prettier than a princess

A witch puts a spell on a girl, a sleeping spell that promises the girl shall wake through true love’s kiss. Men come and kiss her. She slumbers. Women come and press their lips to hers, but still she sleeps. Many years past, and the girl remains still. One bright morning,  a lost little boy finds her resting spot and clears the dust and grime from her face. He offers her a kiss on her forehead, and her eyes flutter open. She never feels romantic love for a man nor a woman, and she cares for the boy until the day she dies.

A young woman is imprisoned in a castle by a monstrously formed prince. The servants of the castle hope for them to fall in love, and when the spell is broken they assume their prayers have been answered. They are all surprised, but nonetheless pleased, when it is revealed to them that the young woman and prince are the truest of friends, and nothing more.

They say the kingdom is ruled by an evil queen, a woman who is incapable of loving. She is unmarried, she has no consorts, and she wishes for no partner. She is the wretched queen, the heartless queen. She must hate her daughter, for her daughter is beautiful, and women are incapable of liking another woman who’s prettier than themselves. It must be for this reason that the princess was sent away, not for how she was attacked by a man in the woods. They say the kingdom is ruled by an evil queen because she cannot love. The queen loves her daughter, and that is enough for them both.

There lives a prince who is forced to choose a bride at the ball. He meets many beautiful women, but find none which he loves. He spies one in a gorgeous gown and wonder in her eyes, and he dances with her all night long. The kingdom is sure he has found his bride. When the clock strikes midnight he tells her how he will never love a woman, or a man, in the way he is expected to. The beautiful woman smiles and tells him she expects nothing from him. The next morning the prince and the beautiful woman are missing, having run off together to see the world. They leave their shoes behind in their haste.

Many kinds of love exist. It doesn’t all have to be romantic.

@imagine-sterek sorry for yet another long rant but this idea is just so cute I couldn’t help myself!

Imagine Derek being a single dad with twin daughters and him going to all the dance recitals and school award ceremonies and letting them paint his nails and braid his hair and being such a pro at tea parties he might as hell have a PhD on it and the other deputies tease him for it (except the sheriff cuz he knows what its like with kids, he came dressed up as batman on take your child to work day for 4 years cuz Stiles swore up & down his dad was a superhero) but then one day Derek gets called to work on his day off due to being understaffed and he arrives at the station with two 6 year old girls, one on his shoulders and the other clinging to his leg as he walks, both of them giggling about. Derek has a million rainbow colored clips on his hair, blue nail polish (cuz blue is pretty), and the deadliest glare on earth.

He knows he’ll never live this down but if anyone dares to say one word about his attire in front of his baby girls Derek is going to fucking eat them cuz his babies worked really hard on his makeover and he isn’t going to take it off and make them sad simply because he’s afraid of being teased. They can laugh and point all they want any other day but not in front of his girls, he’ll beat them to a pulp if they so much as snicker in front his princesses. He wasn’t able to get a babysitter on time so his coworkers are just gonna have to keep their comments to themselves if they want to stay in one piece.

So there he is working on a Saturday afternoon with his two 6 year olds coloring on the other side of his desk when someone speaks.

“Love your hair, man.”

Derek is about to rip this guy to shreds when he looks up to see the most beautiful man he has ever seen staring back at him with a cheeky smile on his face.

Then the beautiful man starts talking to his princesses and asking if they can make him look as pretty as Derek and his little girls go nuts! They’re instantly on top of the gorgeous boy with their little hands working lightning fast to braid his brown locks and make him ‘prettier than than the prettiest princess’ and the guy is laughing and chatting away with the girls and Derek is sure this is what being in love feels like.


Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Sehun, prince!AU

Chapters: (1) / (2) / … // masterlist

Summary: Looks can be deceiving. Oh Sehun is far from being a prince charming.

Born as the first child of the last King of Yangdon, you’d expect me to be living the life. As a princess I was showered with dresses made of the finest materials and by the best hands. I never had had to worry about food - or had financial issues. Tiaras and diamonds were as common for me as candy is for commoners.

