no one stays at top forever

a year ago today you pulled me off the top of a parking garage outside MSU. i told you to just go. to just leave me. but you didn’t. you didn’t leave. you sat on the top of that parking garage with me as i broke down. and i told you how i wanted to die. how i couldn’t do it anymore. you didn’t understand that it had nothing to do with you. you did everything you could. but the point is. you stayed. you stayed until you convinced me i had just one more day in me, just as you had the day before. i owe you a lot. you loved me even when i didn’t love myself. you loved me enough for the both of us. you pulled me off the top of that parking garage and for that i will forever be indebted to you. i’m not here to rehash old relationships or past loves. but today on a road trip home the sun was setting and i got off at the nearest exit. i walked around the harbor and i ran up the stairs in the parking garage overlooking the city, i jumped the ledge and sat with my feet dangling. a man ran over to me. he asked me if i was okay. and i turned around and smiled at him and said yes i am. and he sat there with me for a minute just to make sure. i sat with my feet dangling over the edge i took a deep breath. and i realized that i was okay. in that moment i was okay. don’t get me wrong i’m not always okay. but when he ran over to me and asked me if i was okay. i realized something. i really didn’t want to jump. i sat there until the sun went down and i thought about the last year. and i realized that for the last year i’ve been alone and when the sun went down today i took myself off the edge because now i love myself enough for us both.

Because some asked why I needed Truthwitch to break out...

Some people have asked me what I meant by a statement in my postmortem – about WHY I needed Truthwitch to break out (because if it didn’t, my career was over). I’m not sure how in-depth I’ve been in my newsletter, so here’s an answer for you:

Basically, my first series tanked. I mean…tanked. We’re talking, Truthwitch sold more copies in its first two weeks than the entire SS&D series COMBINED.

Bad sales hurt an author – you’re way better off as an untested debut than an author with shitty sales. So I was at a crossroads in my career, where the plan was to change my name. That way, I could be a “debut” again. (Sadly, this happens a LOT in the industry. Which is why please do not pirate our books!)

But then Tor decided to take a chance on me. Because they’re a small (and amazing) house, they have more room to take on projects that they’re passionate about (instead of just commercially successful). HOWEVER, if Truthwitch didn’t sell well…. Then yeah. That was it. “Susan Dennard” would be dead, and I’d have to reinvent/start over my career.

There’s no shame in that. I was totally willing to reinvent! The problem was that I had this great audience for my writing advice – thousands upon thousands of people who were coming back for my blog and newsletter. Yet none of them were buying my books. Which is fine – I don’t give free writing help to sell copies. I do it because I love doing it.

BUT…if I reinvented myself, I would lose what little crossover I had between writing-advice-fans and book-readers – not to mention the handful of amazing fans who did like the SS&D trilogy (I will never ever forget my wonderful Misfits!).

So…I needed + desperately wanted Truthwitch to sell well. I wanted Tor to be happy. I wanted to keep my name. That led to me going “all in” on self-promo.

Full disclosure: I allocated $15,000 of my advance to promote Truthwitch. (Which, in case you’re wondering, was most of the advance.) I ended up going over that amount…by a lot. Costs ranged from travel to important events (this was really where the bulk got eaten up!) to running/maintaining my street team (swag, postage, hiring an assistant to help me keep it going) to learning how to + making my own book trailer.***

And like…I honestly don’t even know what kind of TIME I spent promoting. It was a lot more than I thought it would be. Literally most of 2015.

But…it paid off, right? At least in terms of “success.” I’m a New York Times Bestseller now!!

That said, I haven’t earned back the money I spent yet (“bestseller” doesn’t automatically mean “rich”), and I will never get back the time I spent. Plus, the nightmare that was 2016 as I tried to rush-create Windwitch

It begs the question: were the costs worth the rewards? I don’t know. I think so since, hopefully, the rewards will continue to pay forward for a long time – and my career is definitely growing!

Best of all, though, I CAN KEEP MY NAME. Susan Dennard. C’est moi pour toujours. ❤️

Edit:

I want to add two more things – because this post has opened up a lot of conversations I wasn’t expecting to have (but welcome!!).

First: I cannot emphasize enough just how important LUCK is in this equation. On top of the time, money, publisher-partnership, and salty desperation that I poured into Truthwitch, I ALSO GOT LUCKY. I had the Right Book at the Right Moment with the Right Cover in the Right Genre coming out in the Right Month.

A publisher can pour all the money in the world into a book, but nothing will make readers buy it. There is no predicting trends.

So a lot of the success of Truthwitch (which is still pretty small, relatively speaking. I’m not a Big Author by any means!!) boils down to that intangible, finicky sprite known as Lady Luck.

Second: This is just ROUND ONE of “reinvention.” I have no illusions or expectations that my success will remain. The Witchlands series has already exceeded my wildest hopes, but no author stays “on top” forever. It’s a constant up and down, and frankly, we’re all just really lucky to even be able to share our words in the first place.

Sure, I’d love to be successful forever, but it’s not my primary dream – and definitely not my expectation. Realism is key to longevity in this industry, and more than that: gratitude.

So on that note: thanks for reading, thanks for sharing, and thanks for being the reason I keep writing.


***Note: I need to also mention that, once it was clear my own self-promotion was starting to pick up momentum, Tor really stepped in and helped me. This was not a solo journey, and it NEVER is. I had/have an amazing team, and we’ve forged a real partnership while getting the Witchlands into readers’ hands.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a top 5 Haikyuu characters with the saddest or emotional backstory? The ones that really pulled at your heart strings and made want to cuddle them forever? At least so far in the story. Thanks!

Top 5 tragic (or not so tragic) backstories of haikyuu characters?

