent close to her were always the happiest times. It must have been much easier to catch me with a smile then.

She places the portrait back on her bedside table and quenches the dim candlelight with a single breath. The room falls into darkness except for the faint glimmer of the moons’ pale light that casts a heavenly glow on her still figure.

My breath catches in my throat and my heart swells beneath my chest as I move toward the door. I have waited long enough now and it is time I gathered courage and made an apology. She deserved to have that at least, though I’d gladly give her more if she wished.

My hand grasps the knob. I twist and push and the door lets out a low groan as my shadow crosses over the threshold. She bolts upright, rubbing at her eyes and blinks.

“Solas?” She slides her legs to the edge of the bed, bare feet skimming along the floor. “Is it really you?”

“Yes.” My voice comes out raw and husky and I choke back the tears that beg to make an escape.

She stands, still wary of my presence at her door and doesn’t move.

“I know this is rather late.” I explain. “But I needed to come here and tell you that I am sorry, for what that is worth.”

She studies me for a time, her eyes boring into mine own. Still unmoving, her expression still unchanging, I choose to continue.

“I cannot bear the burden of my choices any longer. I cannot go another day knowing that you’re alone in this world just as I. For you,” I take a step forward and reach out to her but she looks away, out the window and my hand falls back in rejection. “For you are my heart, my home. I would not see this world burn if you would burn with it too.”

A tear begins to trickle down her smooth cheek. “And so you’ve come to make amends…”

She pauses to wipe at her eyes and I wait, for what seems excruciatingly long for her to continue. My brows knit together with concern.

“After all this time…” her voice is barely audible when she speaks again.

My breath catches in my chest as she moves toward me, hips swaying in the thin nightdress. Her hand reaches for my face while more tears fall from those beautiful grey eyes. I lean into her gentle caress on my cheek while maintaining her steady gaze.

“Ar lasa mala revas.” (You are free.) She breathes, cutting away the chains of self reviling, guilt and shame.

I am a broken man.

The tears I’ve been fighting against fall freely now and I sink to my knees in a violent sob. Arms wrap around my shuddering body. It is she who holds me now. She who comforts me. Even after what I’ve done.

Faint touches of her lips graze against my brow and I shudder.

“Ar lath ma.” (I love you.) A kiss at my temple.

“Lasan ara’ sal…” (I give you my soul.) A brush of lips at the corner of my lip.

My quaking ceases and I sit still in her hands, “sule halam'sal'shiral.” (Until the end of life’s journey) A wisp of a kiss to my lips, offering a forgiveness that I do not deserve. She pulls back to look at me again, her hand stays in its place, thumbing away what remains of my pride.

My hand moves to the slender, delicate fingers at my cheek and I interlock them into my own, gathering them between our laps as our knees press against each other.

“I do not deserve your forgiveness.” I say, looking at our hands intertwined.

“But You have it. I told you I would not give up on you. You know that I do not go back on my word.”

My heart soars within me. I lean forward, wetting my lips with my tongue, and offer a gentle kiss of my own.

We both let out a soft groan as lips part and meld together with longing, lingering with each intake of breath and carrying through the next heart beat.

She squeezes my hand as our kisses grow fervent and my other hand finds its place at her back. I rest it there gently, not wishing to force anything from her that she doesn’t wish to give, and she breaks her hand free from my grasp.

With great need and hunger, she climbs into my lap, arm clasped about my neck, and legs wrapped around my waist, kissing deeper. Kissing harder. Chasing my tongue with her own in desperation.

Heat pools in my stomach and catches fire within my veins. I clutch her tight against me, never wanting to let her go.

My heart is singing but cannot drown out the words that my mind wantonly speaks over and over again.

I do not deserve this. I do not deserve her. I deserve spite and hatred. Loathing and animosity.

I pull back, out of breath and panting. The look on her face is disappointed and frightened.

“You’re not leaving again are you,” she says accusingly as her hand goes slack around my neck as I shake my head.

“Only if that is what you wish.”