At first glance, that might sound like a dream - but I can tell you that all things materialistic things don’t outweigh having freedom and being able to love. 

That is the price people with blue blood have to pay.

I will be marrying someone for my country - not for myself. I have no say in anything regarding my love life.

As the firstborn of the King, I am the rightful heir to the throne. However there is one catch, I must wed to become a Queen. Until then, my mother will be in charge as my highest confidant.

Before my father passed away he made a promise to one of his childhood best friends that he would wed me to his friend’s son - if necessary. It seems like he already foresaw his early death and made this promise in order to help me. Apparently my father was fond of his son - Oh Sehun. Who by description should be my age.

Now that I am in a car to meet him for the first time.

When I finally arrive at the court of my soon-to-be husband, I feel myself growing more and more nervous. What if he doesn’t like me? What if he’s a bad man who won’t treat me right?

I step out of the car and look around. The castle was breathtaking. Trees of bright colors surrounded it like armies defending their citadel. A fountain was just in of the castle serving as a roundabout. But the castle itself was just exquisite. Judging by its style it was most likely built with the French King Louis XIIV in mind, because it looks like chateau de Versailles but just smaller - a lot smaller.

My mom and I make our way towards the entrance and from a distance I can see the King and Queen Oh of Hondo waiting to welcome us. Staff on the side bow to us politely and my mother and I smile back.

Behind the King and Queen I see a young handsome face that must belong to Oh Sehun.. the prince I will be marrying..

“Welcome!” The King greets us. “We are delighted to have you here.” He looks very calm and collected. A King who is amiable.

The Queen takes my hand but quickly decides to hug me too. “Welcome, darling. We have been waiting for you.” She too - looks like a person I can be comfortable with.

Next the young man steps forward and gives me a hand and a bright smile. I feel time slowing down for a second and I swallow. He is incredibly handsome. He has those wide innocent angelic eyes and cherry red lips. He might even be prettier than I am.

“Nice to meet you, princess. We have been expecting you.” He gives me a wink and I’m immediately melting. His voice is calm and sweet like a lullaby.

“Nice to meet you too, prince Sehun.” I smile back.

The atmosphere suddenly changes completely and I can see the face of the man in front of me fall. I can hear an awkward cough from behind me and suddenly looks are being exchanged - except with me.

“Ehh..” Sehun scratches the back of his head in awkwardness. Did I say something wrong?

My face turns red and when the Queens decides to help me out my face turns red and my stomach drops. “My dear, that is not Sehun. This is Luhan.. his brother.”

I wish the earth would swallow me up. I hear staff snickering in amusement. I feel so stupid for not even recognizing the man I’m going to marry. Instead I mistakenly think his brother is my fiancé.

But if this isn’t my soon-to-be husband then where on earth is he?

As if on queue I hear the sound of a vehicle on gravel. I turn around to see a white golf cart racing its way into the crowd. A few people move away in order not to get hit.

What the heck?!

The speeder stops right in the middle of the crowd and a tall male steps out of the cart in silk pajamas. I stare at him incredulously..

You’ve got to be kidding me..

Don’t tell me..

I’m not only shocked and infuriated for almost being hit by a freaking golf cart. I’m livid because I have a great feeling this is my fiancé and as a cherry on top he is accompanied by two barely clothed women on his side.

If this is my fiancé, then he treating me as a joke already.

I shouldn’t be taking this.

Not as the next Queen of my country.

Please let this not be Oh Sehun. Please let this not be Oh Sehun. I chant in my head.

Yet my worst fear comes true.

“Oh Sehun,” he introduces himself and extends a hand. When I don’t shake it he takes it back with a shrug and circles his arms around those two.. I don’t even have words for them.

The look on Queen Oh’s face is apologetic. She knows her son is being disrespectful towards me.

I am being treated as a complete joke.

I seriously can’t believe he doesn’t have the decency to welcome me like the rest of his family - in normal clothes. Instead he shows up by nearly killing people and two.. women on his arm.

Shoot me.

Right now.