1. Oikawa. His backstory taught me a lesson that will stay forever with me. It taught me that’s it’s ok to be afraid, that’s it’s natural to feel despair when you’ve always been on top and suddenly other people start to catch up on you. It taught me that the only way to go on is to keep fighting. It taught me that’s ok to fail, but never to give up. Oikawa is such an inspiring character who went through so much, and hides everything behind his perfect facade. His backstory of struggles and his self awareness journey towards the realization that he’s not a genius, that being surpassed is not a possibility but it’s already his reality made him incredibly human and gave his character a force to be reckoned with. He will never stop trying to make the flower of his talent bloom again, again and again. It made me feel…so much. I love Oikawa, in all his fragile, flawed, indomitable self (ಥ﹏ಥ)

2. Tendou. *slams fist on the wall* WHO DARED TO HURT MY BABY TENDOU??? His flashback broke my heart in so many pieces. Those kids were so mean to him, calling him a monster just because he was different? He was just a little child who wanted to have fun and play volleyball…I’m so proud of how he turned his pain into his ultimate weapon (and kicked so many asses with it)

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3. Kageyama. More than his backstory as a kid, what hurt me was his time in junior high. When he arrived to Karasuno, Kageyama was like a hurt wild animal, so aggressive just because he was trying to desperately protect himself. He never had a true supportive team and was convinced that he always had to do everything by himself. He was ostracized, made fun of and abandoned, by his teammates and by the only guidance he ever looked up to. And now here we have him, our beautiful blueberry who learned to trust and to rely on others and who’s constantly improving to be the best setter possible, to his favorite spiker and to the rest of the team. He’s finally home, and that’s beautiful

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4. Tsukishima. Eh, another pretty painful one that explained us why the Tsukki that we know is like he is. The contrast between his little self and his older self is heartbreaking. He was a still cocky but very happy little kid…who was lied to all that time. The sport that his beloved brother introduced him to now is just a constant reminder of the pain and anger he suffered. But still, he kept playing, even if…“It’s just a club”. These were all the elements we needed to appreciate the moment he was hooked on volleyball to the fullest :’) I’m so proud of Tsukki, his character development is one of my favorites.  

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5. Ushijima. “The fact that he’s different from other people, will probably end up being his strength”. This was just a calming and comforting backstory, I loved Ushijima’s dad so much, he was really sweet. First of all, refusing to correct his left handiness was an incredible gesture of love (as a left-handed person, I relate so much), he never pressured him to become a volleyball player, and yet Ushijima did, he joined a strong team, he faced so many opponents that made him stronger, became the ace his father admired so much, he liked volleyball, and he made his dad happy. This is such an perfect (and unexpected) backstory for him. 

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That being said, I’m dying everyday waiting for Bokuto’s backstory. I’m ready for the pain Furudate, slay me. 

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jeff atkins x reader

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“Babe, hurry up. Jessica’s party is in 2 hours and I promised I would help her set up.” Jeff said entering you room which was now covered in clothes. “Wow it looks like your closet threw up in here.”

“It’s the first party of my junior year and your senior one.” You said scavenging your clothes. You sat on the floor and threw the shirt in your hand. “I just want to look cute.”

“Y/N,” Your boyfriend said as he knelt next to you. “You’ll look beautiful in whatever you choose to wear, okay? But if you want my opinion, wear the that dress I bought you last month. I always thought you looked hot in it.”

You smiled up at your boyfriend who was now standing and holding out his hand. Taking his hand, you stood up and kissed him. “Thank you, J”

You went your bed and picked out the black dress. “Now get out so I can put on my face and get ready.”

“I can’t stay for the show?” He asked with a smirk.

“Out!” You said laughing pushing Jeff out your room.


You got to Jessica’s place early to help with the set up but not really so when Jeff went to go help the guys with the kegs you chatted with your friends Jess and Clay.

Clay was the one that had set you and Jeff up after hearing about your crush on the senior from Hannah.

By 10, the party was in full swing. Most kids were inside the house sitting in couches some were talking, others not so much. You were amongst the ones sitting in the living room talking to Tony.

You were in full conversation with your friend when you saw Jeff make his way out the room. You apologized to Tony and cut the conversation short. “And where are you going mister?” You said getting ahold of your boyfriend.

“Hey, I’m on provisions so I’m just gonna grab a couple more beers from the store.” He said.

“Okay, I’m coming too,” You happily said taking his large hand in your petite one.

“Nah babe, you don’t have to. Have fun with your friends, it is a party after all.”

You gave him the look and he knew there was no point in arguing. “Fine. Only cause you’re cute.” He kissed the top of your head.


You two successfully got the beers and you were on your way back.

You put on the radio and John Legend was on. “Oh my gosh, our song!” You squealed. This was the song that played in the background when you two first had sex.

“Cause all of meeee, loves all of youuu.” You and Jeff sang, pointing at each other. You held his hand as the chorus continued, wishing you could stay in this moment forever. Little did you know both your lives would change, in a major way.

You two were so mesmerized by one another you didn’t notice another car come out of nowhere. “Jeff, watch out!” You screamed as the car came rushing towards you. And that was the last thing you saw before darkness eclipsed you.


“Y/N, wake up. Wake up, baby girl.” Jeff said standing over you. “I need you to wake up for me.”

And you did.

You slowly lifted you heavy eyelids as the strong smell of anti-bacterial cleaner filled you nose. Your mouth was dry and you were laying down, in a bed it seemed, and the room was bright. Light from the window reflecting off the white walls, made you want to close your eyes again. You felt like you had slept for years, but you was still tired.

You heard the beeping of a machine and slowly turned your head towards the source of the noise. The muscles in your neck were stiff and sore. You saw your mother sitting in a chair by the window.

“Mom,” You said weakly.

“Hey,” She whispered, sitting at the edge of your hospital bed.

“Why am I…?” You said as you tried to sit up.

