maybe even an hour

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Smile, I bet it's lovely {legit worried about the boys, all they do is film all day while getting like 2 hours of sleep, maybe not even that. Like they need to rest and stay healthy, idek} Random compliment 9/365

:’)) and gosh I know right? They look like they just don’t stop for one sec… They look nice on the videos and like they are having fun, but how can we know if it’s not just for the camera I mean…. aish i get really worried too 

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drawings from the stream!! thank you so much again to everyone who came it was really fun <3!!

How long the signs can go without talking to someone
  • Aries: about a day because they're reasonable and will want to resolve whatever happened, will probably be angry but thats fine
  • Taurus: 3 minutes before they start yelling at you again
  • Gemini: a good 2 days if you made them rather mad but won't wanna stay in that weird awkward no talking phase
  • Cancer: a peacemaker so probably like a minute
  • Leo: a couple months, maybe even years if they can't be bothered anymore
  • Virgo: 7 hours, they don't wanna seem desperate but still wanna be social and have friends
  • Libra: 12 minutes because their life is their friends
  • Scorpio: either an hour or a year there is no inbetween
  • Sagittarius: will be passive aggressive, probably gives like 8 weeks of toleration before they initiate sussing it out properly
  • Capricorn: eternity.
  • Aquarius: hates hates being in the no talking zone and having 'beef' with people, so abouts half an hour
  • Pisces: 2 SECONDS FLAT

Okay so a Les Mis story that begins like a coffeeshop AU, with all the attendant tropes, and then 90% of the way through, the characters show up for work one morning and the door’s padlocked and the cafe owner is being led away in handcuffs. and enjolras and courfeyrac are like “yeah, uh about that” because it turns out they were only working there to write an expose on the company’s lower-than-legal wages and discriminatory hiring practices.

and then courfeyrac takes everyone out for “sorry we got your employer arrested” drinks.

  • me: i don't doubt the outcome of jiuen's fate but this is probably going to take some major build up and effort from both bum and sangwoo to get yoon bum to go through with-
  • bum: 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪
  • me:

tbh the gods could never offer annabeth chase immortality, because the second she steps into that throne room she’ll gain power from followers alone, i know i - an avid reader of annabeth chase and the olympians - would most definetely convert to,

Love Me Back - Peter Parker

Summary: Y/N is Peter’s best friend and she’s in love with him (CLICHE I KNOW), however he’s in love with someone else.

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 2000 exactly!

A/N: This is kinda sucky not gonna lie, but we’ll see. I’m trying to improve on setting scenes and stuff. I think I’m decent at writing emotions, but not on describing them in detail… (also posting from mobile!!) ANYWAY I had fun writing the end and I hope you enjoy!!

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The bell had just rung for first period was Peter walked up to you. “Hey Pete.”

“Hey Y/N. Did you hear about Liz?” His face lit up whenever he spoke about Liz, but you always ignored it. You were too focused on him in general; You were in love with the boy.

“No, did something happen?” You frowned.

“Nah, she’s just having a party and she invited me, you, Ned and Michelle.”

“You know she doesn’t like to
be called Michelle, it’s MJ now.”
“She’ll always be Michelle whether she likes it or not.” He said with a smirk on his face. You could feel your heart pounding and the butterflies in your stomach whenever you were with him. Everything Peter did could make you melt…

“I don’t think I’m gonna go to the party… It’s just-”

“Not your thing?” MJ interrupted. “Even I’m going, Y/N. You have to!”

She leaned in to you. “Peter told me he’s gonna confess to Liz tonight, you have to!”

You shook your head. “Sorry Pete, I’ll have to think about it. MJ, we should get to French class.”

“Bye Y/N, Bye Michelle.” He emphasized Michelle, and she narrowed her eyes.

“It’s MJ!”

As you two got farther away from Peter, you began interrogating her. “How did you find this out… And why is he?”

“He told me after Liz invited us, and I’m not sure why exactly… But like I said before, you should go because it might be your last chance.”

“I hate parties.” You let out a sigh. Peter had been head over heels in love with Liz since seventh grade. It was annoying at first, but now it just hurt you, because you were head over heels in love with him. “However, if tonight’s the night then…”

“Yes! You’re finally gonna do it!” MJ almost yelled.

“Shhh, keep your voice down MJ.” You laughed.

You walked into Liz’s party wearing more make-up than normal, a tight black dress, and heels that really made your legs look nice. You obviously looked good on purpose; tonight was going to be your night. The loud atmosphere was suffocating and hot, which was reason number one why you hated parties. Flash Thompson was yelling “Penis Parker”, and you could see Peter with Ned in the corner. He looked annoyed with Flash, but then he locked eyes with you. Your heart fluttered, and you gave Peter a small wave. He was just starting to walk towards you when MJ appeared almost out of no-where.

“You came. I kinda wish I didn’t come now, though.” She looked around.

You leaned in and whispered, “Nice cock-block, Peter was just walking over to me!”

You leaned over her shoulder to look for Peter. You had to tell him how you felt tonight, otherwise you might lose him to Liz.

“Why don’t we do something for awhile… Like, hide from all of these people?”

“Michelle, we’ll be fine!” You laughed. “But if-” You began, only to be interrupted…

“Damn Y/N, you look really good tonight!” Flash said towards you. He scanned your body and gave you a grin. He always hit on you at school, but right now was a new experience. “Do you think you wanna maybe dance with me tonight?”
You rolled your eyes at him.

“I reject you at school, and I’ll reject you here too, Flash. No, please leave us alone…”

Flash left you alone for the rest of the night, but you got some more attention from some asshole seniors. You thought it was funny how once you showed off your curves, they were suddenly interested in you.