“No. Never. I want you always. Now and forever.” She touches her head to mine, our noses brushing each other and says, “I know you are struggling inside of that mind of yours. I’m sure you’re saying you don’t deserve this but Solas—I’m tired. I’m tired of waiting for you to just accept that I love you for you. Flaws, failures, disappointments included. ‘Ma'sal'ahiral.” (Love of my life)

“Ar lath ma, vhenan.” (I love you, my heart)
My lips crash into hers again, making sure to dizzy myself in the taste of her. Her fingers slide down to my chest, sending shivers up the length of my spine. My hands glide down to her rear, cupping the softness of her bared curve

I would be content to stay like this forever, locked in her warm embrace, showered with her kisses and touches and scent.

Nimble fingers pull at my shirt,
“Are you cer…” I ask breathlessly but she cuts me off.

“Yes. More than you know.”

More kisses along my neckline. My pants become tighter with each stroke of her dancing fingers.

Her hand grapples with my belt, and I give assistance, stripping away the hindrances. There are no more pretenses here. Clothes become like withered grass, discarded on the floor.

Heavy breaths catch with the taste of recycled air that reverberates with soft, quiet moans.
Scooping her up into my arms, we float along the floor until we’re falling, ensnared within the others’ arms across the down feathered bed.

Dipping my head, I trace runes onto her breasts with the tip of my tongue; she tastes of sweat, of salt and a hint of buttered rum.
Her voice breaks into melodic sighs as I trail a path amidst her thighs, where my tongue flicks across her sex in a perfectly timed tune.

Again and again.

Her fruit is ripe, tangy and sweet, I relish in its savory flavor. Her cries call out to me and my arousal heightens. With nails digging into the flesh of my shoulder, I’m driven to escalate her pleasure with a touch of electricity. She shivers and a small sound catches in her throat.

I pull up, a smirk on my face to see her relaxed and utterly vulnerable before me. A sheen of sweat sparkles in that pale light along the entirety of her body and she looks glorious. A majestic sight for my eyes. I dust a finger along her inner thigh and she shudders, sensitive to my touch.

Her eyes flutter open, mouth pulled up in a joyous smile.
“Please tell me that isn’t all.” She says. I cannot help but laugh.

“Well then,” I say as I inch up toward her mouth, “Lasa ar’an alas’nira aron fen’en,” (let us dance as the wolves do). I growl into her ear with a gentle nibble and push myself into her.

My rhythm is slow, breath for breath, so I can watch her chest rise and fall with each rock and sway.
She begins to mutter into my ear, “Rosa’da’din in’em.” (Come inside of me)

“Ha’mi’in. Lasa em tua rosas’da’din.” (Relax. Let me make you come). I reply with a deeper thrust and a quickening of pace. Her voice cracks and fades into breathy sighs interspersed with euphoric cries.

We fall into our wild pattern, becoming familiar once again with our highs and our lows until I finally cannot hold myself any longer and spend all that I have inside her. She clenches tight around me and my elbows almost give way into collapse. I inhale sharply to catch my breath and she’s pulling my face to hers, enveloping me once again with her enchanting mouth.

I fall to my side, pulling her in close so our lips never have to part. And we continue this way, two lovers and two wolves, dancing in the light of the moon.

Two Moons (pt. 4)

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Pairing: Chanyeol/Reader/Sehun

Summary: What are Sehun’s true feelings? What does it change?

(Part I) || (Part 2) || (Part 3)

Sehun’s POV

“Hey,” I whisper softly and stroke her hair. I missed it so much. I keep trying to get a good look at her, but she dodges my gaze. She’s been like this since we got home and now we’re just sitting on the bed, as an agonizing silence commands the room.

“Y/N? Please, look at me…”

Nothing.

“Can you at least tell me what’s wrong?” I plead. She stares at the bed sheets for a good minute before lifting her head.

“You know… I’ve been thinking about it. What are we still doing this for?” Her words drive a stake right through my heart. A combination of confusion, fear, and uneasiness take over my mind. What the hell is going on?