“You were in a coma, sweetie.” She said and your eyes widen. “Just for two days.”

You noticed your moms facial features. her eyes were sporing major bags and they were puffy and red. Has she been crying?

“Mom, where’s Jeff?” You asked looking around.

“Y/N, Jeff..uh..He didn’t make it.” She said as tears started brimming her eyes. “I know how much you loved him.”

"No, no no there’s no way,” You stuttered. This can’t be true. Jeff Atkins cannot die.

“Honey, I am so sorry but he … he died on scene.”

You were numb. Why him? You wanted to scream. Why him? “ B-But I-I didn’t- I didn’t get to say goodbye,” You sobbed. You couldn’t believe that the love of your life was…gone.

“Sshh, Y/N. Everything will be okay.” You mom said  trying her hardest to soothe you. She laid next to you and wrapped her arms around you fragile body.

“I loved him, Mom. I loved him so much and now-” You cried into your moms chest.

“I know sweetie, I know.” She stroked your hair. “He loved you very much.”

“It was should have been me.” You clung to your mom as the nights events played over and over in your head.

Losing someone you deeply care about hurt. He was your first love and you will always love him. Always.


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BTS’s reaction to you playing their song on the piano:

A/N: Here you are, sweetie ❤️ I really hope you enjoy it! Hopefully it’s as filled full of feels as you wanted~


Jin: Jin pricks his ears, and listens to the melodious chords fluttering to his ears. You haven’t played the piano in a while. It’s good to finally hear the dusty old instrument in use. He heads towards the sound, before a bout of realisation has him stopping at the door, where just inside he can see your curved figure leaning over the keys, sweeping the music along with your fingers. He knows this tune. It’s his tune - ‘Awake’.

And without any warning - no cracking or breaking, just out of the blue, like thunder in June - tears well up in his eyes, and shimmer to the brink of spilling over. Of all the songs you could have picked, you picked the one he needs to hear. He can still remember the emotions that tumbled through him when he first sang this song: the desperation he felt to keep up with his six brothers, the terror he recoiled from, a fear of falling behind. Yet, here he is, years later, still trembling and afraid, but trying hard to mask it – reduced to tears behind the living room door. Except… no. Things have changed. Back then, he didn’t have you – you, who keep his chin up, and his eyes fixed firmly on the clouds. You, who believe without an inkling of a doubt that he can go further, stretch farther, and climb higher than he ever realised. You, who everyday whisper to him, ‘Kim Seokjin, how luck am I to have you?’ Really, he should be the one asking you. After all, if it weren’t for you, he’d still be on the ground, tear-dampened gaze filtering to fickle mist-clouds he could never reach. Now, here he is, flying – soaring – because of you. Up past blue and into the star sprinkled black of space.

The tears are falling now, but they feel good – warm and wet like a spring shower. It’s been a while since he cried - properly, like this. He opens the door, and you turn in your seat to face him, and when he holds out his arms, you run to him, and burrow into his heat. While you rest your head in the crook between his shoulder and his neck, he sings the rest of the tune in low tones. “Maybe I can’t touch the sky, but I’ll stretch my arm.”

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Yoongi: It has been a tough day for Min Yoongi. He’s been sat in the studio all afternoon, all evening, and well into the night, fiddling on his laptop, trying to get the latest track just right. When he closes his eyes, he can still see the square of light from his screen, burned in blue onto his retina. He arrives back at his house, completely drained of energy, only to be greeted by a gentle wave of music when he opens the door. And despite all the muscles in his face being past their stretching point, they still manage to push up into a smile when he hears you tinkling away on the piano, playing a song he produced (of course, nothing else would do for you), playing something he hasn’t heard in a while - ‘Tomorrow’.

You stop playing when you hear him enter the room, peeking over your shoulder at his tired face.

“Please continue,” he rasps.

Your brows tip up in concern, sensing how tired he is, but you return to your music without pressing him with a ‘how was your day?’. In a few steps he’s sitting down on your right-hand side, and his fingers fitting into the groves of the worn ivory keys, he unfolds a gentle harmony in the treble cleft.

You continue on, the both of you enraptured in the music, until Yoongi’s playing fades away, and as you turn to him, wondering why he’s stopped, his head lolls onto your shoulder. Smiling, you brush a few stray wisps of hair away from his face. “Tired?”

He nods into your shoulder, eyes closing as you pick up the tune again, slower and more lullaby-like.

“Rest all you want,” you tell him, “I’m not letting you go back to work, until I know you’ve fully recovered.” Then, as he slowly slips into sleep, you whisper the lyrics from ‘Tomorrow’ he needs to hear most: “Wherever you are right now, you’re just taking a break. Don’t give up… Don’t get too far away, tomorrow.”

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Hoseok: Outside, the wind whisks up a torrent of leaves, clattering in shades of frozen amber against your window, but inside, cut off from the cold autumn storm, it glows with warmth, drenched in the heat of love and affection – mainly Hoseok’s love and affection, directed at you. As you sit at the piano, running through a soft re-imagining of ‘Autumn Leaves’, he watches in appreciation, head resting in his hands, breath snatched away at the way your fingers ghost across the keys, eyes half-closed, drowned in the melody.

As the final chords hang in the air, Hoseok rouses himself from the trance you have placed him in and begins clapping in appreciation – the sole audience member in this private concert. “Wow! Y/N, just… wow! That was… wow….” He tries to search for a word to aptly describe the feelings you have stirred in him, but nothing surfaces, so instead, he crosses the distance between you, and expresses himself with a gentle hand on your cheek and a breathy kiss that presses warmth into your lips.

When he pulls away, your fingers reach out, wanting him back – and, smiling, he obliges, balancing on the edge of the piano stool so he can be that extra bit closer to you.

With the first pitter-patters of rain starting up outside, Hoseok starts up another kind of storm with you – flurries of kisses dropping down onto your skin. As the leaves fall, you fall in love.