You had lost MJ awhile back, so you were alone in a crowd of people. You were squeezing your way in between bodies when your arm was grabbed. It was Liz. She pulled you towards a group, which consisted of MJ, Ned, a guy from your English class, and Peter. When you joined the group, all eyes turned to you.

“Y/N, I was looking for you!” MJ said impatiently.

“Sorry, I got caught up with Flash again. He won’t leave me alone…”

Peter laughed. “Well if you hadn’t dressed like that-”

“Excuse me? God forbid I wanted to look nice, Peter.”

He didn’t say anything to you after that. The conversation was carried on in the group, and you wish you’d paid attention to Liz and Peter… The way they looked at eachother you should’ve known something was up, but you were oblivious and the night continued on.

The group eventually dispersed, and you had gone to the bathroom to take a break. It’d been a long night, so you decided to leave. You were on your way out when someone outside caught your eye. It was Peter.

Cold licked at your face and crept under your clothes as you pushed open the glass door. You saw Peter looking up at the stars, and you contemplated for a moment if this moment could be anymore perfect. When the door behind you shut, Peter’s head snapped to you, and you could see the corners of his mouth slide upwards. The moonlight spilled onto his chest and shoulders.

You stepped towards Peter, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. This was going to be your moment, you just felt it. You stood next to him, watching as he stared at the stars.

“The stars really are something, aren’t they?” He said, with his eyes still on the stars.
“Yes, they are. My mom always said stars were like angels, that they watch over you in the darkest of times.”

“That’s weird but cute…” His eyebrows furrowed.

You let out a small laugh. “My mom always was kind of a hippie… Oh, by the way, I didn’t appreciate what you said about my outfit earlier!”

He frowned. “What? It’s true. You can’t come here looking-”

“I can do whatever the hell I want! And I actually wanted to look good for once…” Your voice faltered.

“Okay, fine, I’m sorry. You do look really good if it makes you feel any better.” You could feel your cheeks turn pink, but you were thankful your blush was concealed by the darkness of the night.

“So, what are you doing out here? Isn’t it a little cold?” He spoke as he wrapped the jacket he was wearing a few seconds ago around you.
“As Elsa once said, ‘The cold never bothered me anyway.’” You said, tucking your hair behind your ear. “But I really don’t like parties. It was just too many people… And I was kind of looking for you.”

“Me?” He questioned.

“Yeah, it’s just…” You took in a sharp breath of the icy air. “This is really hard for me to admit, Pete, but I guess… I like you?”

“Y/N…” He began.

“You know, like-like? Okay that sounds really immature I guess the term would be love-” You were rambling before he interrupted you.

“I-I thought MJ or Liz would’ve told you by now…” Peter broke his gaze from you, looking at the ground now. His tone sounded sympathetic, and you felt your heart drop. You bit your lip trying to stop any tears, because now you knew he wasn’t going to tell you he loved you back. “Liz and I, we’ve kinda been a thing… But I guess now we’re official.”

Tears slowly poured out of your eyes as you shut them. “Yeah, of course… Well I’m sorry this is awkward. Now I feel like an idiot.”

You could feel his eyes once again on you. “Y/N, you shouldn’t… You’re an amazing girl and one of my best friends! Any guy would be lucky to have you!”

“Peter, just don’t. Don’t give me that speech. Fuck that.” You exhaled, and wiped your cheeks. You couldn’t look him in the eyes.“Do me a favor and don’t tell anyone about this. It’s extremely embarrassing. Goodbye, Peter.” You turned on your heel and began to walk away when he grabbed your wrist.

“Wait, you don’t have to leave. Liz and I were just gonna start a game of truth or dare!”

“Are you kidding me right now?” You looked
up at him now, aware that your nose was probably red and your cheeks stained. “I just told you I love you and you want me to play games with you and your girlfriend? Don’t you realize how much this hurts me!”

Peter stared back at you, not knowing what to say. “Peter… I don’t think we can really be friends anymore…”

“Come on, don’t say that… It’s been you and me since 6th grade.”

“That’s thing! It’s been you and me since 6th grade, and you’ve still never caught on that I like you, asshole!” You knew it wasn’t his fault he didn’t love you back it was just a fact of life. “I’m sorry… Goodbye, Peter.” You turned on your heel, and started walking away when he grabbed your wrist.

“Y/N, I’m not gonna let you leave” You didn’t turn around, but instead squeezed your eyes shut and jerked your hand away. You peeled his jacket off of your shoulders, allowing it to fall on the ground. You weren’t going to stay here, you weren’t even going to go back into the house. You snuck out the side gate unnoticed, which you were thankful for.

On the dark and lonely walk home, you let the sobs escape and the tears to fall on the ground. You felt like your heart had just been stepped on, and you never would wish this type of heartbreak on your worst enemy.

The worst part of it all was you found away to blame yourself. Maybe if you’d been smarter or prettier like Liz, he would’ve looked at you more than a friend. Maybe if you’d admitted your feelings for him earlier, he would’ve felt the same way. Now it was too late, and felt as if you’d never fall in love again.

Your phone was buzzing and ringing non-stop in your purse, but you just ignored everything. You knew it was gonna be MJ and Peter, maybe even Ned.

You got home an hour later with tear-stained cheeks, numb toes, and an aching heart.
You took out your phone, and the screen was filled up with phone calls and text messages from Ned, MJ, Peter, and even Flash. Flash was just asking you out again, though. You scrolled through some messages.

MJ💖: Hey, Peter told me what happened. Are you okay?

MJ💖: Let me know when you get home. I need to know you’re okay.

Pete😎: Y/N please pick up I need to talk to you

Pete😎: I’m sorry please

You just scrolled past Peter’s messages. You didn’t need him to break your heart anymore.

Ned👽: Y/N I’m really sorry about Peter. I hope we can still be friends!