“Huh? Why are you saying this all of a sudden?” I try to touch her face but she slaps my hand away.

“Sehun.” She looks at me with a pained expression. “You and I both know why. Please don’t make this any harder for me…" 

I’ve never seen her like this. I freeze up and my mind goes blank. How did it end up like this? Everything… everything in these past years, I’ve done for her. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She’s supposed to tell me how proud she is of me with her bright smile, and the time I endured without her was all going to be worth it. I only wanted her to be happy… to see her cheerful expression… for her to only look at me… where did things go wrong? 

-2 years ago-

It’s well into the evening, and I’m sitting by her on the couch, watching TV. I asked if she wanted to go out, but she said she’d rather spend her time at the dorm. Honestly at first, I just wanted to tease her because she was Kyungsoo’s friend. But just after one date, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. There was something about her strong personality, strange sense of humor, and unspoken kindness that had me hooked. But above all, it was her charming smile that killed me. Let’s just say I was pretty happy when she started coming to the dorm regularly.

“Oh my god, he’s so cool!!” she starts squealing and flails her hands around. She stares at the TV in awe. It’s a news coverage about some Chinese idol. She won’t stop fangirling. Crazy. I mean. I’m right here…

“Yah, relax. He can’t be that great,” I sneer. She instantly glares at me.

“How can you say that?? He’s my favorite!!” she starts swooning over him and it ticks me off. “He’s handsome, smart, talented, and kind. On top of being a singer, he’s a model, actor, and international icon! He’s really the best.” She squeals again.

Unbelievable. “I’m pretty great, too,” I suggest.

She just gives me a snide look and laughs. “Yeah, sure. In your own way.” She scoots over and pats me on the head. She leans on my shoulder and watches that sleazy guy on the screen longingly. My annoyance grows and somewhere inside me, I only wanted her to look at me like that. Just wait.

“I’ll be your favorite,” I mumble.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Your POV

You close Sehun’s door behind you, and the tears you held back escape all at once. You hold your hand over your mouth to keep from crying out. You wipe the tears from your face, but new ones replace it right after. The sleeve of Chanyeol’s hoodie is soaked. 

Chanyeol. You want to run to him so badly and cry. Cry into his comforting embrace that has always been there for you. But you can’t now. You couldn’t bring yourself to stand in front of his closed doors. 

“Y/N?” You recognize Kyungsoo’s soft voice and lift your head, your vision blurred and face swollen. One look and he knew what was wrong. He lets out a frustrated sigh and help you up. “Come on, let’s go.” 

“Soo-yah… y-you came back, too?” you sniffle. 

“Yeah.” He guides you to his room and sit you down on the bed. He brings over a box of tissues and rubs your back slowly. He didn’t ask any questions. Kyungsoo knew you too well. But it pains him to see his best friend riddle herself in tears. 

“Wait here,” he assures me with a pat on the head. He leaves the room. You hated being alone more than anything. 

You flop over on the bed and roll on your back. You stare at the ceiling and all your memories with Sehun seem to project themselves on the white background. Your first date at an unknown cafe. The first kiss the two of you had while drunk. The first time you slept in his arms. The time he came back to surprise you on your birthday when he was on tour. All the moments you shared with him, replay in your mind. 

He’s the first person you loved, the first person who told you that you mean more than the world to him, and the last person you ever wanted to be with. You don’t want it to end. Of course you don’t. He’s your whole world too. But you didn’t want to go down that road. You didn’t want it to hurt more. For the both of you. You had to make the decision. 

The tears come out again, and flow down to your ears. Laying on the bed isn’t such a good idea. You quickly wipe them before they travel down the side of your face. Your heart is shattering in a million pieces. You lay there with your arm swung over your face. The sniffling and hiccups don’t stop. 

The door clicks open. 

“Y/N? Kyungsoo told me you were here.” No. You didn’t want to deal with this right now. “I’m sorry…” 

Part 5

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PROMPT: Person A, without fail, adamantly interrupting Person B with harsh, self-deprecating comments whenever B tries to give A genuine compliments. Absolutely fed-up one day, Person B covers Person A’s mouth securely with duct tape and passionately lists all the traits they love about A without interference.