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Namjoon: Sometimes, Namjoon really doesn’t like himself. When it’s late in the evening, and the light’s fading, he really doesn’t like himself. When he’s wasted away the day, erasing work, rather than progressing, he really doesn’t like himself. When he can’t force a smile without cracking, he really doesn’t like himself.

But, at least he’s coming home to you. And he knows that, despite all the negativity that’s oozing through him like sewage water, you love him. Even in moments of doubt, like right now, when he arrives home, faded, and ghostly, and wondering if he’s likeable, he hears you wandering through chords on the piano, and he knows that you know. Because he recognises the song – ‘Reflection’. It’s your reminder that it’s okay – all of it.

He leans back against the door as the familiar notes hit him – spine pressing to the wood and head tilting back till he’s gazing up at the grey ceiling. There may be no words, but each jump of your fingers across the black and ivory keys speaks to him. He hears. He understands.

After a few moments, after a few deep breaths, he feels himself – his real self – float back into his body, and he’s ready to greet you. He steps forward, into the light of the music room, where you shift to glance at him out of the corner of your eyes. The music keeps on spinning out. He smiles at you, and you smile back, and that’s all it takes for Namjoon to like himself like you love him.

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Jimin: “Forever we are young, amidst the scattering rain of flower petals I run, wandering through this maze.” Jimin can’t help but sing the last few lines of the familiar song while you rest upon the final chords on the piano.

Turning to him, eyes shining bright, you say, “Your singing still sounds as beautiful as it did when you first sang this song.”

Jimin heaves out a sigh. “That was a long time ago, wasn’t it?” His mind flickers back to those days, an eternity ago (try a few years, but they feel infinite), when you didn’t exist in his life. So many things have changed since then. He’s changed since then.

Sensing a shift in his mood, you reach out your hands to him, hoping for a hold on his uncertain frame, quivering on the edge of being lost to remembering. In answer to your silent plea, he steps closer and winds his arms around your shoulders. You ground him back in reality with your head resting on his chest.

“It wasn’t so long ago…” you murmur.

“Sure feels like it though.” Stifling thoughts begin clinging onto Jimin, realisations of how far on his life has progressed, how much closer he is to stepping off the cusp of youth… realisations that the lyrics of the song you played can’t be true. He won’t be young forever, and neither will you. It terrifies him.

You stretch your neck to gaze up at him. “We’re still young,” you assure him, “And even when we grow old, and get grey-haired and wrinkly, we’ll stay young – on the inside at least. All I need is you by my side, and I feel like I could stay vibrant and strong for the rest of my life.”

How is it that you always know what to say? Jimin swallows down his foul-tasting fears and kisses the top of your head. “Young forever, you and me.”

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Taehyung: As you drift through the dream-enhancing chords, sat over the piano, Taehyung stands on the other side of the door, enraptured and enwrapped by your playing. When the final notes peel away into a calm quiet, he opens the door to be greeted by your smile.

“Just One Day?” Taehyung asks, although he doesn’t need an answer from you – he recognises the melody like he recognises the freckles on your face.

“Did you like my arrangement of it?”

“Like it?” Taehyung flops down onto the nearby sofa, and motions for you to join him, “Like it? I adored it.”

“I adore you,” you counter, abandoning the piano stool to find a comfier spot with Taehyung, perched above him, legs straddling his waist. Your hair falls down around your shoulders and, as you lean towards Taehyung, it cuts off the rest of the world, encasing the two of you in your own existence.

Taehyung’s hands reach up to cup your face, and when you close your eyes to his touch, he stretches up to kiss your eyelids. In parting his lips from your skin, he murmurs, “I never really understood the lyrics of that song until I met you.”

“What? ‘Just One Day’?”

He nods, bumping his nose against yours in the process. “I never understood the desperate need to be with someone, even if it was only for one day. But then I saw you, and suddenly it made sense. I got the feeling that even if I could only be with you for one day, one hour, even one second, that would be enough for me. It’s like my purpose is to be with you.”

You felt the sting of tears as they jumped up behind your lids, but you refused to let them fall. “I suppose it’s a good thing we have more than one day then.”

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Jungkook: Poised on your doorstep, Jungkook takes a deep breath and steps forward to knock.

And pauses.

The last time he saw you, you had been in floods of tears, both of you shouting things you didn’t mean. Now he’s outside, wanting to apologise, to go back to how it used to be. But he’s scared. He’s terrified. And he can’t bring himself to make a move.

That is until he hears the strains of a piano playing, wafting through an open window. Those chords are familiar – ‘Love is not over’. On recognising the song, he slowly breaks down – like a lump of sugar dissolving in coffee, one second he’s solid and the next he’s disappearing, forgetting himself and slipping over into tears. He can’t bear to be apart from you any longer, and judging by your playing, neither can you. Not caring how much of a mess his face is, puffy and red, striped with tear-tracks, he knocks. And after a few seconds you answer. Your face is a mirror of his, just as cracked, just as damp.

“I’m sorry…” is all you can say before he pulls you into a tight hug that squeezes all the air out of you, and he’s murmuring in your ear, “Me too. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Just like that it’s okay again. With the two of you, things can never truly be finished – you can never truly be done with each other. Love will never be over, and so long as you’re breathing, you’ll be together.

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all-t0-y0u  asked:

Could you write an imagine where the reader spends the night over at Peter's and in the morning it's just super fluffy and stuff??

You breathed out sleepily as the light shining through Peter’s pale blue curtains woke you up gently. As you opened your eyes, a smile spread across your face.

Peter had his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, and his head nestled in the area between your shoulder and neck. Whenever he moved his head in his sleep, he unconsciously nuzzled his nose against your neck. His legs were tangled with yours, and he was snoring softly.