Ned👽: MJ and I are really worried please text back as soon as you see this.

MJ💖: Y/N please tell me if you’re okay!!
You unlocked your phone and replied to MJ:

I’m not really okay, but I’m home safe.

You went and sat down on your bed, and let the sobs rack your body. You’re parents were out of town for the week, and you were thankful for the solitude. An hour later, you were laying in bed in nothing but a big Star Wars shirt. Your cheeks were as wet as the pavement outside from the rain. You knew you weren’t going to get any sleep tonight.

Your thought were interrupted by a tap on the window. You jumped out of bed in fear, because who’d tap on an apartment window three stories up at this ungodly hour? You quickly turned your light on to see a man in red and blue.

You slowly crept over to the window, and slid it up, allowing the frigid air into your room. You couldn’t believe the person before your eyes…

“Spider-Man?” You said almost in a whisper.

bill(tini) is me

aka what happens when you feel like drawing after you’ve started drinking and want to make a joke pun about bill drinking a martini

HAPPY (belated) NEW YEAR EVERY ONE!! May 2017 be better than 2016! :D

Bonus:

“You sure?”

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Owl post - Part 2

Part 1


Harry shifts uncomfortably from one foot to the other, while looking at a dumbfounded Malfoy. Maybe he should have thought this whole thing through first. He apparated over here without even thinking of how he would explain to Malfoy what he’s doing here, how he even knows where Malfoy lives. There’s no way he can tell him he followed his owl one day, not being able to contain his curiosity any longer. It’s a wonder Malfoy didn’t spot him on his broom that day.

“Potter,” Malfoy simply says.

“Um,” Harry begins, “you’re probably wondering what I’m doing here.”

The sound of Harry’s voice seems to shake Malfoy out of his trance. His whole body tenses and his eyes narrow.

“How did you find me?”

Harry smiles awkwardly and scratches the back of his neck.

“Well, that’s a funny story, actually,” Harry laughs nervously. “Do you think I could tell you over a cup of tea?”

“This is just like you,” Malfoy growls, “inviting yourself in like that. Does it ever occur to you, oh mighty Saviour, that other people have lives of their own and don’t answer at your beck and call?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Harry snorts, “am I keeping you from staring at your wall all day?”

Harry inwardly flinches. He didn’t mean to say that. His mind just snapped. Like it used to, whenever Malfoy was around. Maybe he will have to change tactics and just try to be… charming? But how does one do that exactly?

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Does anyone else get those days or even hours (even minutes maybe) in the middle of an episode where you’re just totally fine again and you feel so confused then BOOM back into the episode

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Take care -Tom Holland

A/N: I’ve had a fucking horrible migrane the other day and I had plans for that day I really looked forward to and I couldn’t do shit. -That was my inspiration for this Imagine. FLUUUUUUUFF!! Enjoy!

“Harrison please go.”,you whined and put your head in your neck looking up to the ceiling.
“You need to get up and get ready. You’ve got three hours.”,he said standing in your doorframe and you shot him a glare over your shoulder.
“Three hours Harrison. I need one. Maybe not even that. What I do need is you to leave so I can finish my study in time so I can get ready.”,you told him and suddenly sneezed after that.

“Bless you.”

“Yes. Bless me.”,you mocked him playfully and he rolled his eyes. You’ve been friends with Harrison since Pre-K. You actually met Tom through Harrison but only later in life. You were 17 when you first met Tom at a pool party Harrison threw. You became good friends with him and after a complicated I-like-you-but-you’re-my-best-friends-best-friend you finally managed to jump over your shadows and became official. That’s been over four years now.
“Alright. Just don’t be late. Tommy is really anxious about tonight. He needs you.”,he said and pulled his hands out of his pockets.
“I know. I won’t. Thanks for the pressure.”, you said and rolled your eyes. Tom asked you to join him on this event which was very important for his career. You’ve always supported him through everything so you said yes. Also you could hang with the avengers cast while Tom was up on stage doing his job. So you wouldn’t be all alone. But eyes would definetly be on you the whole evening. After Tom obviously. You dreaded those close ups they filmed while Tom was on stage but you couldn’t escape that.

An hour and many papers thrown into the bin later, you lifted your arms to stretch your shoulders. You felt a known pain crawl up your spine and looked at the watch on the wall. You still had two hours. You grabbed your phone and let yourself fall onto the bed. Pressure was rising in your head and you felt this sting in your temples. You were about to have the worst migrane. Panick rose in your chest and you got up and closed all the curtains so it was pitch black in your room. You found your way to the bed again and snuggled your head into the pillow. You would sleep for an hour to ease the headache. That should help. And you would still have an hour. You took your phone and wrote Tom a message that he didn’t need to pick you up. You’d go there by yourself which would also buy you time.

As you sent the message an incredible pain shot through your head and you let the phone fall out of your hands and took your head between your palms.

It’s going to be fine. You’re going to be fine. you told yourself over and over again while pressing your palms against your temple. You never told Tom about your migranes because he was never araound when you had them. Also he couldn’t do anything about it, so why tell him.

A second pain shot through your head as if someone was pushing daggers through your eyes and the pressure rose. You winced involuntarily and curled up into a ball. A chill ran down your spine and you snuggled into the bedsheets. You squinted your eyes in pain and tried to focus on your breath.
Inhale. One two three four. Exhale. Three two one. And again.

“Oh god!”, you winced when pain shot through your temples and your whole body stiffened. You couldn’t pick up your phone which was still on Toms chat and you couldn’t cry for help. You couldn’t move at all. You grabbed your hair and pulled at it. The last thing you remember is letting go a surpressed screech before you must’ve fainted.