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Chloe groaned for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day.

This wasn’t what she had in mind when she decided to ask Beca to come clothes shopping with her. She had imagined shyly taking the DJ’s hand and walking together from shop to shop, complimenting the younger girl; spoiling her. She wanted to coax her gently into Chloe’s world and in return, have Beca let her in to her own word.

Don’t get her wrong, every second she spends in the smaller girl’s company never failed to quicken her heart rate, make her hands sweaty… but even a bright ray of sunshine like Chloe has her limit.

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Beca, on the other hand, couldn’t fathom how anyone could spend so many hours looking at pieces of fabric: t-shirts, trousers, coats… aisles upon aisles stuffed to the brim with clothes. It dawned on Beca, that she would literally, rather be anywhere else; including with Aubrey instead.

Side-stepping fallen shirts that lay crumpled on the floor, making a mental note to tidy her room, she held back a laugh as she saw two grown women fighting over the same t-shirt. That’s right. Grown women. God help her.

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“Becs! Come on!” Chloe grit her teeth as annoyance seeped into her voice.

“I don’t see why I need to try this on Chlo! I thought we were shopping for you!” Beca bit back, her left eye twitching in frustration.

Normally Chloe would find herself smiling at the brunette’s twitch. It was a tell-tale sign that Beca was getting impatient. She would usually see it when observing Beca mix her music, not that Beca noticed. She was usually so immersed in what she was doing to realise that the world around her continued moving forward. Now however, Chloe ignored that and kept her eyes trained on Beca’s.

“Beca, you are my best friend. I wanted to go shopping with you. I wanted us to enjoy a day out together, without worrying about Worlds, or exams, or graduation!” Chloe could feel her eyes start to fill with tears.

Seeing that Chloe was truly upset, Beca backed down from the argument and moved closer to the redhead, resting her hands on Chloe’s shoulders.

“You’re right Chloe! I’m an ass and I’m sorry. I’ll try on whatever you choose for me, no complaints. I promise.”

Beca smiled as she saw Chloe’s demeanour change; the redhead physically perked up, a grin lighting up her whole face. The brunette felt her heart quicken and her breath catch in her throat. Damn Chloe’s beautiful eyes. So much for her badass persona.

“C'mon, let’s take a look at the dresses!” Chloe grabbed Beca’s hand and dragged her to the dresses. Beca’s eyes widened in horror.

***

Chloe was sat on the changing room chairs, her head in her hands, waiting for Beca to come out of the fitting room stall. The brunette had been in there 10 minutes and refused to come out and show her.

“For gods sake, Beca! If this is about modesty, I’ve already seen you naked!!” Chloe complained loudly in obvious impatience.

Chloe’s head shot up as she heard a door unlock. A mother and her young daughter exited from another stall, the mother shooting her a dirty look as she dragged the younger girl out of the room.

“I don’t like it Chlo! It doesn’t suit me at all!”

Chloe came up close to the door, placing both hands on the door and leaning her head against it, as if willing it to open.

“Just let me see it Becs. Please just open the door and let me see it for myself. You know I would never judge you or laugh at you.” Chloe pleaded.

She heard Beca sigh, soon followed by the sound of the door unlocking.

Chloe took her chance and entered Beca’s fitting room before Beca could change her mind. After re-locking the door, Chloe looked up and her jaw dropped.

There Beca stood in front of the mirror, clad in the simple red dress Chloe picked out for her; her back to the door. She looked beautiful.

Chloe dared not to breath, fearing that any louder noise may scare Beca.

“Becs… you look…” Chloe was lost for words.

“I know. I know. It looks awful.” Beca bluntly stated, her voice as emotionless as the look on her face. She turned to face Chloe, her arms wrapped protectively across her stomach.

Just as Chloe’s heart rate finally regained its normal pace, there Beca goes speeding it up again.

Beca’s words sunk in. Chloe’s eyes shot to Beca’s in fury.