With the hand that wasn’t pinned under your sleeping boyfriend, you reached for your phone and opened the camera. Changing it to the front camera, you took a quick picture of Peter cuddling you. Your smile widened at how adorable he looked.

Returning your phone to his bedside table, you rolled over to face him so that he still had his arms around you, but you could now cuddle him back and rest your forehead against his. Just as you were starting to fall asleep again, he began to wake up.

“Morning,” he mumbled sleepily, his arms tightening around you. You scooted down slightly so that your head was resting against his chest.

“Morning handsome,” you replied with a grin, knowing that the pet name would make him blush adorably. Looking up, you saw you were right.

“You look beautiful,” Peter told you, pressing a lazy kiss to the top of your head and rolling onto his back. You cuddled closer to him, propping your chin on his chest so you could look at him.

“Can we just stay like this forever?” he asked quietly, stroking your cheek gently. You smiled, leaning into his touch and closing your eyes.

“We should,” you replied, placing your hand over his. “Getting out of bed’s overrated anyway.”

He chuckled, still staring at you with his beautiful brown eyes. You reached out and ran a hand through his brown curls, still tousled and flattened on one side from sleeping.

“I love you,” you mumbled, barely loud enough for him to hear. He did hear though, and a grin bigger than any you’d ever seen spread across his sleepy face.

“I love you too,” Peter replied, wrapping his arms around you again and pulling you closer to him. “Always.”

(I also have a fic about the reader staying over at Peter’s, you can read it here! https://misswinchester221b.tumblr.com/post/151299041320/toothpaste-kisses )

ARRESTED!
  • [Soft piano and violin playing]:
  • Yuuri [holding onto Victor while bakes on top of Hasetsu Castle]: I love you. There is no one in this world like you. Victor, you are my everything. And this day i swear to be yours forever. In good and bad-
  • [Police cirens]: stay where you are. I repeat, Stay where you are.
  • Victor [in tears of joy]: I'll bail us out babe, don't you worry.

touer  asked:

top 5 reasons to love jjp!

IZZY MY LOVE!!! I’m glad you asked because you know how much my never ending love flows for JJP so be prepared its a long one im just gonna reLEASE THE FEELS

1. The neck grabs/loving stares

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2. Their relationship is not close, but deep

 

 

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3. Their touches….

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4. They shine so brightly when they’re together

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5. They worked through all their hardships so that they could stay together

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Who the moon signs are to me (from a scorpio moon)

Aries moon: You are the spark, enlightening everything you touch, burning it, adding bright red colors and excitement. You are the newborn, finding the good in everything, thinking of everything as a new special experience. You are an experience, once you let it take you it will bring fulfillment and will bring life to anything.

Taurus moon: You are the path, guiding me in the right direction, steady, never letting me lose my way. You are the shore, absorbing my emotions, letting them clash onto you but never take you, always being there, never wavering. You are the rock, standing stubbornly and solidly, giving me a place to stand on, to depend on. 

Gemini moon: You are the wind, flighty, mysterious, leading to me a new path if i follow you. You are the masks, having one for each situation, recognizing when I’m wearing one of my own, softly whispering me to take it off. You are the genius, cunning, naturally intelligent, always looking for information, always observing and processing.

Cancer moon: You are the feelings, each one hitting like a wave, sometimes turning into a tsunami, raw, deep, consuming. You are the sea, calm, nice, comforting, but can turn violent, volatile, swallowing me whole. You are agape, unconditional selfless love, embracing everyone, whether stranger or friend, like a mother, providing endless comfort and support.

Leo moon: You are the hero, always wearing a smile for everyone who doesn’t, standing proud and tall. You are the star, playing in an endless drama piece, never stopping your act, performing, making people laugh, bringing them enjoyment. You are the protector, always looking out for your loved ones, putting their needs above your own, getting heartbroken every time your friends are down.

Virgo moon: You are the system, always working and making everything work, connecting everything, recognizing the flaws and trying to fix them. You are the tortured artist, seemingly never statisfied with your own work, in an endless spiral of self criticism until you finally create your perfect piece. You are Mother Teresa, eternally charitable and blessing those close to you with endless love and loyalty.

Libra moon: You are the mirror, showing everyone what they want to see, reflecting their own image. You are the bond, the one holding everyone together, keeping the peace but also being the leader when you need to, bringing solidarity to every group you are in. You are a diamond, shining brightly and glamorousl and shining that light on those around you.

Scorpio moon: You are glass, sturdy but also easy to break, so you try to hide that weakness, disguising yourself to be another material altogether. You are the universe, deeper than anyone can anyone could guess, filled with the dark but also stars and galaxies, shining brightly, showing whole new worlds. You are a vulcano, your emotions always on hold, never showing, never dripping an ounce of lava until one day you explode and your emotions become hot lava, burning everyone near you. 

Sagittarius moon: You are laughter, good times and happiness, reckless fun, loud and bold, laughing at danger itself. You are shooting stars, moving quickly, too quickly for some, never stopping but illuminating everything in your way, so bright some think you can grant wishes. You are late night road trips, spontaneous, a new experience bringing excitement to everyone involved, you are lais back but serious at the same time.

Capricorn moon: You are the boss, recognizing what needs to be done and telling others what to do, the most important part of the team, able to see what needs to be improved and having a keen eye for details. You are a mountain, unmovable and too high for most people, but once someone climbs the mountain you offer a dependable place, forever staying there, and a bright, calming view. You are the determined one, always striving to be on the top, always aiming to be the best, which inspires others and makes them admire you.

Aquarius moon: You are humanity, everyone’s thoughts and feelings fused into one, bearing the burden of all of humanity, which can get so overwhelming you have to detach from your emotions. You are everyone, you connect with everyone, overflowing with empathy, accepting humans of all kinds and backgrounds, making them a part of yourself. You are the observer, attaining all kinds of knowledge, always striving to learn more.