“I take that this is my wife?” Sehun steps towards me and just stares. His face is stoic and every inch of him tells me he doesn’t like me. His posture is defensive and hostile.

Five minutes ago I felt welcomed and actually quite warmly received but all of that is now in the trashcan.

My face turns to my mom in help, and even she is utterly shocked by this show. Every part of her is holding itself back to not take me away but my country needs this marriage to go through and we all know that.

I wish my dad could see me now. Surely he would put a spot to this marriage.

This is not the kind of person I want on my side leading my country.

The King is twitching in anger too and decides to divert the attention from his son’s stupidity. “Let’s get everyone inside.” He smiles but I can sense his frustration. “Max!” He yells for one of his staff and a man in black suit with headset and all comes to the front.

“On it majesty.” He immediately knows what the King wants.

While I’m being ushered inside I turn around for a second and see Max preventing Sehun’s ladies from entering the castle with us.

“I’ll talk to you later about this stunt.” The King points into Sehun’s face and when he turns around Sehun rolls his eyes.

On Sehun’s side there is another man in suit making sure he follows the group.

I try to distance myself from my fiancé. This is going to be a wild marriage. On my right I feel a light tug on my sleeve. “I apologize for my brother.” It’s Luhan and he looks troubled. “He just has a hard time accepting an arranged marriage. He’s trying to protest against it. It’s nothing personal. I promise he isn’t like this.”

I smile back and nod. Yet Sehun’s actions still don’t sit well with me after those words.

This is the person I’m going to marry..?

I don’t feel well.

All of us are seated in the living room and I was right. The castle is beautifully rococo styled. Staff brings us tea and some delights to munch on.

While my mom and the Queen are chatting like women do and the King and Crown Prince try to make small talks with me, I can feel Sehun’s eyes on me. He has his arms and legs folded and his lips are pulled into a thin line.

He is staring at me.

I turn to him. Maybe he’ll tear his gaze away from me if I look back.

But he doesn’t.

We meet eyes and instead of looking away he just keeps a straight face while staring. All of a sudden he shakes his head laughing and  shoots me a dirty smirk. I shift uncomfortably.

He slowly opens his mouth. Not to say anything but just to mouth four little words for only me to see.

‘I… don’t…. like… you.’

a/n: yayyy asshole prince sehun! tell me what you think! i also didnt proofread this ;-; sorryyy

Stars in His Eyes

Hi guys! I’m really sorry that I haven’t been posting as much, but school has been crazy busy! This is just a fluffy imagine that will totally have a part 2, so I hope you enjoy!💗