“No Beca! Absolutely not! You look beautiful!” Chloe couldn’t help but raise her voice. How Beca couldn’t see what she could see, baffled her completely.

Beca gave her a self-depreciating smile, turning around to face her reflection again; her eyes lowering to gaze upon her figure.

“For starters, this dress makes me look fat… all the dresses you picked out for me make me look like a beached whale. It makes my pale skin look even paler. It clashes with my red cheeks, making me look like a tomato.”

Chloe was shaking her head as Beca spoke.

“My legs look like sticks, and it accentuates my knobbly knees and my large thigh gap… and my ass? Haha. What ass? It doesn’t even look like I have one. It shows off my cleavage, but I can kinda see some of the stretch marks there, which looks so unattractive. And don’t even get me started on-”

“-No!” Chloe’s eyes held a fire in them that Beca had never seen before. She could see the redhead’s hands clench into fists, shaking ever so slightly at the pain of her nails digging into her palm. Her bottom lip trembled as she tried to hold back her tears. Beca braced herself.

“How dare you!” Chloe shouted, her hands flailing as if she didn’t know how to use them.

Beca winced.

“How dare you stand there and talk shit about yourself!” Chloe had lowered her voice, but the bite still remained in her words.

“But-” Beca was interrupted by Chloe digging into her handbag, a look of severe determination on her face. She pulled out a… roll of duct tape? Uh-oh.

Chloe tore off a strip and leapt at Beca, covering her mouth firmly with the tape. Shocked by Chloe’s actions, the brunette remained paralysed in her spot until it sunk in what Chloe had done. She started struggling against the taller woman, outrage and betrayal spreading through her body like a wild fire.

Before she could rip the offending tape from her lips, Chloe grasped both her wrists in her hands and held them quickly behind Beca’s back. Beca continued to struggle against the redhead, not believing what Chloe had just done.

The taller woman pressed herself into Beca’s back, gently resting her chin on Beca’s right shoulder. Beca felt tense against her, and so she whispered into her ear to try and calm her down. “Please don’t do this, Beca. I’m sorry to have to restrain you like this, but it is not my intention to hurt you. Please just listen to me, that’s all I’m asking.”

Looking into the reflection of Beca’s eyes in the mirror, she could still see hurt swimming in the brunette’s eyes. Chloe’s stomach churned at the thought that she is the cause of the hurt, but this was important.

Gently pressing kiss into Beca’s shoulder first and then her temple, she felt Beca release a deep breath, her body slowly relaxing against her.

“You are so beautiful, Rebeca Mitchell. So very very beautiful.” She could feel Beca scoff, and saw Beca roll her eyes in disagreement. But once again, Chloe ignored it.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, Beca.”

She had Beca’s full attention now. Good.
Chloe knew that she needed to finally get what she was going to say off her chest. It had been there for too long now. Far too long.

Feeling her lower lip tremble with the emotion she was trying, and failing, to hold back; she felt a tear trail down her cheek, alarming Beca.

“Hearing you talk about yourself like that, you have no idea what it does to me Beca. My heart hurts to hear those words come from you, and it hurts even more to know that you truly believe them. Your head is feeding your heart lies, Bec… lies. You are not fat Beca. At all. And even if you were, I’d still think you were the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. So what if you are pale?! It doesn’t make you any less of a human being. It makes me want to slather you in sun cream and protect you from burning under the sun!” Chloe was half-serious with the last comment.

“I happen to love the redness in your cheeks. They are so endearing, and it’s why I love making you blush. They are hot under my hands when I hold your cheeks, and your cheeks are so soft to touch anyways. Your legs are not sticks and your knees are not knobbly. Your legs are slim and so smooth to touch, and your knees are so strong. I love that the muscle twitches when I lay my hand on your knees… and your ass… just wow. Throw on a pair of tight skinny jeans and I’m a goner. You in this dress though… talk about stuff from my fantasies. And as for your stretch marks, who cares? Practically every girl has them, they make you real Becs, not superficial. You are so real.”