Pisces moon: You are everything and nothing, the beginning and the end, allknowing, spiritual. You are the savior, sacrificing yourself for everyone around you, caring for the weak and the abandoned, seeing yourself in them, seeing yourself in everyone. You are compassion, striving to do good for this world, to make it a better place and to make others better people. You are salvation.

Sorting The Avengers in Hogwarts houses!

Note: This is the first time i’ve sorted anyone! I might get a few wrong, and we may think differently. That’s okay! These are just my thoughts, and you are more than free to give yours too. 


Tony Stark: This… Could go either way for me. I think Tony has both Ravenclaw and Slytherin traits. Though overall i think he is Slytherin.

Originally posted by stiilesstilinski

Steve Rogers: Completely a  Gryffindor. He has every single trait the Brave house shares. And frankly i don’t know what other house would suit him more.

Originally posted by naih-reedus

Bruce Banner: Ravenclaw! This one was pretty obvious. Bruce is extremely smart and wise, and would for sure do very well in this house.

Originally posted by cinexphile

Natasha Romanoff: Slytherin! She is very Cunning and has a fire inside her, just like most of her housemates.

Originally posted by basicmarvelnerd

Clint Barton: Hufflepuff! Loyal, kind, and sticks to his friends sides, he is truly a cute lil’ huffpuff.

Originally posted by stiilesstilinski

Thor: He cares about his friends and would always stick by their side. Not to mention all the gifts he gives to his roommate (Aka his presence). I think Thor is a Hufflepuff!

Originally posted by mightythor

Rhodey: Without a question, Gryffindor! He risks his life constantly for his job, and puts nerve over all. 

Originally posted by dailyrhodey

Scott Lang: Hufflepuff! Our Scott is very genuine and kind, and really i think he’s a very very good example of a pure Hufflepuff.

Originally posted by skyexwanda

Peter Parker: Ravenclaw! Though i do think he would be good in Hufflepuff, his wit, mind, and wisdom are his true traits. (In my sorting hat book)

Originally posted by manny-mellark

T’challaGryffindor! He’s brave, chivalrous, and daring, which is why i put him in there!

Originally posted by miscellame

Sam Wilson: Honestly, this one is a little hard. Though i know him for his kindness and loyalty to Steve, others could say his willingness to save people tops it all, but i think he’d do well in Hufflepuff.

Originally posted by marvxl-trash

Bucky/ Winter solider: Bucky is Hufflepuff, since he always makes sure Steve is happy,  and stays by his side forever. The winter solider is  Gryffindor.

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

Wanda: I feel like through she could be a Gryffindor, she would do much better in  Slytherin. Since she’s a very ambitious and now mostly cares about herself and only herself. 

Originally posted by comicbookdaily

Pietro:  Gryffindor! It’s a little hard to place him, since he wasn’t in the movie all that much (ow) but i think the way he saved Clint was brave and daring. Which seems to be his main traits.

Originally posted by marvelmaximoff

Vision: He does have a almost limitless amount of information at his hands, and is very accepting, so really, what other house than Ravenclaw! 

Originally posted by akamatthewmurdock

Leo

Shawn Mendes x Reader

Word count: 1,074

A/N: Anon requested ; Shawn’s about to go on tour and y/n is sad so before he leaves he gives her Leo so he can protect her and its super sentimental and sweet and symbolic. I hope this is alright!

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I wake up to the sun bleeding through the blinds, leaving rainbow reflections on the wall. I turn over to see Shawn’s bare back, his hair messy. He’s leaving to go on tour again today, a day I’ve been dreading for weeks now. We’ve basically spent every day together, trying to make up for lost time in advance. I hate it when he goes away for so long. I’m always so happy to see him pursue his passion and his love for music but it hurts so much to be separated for so long. I trace my finger lightly down Shawn’s spine, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He groans as he turns over to face me. He rubs his eyes lazily before placing his hand under my chin, his thumb gliding along my bottom lip. “Good morning, beautiful.” He croaks, his voice so deep, as it always is when he first wakes up. “Not a good morning.” I say to him, pouting playfully. “I know… Hey-” he says lifting my chin up so our eyes meet again. I try to smile but Shawn sees right through me, knowing how I really feel. “2 months, then I’ll be home for a little while and I won’t let you leave my side. I promise, baby.” He says, trying to comfort me.

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You're Cute When... // Archie Andrews

Could you do one where Archie is supper cuddly with his girlfriend like carrying her everywhere and using cute pet names?

Thank you for this request! I’ve changed it up a little but it’s still cute! I’ve been swarmed with requests in the past few days holy moly it’s crazy, but it keeps me busy! Hopefully this ones good too!

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‘Archibald!’ I exclaimed, slapping his knee. I was sitting in front of him, my back turned away from him and sitting in between his legs.

I was playing Call of Duty with him and was getting frustrated that he kept shooting at me and we were on the same god damn team. Archie threw his head back, that contagious laugh escaping his lips.

'Archie, it’s not funny! I’m taking this seriously and you’re trying to be a dick!’

'You’re cute when you’re serious.’ He said in my ear, both of us watching the screen as we shot the opposing team.

'Archie, you’re making me angry.’ I grumbled, elbowing him in the stomach. That however didn’t do anything since it was rock hard.

'You’re cute when you’re angry.’ He whispered in my ear, making me smile a little.

I stopped the game, turning my head to look at him, seeing a small confused smile on his face. He looked down at me, taking a quick glance at my lips. 'Why did you do that?’

'Cause I was kicking your ass and didn’t want your to feel bad. But, I’d prefer to also look at you more then kick your ass.’ I smiled cheekily.

He frowned playfully at him, before a small smile replaced it. 'Come here,’ he whispered, pulling me into his chest, my head resting up near his shoulder, my hand resting on his heart.

