look at him looking at his life partner

Yoongi's birthday tweets in a nutshell
  • Namjoon: I googled predebut pictures of you because I have no actual photos of your face
  • Jin: Here's a pic of you and your boyfriend I couldn't find one of you alone -your roommate
  • Hoseok: I love you bby here's an entire scrapbook of our relationship starting with the moment you breathed the same air as me look how happy we are I love you with every fiber of my being you are the light of my life the small speck of warmth in my life my soul partner the one my heart lov
  • Jimin: Put on your wig and come open your gift aka my pants
  • Taehyung: happy birthday *looks at smudged writing on hand* Yogi
  • Jungkook: for Yoongi's birthday I'm thinking suspense, buildup, a church choir, an exotic dancer, 6 stunt doubles, a true cinematic experience..,,,...an oscar worthy short film that equally shows my undying love for my Hyung but also exposes him and his twiggy legs....,,..it must pose the Dramatique Effect™ that an artist such as myself strives for the entirety of his creative career. I'm on hold with Steven Spielberg now.
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This is the beginning of a beautiful bromance

Origins, Pt. 2

Jealousy Games 02

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Description: You decide to play a game of push and pull with your ex Jungkook, bringing Jimin along for the ride.

Pairing: JungkookxReaderxJimin

Genre: Smut (M)

Word Count: 6.2k

Index: 01, 02

Warnings: Jungkook’s POV, masturbation, dirty talk, voyeurism. 

A/N: Alright y’all. Here it is. After this chapter, we can officially head into everything @ellieljade and I have planned. You’re not ready, tbh. As always, thank you to Nicole for being my beta and soundboard. 

Enjoy~!

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prove it. (m)

author’s note: i dedicate this to @wonhopes because she made me realize how much kihyun wrecks me. if it wasn’t obvious enough, it’s safe to say i’ve finally accepted it.

associated with this drabble though it’s not nearly as smutty.

rivals au; 5,490 words; smut, fluff; warnings: none.
↳ when all kihyun can talk about is how good he is in bed, you decide to shut him up by telling him to put his money where he mouth is. fortunately, you both learn a few things along the way.  

Originally posted by wonhontology


If it wasn’t for the mere fact that Mrs. Fern told you who your partner was, you would’ve scoffed, maybe protested, or even blurted out a concise, “Fuck no.”

Out of all the people in the classroom, you’re stuck with him. Yoo Kihyun. The asshole with an ego bigger than Jeon Jungkook’s, and that was probably an understatement too. You can’t imagine the outcome of this, not that anyone can, but when you catch sight of his stare from across the room and a smirk spreads across his lips, you already glower at the possibilities.

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Drift Together

Pairing: Reader x Vernon
Genre: angst?, fluff, High School!AU
Request: “ Could you do a Hansol au? The ‘plot’ being: the reader is a very popular highschooler and everyone loves them. One day they find out their s/o has been cheating on them in one of the empty classroom. Later (still) at school, they start crying on the rooftop and Hansol (who’s the residential “bad boy”) finds the reader crying. They become friends and later more! Also, could you make the reader, flirty and charming?”
Word count: 4,159
A/N: Requested by smol anon. Sorry that this took me so so long! I hope you see this! Also I’m so bad at titles please forgive me

SPRING

Today’s weather seemed set on offending you. The warmth and brightness of the sun seemed to sneer at you, mocking you for your own miserable demeanor. The sun only emphasized the warmth in your cheeks as you stormed outside, doing your best to stop yourself from crying. You couldn’t. Not here, anyway. Not at school. That would be a disaster.

You managed to make your way to the very back of the school, hiding yourself among the dumpsters. You sunk to the floor, resting your back against the hot, black plastic of one of the dumpsters. It smelt terrible, but you didn’t have the energy to care. You’d just caught your partner cheating on you. At school. In an empty classroom, for anyone to discover. They hadn’t even waited to get home. They’d only just sent you a text this morning telling you how much they loved you.

You burst into tears. Hot, unadulterated tears streamed down your face. Bile had risen in your throat. Just the thought of the two of them, shirts unbuttoned, with lips swollen from kissing was enough to make you want to throw up. How could they do this to you? Nine months. It had been nine months. Maybe that wasn’t very long in the grand scheme of life, but it had felt like something important to you. You’d thought that the two of you had been in love; and you had been, for all you’d known. What were people going to think?

The two of you had maintained a relatively high level relationship, after all. How were you going to confront people, if this got out?

It didn’t matter if everyone loved you. You were alone.

“Oh.” A voice broke your train of thought. “Hello.”

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anonymous asked:

Hey can I request Levi x reader soulmate au ? Please not angst lol. Thank you.

omg I’m so sorry about the angst I will do it properly this time! 

[[ Soulmate!AU where the first words your soulmate says to you are tattooed on your wrist ]] 


Levi was annoyed once again, as he caught the edge of his soulmate tattoo creeping out from under his sleeve. He rolled his eyes as he reads it once more, which was hard to not do– even if he was trying his damndest to complete his paperwork for Erwin. 

Sorry, sir’ 

He sighs, ultimately deciding that he was going to get another cup of tea from the mess hall. He’d had a long day and was exhausted; it was already late at night, and he really just wanted to rest (not even sleep, he just wanted to stop reading and writing about death statistics). 

He looks at the tattoo once more, hopelessness creeping up through his annoyed facade. People said ‘sorry, sir’ to him at least twenty times a day, so he’d made habit of saying very specific things to those cadets, just in case. 

One time, he’d made a younger cadet cry by saying “I’ve always found pain the most effective punishment.” That was a bad day for him- nobody talked to him (except for Hanji and a confused Erwin) for a whole week.  

He stomped his way down the cold halls, thinking about the lovely, steaming mug of tea he was eager to get his hands on. 

As he turns the corner to enter the mess hall, another body bumps against him. He grunts from the sudden contact, glaring over to your (E/C) and panicked eyes. 

“Sorry, sir,” you squeaked. You were relatively new to the Survey Corps, and the only reason you had been up so late was because you had been practicing late at night; ever since one of your troupe-mates had warned you that the notorious ‘Captain Levi’ would use you as Titan bait if you weren’t good enough (which may not have been true, but it scared you into action). 

You hadn’t actually ever met the Corporal before, and you were silently cursing Wall Maria for making this your first interaction with him- a mistake… That you’d made. 

“Did you know that black tea undergoes the longest process of oxidation?” Levi says blankly, staring at your dumbfounded face with a look of exhaustion and disinterest. It was like a smack to your face. He rolled his eyes and stepped past you, small hopes dashed once again. 

You stand there, particularly flustered as you all but rip your sleeve away from you wrist, seeing the small and neat words inscribed on the skin there. 

Did you know that black tea undergoes the longest process of oxidation?’

“What kind of soulmate are you?!” The words leave your lips before you can really control yourself, years of asking strangers for random tea facts and spending an awkward amount of time in tea stores beginning to catch up, shitting all over your current situation. 

Levi turns around in surprise, but as your words register he almost laughs in disbelief (but he also can’t deny the relief flooding his system). 

“Me? Do you know how common the phrase ‘sorry, sir’ is for me to hear?” Levi grumbles, slowly approaching your dumbstruck form. Once he’s close enough, he grabs your wrist, pulling it up to read the words he’d recently said, snickering slightly. 

You nervously and carefully reach for his own hand, turning it over to see the two vague words against his pale skin. You wince, realising how frustrating that must have been for him. You rub your thumb against the words, and your cheeks flush with a blush as you realise that Levi’s cold eyes are now focused on you and exactly what you’re doing against his skin. 