Chloe’s eyes glazed over, clearly lost in her own thoughts. Beca nudged her.

“My point is that you are perfect to me, Beca. You see flaws, and all I see is how endearing they all are and how add up to make you who you are. You are so beautiful that it’s all I can do to not stare at you every single second we are together, and yet my eyes never stray too far from you. If you don’t love yourself, then let me show you that you are worth loving. Let me show you how beautiful you are to me. I can show you how to love yourself. Let me show you how to love yourself, by letting me love you. I love you Beca. Let me love you.”

miraculous/hey arnold au?

lol creds to @charme-miraculeux ‘s husband for this idea, but do you ever think that chloe treats marinette like helga treats arnold from hey arnold?

like she’s an absolute horror to marinette in her face but then when no one’s looking, chloe just pulls a locket with marinette’s picture in it out of her shirt and kinda goes:

Marinette, my love
My sultry preteen
Why must I hold you
Only whilst in a dream?
Will I be forever enslaved by your spell?
Why must I worship you and never tell?
Marinette, you make my girlhood tremble
Make my senses quiver in awe
Someday, I’ll tell the world, my love
Or my name’s not Chloe Bourgeois

or she’s like hiding around the corner from where marinette is standing and just clutches her heart and goes:

Your eyes, like two blue jellybeans
Are pools I want to bathe in.
My head doth swoon,
and yet I want to beat your face in

or she’s got this secret marinette shrine in her closet that legit no one else knows about and sometimes she just sits in front of it and is all:

Marinette, you idiot
I’ve always sworn it
I’ve always loved you
My darling, my darling
Kiss me, my darling
Oh, raven haired Aphrodite
Wandering the dismal deserts of my tormented soul

Rogue Part 2

Dean Winchester x Reader

1400 Words

Story Summary: A request. Not going to state the request, it will give too much away!! But a hunt against Demon’s goes terrible wrong. What happens when Dean realizes that you are back.

Catch Up Here: Part 1

“Y/N.” I whispered, recognizing the beautiful face anywhere, even in the bad footage of the surveillance video. Watching closely, I looked for any sign that her body was being possessed. That, or for glowing eyes that stated she might be a shape shifter. Anything to explain why the girl I loved was in the video in front of me killing helpless human beings. That wasn’t the girl I knew, and it made my heart break even more.

“I wasn’t sure at first, but this second video confirmed it. Dean, I’m so sorry. But you know what this means.” Sam said softly as I could hear Cas pacing behind me.

“Damn it.” I muttered as I forced myself past Cas, pulling a new bottle of whiskey out of the cabinet. With this type of news I wasn’t sure there would be even whiskey in the world to take away the pain.

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of faults and fissures, part one

Find it on Ao3 here:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11206920/chapters/25031505

In the aftermath of the Daxamite Invasion, Lena Luthor thinks it’s time she came clean to her best friend about her role in it.


Some changes to canon- Kara did date Mon-el, but there was no huge declaration of love or anything like that when she put him in the pod. She took him back but wasn’t really into the relationship, slowly coming to the realization that she’d simply gone along with it because she felt like she owed it to him to not leave him alone the way she’d been abandoned by Kal-El. Basically, it was a pity-dating thing she was planning to break off before the untimely Daxamite invasion. And, oh yeah- she definitely does not give him her mother’s necklace. Lena’s under the impression Kara was genuinely dating him, though, so three cheers for the angst up ahead.


The first time Kara Danvers really sees Lena Luthor, she’s taken aback by just how small the other woman actually is.

Outside of work, stripped of her impeccable updos, perfect makeup, and six-inch heels, Lena Luthor is downright tiny.

She’s standing right on the Dr. Who-themed doormat that Winn had purchased for her last Christmas, dressed in a loose, oversized sweater, well-worn jeans, and honest-to-goodness scuffed sneakers.

To her credit, Kara manages to keep the gaping and stuttering to a minimum as she ushers her unexpected houseguest into the living room. Lena perches carefully on the couch, tucking her dark hair behind her ear as she smiles hesitantly up at her, and Kara instantly decides that she likes this look best for the typically designer-dressed C.E.O.