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Tom’s POV:

Tom was pissed. He was absolutely and utterly angry with you. He walked up the stairs to your apartment, every step of his echoing in the hallway. It was past midnight when he was in front of your door and it had been an hour since the event was over. He wrote several messages to you which you seemed to read since the little things in the corner of the message were blue. He had called you but you didn’t pick up any of them. So he had to go alone because otherwise he would have been late. He couldn’t wrap his head around why you would do this to him. He had explained to you how important this was for him.

Tom pulled out the key you gave him for your apartment and he locked the door open and closed it behind him.
It was pitch black in her apartment so he opened the light of the hallway and decided to call her one last time.
He dialled her number and when he heard it ring in her bedroom he absolutely lost it.
“I really don’t know what happened Y/N. But this is really fucked up!”, he growled and stormed into her bedroom. Seeing only her phone light he opened the ceiling light. She winced immediatly and what he saw sent shivers down his spine. She was curled up under the blanket her head between her hands and she wasn’t moving.
“Y/N?”,he said rushing over to her and put his palm on her forhead. She was burning.

“Oh shit.”, he cursed and pulled back the blankets and put his arms under her body to lift her up. She groaned in pain where his cold hands touched her heated skin.
“I know. I’m sorry.”, he apologized and looked down at her. Her eyes were closed and her body was saggy in his arms. She didn’t seem to be concious.
“Hey Darling. Open your eyes for me. Come on.”, he said panick rising in his voice and carried her to the bathroom.

You came to yourself when he sat you down on the toilet and held your body steady.
“Can you sit up for me a second?”, he asked you but you weren’t really hearing him. You closed your eyes again and he placed your hands on to the toilet where you could hold on.

Tom pulled your sweatshirt over your head so that you were left in your underwear. After that he put his arm around you and helped you get into the shower. He tried to make you stand but because you were out of power and burning he just closed the shower and opened the water. You were resting against his chest while cold water was raining down on you both slowly cooling your skin. He put his chin on your head and closed his eyes. He was so angry at you ten minutes ago but now he felt like the worst boyfriend ever for not coming in earlier. Stupid event. If anything happened to you he wouldn’t forgive himself ever. After fifteen minutes you started to blink and he exhaled in relief.
“Thank god!”, he sighed and and hugged you even tighter and placed a kiss on your head.
“What-…”, you started but he interrupted you.
“Can you stand for me a second darling?”, he asked you and let go of you a little to test if you could stand.
You nodded slightly and leaned against the shower wall while he stepped out of the shower. You stood for a minute but realized then that your knees were still week and crouched down wrapping your arms around your body.
“I’m cold.”, you whispered with a raspy voice and he moved even faster.
“I know. I’m here.”, he said while stripping off his soaking wet tuxedo until he was also left in his underwear.
He pulled two towels out of the drawer and opened the shower door.
“Come here.”, he said and reached his hand out for you to grab it. You held on to his hand and he pulled you up wrapping you into the towel. You were still very hot but it was better now. He sat you down on the counter and took the blow-dryer out of the drawer and plugged it in. You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around your body while he was drying your hair. You were still not really concious of what was happening and he had to keep you steady.
After he was finished he lifted you up again and carried you to your bedroom. He sat you down on the edge of the bed and took some baggy and comfortable clothes out of your closet.

“Are you able to put these on or should I help you?”, he asked but you were not able to even answer.
“Why do I even ask…”,he scolds himself and unwraps you from the towel. He changes your underwear and helps you put on a cozy sweatshirt and some old sweatpants. After that he places a kiss on your forhead and tries to look into your eyes.
“You lay down while I make some chicken soup and bring you some medicine.”, he told you and you let yourself fall into the sheets immediatly. You were about to pull the covers over your body when Tom stopped you.
“Don’t go under the blankets darling.”,he said and put the blankets on the couch near the window.
“But I’m cold.”, you said and the weak sound of your voice made him angry. Angry at himself for being such an idiot.
“You need to cool down. Alright?”,he said and leaned in to give you another kiss on your forhead and put your hair in a ponytail.

“My head…it’s pounding.”,you groaned and curled into a ball.
“I know. I’ll be right back.”,he said and closed the door to your room so you could be in the dark.
Tom prepared the soup and went to your medical aid drawer. When he opened up he saw several painkillers for migranes. His eyes widened and he took all of them out and furrowed his brows.
Six bottles. Five of them marked red. Outdated he read on them and put them back into the drawer. They weren’t outdated because they were off or something. It just wasn’t enough anymore. The milligram doubled with each bottle.

Tom put the painkiller on the tray with the soup and some bred and brought it into the bedroom.
“Y/N?”, he said after opening the door but you didn’t answer. He walked over to the bed and put the tray on the nightstand. He turned on the light next to the bed and saw that you were asleep again. Your brows furrowed in pain, your body stiff and curled up.
He put his hand softly on your shoulder and woke you gently.
“Hey.”, he said and you opened your eyes just a little.
“Hi.”

“How are you feeling?”, he asked and helped you sit up.
“Like shit.”, you answered and every word was one too much.
“Eat this. I’ve got you some painkillers.”, he explained and gave you the spoon. You put the spoon back on the tray and took the bottle of painkillers he brought.
“I need the other ones. In the safe.”, you said and put the bottle back and started massaging your temples.
“Okay.”,Tom said and was confused. There were other one’s?
He got up and left the bedroom. He searched for the safe she was talking about and found it.
“The code is 1609.”, he heared you say and typed the code. The safe opened with a green light and he saw another box of painkillers in there. He took it walked back to the bedroom.