“Sorry about that…” You mutter, looking off towards the side. A cool hand softly grabs your chin and moves your face back around do look at your soulmate- whose usually hard-set face had softened at the realisation that you were his life partner. 

“At least I don’t have to worry about it anymore,” He practically whispers, before moving his face towards your own. Your heart jumped, almost sure that he was going to kiss you. Just as you could feel his minty breath fanning over your parted lips, he tilted your head slightly and landed a soft kiss to your cheek. 

As he pulled back, he couldn’t help but smirk at the disappointed pout on your face– which was also a bright pink. 

“You may be my soulmate, but I still just met you,” He snickers, grabbing your hand and walking back off down the hallway towards his office, tea completely forgotten. 

“Let’s change that.” 


Sorry that it’s kind of short, soulmate AU’s are so hard D’: 

Requests for everything (except for ships) are open, so send in whatever you like and I’ll eventually get around to answering it, probably ♡♡

I hate you │3

summary:  Getting wasted at the party gives you enough courage to confront Jungkook but gets you in trouble with parents. 
member: Jeon Jungkook x reader
genre: fluff, romance, angst
word count: 2515
warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook badboy!Jungkook 
I hate you Masterlist  123 4 5 6


A/N:
For some reason, the previous part’s tags didn’t work, so it didn’t show up in recently posted. Hope you like this part and read the previous one as well. Of course, I have the next part planned, but if you have any suggestion, please message me.


you tried your best to avoid Jungkook after the incident in the classroom.Even his presence made your stomach turn. You ran to the opposite direction if you saw a glimpse of him and did a pretty good job at it until one day Mr. Jenkins announced:

“Everyone, this is your assignment for the next month, you need to create a diary of a fictional character with at least 30 entries. Try to compose a story and make it as detailed as possible, write about her thoughts, emotions, happiness, loss, whatever you think will help you show that it’s impossible to know what’s going on in someone else’s head, even if you think you know them”

You’ve always liked your professor’s assignments. He probably wasn’t more than ten years older than you and always found a way to give you relatable and interesting tasks. You’ve been writing your own diary for as long you can remember, desperately needing to express your emotions, since your inexpressive parents were no help. The sensation of forever inking your deepest feelings on a piece of paper was helping you cure your bottled up emotions better than anything else.

“Oh, and you need to pair up,  I already made pairs randomly, so please come by my desk to check your name before leaving”-group assignments were not your forte, but there was nothing you could do. So you walked up to Mr. Jenkin’s desk to ask him who your partner was when he without looking at the list said:

“You’re with Jungkook”-and smiled with one of those “I-know-you’ve-lied-to-me-and-here’s-what-you-get” smiles

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Imagine your husband, Negan, comforting you and making you laugh to calm you down from your panic attack

(Wooo Negan being cute and himself of course XD Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

You could feel it. Your breath growing shorter and harsher, your head spinning, the whole room getting smaller.

All of that from overthinking, about what? You couldn’t even remember really. One moment, you were right there along with the others women, the next you just didn’t felt right. Was it something they said? Something they did? A mixture of both perhaps, that had gotten you so perplexed and to the heart, you felt ill from all of it.

Trying to not think about them anymore, you carefully stood up and felt some arms and hands reaching to you. They were trying to help and assess the situation, thinking you would need it.

Feeling some restraints, you pulled away from them and try to get away. They persisted and panic set inside of you. You wanted to get away from them but you felt yourself weakening, only faintly begging them to stop.

Tears were forming and your breath was beyond unstable, you wanted to scream but nothing came out. Still you struggled to get away from any of them but suddenly you felt a firm grasp pulling you back.

“The fuck are you all doing?! That’s not a way to handle my Y/N!”

The harsh and loud tone, mixed with the cuss word instantly woke you up from your dazed and confused state. Your body pressed against his, made you look up as you realized your husband had been the one to bring you back.

“We’re sorry Negan…It’s just she seemed to be panicking and we wanted to help…”

“Yeah?! Well that’s not how you do it! You come over to me and tell me about it that’s how it’s done! None of you are qualified to calm her! If anything you’re all stressing the fuck out of her!”

At those words, everyone had gotten quiet and Negan pulled you along with him. You feebly followed him, hanging onto him as much your strength could handle.

He noticed your still unstable breathing and had walked at a slower pace to let you time to recollect yourself.

“Hey, babydoll…It’s okay…I’m here now…Take your time…”

His voice had completely change from earlier. He was much more soft spoken and seemed genuinely worried about the situation. Hearing him, made you nod in agreement and slowly you took a few deep breaths.

You slowly tried to stand up straighter and let go of him. However, with his hand wrapped around your forearm that clung to him, he didn’t let you a chance.

He didn’t want you to let go of him, in fact he wanted you to hold onto him as long as you could.

“We’re almost there…”, he said as you both stepped closer and closer to your shared bedroom.

You nodded and as you neared it, you felt yourself slowly calming down. He walked in the room and closed the door behind, locking it to make sure no one would come in and bother you both.

~~~~

It wasn’t the first time this happened, heck you had been like this since the first day you met him. Nonetheless, that didn’t stop him from seeing your bright and cheery mood and falling madly in love with you to the point where you were his only wife.

He sat you down by the bed and carefully let go of you to kneel right in front of you. He grabbed a hold of both your hands in his and reached over to hold your chin, making you look at him.

Your gaze became more and more focused on him as looked right back at you, all while trying to calm you down, as gently as he could.

“It’s alright baby…It’s just you and me here…Ain’t no one fucking with us…Ain’t no one’s going to fuck with us in fact…Only us afterwards…”

Slowly, your heart had stop beating crazily and started to stabilize itself. You nodded along and ended up calming yourself to see his grin.

He always had a silly face on no matter what, it seemed to you but nonetheless, you couldn’t deny that it was thanks to him you could calm yourself so peacefully.

“Breathe in and out…you know like most human beings here…Hold onto my hands tightly, cause really if you don’t i’m gonna jump right on you and take you right there…”

As you squeezed his hands, you couldn’t help but crack a smile and let out slight laughter. He was distracting you obviously with his humor all while helping you as much as he could.

“Your heart is slowly slowing down…Right just like it should be…otherwise i’m gonna have to get a real fucking doctor in here…”

It truly relieved you to hear him only and to be away from the crowd that had grown within the bar room.

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You both sat there for a while, you looking at him, him smirking at you. You could tell he wanted to talk but had stayed quiet to let you take your ease.

With things getting back to normal, you pulled his hands closer to yours. Noticing your still teary eyes, he made a move to wipe them off and got closer to you.

In a whisper, he asked you, “Babe, what’s wrong? What the hell did they do to freak you out like that?”

Looking down, you shook your head at him.

“Nothing…I-It was stupid…I think…”

“Stupid? Even more interesting please do tell…”

You chuckled again to hear him and just knew he was adding on to relieve your heart and mind. Truthfully, you knew you couldn’t hide it from for more time than this and would have to let them know.

He chuckled along with you and had gotten up to sit by your side, rubbing your back all while still holding one of your hands.

You took a deep breath and tried to brush off the problem as much as you could, not wanting it to be a bigger deal than your mind had made of it.

“I-It was some of the girls…I overheard some of them saying things about you and me…You know things like how I stole you with my body…and how-”

Cutting you off, he added incredulously, “You didn’t steal me!”

His eyes widening and utter shock, made your heart jump yet nonetheless smile even more.

~~~

Seeing how you smiled and how you looked at him, with that look that just screams “You’re an idiot”, he knew he had to keep it up and make you forget whatever had been on your mind.

“If anything I stole you first! I made the move! Sure you’re body helped but really the fucking thief here is me!”

