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Soft Spot

Eobard Thawne x reader

Y/H/C your hair color Y/N your name

Word count - 605

Eobard, was the first to wake up. His neck hurt. He was still sitting up on the couch with his head laid against the back of the couch. He moved slightly but stopped when he felt pressure on his left thigh. He tried to move his hand but found that it was tangled in some sort of…String? Slowly he opened his eyes, and looked down. Lying next to him, curled up on the couch, Y/N had her head on his thigh, facing toward him. His hand was tangled in her Y/H/C hair. She looked so beautiful. So peaceful. He couldn’t remember the last time she’d looked like that. He didn’t move, knowing that as soon as she woke up that she would go back to the same old routine-‘I hate you’-'You should go die somewhere’-'Go run off a bridge.’-'How do you live with yourself.’-'I wish I’d never met you’.
He sat, and admired her beautiful, calm, features. He was lost in thought, and didn’t even notice when she opened her eyes.
“Hi.” She said dryly.
Eobard jumped surprised at the sound of her voice. “Um-Y/N. Hi. Good morning.”
Y/N yawned. “Yeah, likewise.”
She tried to sit up, but Eobard put a hand on her chest, and pinned her back down.
“You had a long day yesterday, why don’t you go back to sleep.” He wasn’t ready to let her peaceful expression fade yet.
Y/N blinked at him, annoyed. “I’m not tired anymore. Plus, it’s not like you’re going to cook breakfast.”
“I’ll go out and get something. It’ll be fast, and you won’t have to get up.” He replied still holding her down.
“What? You, will go out and get us food. Like fast food? Big Belly Burger food?” Y/N was really confused now. Usually Eobard started out the day by making snarky comments, or giving her threatening looks from across the breakfast table. He sure as hell never offered to help with anything.
“Yeah, if you want that. I’ll get you what ever you want.”
With that she frowned at him.
“Is it April fools day?”
“Wha-No. It’s not April fools day”
“No, I know it isn’t because I specifically remember that I missed April fools day because you decided that you were going to run around and be a jackass all day.”
He smiled at her “Yeah, I remember that. So what do you want to eat, hey I can get you some french fries and melted chocolate ice cream if you want.”
“You did something really bad and now your trying to make up for it before I figure out what it is.” She decided
“Or maybe you haven’t done it yet and your already apologizing.”
“Are you planning to kill me?” Somehow she managed to escape his grasp, and sat up next to him, her hair sticking out in all different directions.
“Y/N, I’m not planning to kill you. I also didn’t do anything to you, nor am I planning to do anything, this is not a way of apologizing to you, in any way shape or-” He stopped himself thinking for a moment. “Okay, it is an apology, but not for what you think.”
“Right, well I’m done talking to you. Go get some food,” Y/N reached for her purse “and get back as fast as you can.” She handed him two 20$ bills, but he declined.
“Y/N, I’m fast, money isn’t a necessity for me.”
He raced off, a gust of wind hitting Y/N as he did.
She sighed, finding herself to be actually worried about why he was doing this.


Happy birthday to Ignis Scientia! (2/7) ✨✨👓🍴🔥🎂🎊🎁✨✨

i wonder if root was ever as iconic as john was among new yorkers like we know john was “the man in the suit” but was root ever “that one chick who is everyone” like was there a forum for people trying to figure out what the hell she actually did for a living or how she could possibly do all the jobs she’s been seen doing did people just have casual conversation like yeah that one brunette who was our barista last week was my yoga instructor this week and their friend will be like oh cool i just saw her as an italian chef i hope she’s living her dreams

The difference between Iron Man and some other movies is that there’s no spider bite; there’s no magic bullet where a hero is born. We had to build him. We wanted people to remember that there’s a person inside that suit, and it will hurt if he falls
—  Don’t know where I read it but this shit hit me like a train.

The faces guitarists make when playing. The poses they have when playing. The smiles they flash at the crowd when playing. The guitar tricks they do. Guitarists. If this sight isn’t the most beautiful thing on the planet I don’t know what is. 

anonymous asked:

*inhales deeply* How the fUCK do you draw the little ruffle things on the Hamiltime clothes?? I CANT DO IT!!

More often than not I do the “i’m lazy as fuck & don’t want to actually deal w/ a cravat” cravat lmao