“Are you sure you want these? It says it has narcotic effects.”, he said while giving it to you and you cracked a half smile.
“That’s what I’m rooting for.”, you said your eyes still half open and he shot you a concerned look.
“Shouldn’t I take you to the ER?”, he blurted out and you shook your head nearly invisible.
“It’s not my first time Tom. I’ll be fine. These have to be in a safe so no one can use it as they like. And I’m only allowed to use it at emergencies.”,you explained him and he crossed his arms infront of his chest, still feeling uncomfortable with the situation.
“Is it-…an emergency?”, he asked and sat down next to you.
“I fainted. I guess that counts.”,you joked half heartedly and squinted in pain right after.
“Alright. Eat your soup. Take your medicine.”,he said and took the spoon into his hands. After making you finish the soup he gave you a glas of water for the painkiller.

“Sleep well.”,he said kissing your forhead and covering you with a thin blanket to controll your fever.
He turned the light off and was about to close the door when he heard your voice.
“I’m sorry.”,you whispered. His heart broke into million pieces when he heard your tired and weak voice.
“I love you. Now go to sleep.”, he said and closed the door.

He didn’t sleep the whole night at all. You didn’t wake up once. You slept through and he came every fifteen minutes to check on your fever. Finally he decided to stay in the room so he wouldn’t disturb you while coming in constantly. He sat down on the floor and leaned against the bed. The last time he touched your forhead it felt nearly normal and it was 6:57. The last time he looked at the clock it was 7:12. He crossed his arms infront of his chest and leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Only to rest them for a couple of minutes. At least that’s what his second last thought was. His last was that he loved you more than anything.

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You woke up to the sun shining into your bedroom slightly dimmed through your curtains. You put your hand on your forhead and felt no heat radiating from it. Your migrane was gone but you felt sore. Like you had a couple of drinks too much last night. You sat up and leaned onto your elboy. You catched a bunch of brown locks in the corner of your eye and turned your head to your right. There he was. On the floor, his head weirdly tilted leaning against the bed, his hands in his lap, mouth slightly agape. You smiled at this picture and you felt warmth rise up in your chest. You got out of bed and walked over to him.

“Hey, stranger.”,you said and put your palm against his cheek and stroked it gently with your thumb. His eyes flattered open and he looked really confused.
“Oh god.”,he groaned while sitting up and rubbing his neck.
“Why’d you sleep on the floor?”, you asked and helped him get up.
“I didn’t want to disturb you.”, he said while stretching his limbs.
Remembering last nights events you stepped forward and pulled him into a tight hug.
“I’m so sorry Tom. I really thought I would make it in time. Thank you for everything. You can be angry with me.”,you said into his chest and he chuckled.

“Don’t apologize, love. I’m glad you’re well again.”, he said and placed a kiss on your temple.
“You want to repeat the shower thing from yesterday? Without any clothes.”,you smirked and looked up at him which made him chuckle again.
“You need to have breakfast first. And then we’ll see.”, he said and you pouted.

But this was what your relationship consisted of. Mutual respect and love. You took care of each other no matter what it took.

anonymous asked:

Could you write about the moment between Malec in episode 2x07, prior to when we are shown them kissing on the balcony? I am eager to know about the scene where they got out there and were talking and sitting comfortably against each other and started kissing. Thanks so much!!

despite the frustration of being interrupted, it was next to impossible to pull magnus out of his good mood. in any other situation and under any other circumstances he would have let alec lay into his brother as much as he wanted. but now and here, he honestly didn’t want alec to go anywhere.

the date had been perfect, hopping across continents and losing themselves in so many beautiful cities. delicious drinks at gorgeous bars, shopping in all of magnus’s favorite places and then finally eating sushi and drinking sake, sitting close but not close enough to touch and talking. all of that still felt so fresh in his mind and under his skin, paired the surprise of alec buying him a gift.

he hadn’t expected that. for one, they had barely spent any time apart while they were out, not enough magnus had assumed for alec to do much of anything, let alone buy him a gift. but more than that, it was the sentiment. he couldn’t remember the last time someone had bought him anything, let alone a gift like this. something for him, something that had significant emotional value, something that said alec saw this and thought of me.

so the idea of anything breaking this warm thing they were wrapped up in at the moment was the last thing he wanted. no, instead the room was filled with music, mixing in with the chandelier light and after soft laughter, magnus stepped in close again, right where they left of, his fingertips pressing at alec’s hip. he watched the way alec reacted to the touch, the slight dip of his eyelids, the parting of his lips and the smile.

“may i kiss you now?” magnus asked, his voice deep and just a little breathless as he watched the way the light was catching in alec’s eyes.

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Cabin//pt.2

(gif not mine, credit to the owner. Btw this is a good ass gif I applaud you)

genre: smut (not in this part, in later parts), fluff, friend!au, skinny dipping

warning: skinny dipping, graphic smut (again in later parts. in the next part you ask? idk, guess you’ll have to find out ¯\_(ツ)_/¯), Baekhyun is a fuckin tease just like how he is in real life.

length: idk man pretty long

Authors note: I want to thank you all for all the positive responses I’ve received for cabin, it really means a lot because I literally wrote it just to write it and now you guys are messaging me the nicest stuff so thank you. Btw I kind of changed up my writing style in this one, so instead of the huge block paragraphs everything is spaced out a little better. Anyway, here’s cabin pt. 2, enjoy.

(I didn’t really know what to do with pt.2 so I don’t know if I’m entirely happy with it so if you guys wanna leave requests or ideas for later parts in my ask box it would be awesome because I want to see where you guys want me to take this.)

pt: 2
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“So I guess it’s just you and me till Friday.”

It was like every cell in your body started to reek havoc. Friday? That’s another 5 days alone with Baekhyun, not to mention that you had literally just watched him touch himself to the thought of you no longer than 5 minutes ago; and now you would have to spend 5 days trying not to attack him.

“That’s 5 days. What are we going to do for food?”

Baekhyun put his phone down onto the island that stood in the middle of the kitchen, “I guess my mom left us $200 in emergency money, so that should be good enough, right?” The last word left his lips a little shaky.