His hold on you wasn’t as firm as earlier but turned into a fun kind of comfort as he ended up letting go of your back and only squeezed your hand.

You knew you could add on more to make it last longer and simply said, “True but that’s not what they think…It’s only me in their eyes…”

“Unbefuckinglievable! I can’t believe this shit!”

With a flair of dramatic, he had gotten to his feet and let go of you to exclaim loudly, making you let out your laughter.

He turned his back to you and started to point at you.

“Are you playing with me? Why are you laughing?”

As he looked at you, you couldn’t help but try to hold in your laughter as you shook your head in denial.

“No! I’m not joking that’s what they said! They…They also said…It was strange of you to only want me of all people…”

He scoffed. You, strange please he thought. Of anything you were the only there that understood him and his needs. As he looked at you smiling and acting shy, he felt his heart racing and remembered something else completely making him smirk.

He knew he had made the right choice to only have you as his partner in life and never had he regretted. Looking at you, just reminded him that and he had to let you know.

~~~

He walked back towards you and grabbed both your hands to kneel in front of you again.

In the most solemn tone, he said, “Y/N…In all seriousness though…Don’t listen to them…Sure you did kinda stole my fucking heart away from me…Like you ripped it out of my chest and kept it since but it’s just cause they’re jealous they didn’t get that chance…”

Understanding his meaning you nodded and your peace of mind was truly appeased, only he had to continue on to truly make you know how much you’re the only on that matters.

“They’re just jealous that their pussy didn’t impress me as much as yours did really if you think about it…Like by choosing you…It’s like a big “Your pussy ain’t shit compared to Y/N’s pussy” or no even better a big “I, Negan don’t even want your free offer of pussy, Y/N’s giving it to me good! Her pussy is the only one I need!” So really it’s all praises to you baby!“

At that you burst out into laughter and could see his funny point of view on things. He laughed along with you, thinking himself to be clever and funny as well.

Your stomach was hurting from how he delivered those silly remarks and truly you had to let go of him to hold your stomach to try and ease the pain.

~~~

His hands had dropped to your knees and legs as he let you have your happy moment.

Wiping your tears from the laughter, you grabbed his hand back and thanked him honestly.

"Thank you, honey…That was oddly sweet and kind of you…”

“You’re welcome…You don’t know ever need to feel bad about this whole thing…Just own it and tell them "Hell yeah I got him!” they’ll learn to let it go sooner or later!“

You nodded along and slowly felt him letting go of your hands.

Instead his hands dropped to your thighs and were slowly sliding to the side were he decided to rub you.

He inched closer and went to your waist to grip your pants.

"I’ll be honest babe…This whole talk about your pussy got me hard…You wouldn’t mind if I…If I took a taste out of it…”

It took you by surprised and feeling the huskiness in his sudden tone, you felt yourself getting warm at his suggestion.

Your mind went blank and you didn’t knew what to say but shrug.

“Oh come on…I want to…and plus you’ll feel even less stressed over this…I can promise you that…”

He winked, smirking as he continue to pull your pants down, only to make you want him and eagerly nod.


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anonymous asked:

What would you say was the moment Bellamy and Clarke knew they loved each other? Bob said for Bellamy it was in 3x05

I can pinpoint the moment for Bellamy in 3.05 when he knelt down in front of her and took her hand and he realized he didn’t just “love” Clarke like a partner or friend or platonically, but he was in love with her. Because when he looks up at her, he looks absolutely stunned and terrified, almost panicked. And that is when he reverted to his desire to protect and confine his loved ones in order to keep them safe from danger. 

Clarke is harder to pinpoint I think, because I think it was a process in season 2 that started with her saying she couldn’t loose him too, then identifying that love was a weakness and that meant Bellamy. Then panicking when she realized she risked his life sending him into the mountain and then not knowing what happened to him and hearing his voice the first time and feeling the clouds part and hope returning, and her subsequent obsession with keeping him safe. And then the fact that L kept using him as a prod to get her to do what she wanted which only reinforced her need to take care of her people and her trust and faith in Bellamy himself. Her certainty that he was the key to everything. And then again, L was the one who forced the issue of romance when she kissed her, making Clarke face the fact that she wasn’t ready for romance… most markedly “with anyone.”  Who else could she have been thinking of? Were there any other suitors waiting in line? There was Lxa and there was….oh look it’s Bellamy’s signal. “He did it!”

Okay. So here’s when I think Clarke KNEW she was in love with Bellamy. She actually fell in love with him while he was in the mountain. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and such. But she had to confront that knowledge when she met him again under the mountain after L abandoned them.  When she saw him, finally, and everyone was hugging CLARKE GRIFFIN DID NOT HUG BELLAMY. She didn’t throw herself into his arms like she did the last time, because she realized her feelings this time. Like Bellamy’s instinct was to protect and confine, Clarke’s instinct is to hide and run away. She wasn’t ready for her feelings for Bellamy. It was too much, so they stood awkwardly separate while everyone else hugged and talked about strategy. Strategy? Really Clarke? All that time obsessed with keeping him alive and how she, according to Lxa, cares for and worries about him more than the others, and she doesn’t even hug him? When has she not hugged someone she was worried about? 

No hug? Feelings have changed. They are no longer platonic and she is ABSOLUTELY not ready for that change. Then she saves everyone, has a breakdown and runs away from ever having to face those feelings. Like I’ve been saying, I think Clarke has been in love with Bellamy for a lot longer than Bellamy has been in love with her. Or at least she’s been aware of it. I think Bellamy got a crush on her pretty early but wouldn’t let himself go there. 

Nature Documentary

The Yurio’s natural habitat is in Russia, where he can be commonly found. He has also been spotted in some parts of Japan. Yurio is often mistaken for popular big cat species such as tigers and cheetahs, to name a few.

He is a solitary creature who will usually spend most of his life alone until a suitable mate arrives. The standards of Yurio are very high which makes this an even more difficult venture.

A wild Otabek appears in the distance and catches Yurio’s eye. The Otabek approaches Yurio with caution, not trying to scare him off. He smiles. The wild Otabek succeeded. They walk away together.

When a Yurio finds a mate, they are together for life. The standards of a Yurio are so high because he does not want to spend his life with a partner that he will lose interest in later in life.
Next week on ‘Stranger Nature’, we take another look at Viktor and Yuuri, and look deeper into the brain of the Minami.

Boss

hey guys, I felt so inspired to write this boss!older!Damian x employee!Reader so please enjoy.


The intense knock on his door was enough to wake Damian out of his half sleeping state. He lifted his hands from between his palms and rubbed his hurt eyes, groaning to whoever had knocked.

“Come in”

The door opened soflty and light from his office spread through the dark hall that laid outside of it. Quietly and respectfully you walked through the open door, being extremely careful that your heels wouldn’t click or make any annoying sound. Damian had been having a rough time with everything this months and seeing him like this made your stomach tighten. Sure, you were nothing but his mere assistant but how could you not worry for someone who would even sleep at work, someone who had taken such good care of you in so many years.
Recently, Damian had forgotten about his hobbies, he wouldn’t make appearances in social events and to top it all, every now and then he’d come to work with bruises all over his face and knuckles. Your boss’s state was horrible and after having been around him for so much time you couldn’t say that you didn’t care. Because you did, more than an assistant should, more than a person could. Damian had become such an essential part of your life and it felt like you needed him to keep living.

“I brought you some food, a coffee as you always take it and i finished the things you assigned me to do.” You said with a soft smile and sat on the chair across his office desk, setting all the goodies you had bought him on it.

“This work was supposed to… it was supposed to have you covered for all week” Damian sighed and once he rubbed his eyes again he set them on the big cup of coffee, eyeing it as if it was the most vital thing for his survival.