I listened to Archie’s heartbeat with a mixture of the rain slightly hitting his window of his bedroom. I closed my eyes, feeling relaxed after the first time in a long time.

It always felt that way in Archie’s arms; he managed to make me feel safe from everything else in the world. With everything that had been going on with the murder, our friends and school, these moments to me were the most precious ones. I felt his chin resting on top of my head, letting out a sigh.

'Can we stay like this forever?’ I whispered, my eyes still closed.

'I wish we could. This here is where I wanna stay. I couldn’t think of anywhere else I wanna be.’ He kissed the top of my head, resting his forehead on my head.

I smiled, feeling my mind becoming sleepy, almost wanting to fall asleep. 'You’re really comfy.’ I mumbled. Archie chuckled, causing his chest to vibrate and hold me tighter.

'Did you wanna sleep for a bit?’ He asked. I nodded, not being able to find my voice. I soon felt Archie pick me up off of the floor, carrying me bridal style to his bed.

He laid me down, climbing into the bed and throwing the covers over the two of us. I snuggled into his chest, feeling his fingers running through my hair.

'It’s okay sweetheart, go to sleep. I’ll still be here when you wake up.’ He whispered, kissing my forehead.

'I love you.’ I mumbled.

'I love you.’ He whispered.

Tags: @sweetvengeancee

Here are more of my Belle/Adam NSFW headcanons that were actually asked for this time

Quick note: The first two headcanons will probably be familiar, since I already leaked them (and also, my recent fic is based off the second headcanon lol). Enjoy the Sin™

• Some nights they take baths together, both of them seated in a tub of lukewarm water, rose petals floating on the water’s surface, dim candles flickering soft light onto the dark walls, and Belle between Adam’s legs with her back rested against his firm chest. The atmosphere of the candle-lit room always starts out serene, usually filled with quiet conversations, Adam’s fingers skimming through Belle’s damp hair and grazing his manicured nails along her scalp, as she talks enthusiastically about whatever book she is reading at the moment. She will have the book with her, of course, and Adam will happily hook his chin over her shoulder and let her read to him. Eventually, to no one’s surprise, the once tranquil room comes to life with the sounds of sloshing water, desperate sighs, and smacking lips when Adam can no longer contain the desire pooling low in his belly at the gentle, clearly articulated sound of Belle’s voice. Her intellect—for some ungodly reason—is outrageously alluring. A deft hand between her legs, a teasing mouth at her ear, and suddenly water is spilling over the tub walls and splattering onto the floor, Belle writhing as she comes undone in Adam’s arms with his name on her lips.

• He doesn’t know why it takes him so long to notice, but when she is perched upon his bare chest and tracing a gentle finger over his parted lips, it dawns over Adam that Belle is quite fixated on his mouth. And oh, the fun he has with that. It starts out subtle; him quickly licking the pad of his index finger before turning the page of his book when he knows she’s watching, and “accidentally” missing her lips when he goes in for a quick peck, instead pressing a chaste (but is it chaste?) kiss to the corner of her mouth. It is only when Belle notices a sudden new habit of his, one of which involves dragging his finger across his bottom lip while in thought (and one that has been occurring quite too often), that she starts to become suspicious. Realization strikes when she scolds Adam for saying something crude, and he smugly calls her out.

  • “That filthy mouth of yours!”
  • “You mean the one that you revere so much? Amoureux, your eyes haven’t left my lips since I entered the room. If you’re going to kiss me, please, don’t abstain any longer. I’m sure you’re starving for it.”
  • And she had never kissed him like that before. All tongue and teeth and shoulders slamming into bookshelves. And when she begs him to fuck her, he chuckles and breathes into her ear, “That filthy mouth of yours.”

• Another thing Belle is rather taken with; Adam finishing inside of her. There is something so satisfying in the way the muscles in his back tense beneath her fingers as he comes, the way he settles his hot, heavy weight on top of her after one last, deep thrust. His face always hovers briefly, mouth open soundlessly, until he buries his head against her shoulder and lets out a beautiful noise that is somehow a mixture of a moan, a growl, and a cry. She finds so much comfort in his body trembling in her arms as he tries to catch his breath, her cheek resting against his hair. She would stay there forever if she could.

• The first time they fight—and not just one of their short-lived, trifling quarrels, but a real fight that results in slamming doors and raw throats—Belle and Adam don’t speak for days. Every time they pass each other in the castle, Belle’s shoulders stiffen and Adam sticks out his chin and clenches his jaw. And it is Belle, of course, who makes a snide remark and gets the whole ball rolling once more. The servants make away with themselves when the screaming starts, and Adam is damn near ready to leave himself when Belle gets in his face, the two of them nose to nose and breathing heavily. But there is this superior twinkle in her eyes, and something in Adam snaps. The force of his lips on hers leaves them bruised in the aftermath, and their chests audibly collide when he pulls her flush against his body. They don’t make it to a bed, a piece of furniture, or even a wall, he just takes her in the middle of the floor. And at some point words of anger melt into coos of affection, rough touches turn tender, and the hard snap of his hips slows to a languid grind. That prideful twinkle in Belle’s eyes is replaced by a warm, doting glow, and the two lovers fall into a fit of giggles once they’re through; sweaty, sated, and laughing on the floor in their torn and ruffled clothes.

• Jealous!Adam :-)

• Adam takes Belle in the garden because he knows that the new gardener who has been eyeing his wife is currently trimming the hedges nearby. Belle doesn’t protest at all—she does quite the opposite, actually. If there was any doubt that the gardener didn’t hear her obscene and unabashedly loud cries of pleasure, that doubt was obliterated immediately when the gardener spotted the pair a few hours later and hastily averted his gaze.