With her hair down and her face free of makeup, Lena looks younger than she ever has, appearing more like the untroubled twenty-something year old she should be and less like a woman carrying the weight of her entire family’s sins the way Atlas had shouldered the weight of the sky.

It’s still there, the invisible weight that never seems to allow Lena to sit perfectly straight for more than a few minutes at a time- she always retreats into herself ever so often, hunches inwards like she’s afraid to take up any space at all- but here, now, it’s less.

Like the burden has eased, somehow, or she’s found the strength to actually push back instead of simply allowing it crush her completely.

Kara knows a thing or two about guilt- surviving an entire planet’s destruction is bound to leave some scars, no matter how well the wounds may have healed over time- and Lena all but wears hers like a noose.

Lena virtually encourages the people of National City and beyond to treat her as their own personal whipping boy in Lex’s stead, and it’s something that’s disturbed Kara since their very first meeting, when she’d peered into her green eyes, emerald pools of desperation flickering with the barest hints of hope in their depths, and recognized a bit of herself shining back.

She’d been lost like that too, once.

The Phantom Zone had kept her trapped in the endlessly repeating memory of Krypton’s death for close to a quarter of a decade.

If it hadn’t been for the Danvers, if it hadn’t been for Alex

She shudders at the thought and silently offers thanks to Rao for those blessings.

“Can I get you something to drink?” She asks, already moving towards the kitchen on autopilot. “I’ve got tea, coffee, juice… Though, mind, the tea is bottled and store-bought…”

“Really?” Lena teases, and Kara falls a little bit in love with the faint, little laugh she hears behind her.

Kara tosses a sheepish grin in Lena’s direction as she pulls open the fridge. “It’s raspberry Snapple. Don’t judge me- I know it’s 90% sugar, but their slogan doesn’t lie, it really is the best stuff on Earth.”

Lena’s eyes widen comically at the sight of the large plastic bottle Kara sets down on the coffee table along with a pair of mugs. “I didn’t realize Snapple came in quart-sized bottles.”

“Neither did I, until I stopped by the convenience store down the road from my sister’s apartment in search of ibuprofen and ice packs after she went and got her ribs bruised,” Kara says, fondness fairly oozing from her voice as she pours a liberal helping into both glasses. “It’s the only place that I’ve ever seen stock bottles this size, but hey, I’m not complaining.”

A cautious sip brings a bright smile to the brunette’s face. “Neither am I. This is great!”

Kara’s jaw drops open in horror as she clutches her chest, clearly affronted. “Don’t tell me you haven’t tried Snapple before! It’s literally in almost every vending machine in National City!”

Lena ducks her head in shame, a weak chuckle issuing from the back of her throat. “I’ve seen it around, of course, but… We-e-ell,“ she says, drawing out the ‘e’ for several seconds as a blush begins to spread across her cheeks, “I just… I never…”

Her face clouds over as the silence between them goes from teasing to strained, something Kara notes as tendrils of apprehension begin to wrap around her heart and squeeze.


Lena can barely bring herself to finish the sentence.

“Lillian was always very conscious about my eating habits,” she finally mumbles, tongue nearly tripping over the words in her haste to get them out.

The slack-jawed expression on Kara’s face is burned away by a look of pure anger and fierce protectiveness as the implications behind Lena’s words sink in.

For a moment, Lena thinks, Kara looks very much like the Kryptonian whose presence she has found herself entertaining more and more on her office balcony. She pulls herself free from that particular train of thought with a vehement shake of her head.

No, Kara couldn’t possibly be Supergirl. Kara would never keep something as big as that a secret from her, would she?

The tiniest trickle of doubt bleeds into her veins as a tiny voice in her head snidely reminds her of her last name.

You’re a Luthor, the voice sing-songs almost triumphantly, sounding far too much like her brother for her to not be unsettled, why wouldn’t she?

“Lena?”