“Yes sir, but I wanted to help you. You can hand me twice the amount tomorrow. I promise it will be done”

“-tt- don’t over work yourself (Y/n).” At this point he was so into this coffee and the tortilla sandwich you had brought. He had forgotten how many hours ago was his last meal.

In the blink of an eye his eyes fell on yours. You were watching his every move as he ate with hunger, a look of fulfilment and tired happiness on your face. Every minute he regretted being rude at you in the beginning of your collaboration. You’d always be a good employee, always asking for more thing to do and you’d always make sure to take care of him. You were probably the most selfless and dedicated person he had met.


“Fucking delicious” Damian mumbled as he went on with chewing his food, it was indeed the most delicious sandwich he ever had in his entire life. “Please tell me you’ve brought more of this” He said after he swallowed and his eyes landed on the plastic bag on his office desk and its containers. There was one more sandwich and it probably wasn’t for him, you’ve been here for so long and he could hear your stomach from down the hall with all the silence that existed at this hour.

“You can have it sir, I’ll cook once I get home”

At this Damian nodded. He knew better than staring to be all stubborn around you because he knew you were damn stubborn as well. And he didn’t understand how or when, but it had stopped annoying him.


“Just take one bite (l/n) it won’t hurt. You can come with me for lunch tomorrow so I can repay you for all this” Damian spoke and sipped from his hot coffee, averting his eyes right in yours once again. You felt your heart skip a bit and your cheeks started burning, you just wanted Damian to keep staring at you forever and ever. With a swift move you took Damian’s hand in yours and slowly pushed it away, rubbing soothing circles on it.

For a strange reason he didn’t know if he could take his eyes off of you and he knew you never ceased on staring into his deep, forest green eyes. It acted like a trick as he got the sandwich closer to your mouth so you could freely take your bite.

“No sir, its fine, I promise”

Yet he could see the desperation and annoyance in your gaze as he bit down on your sandwich, the gulp that was so audible and the sharp exhales as you watched him eat. There was something inside him that loved that look on your face, it only reminded him how much he loved annoying people in his own special way, ever since he was a child, in his Robin days.

“You should probably leave, we don’t want your boyfriend waiting for you with an empty stomach right?” Damian smirk with his sandwich stuffed cheeks, you couldn’t help but think how adorable he looked, even sexy st the same time and you mentally slapped yourself.

‘get yourself together (Y/n), hes your boss’s


“Boyfriend, sir?”

“Oh, is it a girlfriend?” At This you laughed. Was he so oblivious?

“Sir, I don’t have any romantic partner in my life.”

Damian felt so relieved as he heard that, although he couldn’t understand the reason why. It was mayne because you were spending your whole damn life at this office, to the point he was afraid he’d lose his job for you, because you were the most hardworking person he had ever met. Or it was maybe because hed never seen you care about all those stuff. He had taken you to galas, to fancy red carpet parties to which he went to, only to prove the media that he was just like his father -but prettier- and you never flirted with anyone. Ever. St first he had thought that maybe you were eith someone and being very loyal but now that he knew that wasn’t the case he didnt know how to actually feel.

Maybe you had been hurt before in the past, but then again he didn’t k ow many things about your past, or maybe you wanted your career to come first and he totally respected that or maybe-

Wait…

Why was he thinking about all these stuff. Why was he curious about his employees love life, why did he look at you like he was star spangled when only the two of you were in this room, st this time of night and all by yourself, without anyone being able to interrupt. Why did he feel as if his skin was going to melt on the spot you had touched on his hand. He had tons of women begging for his attention at the very moment and yet here he was, feeling as if all these years he had worked with you he was in love with you.

He who had banned his employees from having affairs with each other so it wouldn’t mess up with their job.

No… this wasn’t him…

Damian didn’t have these thoughts for anyone. He didn’t have time for love and he had promised himself he wouldn’t end up like Dick, breaking hearts with a blink of his eye. Even though he didnt have time for love he always wanted to know how it felt to have someone to love and to be loved, to be taken care and take care of. In the blink of an eye the realisation hit him hard because he had been denying for so long, but he felt as if you were the answer to these questions and the thought of not being able to tell you just now, killed him.


“Sir are you alright?”

He heard your voice say and onlt then did his heart lower it’s pace. With a nod he gestured you to leave and after saying your goodnights you were gone for good, leaving Damian wonder how and why. Amd in which way he could come closer to you.

I’d like to read your thoughts on this and if you want me to turn this into a mini series or want me another part just tell me so and I’ll try to.

anonymous asked:

Hey hon! Good luck on the new blog ♡ Can we get some RFA + chubby!MC?

Thank you ! ;3; I went with headcanons, I hope that’s okay and I added V and Saeran since it’s my first request ~


Yoosung :

  • He loves it so much! He thinks it makes his s/o even cuter, doesn’t matter what’s chubby about them either, it’s more of his precious lovely s/o to hug and cuddle with in his eyes.
  • If they weren’t confident with their body, he’d spend his time complimenting them and he would constantly kiss the places they like the least.
  • I think Yoosung has to have a little bit of chub tbh, I mean he doesn’t exercise + sits all day eating junk so hah; if anything, it makes him more comfortable than his s/o is like him.

Zen :

  • He knows better than anyone that appearances don’t mean anything - he’d never judge someone on their physical appearance, let alone his darling.
  • If his s/o was uncomfortable with their weight, he’d spend his time roaming his hands all over their body and try to convince them to wear clothes they like but are too shy or uneasy to wear in public and just stay at home with him while he tells them how beautiful they are.
  • If they ever wanted to exercise with him, he’d be happy to teach them but more than anything, he’d rather make sure they’re comfortable with who they are and what they look like.
  • His mother used to tell him he was ugly and it really hurt him so he knows how much meaning words can carry and he’ll make sure his s/o is always being told how pretty they are because he’s convinced that the more they hear it, the more they’ll believe it themselves.

Jaehee :

  • I think after opening her coffee shop, Jaehee might gain some weight - nothing extreme - but since she bakes pastries for her business too, she has to taste them before putting them on the menu + now that she’s not a slave secretary anymore, she actually has the time to make her own food and eat three meals a day – which brings us to Jaehee and his s/o baking and eating together a whole tray of cookies on a lazy sunday and it’s great and there’s no reason to feel bad afterwards bc Jaehee’s baking is A++.
  • I don’t think she cares about appearances either, I mean sure, she goes on and on about Zen’s face but when it comes to her s/o, it’s different and she’d just want them to be happy and comfortable with their body bc she’s got more cookies that need to be tested.
  • + she’s a woman, she knows the pressure you can feel by living in a society that focuses so much on appearance (and I think it’s especially harsh in South Korea) so you can bet that she understands her s/o if they don’t feel like they look good enough bc she’s been there at one point of her life.

Jumin :

  • He may be a perfectionist but he also follows his own rules and standards; doesn’t matter if society says you have to be skinny to be pretty - in Jumin’s eyes, his s/o is the most perfect being in the whole world take that elizabeth and if someones talks shit on his s/o, he’ll ruin their life.
  • Does his s/o have trouble finding clothes that fit them well? Not anymore because now they have 5 stylists and fashion designers who’ll make anything they want just for them and it’ll always fit perfectly - regardless of the style of the clothes;
  • But I honestly don’t think he’d even realize his s/o is chubby, he’s a practical man and he focuses on what’s important aka his s/o is beautiful, amazing and perfect and he loves them.
  • So, I think his s/o would have to tell him if they were insecure about their body because it won’t even cross his mind that they could not like themselves.