• I have mentioned this concept a few times before, but let us just consider it again; Adam getting so overwhelmed while he is dancing with Belle, that he drags her away in the midst of a ball to an alcove just off the ballroom so he can have his way with her. He cramps her into the corner of the already confined space, pressing hot, sloppy kisses to her lips and husking out words of molten desire into her open mouth. Having her husband’s tongue inside of her is oddly much more exhilarating when the chatter of their party guests can be heard from only 15 feet away, and Belle’s orgasm takes her by surprise when she hears her father’s curious voice creeping closer to the alcove, the possibility of being caught distending between her legs and washing through her whole body in a new and alarming form of euphoria.

• Having sex in places where they can easily get caught becomes a thing for them, because hey, we all know they be kinky as hell.

• Also, um… balcony sex… (o˘◡˘o)

ON A FINAL NOTE, BELLE TOTALLY PUT ON A SHOW FOR ADAM ONE NIGHT BY WEARING NOTHING BUT HIS BEDAZZLED CORONET UPON HER HEAD, AND SHE MADE HIM CALL HER “HIGHNESS” AKLFHLAKHLKAF (I DON’T FUCKING CARE IF HISTORY SAYS FRENCH PRINCE’S DIDN’T WEAR CORONETS, YOU CAN’T CONVINCE ME THAT ADAM DIDN’T HAVE SOME SORT OF CROWN)

Mother’s Day

Summary: Bucky’s daughter enlists his help to create the best Mother’s Day present ever.

Characters: Bucky Barnes, OFC Becca Barnes, reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1127

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Bucky could feel someone staring at him as he slept. He slowly opened his eyes to find his daughter kneeling at the side of the bed. He groaned and looked at the clock.

“It’s only 6am,” Bucky mumbled sleepily. “Go back to bed.”

“Daddy, I have a mission!” Becca whispered urgently.

“A mission?” Bucky asked, sleep still taking over his senses.

Becca nodded her head vigorously. “It’s for Mommy’s Day! Can you help me?”

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Lightning Under Your Skin

Yoongi scenario

Genre: angst, fluff

Word count: ~ 9700

A/N: Technically, in quantity, there’s probably more fluff than angst. But Yoongi’s character is quite heartbreaking in general, so I’m leaning towards it being angst. Also, I guess, it’s kind of “People have random magical powers!AU”.

Mini-playlist for the story

1. Sixx A.M. - Skin. || 2. MIIA - Dynasty. || 3. Billie Eilish - Ocean Eyes. || 4. Troye Sivan - BLUE (feat. Alex Hope). || 5. TroyBoi - On My Own (feat. Nefera). || 6. Agust D - So Far Away (ft. Suran). 

“That’s just how your world worked. People were used to trying different things and hanging on to every opportunity to participate in a new activity; all in hopes to reveal the power they were born with. You wouldn’t know what it is until you found yourself in a situation, where your own magic could be used. The hardest part of the search - most powers were so random and specific, that you’d have to be pretty damn lucky to stumble upon it.”


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Home (Requested)

Pairing: Scott Summers x Reader 
Request: ok so i just read “years” and well,,,that was the eighth time scott summers made me cry, get the reference?? ok but you need to write a happy ending because that messed me up and i can’t take the fact that scott doesn’t love me in the fic so please please write something fluffy and happy for my lil scoot
Word Count: 1250
Warning: Fluff, sleepy scoot, mentions of nudity. more fluff
A/N: I love sleepy scoot, he’s so cute, so soft. Btw I’m not going to be doing Tag in a Fic posts anymore, since I don’t have a laptop and sometimes mobile won’t tag. 
Tagging: @stovehairington. @notsoprettykitty


Originally posted by xmendaily

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

((gifs not mine, credit to owners))


Days at Xavier’s seemed to slow to a sluggish crawl. The winter chill ached in the bones of the students as they fought to stay awake in class. Most of them would rather be in bed. Scott was among the many wanting nothing more than to sleep, and had planned on finishing what seemed like a never ending day with a few thousand hours of sleep. But his duties as a X Men called for other plans, and before he knew it, Scott was practically being shoved into the X Jet with barely open eyes.

You on the other hand were curled up in Scott’s bed, awaiting his return home. When he was leaving you told him that you’d keep his bed warm for him before exchanging a short kiss. You had spent the last few hours wondering when he’ll be back, and not letting your mind betray you to think of if he’d comeback. A chill ran up your spin at the thought, so you forced your attention back to your novel.

Although, tiredness had started to creep up on you, making it impossible to actually focus on your book. Your eyes scanned over the same page for a solid ten minutes before you grunted in dissatisfaction. Soon it was discarded to your side, while you forced your heavy eyes awake. You knew Scott would be happy to find you waiting for him, but you also were sure he’d start to lecture you about staying up, if he had the energy. And not so surprisingly Scott trudged into his room barely awake.

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Home Sweet Home

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Request: Hey there, I was wondering if you could do a Dean x reader where Dean finds the reader after she’s kidnapped by demons and fights all of the demons off just for her. Can this be really fluffy?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,600ish

Warnings: mentions of torture

A/N: Fluffy, fluffy Dean…


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Gemini: Friends + Relationships

What a Gemini expect from friends: When it comes to being a Gemini friend, just be yourself and be about what you preach. A Gemini would be impressed by one who is just simply themselves all-around, rather then someone who has 54 different personalities for 54 different people. Another thing a Gemini seeks from friends is commitment and longevity; don’t call us our friend one day and act like you don’t know us the next. 

What a Gemini expect from Relationships: If your lover a Gemini, please be about your business and stay on top of your game. A Gemini expects space, loyalty and a communication level that can be considered well-grounded. Don’t let anyone come in between you guys and try your best to understand your Gemini on a level that others can’t, and you both will last for quite a long time, or possibly forever (don’t take my word).