“Yeah that should be fine.” You started to walk towards the window, trying to hide the fact that your face had turned a bright shade of pink.

You heard Baekhyun take a deep inhale in, and then his footsteps heading in your direction until he was standing right beside you, looking out towards the lake and many trees.

“Is… Is that okay?” Baekhyun questions, “Because if it isn’t then I understand, I can call my mom and tell them to come home immed…”

He was cut off by your words “Baekhyun it’s okay, I promise. I could really use 5 days to get away from my mom’s constant dancing and blabbling and my Dad talking about golf literally 24/7” you giggled turning to see that Baekhyun was laughing along too.

“Yeah and my Mom’s terrible songs she makes up when she’s doing random tasks,” he starts to tap the glass of the window “or how my Dad literally falls asleep everywhere that he sits for more than 10 minutes.” the way he laughs is only making you laugh harder, “and don’t even get me started on my brother’s constant ‘I’m an athlete mom, not a housemaid’.” he says in the deepest voice he can possibly manage. He sighs “Let’s just make these next five days fun.“ he says turning to meet your eyes, and once again you find yourself melting by the sight of his smile, it really is your favorite thing about him.

You turn back to the window, “Agreed.”

Baekhyun stops tapping on the window and puts his hand down, accidentally brushing yours. You fight the chill coursing through your body.

You turn on your heel to head to the various cupboards displayed across the kitchen, “well first we have to figure out what were gonna eat for lunch.” You shuffle through the various canned items.

During your search for at least something that could possibly work to eat, you felt Baekhyun’s hands on your hips behind you, you freeze. He looks over your shoulder as if this was an innocent act.

“Why don’t we have some ravioli?” His grip on your hips loosened till they were no more.

“Yeah…” with shaky hands you grab the two cans “…sure.”

Baekhyun takes a seat at the island, “Is everything okay?” He asks with fake confusion in his face, he knew what he was doing.

“Yeah I’m fine. Uh… do you want orange juice or canada dry?”

“Canada dry is good.” He sits up straight. “So about the room situation…”

You turn to face him.

“I think it’s too cold at night for us to… sleep apart.” You flush at his words.

You turn back around so you could finish making the food, “Yeah, it really was freezing last night.”

“I felt like I was gonna get frostbite.”

“Yeah I could tell, you were strangling me.” you laugh.

“YAH at least you were warm!” he smirks, “You were enjoying the sight too.”

You flush. “Shut up!” You throw an ice cube at him from the freezer.

He throws his arms up in defeat, “Okay okay, you were just strangled… totally not staring at me while I slept.”

You had no words. Glaring, you threw another ice cube at him.

“Hey! Stop that!” He laughs covering his body to block further cubes.

You place the Ravioli in front of him, “Your majesty.” You say with a bow.

“Thank you my humble servant.” Baekhyun says returning your bow.

You two sit at the island. “Weren’t we supposed to have PB&J’s?” Baekhyun asks turning to you.

You laugh “I totally forgot.”
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You find yourself laying on the couch, reading Fahrenheit 451. A pouty Baekhyun enters the room, “y/n I’m bored.” He lifts your legs from the couch and sits, placing them in his lap.

‘This little shit’ was all you could really think.

You sat up, legs still in his lap. “Well what would you like to do?”

He pauses, thinking for a second “Hold on.” Baekhyun takes your legs off his lap and stands, placing them back down on the couch, and heads into your shared room. He returns with his portable speaker and stands with his phone in hand, trying to connect it. Out from the speaker blasts Strawberry Afternoons by Lonely Benson.

He holds out his hand, “Dance with me?” he asks with puppy dog eyes.
You sigh, placing your bookmark back in your book and putting it on the table to stand. You take his hand and he starts swinging you, twirling you, and moving all over the cabin with you. You both are laughing as you dance together. Just as Baekhyun goes to twirl you, within an instant both of his feet fly up from beneath him as he lands on his back. You couldn’t contain your laughter and had to get on the floor as you held your stomach, tears streaming from your eyes trying to ask if he was okay through your cackling. Baekhyun groaned but as soon as he saw you he started laughing too. Soon you both were rolling around on the floor laughing so hard it had almost become painful.

“That was” you heave “the funniest thing I’ve seen in a long time.” still on the floor. Your abs and face hurt.

“Shut up.” He smiles, pushing your shoulder.

Brushing some loose strands of hair out of your face You sit up, “What time is it?”

Baekhyun sits up for a brief second to look at the clock on the stove, “2:07am″ he lays back on the floor, massaging his cheeks from the laughter.

You stand, “come on, I wanna show you something.” You put out your hand. Hesitating for only a second, he takes it, allowing you to lead him.

You climb the wooden ladder that leads into the loft, with Baekhyun right behind you “your brother showed this to my sister and I a couple years ago and made us promise not to tell you about it.”

He pouts, “What, why?”

“You were being a quote ‘little asshole’ that day I guess.” You giggle, finally reaching the loft. You head towards the little walk in closet just to the right of the room. Walking inside you look up, a small trap door placed in the middle. You turn to Baekhyun, “give me boost will ya?” Giving him your leg, he cupped his hands and hoisted you up. You grabbed the little latch on the trap door and pulled it down, a wooden staircase falling down with it.

“What the hell” Baekhyun whispered.

You started to go up the stairs, until you climbed into an attic. It was small and smelled of dust and who knows what from over the years. The room was shaped like a triangle with a window to the left and various boxes that covered the floor.

You turned around to see Baekhyun studying the room, “why did you bring me up here?”

As your answer, you opened the window. “You trust me?” he nods, “then come on.”

You climb out of the window. The view is absolutely stunning; the moon shines on the still lake perfectly, and you could see all the lights going down the mountain, lighting up the forest just a bit.