707 :

  • He eats chips all day + sits in front of his computer; he’s even worse than Yoosung so he’s most definitely chubby but he’s hardly insecure about it and he’ll do everything he can for his s/o to be the same.
  • He’d constantly grab at the chubby parts of their body - is it their cheeks, their stomach, their thighs? doesn’t matter bc he’ll hold and squish and squeeze before rubbing his face on them like a cat - he might even purr if they brush his hair.
  • If they ever wanted to lose weight, he’d actually go on the same diet as them and exercise together. He’d be willing to give up on Honey Buddha chips and if that’s not a proof that he loves them then I don’t know what to tell you + he’d think it’s funnier to do these things together.

V :

  • He’s an artist + a pretty positive person who sees the best in people and he doesn’t care about appearances either - he sees beauty anywhere, in anything and anyone and his s/o is certainly not an exception.
  • Whether he’s blind or not, he’ll think his s/o is goshdang beautiful, he’ll smile like an idiot every time they cuddle and he gets to hold them / lie on top of them and he can trace his fingers on his s/o’s curves.
  • If he’s blind and his s/o was insecure, he’d seriously consider getting surgery for his eyes because his partner wouldn’t believe him when he said they were beautiful bc he couldn’t see them and he’d do anything for their well being and getting their confidence back.
  • Honestly, more chub = more of s/o = more to hug = happy V

Saeran :

  • With the life he’s had, judging other people’s physical appearance has never been anything he even considered doing. Maybe he was actually envious of other people who weren’t as skinny as him because they looked more healthy to him - since he had a weak health and a frail body, he always looked too thin in his opinion.
  • So having a chubby s/o might fascinate him because of the way their body would feel under his hands, how you didn’t see all their ribs protruding from their torso, unlike him. 
  • He might actually prefer a chubby s/o and would be a little sad if they wanted to lose weight because he’d miss their chub but as long as they’re okay with themselves, that’s all that matters - and if they’re not okay with themselves, he’d try to help them and in return, they’d help him accept himself.
My beauty (Tyler x FemReader) fluffy aghast

Originally posted by crankityler

(( gif not mine - WHY IS HE CUTE THOUGH ))

(A/n): WHY IS HE SO CuTE

Request:  Tyler imagine with a plus size reader and Tyler is insecure of his scars from surgery but she comforts him? (I love you blog even tho I’m new your like one of the few Tumblr’s who write for Tyler ) -bunny

Warnings: sad cuteness

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Someday’s were all for you. They pushed you forward to enjoy yourself and take time to see the beauty that truly was all around you.

They enveloped you in a warmth and pushed away your foreboding. They made you feel good about who you were.

Today was one of those days for you.

The air in the house seemed warmer, the lights seems brighter and everything seems more fragrant. A lovely day.

What was even better, was that you and your beloved were alone in the house for the whole day. Mark and Ethan, Amy and Kathryn all took time- either together or separately- outdoors.

Just you and Tyler.

So for this day, you decided a movie and cuddling was best.

“Tyloooorrrr~!” you called jokingly, swinging around one of the railing posts that outlined the stairwell. You fixed your gaze upward and called again “Tylooor!”

No direct answer was given to you.

Huffing a sigh, you pulled up the legs on your baggy sweats and jogged up the steps. At the top, you stopped for a moment, and looked left. Down to Tyler’s bedroom you walked.

“Ty?” you asked softly, knocked in a gentle manner as you entered his dorm.

Inside, you were confronted with the sight of Tyler huffing out small sobs.

Only small ones.

“Tyler-?” you rushed to his side almost hesitantly. In a collective gentle movement, you placed a solid hand on his shaky back and bent down slowly.

“What’s up, waterbug?” you questioned in a cute tone. Concern, you were sure, was written underneath your words.

“(Y/n), do I disgust you?” Tyler laughed.

Surprise quickly flushed through you. You opened your mouth but couldn’t speak.

“Because I disgust myself.” he finished with a quaint, sad hiccup.

“Tyler–”

“I really, really do…” he went on, looking down in dismay. His voice seemed to falter in a type of sad defeat.

“I see my scars everyday, and everyday they look back at me in hatred and unforgiving resentment.”

“Hey, don’t thi–” you were trying to make him stop. But… he needed to tell you what he thought.

“They aren’t even my fault! It’s not my fault I almost died-! It’s not… is the price for life a disgusting appearance?”

Tyler sounded broken and run down. What he wanted was closure, what he needed was reassurance.

“You are not disgusting,” you finally stated as a fact.

“you are lovely.”

So many words could have crossed his mind before Tyler could actually understand what you were trying to say.

“But…” he spoke.

“Look at me, Tyler.”

He did. The male looked at the one person he loved so much. As his partner, his best friend, his one and only.

“I don’t always love how my muffin top is visible through some shirts. I don’t always love how my thighs and calves completely touch. I don’t always love how my cheeks are a little chubby.”

You listed off your own insecurities in the face of Tyler’s.

“You don’t have to love your scars all the time either. But they are apart of you now. They show how much you fought to keep your life- they tell people your survival story.”

Your words seemed to sink into Tyler’s mind and more importantly; Tyler’s heart. He had to admit, you were right.

Maybe he didn’t love what he looked like twenty four seven- and that’s okay.

You continued and finished with “The best thing now is… we are both healthy- and healthy together.”

It was making sense to him. The tall male looked into your eyes for one long minute. Simply thinking about everything this conversation meant to him.

In one, fluid motion, he reached up and cupped his warm hand around your soft cheek. Tyler pulled you down in a desperate kiss.

He needed to feel you- to know that this wasn’t all for nothing.

You let your own hand hang off his arm, kissing Tyler back with as much passion as you were receiving.

Everything was definitely warm; filled with love.

“You are my beauty, you know that?” Tyler whispered as he pulled back “And my life saver…”

You smiled at him and bumped your forehead into his.

“Tyler I was thinking that we could watch a movie and cuddle today?” you asked him joyously, enjoying staring into his captive blue eyes.

“Sure~” he released you and stood up “Which movie, my love?” The brunette pondered in his deep voice. Some tears were wiped clean with the back of his large hand.

Nothing could stop the matching dopey smiles that slid onto both of your faces.

“I was thinking Beauty and The Beast.

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(A/n): it ain’t easy

bein’ cheesy

Tired [Part: 3]
  • Pairing: Jerome Valeska/Joker x Reader x Peter Parker/Spiderman.
  • AU included: DC/MARVEL
  • Prompt: You had enough with Jerome as he keeps seducing other girls in front of you so you plan to leave him and go to New York. Where you will find yourself stuck in the web of another bug who will fall in love with you.

Aye! The author is back! I was procrastinating and stalking RDJ and his gorgeous posts lolol; Anyways, I don’t really know how to introduce Spidey that well and sorry if he’s OOC I’m not really a big fan of Spiderman but found him as a great potential lover for the reader. Also hope you enjoy this story! AND ALSO THANK YOU FOR THE LOVING MY STORY, YOU DON’T KNOW HOW HAPPY I AM BECAUSE OF THAT! Ps. This chapter is more like a filler but I PROMISE THAT IT WOULD DO GREATER IN THE FUTURE AND ALSO MORE JEROMEYYYY SCENESSSSSSS!!!!!! Gotta love the joker ;)

PART [1] [2] [4]

You woke to find yourself in an unfamiliar room, filled with posters and blueprints around. Some old collectible stuff where there just sitting. You groggily sat up but were meet with a migraine, you scrunched your nose and stroked your forehead groaning.

Where am I?” you asked yourself.