Stars in His Eyes
Tom kept his eyes trained on her while she wandered throughout the party with Laura. He knew that she would probably be safe because she was with their friend, but he just needed to make sure that nobody got too close to her and made her uncomfortable. Ever since Tom had known her, she had been almost painfully shy and had suffered from anxiety, especially in large crowds, so Tom just wanted to ensure that she was alright. She’d gotten swept away from him before, and Tom refused to lose her again.
The beer bottle in his hand was freezing cold and he longed to hold her hands between his own to warm up. Tom wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked tonight in her little sundress, with her hair curled into soft ringlets that hung down her exposed back. Her lips looked like rosy, red pillows and her eyelids were painted a shimmery, champagne color. Her cheeks were blushing and Tom didn’t know how, but the light enveloped her entire body, so wherever she went, she shined like an angel. He wanted to tell her all these things and more, but instead, he’d kept his mouth shut the best he could.
They weren’t together, they were merely friends. But, that being said, they were friends who brought each other hot drinks on cool days. They were friends who lent each other coats and snuggled together under blankets. They were friends who shared food off of the same plate and who held hands to cross the street. They were friends who fell asleep on the couch together while they stayed up all night watching films. They were friends who longed to be more.
Looking back over her shoulder, she glanced back to where Tom, Jacob and Harrison stood, their backs leaned up against a wall. She prayed Tom wouldn’t see her as her eyes flicked over his frame.
He looked so good, the best, she pondered. His jeans fit him impeccably and she wondered who’d helped him pick them out, because surely they deserved an award, and the buttons of his shirt strained against the broadness of his chest, forcing the lines of definition hidden beneath to be showcased to their fellow party-goers.
“Hey,” Laura’s sudden voice called out, cutting into her fantasy of simply walking up to Tom, and yanking him down to kiss her. “Let’s get another drink, yeah?”
Nodding her head, the girls rejoined hands and did their best to push through the crowded living room and into the kitchen to refill their cups.
Jacob nudged Tom’s shoulder when he saw that his friend’s attention was focused entirely on her retreating frame through the kitchen’s door. “Dude, this has to stop. You look like her stalker or some shit.”
Harrison snorted into his beer before agreeing, “Yeah, mate. It’s too much, if someone didn’t know the two of you, they’d probably fear for her life.”
Tom scoffed, shaking his head before taking a gulp of beer. “That’s not, I’m not, it’s not, it’s fine. Everything is fine. I’m just making sure that she’s- fuck, I mean they’re, okay.”
“For sure, dude, for sure.” Jacob said, making a point to roll his eyes. “Why don’t you just chug your beer, walk into the kitchen, and ask her out? You want to date her, and you’ve got to know that she wants to date you too.”
“I just,” Tom paused, diligently attempting to think of something eloquent to say, “I just don’t wanna do anything that is going to make her feel like it’s all going to fast. I heard her talking to Laura yesterday about how she thinks that the sweetest relationships are the ones that have had the most time to build themselves up.”
“Dude, you guys have had nearly a year to build up your relationship.” Harrison commented, shaking his head. “You’re both just looking for excuses to stay the same way.”
Tom did his best to ignore Harrison’s comment. He wasn’t not asking her out because he wanted their relationship to become totally and completely immobile, he wasn’t asking her out because he was scared that he would fuck everything up. Little did he know, she and Laura were having a similar conversation, but theirs was over glasses of pink wine.
“Tom looks to pretty right now,” She sighed dreamily. “He looks like Prince Philip brought to life. Too bad I’m not Sleeping Beauty.”
“If we keep drinking, we may as well be.” Laura giggled. “But seriously, what’s wrong with asking him out on a date? Y’all text all the time, you even speak on the phone, come to think of it, I can’t even recall a time where you guys haven’t been talking.”
“He’s just everything to me, I don’t know what I would do if he were to go away forever, you know? I can’t imagine waking up, knowing that he’s no longer apart of my life. He’s too important to me to risk it all for a relationship that may or may not work out.” She said, picking off her nail varnish.
“I know he’s important to you, but you must realize how important you are to him? He looks at you with stars in his eyes, and if you say that they’re just naturally twinkly, I swear to God.” Laura threatened.
Laura had met her in a thrift store and the pair had bonded over their love of cute, vintage, high-waisted mom jeans. They wandered through the entire store together, exchanged numbers and hung out twice before she had accidentally revealed what a massive Spider-Man fan she was.
When Laura had brought her onto set, she and Tom melded together and into one. Nobody knew quite what it was,but it was like the invisible hand of fate kept throwing them together.
She literally bumped into him the first time they met. Tom had held her in his arms longer than what would be deemed polite, and they had just stared at each other, completely mesmerized by the face in front of them. Then, Tom bumped into her at the craft service table, and then she ran into him as she was leaving the set. Again, the light of day seemed to melt into a faint dusk before he let her go. Then, for weeks later, Tom pestered Laura for her number. He needed to know her.
Now, after spending the summer, autumn, winter and spring together, Tom definitely knew her. He understood her, she littered all of his thoughts and his actions, and she very well could be likened to stars in his own, personal night sky.
After another two glasses of wine, she was absorbed by thoughts of Tom and wanted nothing more than to be curled up on his lap like a cat while he combed his fingers through her hair. Hiccuping her way out the door, she called out to Laura, “I’m gonna do, it’ll be done, and it’ll be by me. He’ll be done by me in the ways of asking out, and then everything will be like ‘Penelope,’ and he’ll kiss me, but I don’t have a pig’s nose?”
Laura rushed to her friend, hugging her into her arms, “You’re gonna do so great! He’s going to love you, and you’re going to be in love, and then everyone is going to say I told you so! Get out there and do it!”
Her legs wobbled as she parted groups of people in an attempt to find Tom. When she finally spotted him, she waved and called for his attention. “Tom, I found you! I got something in my mouth for you, to say to you!”
Tom raised his eyebrows as he placed his beer on the table and began to make his way over to her. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he said, “Jeez, darling, how drunk are you?”
Tucking her head beneath his chin and curling her fingers into the fabric of his shirt, she replied, “Oh, I’m not drunk at all! I’ve only had a few, actually a few means a small number of, and Laura and I finished a bottle and a half of wine, so i guess that would be more of a dyad of drinks?”
Tom called out to Harrison and Jacob, motioning for them to grab Laura from the kitchen so they could all head back home. Judging by her level of intoxication and description of how much the girls had to drink, Tom figured that this is when the party should end for them.
Guiding her out the door with a firm hand around her waist, he felt one of her hands stroke across his cheeks. “You’re so pretty.” She said, fingers still gliding over his skin.
Tom chuckled, she always got this way when she had too much to drink. “No, you’re so pretty. In fact, you’re prettier than all the princesses in the whole, wide world.”
“Laura and I were talking about you tonight. I think you look like Prince Philip and she thinks that I should ask you out. What do you think?” She asked when they’d finally felt the air’s cool breath fan across their faces.
“I think you’re drunk and talking shit.” Tom said, blowing on his hands and rubbing them up and down her arms while she leaned into his chest, fully supported by his touch.
“No, I am not!” She gasped out childishly. “I’ve been wanting you since the summer. Wanting, waiting, but you,” She booped him on the nose, “Have yet to give me a sign. Why haven’t you given me a sign? I wanna be with you, don’t you wanna be with me? Laura thinks you do.”
Tom shook his head and mumbled a quiet, “Let’s talk when you’re sober, baby. You don’t know what you’re talking about right now.”
He glanced down at the girl’s head that rested on his shoulder, and he felt her eyelashes tickling his skin. Tom wanted to believe he felt the love in her words, but he was afraid that it was just the wine he smelt on her breath. He decided that he would wait until morning, and maybe then some, to ask her what she meant.
The night sky may as well be colored in completely charcoal if she were to walk out of his life. His night sky would be no more, and all he’d have to remember her by would be a black hole.