“This is the roof.” Baekhyun states after climbing out the window too.

You nod, “Your brother used to take my sister up here when he had a crush on her Junior year.” You laugh a little, still staring at the scenery around you.

He turns to face you. “What now?”

You sit, and look out, your hands finding the wood beneath you to fiddle with the broken off pieces and Baekhyun takes a seat right next to you, “So tell me about life…” you blink up at him. “You know your favorite things, how life’s going, where you want to travel. You know things like that.” He adds, waiting for some sort of answer.

“Well, life’s pretty good. I’m top 2% at our school and I just got offered a scholarship for Golf from NYC and an Art scholarship from UCLA.”

“Besides focusing on school every second of your life, what do you like to do?” Baekhyun presses. When you look at him, his attention is fully on you, he actually wants to hear about it.

“I don’t know, I uh… I like to draw and paint, and music is sometimes my everything. I really like plants so I care for my garden. And writing, Oh I could write or read, or maybe even both for hours,” you babble “and I really really like to watch movies.”

Baekhyun smiled, “Which movies?”

“I don’t know there’s so many,” You look up at the sky, thinking. “I fall in love with practically every movie I watch. I guess mostly 80′s movies.”

Baekhyun lights up, “Really? Me too!”

You smile at his enthusiasm. “My Dad and I always watch 80′s movies, like hmm… The Karate Kid, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, The Breakfast Club, Rocky 1-a friken million, Full Metal Jacket, Pretty Woman. All those movies.”

“Or The Outsiders, Back to the Future, Pretty in Pink, Ghost Busters, A Christmas Story, The Goonies…” he continues with his eyes closed trying to think. “Oh! or the Princess Bride, Stand By Me.”

“Yes! All those!” You squeal.

Baekhyun smiles and you shiver, half from it being like 15 degrees outside, and from his goddamn smile.

“It’s cold.” You murmur, hugging yourself.

Baekhyun stands, “Hold on, I’ll be right back.” Disappearing into the attic. He reappeared about a minute and a half later with a thick flannel blanket. “It’s the thickest one I could find.” He sits as close to you as he can and wraps the blanket around both of you. You melt into his warmth as you both sit in comfortable silence, looking out at the lake.

“Hey,” Baekhyun breaks the silence. “I just.. Look. I’m sorry for being so mean to you all these years. I know that I was cruel and you don’t have to forgive me, just know that I’m sorry.” He’s looking up at the stars, trying to avoid eye contact.

“Baekhyun,” He looks down at you. “I forgive you. I knew it wasn’t the real you.” You smile sweetly at him, giving him reassuring eyes.

“Thank you.” He says before wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a hug. “So what kind of music do you like?”
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You can see the sky turning different shades of pink and blue, the signs that the sun is about to rise.

“What time is it?” Baekhyun asks, he had his head on your shoulder playing with the fringe at the end of the flannel.

“Erm…” You take your phone out of your pocket. “Approximately 5:43am.” You state, tucking your phone back into it’s previous place.

Baekhyun shifts so he can look at you. “Are you tired?”

“Not really.”

You and Baekhyun had spent hours just talking about life in general, about people, about the world, everything. It was nice to finally see him for him.

“Do you wanna go swimming?”

You look down at him, his head still on your shoulder. “Right now?” he looks at you and nods. “But isn’t the water freezing?”

Baekhyun sits up, “So, it’s freezing all day, what’s the difference? Please please please.” He implored, giving you those puppy eyes again.

You give a long dramatic sigh, “Fine, I guess the sunrise will be beautiful from the water.”

Baekhyun shoots you a toothy grin before grabbing both the blanket and your wrist to drag you downstairs.

As he starts to walk towards the door you stop in confusion, “Wait. Are you not gonna get your trunks?”

Baekhyun turns around, “No” a smirk is played across his face.

Dear god.

You walk out the door and follow Baekhyun as you reach the lake. There’s a small wooden pier that Baekhyun takes you to the end of.

“Do you want to go first?” He asks as you look down at the water.

“Were going in fully clothed?” You ask confused.

Baekhyun looks at you, you watch as his fingers hook underneath the hem of his shirt before he pulls it off. “No, were not going in fully clothed.” And there it is again, that damn smirk that you can’t seem to get away from. Baekhyun continues with his shorts as you watch, frozen. It wasn’t until he was about to pull off his boxers you turn the opposite direction, until you hear a splash. You turn around to see a happy Baekhyun swimming in the light blue water. “Come on y/n, it’s almost sunrise.”

Shit. You start with your shirt, crossing your arms to pull it over your head. You close your eyes praising yourself for deciding to wear a cute bra today. Next you unbuttoned your shorts, pushing them down your legs, kicking them off when they reached your ankles. You turned away from Baekhyun to unhook your bra, letting the straps fall down your arms and then throwing it aside, covering yourself with your right arm. You look behind you to see Baekhyun’s eyes trailing up and down your backside.

“Hey turn around!” You scold, blushing at his intrusion.
When he turns around you pull down your panties and try to slowly ease your way into the ice cold water. It was just shallow enough so you could stand, but also deep enough to cover your chest. As you refocus your gaze, you see Baekhyun turned away from you, looking at the pink sun just now peeking out from behind the trees. The sky was a beautiful mixture of pink, purple, and light oranges. You hike up the courage and swim till you’re standing right beside him.
Suddenly Baekhyun puts an arm around your bare waist, constricting so that you’re close to him, your entire body heating up with something close to embarrassment. His hand travels up and down your side, feeling your skin beneath his touch. You’ve never experienced anything like this before, his touch, the feeling of his flesh pressed against yours is driving you over the edge. As you look down you can see his cock below the water, inviting you to touch, to taste. Your mouth starts to salivate knowing that he can probably see you just as well as you can see him, making you press your legs together as you remember the way his cock looked in his hands yesterday. You blush at the dirty thoughts that flood your mind, at how hard you’re pressing your thigh together. Just as you thought he was going to make a move, he swims in the opposite direction.