“I went to New York, Jerome called me and I destroyed my cellphone so they couldn’t track me. Then I stole some devices and then meet this spider dude who was powers or something…” just then with your re-calling you heard someone entered the room with a bucket, he was wearing a pizza shirt and a hoodie along with pants. You snatched the nearest thing that was beside you, a Gameboy and held it up high and moved your body into a fighting stance.

The boy apparently a teen looked shock and dropped the bucket as it collapsed onto the ground. Luckily the fall made it stand on a vertical formation not in horizontal. That would make it harder to clean. It spilled some water on the floor and now that you had a good look at it you found a cloth in it. He approached you as his facial aspect morphed and screamed hysteria, “N-no! That’s one of my collectibles.” He yanked the Gameboy and placed it gently on the counter.

“Damn… I spilled some water.” He said putting both of his hand behind his head and puffed some air. Stress overcoming him but he just sighed it away. He returned his attention to you, “Hey, umm. Miss? Are you okay now, do you feel light headed or anything?” his expression changed to a genuine worry as he looked at you placing a hand on your forehead.

“Uh, I’m fine? Who are you, why am I here? Do you see someone in spider costume, that bitch need to pay.” You slapped his hand away. He looked at you in a sassy way but when he opened his mouth to answer your questions you stood then looked at a trap door that was above. “Ooh, what’s this?”

“No, no! Don’t open that!”

As soon as you opened it a familiar spider suit fell down, your eyes widened and you looked at the brunette boy next to you that looked at you wide eyes too.

“That—eh ha-ha, well—“

Without letting him explain you started to kick him while he dodged it. It didn’t last long because the room was little. He proceeded to fire some web at you that made attached to the wall with an ‘”Oof!” You groaned in pain and glared at him.

He sighed, scratching the nape of his neck. “Please let me talk first, alright?” his index finger up in a telling manner. You spitted on him, which made him gape. “I did not expected that.” You mumbled incoherent words while struggling to get out of the sticky liquid. He proceeded to wipe the saliva stain on his face and clothes while he looked at it disgustingly and just removed his jacket.

“Alright listen to me ma’am.” He started, now pissed off.

“I am Peter Parker, alter ego Spiderman.  The one you called, ahem ‘Bitch’. You are here because well, I don’t— Err it’s complicated to explain but I guess I felt bad and you know… Took you in I guess?” he explained, cringing because he found it cheesy.

“You have been here for a day because you managed to catch cold. Which is quite unusual since the last time I saw you running you look like you’re pumped up ma’am.” You stared at him, raising an eyebrow. “Look, my intention is good. I just want to help, I even lied to the officer.”

“Wait, why did you lie exactly?”

“Well… I’m not sure if you want to hear this but I think it includes of a person named ‘Jerome’ that you kept screaming.” At the sentence of his, you now remembered. Your face full of embarrassment now as you stared down, you couldn’t believe yourself that you broke down in front of a spider, spitting, web, human, hybrid shit.  “I know that you’re mentally ill, since it is quite obvious actually. I just want to help you.” He smiled “I know deep down that you want to be sane again.”

You stared at him, maintaining eye contact. “How do I know that I can trust you?”

He looked at you bewildered,  “Funny that sentence came from a thief but—-Spiderman? Hero? The one who caught one of the mightiest hero’s shield? Does that ring any bell?”

“Yeah—- The thing is I’m not from here.”

Oh God Dammit!

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Peter removed you out of the web and started to tell you the latest news here in New York. You won’t admit it but it seems like you two became close friends in such a small amount of time, which amazed both of you. You told him your life in Gotham since you noticed that he started to trust you by telling his story and how he became Spiderman. You told about the former group you were in, your best friend Barbara and Jerome. He started to comfort you when he noticed you were starting to choke up on your own words and sob between sentences. You both continued telling the adventures of both of your life, laughing and crying. You both cherished this moment, between two strangers. Both of you appreciated each other’s company.

“You know what, I can’t believe that you are actually giving your trust to a former killer.”

“I believe in second chances.” He smiled, you stared at him smirking and punching him playfully on the arm. “That sounds so cheesy, may I ask why?”

“Maybe some other time.” He chuckled. “Oh, and by the way. You seemed actually pretty normal right now, you know with the disorders and thing.”

You nodded, “Well… I’m taking medications. I’m actually curable, just like you said spider boy. The reason why I’m in Arkham is because I’m like a disciple of Jerome.”

“Well, at least you’re doing okay now.”

Yeah—“

A loud bang of the door can be heard outside of Peter’s bedroom. They perked up as he heard a woman’s voice following by a male, both were chortling and conversing. “Stay right here,” he stood and stepped towards the door. “What if they’re thieves? I could help with that!” you hoisted your hand in a childish manner, which made him roll his eyes. “You’ll probably just kill them if that’s the case.” Speaking of a dark humor. You stuck out your tongue at him as he left. You have nothing to do so you looked at the surrounding, you haven’t noticed the smaller details before actually.

The wardrobe was full of jackets, long sleeves, and the unfashionable ones. Again wandering you saw portraits, one was Peter playing the other one is a picture of an old man and woman, the little Peter Parker on the middle beaming.

“This must be his Aunt… Who’s the old man though?” you tried to remember other individuals he told about you but couldn’t think of any persons that could resemble the old man in the story he told about his.

Just you were about to look more, you heard the door open and shut with a panting Peter. He looked at you in panic and started to push you towards the large closet, “Hey! What are you doing? —“

“No time to explain, I just need you to hide—“

Peter, remind me if you’re a superhero or not. Why is a top notch hooligan inside your room?”

A man wearing an aviator sunglasses and in a suit entered, not amused. Peter laid his eyes upon the man in fear, “M-Mr. Stark, funny seeing you he-here.”

“We just meet ago Parker. Also your unusually attractive aunt doesn’t really know how to bake scones, have you told her about it?” he said, spewing some of the food into the trash bin while wiping his mouth.  He then proceeded to approximate towards you, palms pressed together. You couldn’t help but feel a little daunted.

(Y/N) (L/N), parents deceased from an accident at nine years old. Has been transferred to an Orphanage called TKOG but after a few months escaped. Jean Bautista, a former gymnast from Haly’s Circus has found you. That’s the place where you befriend your current partner Jerome Valeska; he introduced you to killing when you were at the age of fourteen. First kill was at the birthday party of Steven Stewart, you were detained in prison thirteen times and has escaped from jail thirteen times without the help of your partner. Caught by some citizens red handed and has been placed to Arkham Asylum at the age of sixteen, diagnosed with mild OCD, HPD and a syndrome called Hybristophilia. Escaped and is a member of MANIAX, former for all I know now. I didn’t knew you called quits and gone to New York, at least the current news informed me that. Also, I think you have been replaced by a cute insane chick named Harley.”

You winced at the words he said, the name Harley and the word partner. “Who are you?” you looked at him in bemusement, this guy just literally summarized your whole life. He stared at Peter; amusement could be read all over his face.

“This is the first time someone didn’t knew me. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, the one and only Tony Stark kiddo.”

Peter looked at you, “He’s one of the earth’s mightiest hero, Ironman.”

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Softly, Hallelujah

For @axilarts​ / @axileana​, to whom I promised hurt!Newt to.

It’s in the middle of a meeting when Graves suddenly feels the band on his finger grow hot and agitated. He stops mid sentence, hands braced down on the end of the conference room table, as images flash across his mind’s eye – quick snap shots of things until finally, he has what he needs.

He presses his thumb to the underside of his ring finger and against the band itself and says, “I’m coming, hang on,” before turning to the room at large.

“Director Graves,” Picquery blinks, cool and composed but he can see in her gaze that she has at least some inkling of what has happened. “Everything alright?”