She looks up and shoots the other woman a practiced, apologetic smile. “Sorry about that. It’s just so easy to get lost in my own head sometimes. I just came over to see how you were doing, after… Everything.”

God, she can’t even bring herself to say it.

The Daxamite Invasion.

The one she had ultimately kickstarted.

The one she had helped managed to avert- at the cost of her best friend’s boyfriend, not to mention the innocent lives already lost in the first few waves of attack.

And it was all because Lena was too stupid to see past the façade that Rhea had so easily manipulated her into believing.

The price of Lena Luthor’s loyalty always had been and likely always would be love.

Love that she’d never had the time to get from her birth mother, love that had been wrenched away by her brother’s madness and the shame of being his sister, love that she’d never received from the woman she’d called family for over two decades…

Rhea had seen that easily, seen past Lena’s hardened shield of capable businesswoman right down to the unwanted orphan girl she was underneath.

Rhea had seen that easily, and just like everyone else in her life except for her secretary and the woman sitting in front of her, she’d used it against her.

“I’m fine, Lena, really. You didn’t have to come all the way here just to check up on me.” Kara actually laughs, then, and the sound of it pulls the breath from Lena’s lungs in a way that isn’t tingly, or endearing, or any of the other adjectives she’d come to associate with the feelings that Kara’s laughter usually induced.

How could she be so happy sitting across from the woman who had robbed her of someone she’d cared about?

“I-I…” Lena’s fingers tighten around the glass in her hand as she struggles to keep her tears at bay.

Spit it out, she rages, mentally shouting at herself. Tell her the fucking truth already. You came here for a reason.

“It was my fault.”

She closes her eyes before she continues, unable to maintain Kara’s unwavering gaze. “I built the portal the Daxamites used to get to Earth. I helped their queen transport her armies here. I built the device that irradiated the atmosphere with lead and poisoned all the Daxamites, including Mike- I mean, Mon-El. I did this.”

The words fall flat between them, landing somewhere in the invisible, gaping chasm that now somehow clearly splits the room apart.

“It was my fault,” she repeats, a little louder this time, as though an increase in volume could help her words make the leap over the miles stretched out between them, miles she hates but knows she’ll never make a move to cross.

Because she deserves this.

She deserves whatever look of hatred or betrayal or accusation that’s surely filling Kara Danvers’ eyes right now at her confession.

She deserves whatever words are going to come spilling out of Kara Danvers’ mouth at any second, probably laced with anger and disgust, all of which will be justified.

But again, for the umpteenth time in the past seventy-two hours, Lena Luthor finds herself mistaken about the people she thought she knew best.

She gets only silence.

Pure, pin-drop silence.

Lena doesn’t dare open her eyes to look at the woman sitting on the couch across from hers- and even if she wanted to, at this point, she’s not sure she even can.

Everything seems to be catching up to her now, at the worst possible time for the shock of it all to wear off and finally let her feel something other than the numbness that she’d managed to reach with surprisingly little aid from alcohol.

The world is shaking- or maybe she’s the one shaking- but either way, she can’t bring her limbs to move or her eyes to open or her lungs to breathe.

She can’t bring herself to do anything at all but sit there and silently beg the universe to simply let her disappear.


to be continued…

let me know what you think ;)

New Handler (Part 3)

(Part 1) (Part 2)

“Why are we here?” Winter asks, emboldened by the fact that his Hander hasn’t reprimanded him for asking numerous questions before.

“To get you clothing,” his Handler says, holding a shirt up to Winter’s chest. His Handler stares at him for a moment, making Winter want to fidget (he doesn’t), before shaking his head. “Not your colour.”

Winter nods, not sure what that means but not really caring either, and follows his Handler through the shop.

“You need new clothing, since your old stuff isn’t in the-the best shape, and my clothing doesn’t really fit you.”

Winter looks down at his shirt. It’s tight on him, enough that when his Handler saw him in it, his Handler’s eyes went wide and his face heated up to a bright pink, but it covers him. Winter likes the pressure of the shirt, too. It’s reassuring – comforting, even.

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