Goddamnit he’s such a tease.

“Ah I’ve never felt so free.” Baekhyun dips his head below the water, wetting his hair. “Y/n, this is the best idea I’ve had in ages.”

You start to swim around too, splashing Baekhyun occasionally when he decides to be an ass.
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You rush inside going straight to the bathroom so you could peel off your cold wet clothes. You start to panic when you realize you don’t have any extra clothes with you and both towels are currently in the wash.

“Baekhyun.” You peek your head out from behind the door.

He comes out of the room and stands in the hallway, laughing lightly at your appearance.

“Can you bring me some clothes?” You ask trying as hard as you possibly could to not let him catch a glimpse of your body behind the door.

Baekhyun smiles a mischievous smile. “Sure.” He heads into the room and you could feel his smile radiating through you as he entered the hallway and gave you the small wad of clothes in his hand.

“Thanks.” You say high pitched and fast as you close the door almost too fast.
When you unravel the wad of clothes you see that it’s just a large white plain t-shirt and a pair of pink panties. “Are you fucking kidding me.” you whisper to yourself. But its all you’ve got, so you put them on, tugging down the hem of the shirt as you walk out of the bathroom.

When you walk into the room Baekhyun is laying down on the bed, scrolling through something on his phone. When he looks up at you he smiles and opens his arms for you to come and lay down next to him, “C’mon, let’s at least get a couple hours of sleep.” You smile, crossing the room to crawl into bed with him, forgetting entirely about your lack of clothing. Baekhyun wraps his arms and legs around you just as he did the previous night, and you found yourself falling asleep faster than you had anticipated.
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You wake up to an empty bed. Grabbing your phone from your nightstand you read 12:57pm. You stretch your limbs and think about the events that took place yesterday and this morning. It’s so crazy how literally a couple days ago Baekhyun was just the guy that hated you, that always made it certain that he didn’t care for you, the guy that you avoided to spare your own feelings.

You’re knocked out of your thoughts by a couple noises coming from the kitchen. You unwrap yourself from all the blankets and go to your suitcase to look for some shorts and a clean bra to put on. When you’re finished dressing you head out to the kitchen where you see Baekhyun sitting peacefully playing on his laptop at the dining room table.

He looks up to see you standing there “hey.” he says, standing to walk towards you. As he reaches you he places both hands on your waist and looks down at you, your face beet red as you stare up at him. Jesus Christ, what’s with him always grabbing your waist if he’s not gonna do anything further.

He smirks and lets go of you, walking into the kitchen to open up the fridge. He pulls out a Canada Dry and a string cheese. Still smirking he turns to face you.
“You know you sleep talk.”
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Authors note: Thanks for reading! Please please please, if you have any requests or suggestions for what you want to see in Part 3 please don’t be afraid to leave them in my ask box also with other request for senerios, smuts, drabbles, reactions, etc.

All Too Well | Pt. 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 5,848

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Min Yoongi knew he was royally fucked as soon as he stepped through the doorframe into the dance studio—a time that seems so long ago, while in reality it’s barely been more than a week since the unthinkable happened.

The unthinkable, taking the form of hair he’s run his fingers through, a jacket he’s peeled off, skin he’s nipped at, shoes that led to daily departures, eyes that filled with tears, a heart that he’s broken, words that crushed his own.

It had been 2 years since he had last seen you or heard from you, and yet he responded so intensely to the mere sight of your backside that some people would have thought it had only been 2 weeks since you last saw each other. Or maybe even 2 hours, especially taking into consideration the way his heart lurched, the memories bubbling up so quickly across his consciousness as if they never truly had time to settle below the surface.

Just like the very first time he ever saw you during his street performances, the first time he talked to you to ask you out for coffee, the first date, the first kiss, the first time—they’ve all been moments in his life that made him feel like his heart had been set aflame, knocked him off his guard. Yet, they’ve all been moments in his life that consistently remained special and important to him, times that contradicted his initial belief that his existence would never matter to anyone. It was the first time someone had ever looked at him as if he had created the world and all its beauty within the confines of his own two hands. You made the time he wasn’t an idol, the time he spent longing and daydreaming and yearning for a better future, significant. You made his life mean something.

Until he abandoned you, so desperate to create a name for himself that he thought that belief would be enough to drive you out of his mind and therefore out of his life.

Yoongi has always loved you just as much as he loved his career—if not more.

And now you were back in his life, your physical presence haunting him even as you stood mere inches away from him, telling Bang Si-Hyuk that he didn’t need to worry about any sort of implication or possibility happening between the two of you, that the two of you were no longer under an qualms of being serious, that you had made the best of the life he left you behind with.

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nightmares — p.p.

wc: 1.4k
summary: “it’s okay, i’m okay.” in which peter’s worst fears seem to come true. (requested)
tags : @theclonewarss


It was nearly dark when Peter opened his eyes again. There was a dull pulsing in his head and he groaned softly. His gloved hand reached up to press against his aching head. His thoughts of what happened merely minutes maybe even hours before came flooding over him.

His eyes were wide and he shot up immediately. Her name was whispered incessantly on his lips, his palms pressing into the ground. His head frantically moved back and forth, searching for anything that could give him a sign of her.

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Suspicion

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Requested: Hi,i really love your writings!! Can you do one where the reader is theo’s girlfriend and he gets suspicious because the reader spends most of her time with liam?Sorry if that didn’t make sense xx

Pairing: Theo Raeken x Reader

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Inspired by this, thanks @paladinical