“I am afraid I must excuse myself,” is all he says and then he’s abusing his high security clearance to disapparate out of the meeting room and into the living room of the flat he shares with a certain Magizoologist. He finds the case atop their bed, a rather nervous looking Dougal sitting on its top most step – peering out, waiting.  The moment it sees him, it dips back into the case; obviously aware of what Graves has come for. Graves follows him down in a hurry, his feet flying down the rickety ladder, only to find that Newt is not in his little shack.

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Issues- Part Seventeen

ISSUES

Negan x you

When the saviours turn up early Negan comes face to face with one of the secrets Rick has been keeping from him. His eldest daughter.

Warning

Death, violence, and of course swearing! 

Word count-2,308

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Part Seventeen

Before I could open the door my body froze which caused Negan to almost knock into me from behind. Not that I would be complaining about that if he did.

Turning around to face him I opened my mouth but quickly shut it again. 

Unable to form the words spinning in my mind. How can I explain that I don’t want him to gloat at what was about to happen. Just because I wasn’t fighting him on it didn’t mean that I agreed with it, that I wanted him to to do it. 

Truth be told I don’t think he really wanted to do it either. I think he just did it because he had to, if he didn’t he wouldn’t be in charge for long and he wouldn’t be protected, he wouldn’t be able to protect all of the people who he does. Including me.

“What is it doll?” His face softened while I was stuck in thought “Just spit it out y/n” he always knows.

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Speak Now (Chris Evans AU)

no hard feelings on jenny slate!!! i was more than upset when they broke up actually she’s a good girlfriend and SHE VOICED BELLWETHER IN ZOOTOPIA LIKE ????? 

song used: speak now by taylor swift

Y/N sat in the minivan, her eyes steadied on her lap. Her hands were touching the pale blue dress that she wore, in honor of the wedding.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Scarlett asked her, her green eyes soft. Y/N smiled at her concern, even if they haven’t seen each other for nearly a decade. “I know you’re upset about not getting invited, but I’m sure it was Jenny’s fault. I heard from somewhere that she erased your name from the list of people she invited. Certainly, if he could have the chance, he would invite you first. You were his best friend, after all.”

Were. Were.

Y/N nodded slowly, ignoring the looks she was getting from Scarlett.

“We’re here. I think the others are inside getting dressed. Sebastian will meet us at the entrance.” Anthony said from the driver’s seat, parking the minivan in the church parking lot. “Y/N, stop it with the long face. It’s not like we can tell Chris he can’t marry her.” Anthony said bluntly.

“I—I know.” Y/N said, her voice cracking at the end. Scarlett and Anthony’s gazes on her softened. She shook her head as she started getting intimidated by their staring. “Let’s just get inside, yeah?”

Both of her friends nodded and they stepped out of the minivan, Y/N following in suite. Her flats hit the pavement almost with no sound and she smiled bittersweetly at the sight of the roses decorated outside of the church.

She watched as Scarlett and Anthony made their way to the church, and she followed behind quietly. She stepped onto the marble stairs and were ushered in by the duo, who followed her inside the decorated hall.

“Names?” the man standing at a desk asked them.

“Anthony Mackie.” Anthony said, his eyes darting to Y/N. “Scarlett Johansson, and uh, Y/N Y/L/N.” he finished, and Y/N could tell by the man’s expression that she wasn’t on the list of guests.

“Um, sir, I don’t see anyone by the name of Y/N Y/L/N on the list.” He looked at the other two. “You both can go inside now—“

“Anthony? Scarlett?” Y/N jumped at the all-too familiar voice of Chris, who walked into the church entrance. His eyes widened when he saw Y/N with them. “Y/N? Y-you came! I’m so glad you could come!” He made his way past the guard, grabbing her by the wrist and bringing her to his chest, hugging her tightly.

Y/N was surprised, considering the last time she saw the boy, the circumstances hadn’t been brilliant. But nonetheless, she hugged him back, a ghost smile on her face.

“I—but the problem is,” she began after pulling away from Chris’s hug. “I—I never actually got invited …” she said awkwardly. Chris blinked for a second before turning the man behind him, who gulped in fear.

“Add Y/N Y/L/N to the guest list, please.”

Y/N smiled; she glad to see Chris hadn’t changed his gentlemanly ways, even with a selfish bride.

“Excuse me, but where are the mints?” Y/N turned around to see a lady in a blue pantsuit ask her, her nose turned up in disgust. “You aren’t supposed to be in here, you’re supposed to be in the back. I should tell Jenny to fire you.”

“Mrs. Slate!” Chris jumped at the woman, while Y/N stood there, flustered, red, and confused. “This is my friend, Y/N. She—she’s not one of the caterers.” he cleared up, the lady narrowing her eyes at her.

She was supposed to be Chris’s mother-in-law?

“Oh,” she murmured. “You just seemed to look like you wore a cheap uniform, so I assumed as much.” she said bitterly, causing Y/N to look down to her feet in embarrassment. The woman walked past them, not bothering to check in, towards the back of the church.

Y/N ignored Scarlett and Anthony’s eyes that were looking at her nervously, as Chris cleared his throat in an attempt to settle the awkwardness.

“A-anyways, let me show you around! Sebastian should be upstairs getting ready, and I’m sure he’d be happy to see you all!” Chris said cheerfully.

Y/N stepped into line behind Scarlett and Anthony, following Chris through the pews to the stairs where Sebastian stood at the top, his eyes cast to the mirror in front of him. He gave a smile to Y/N when he noticed her appearance, glad to see her get into the wedding without too much trouble.

“Hey, you guys.” He greeted, giving his two friends a great friendship hug before giving Y/N a personalized hug of her own. As she went to pull away, he asked her, “You okay?” She nodded.

“Uh, Scarlett, Anthony want to come over and see some … cool stuff?” Chris said awkwardly, but was able to convince his two friends and they left the room, leaving Sebastian and Y/N alone.

“He shouldn’t be marrying her.” Sebastian said, sighing as he sat down on the red leather couch. “You should be the one he’s marrying. He doesn’t love her. I know it. If you would say something—“

UGH! Christine! You ruined my nail polish!

The two jumped in surprise when the shrilly voice of Chris’s bride was heard from the other room. One of the bridesmaids was apologizing profusely, but Jenny was having none of it.

Since you ruined my nail polish, I’ll ruin your whole look with nail polish!

Multiple gasps erupted from the room and two things dropped to the floor, to what Y/N could assume were nail polish bottles. Soon enough, the door of the room opened and Christine was running away with sobs escaping her mouth. She could only imagine that Jenny spilled hot pink and baby blue nail polish not only on her dress but literally on her hair and makeup.

She turned back to Sebastian, who now had an expression that said see-what-I-mean? “Sebastian, don’t say that.” she said, stubbornly ignoring the thoughts of Chris getting on one knee with a ring in his hand, asking for her hand of marriage. “He—he must love her … why else would he marry her? It won’t make sense, then.” she trailed off, her head turning away from him.

“He still loves you even though he has been with Jenny for a long time.” Sebastian stated. “Admit it, you still love him, and you’re afraid to face your feelings.” His voice was stern, and Y/N tensed up, turning her head back to him. “If you don’t say something, you’ll ruin his whole life.”

“I don’t want to ruin their wedding, Sebastian.” Y/N growled, growing angry. Sebastian scoffed and smirked. He stood up and leaned down to her ear. “Trust me,” he whispered. “This isn’t the wedding Chris needs to be in.”


Y/N sat in the pew quietly. Small flower girls tossed an assortment of several flowers. After a few minutes of the little girls prancing around the aisle, tossing enough flower petals to make any allergic person sneeze a couple times, the wedding music began to play.

When the bridesmaids and groomsmen walked down the aisle, Anthony was, unfortunately, missing a partner. Y/N looked away from them, feeling grief for Christine. She looked at Chris on the altar, who nervously tapped his thigh. Their eyes met for a moment, but Y/N looked away quickly to prevent herself from bursting into tears. She’d ruin Jenny’s big day if she looked at him, even if she was already ruining her life from the start.

The bridesmaids and groomsmen stopped across from Sebastian, the bridesmaids eyeing the boy who seemed uninterested in them. Soon all the eyes were on the bride, who looked like a big cotton ball beside her small father. Y/N figured she got all her traits from her mother.

Jenny side-eyed Y/N, hatred burning brightly in her eyes. She watched her smile turn into a nasty look for a moment. Y/N could only look away in embarrassment, losing against their little contest at who was better at being better.

Her eyes met Chris’s again as Jenny took her place next to him. The bridesmaids and groomsmen had to shuffle around to let her gigantic dress through. His eyes twinkled at her for a moment before he turned to the young woman next to him, smiling an obviously fake smile.

Y/N could only look down to her hands. You were not about to ruin her big day.


Y/N stared at the couple as they began to exchange vows, Chris going first.

“I love every,” he paused, glancing at Y/N, but he went unnoticed. “E-every quality that my lovely bride-to-be has. All of her, uh,” he paused again and glanced at his shoes. Y/N’s eyes locked with Sebastian’s. He was looking at her as if he wants her to stand up and stop the whole wedding.

She shook her head and forced her head down.

She wouldn’t ruin their wedding.

“All of her flaws,” Chris gulped, sweating under all the gazes on him. “They’re—they’re not even flaws, to me …” He continued to talk in a shaky manner, and Y/N watched his bride’s expression grow angrier every time he paused, the same time Y/N grew even more upset about the entire situation.

She couldn’t ruin their wedding.

Even if the bride is ruining her life.

She listened to Jenny say her own vows, quickly and every now and then she’d give Chris’s triceps a squeeze, causing his smile to fall a little more every minute.

He truly looked unhappy.

No.

She wouldn’t. She couldn’t.

Then the preacher began to say vows, Chris gulping every time he responded, tugging at the collar of the white dress shirt he wore. Jenny only held and squeezed his arm, clearly trying to calm him down and make him look good on their special day. Her special day.

Y/N knew that he hated it when someone squeezes his arms; he always preferred hugs. She felt terrible for even coming to this wedding, because she just had to do this.

Not for Scarlett, Anthony, Sebastian, or anyone else.

But for herself.

And for Chris.

“Do we have any objections to these two getting married?” the preacher asked. Y/N locked eyes with Sebastian and she gulped nervously. She stood up slowly, inhaling sharply.

“I object to this marriage.”

Y/N looked at Chris who seemed almost … relieved.

“I-I object to this marriage, because—because I know Chris wouldn’t marry a woman like Jenny, who only likes him because of his popularity and wealth.” she said, now feeling the courage she needed bubble inside of her. “Chris is a—a sweet, loving, wonderful guy. A woman like Jenny doesn’t deserve someone as amazing as him.”

Y/N took a deep breath. “I-I had a chance to be with him, but I wasted it away. I want another chance, Chris.” she croaked out. “You aren’t truly happy with her, are you?” she said, her voice strained at the end. Chris took his arm off of Jenny’s, who now stood alone on the altar, mortified and furious.

Y/N could see the smile on Sebastian’s face as Chris walked down the aisle, his face a mixture of happiness, relief, and pain. She didn’t have to wait for him to make the next move, she just hugged him. She felt him cry to her shoulder.

“You ruined my wedding!” Jenny shrieked, racing towards the two, but was quickly stopped by Sebastian, who glowered menacingly at her.

“Am I worthy of a second chance?” Y/N asked, who was now starting to cry. Chris nodded, and she hugged him tighter, burying her face on the crook of his neck. “You spoke up for me, Y/N. Why wouldn’t I give you a second chance?”

Y/N shouldn’t have ruined their wedding, but Jenny would’ve ruined Chris’s life.

When they said, “Speak now.”

The Boy Who Lived

HARRY: I shouldn’t have survived – it was my destiny to die – even Dumbledore thought so – and yet I lived. I beat Voldemort. All these people – my parents, Fred, the Fallen Fifty – and it’s me that gets to live? How is that? All this damage – and it’s my fault.

GINNY: They were killed by Voldemort.

HARRY: But if I’d stopped him sooner? All that blood on my hands. And now our son has been taken too–

GINNY: He’s not dead. Do you hear me Harry? He’s not dead.

HARRY: The Boy Who Lived. How many people have to die for the Boy Who Lived?

- HP&TCH, Act Four, Scene Six

We learned in Philosopher’s Stone that Harry’d deepest desire was to be reunited with his family. To have a family. And we see at the end of Deathly Hallows, that he’s achieved this desire. He’s married to Ginny and has three children. His children. For the first time in his life, he’s surrounded by loving blood relatives. And you know that makes him happy, happier than anything else.

But deep down–or maybe not so deep down–he doesn’t think he deserves that happiness. He looks at all the people who didn’t grow up to have families of their own. The people who lost family members, who lost siblings, parents, children, partners. And then he looks at what he has and, believing so tragically that the deaths rest on his own shoulders, thinks he doesn’t deserve it. One of Harry’s central motivating forces is his desire to save people, and he wasn’t able to save everyone.

So, hold that in your mind as you read the next bit.

ALBUS: The poor orphan who went on to save us all – so may I say – on behalf of wizarding world kind. How grateful we are for your heroism. Should we bow now or will a curtsey do?

HARRY: Albus, please – you know, I’ve never wanted gratitude.

ALBUS: But right now I’m overflowing with it – it must be the kind gift of this mouldy blanket that did it…

HARRY: Mouldy blanket?

ALBUS: What did you think would happen? We’d hug. I’d tell you I always loved you? What?

HARRY: (finally losing his temper) You know what? I’m done with being made responsible for your unhappiness. At least you’ve got a dad. Because I didn’t, okay?

ALBUS: And you think that was unlucky? I don’t.

HARRY: You wish me dead?

ALBUS: No! I just wish you weren’t my dad.

HARRY: (seeing red) Well, there are times I wish you weren’t my son.

(There’s a silence. Albus nods. Pause. Harry realises what he’s said.)

HARRY: No, I didn’t mean that…

- HP&TCC, Act One, Scene Seven

Harry breaks right after Albus implies that he’s never loved him. And then again when Albus says he wishes Harry wasn’t his father. Because Albus, unknowingly, has just confirmed what Harry believes deep down. He’s not worthy of his family’s love. He doesn’t deserve them. He doesn’t deserve that happiness. He didn’t even know what he was saying to Albus as he said it.

And I’m thinking–the process Harry goes through in the course of the play, his efforts to see Albus for who he really is–that has as much to do with healing himself as it does to do with mending his relationship with Albus. By learning how to be a good parent to Albus, he’s proving to himself that he’s worthy of being loved.

NCIS One Shot: Kiss the Gunner’s Daughter

Summary: You’re dating McGee. McGee’s boss is your father. Gibbs doesn’t know you’re dating McGee. You don’t know McGee’s boss is your father. McGee doesn’t know you’re Gibbs’s daughter. Guess you all had to find out somehow. No wonder DiNozzo can’t stop laughing.

Word Count: 1.3k

Requested By: Anon

Warnings: None

Notes: I’m not dead, I swear. I think of this blog everyday, I’m just so short on time :(. But here you go! Enjoy!

Originally posted by justbacktothegoodolddays


Kiss the Gunner’s Daughter: A sailor about to receive punishment (usually flogging)


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