Whatever You Call Me (Mob AU! Kai)

Originally posted by katherine8595

Type: Angst Fluff

Jongin’s lips curled around a smoke as he took in a breath. His eyes stared at the phone “this girl is an escort” he was told by one if his men named Sehun Says. He watched as Jongin put his cigarette out. “I know that’s why I want her to be hired” he said as he picked up his drink. “From what I understand she’s not a cheap woman-” “good I don’t want a cheap whore” he stopped him. “I want a play thing and I want it to be her” he told his younger as he took a sip from his drink with a large smile.


You wore one of your best dresses as because the person who requested you for the night was giving you much much more than you normally got paid. ‘This man is Kim Jong in. His dad is a mob boss’ your friend’s voice played in your head. There was a knock on the door and you headed to it. You picked up your purse and heels and as you opened your door you were greeted by a tall male. “You must be Y/N” he said as you used his arm to put your heels on. “Is Mr. Kim as bad as news makes him?” you ask as he makes a sound. “I shouldn’t talk about my boss like that” he spoke as you nodded.


You sat down on the couch as you were poured a drink from another male. Soon smoke filled your nose as you turned to see Jongin there. He smiled as he looked at you. He looked at the men in the room as they nodded leaving the room and closed the heavy door behind them.

He walked over to the bar and got himself a drink before he took a seat beside you. He pulled out his back ready to get another before you took it from him. “Smoking is bad for you” you tell him as you sat it down on the table in front of you. “Princess. You’re even prettier than I ever thought” he cooed. “Where have you seen me?” you asked him as he smiles “with one of my dad’s associates. I just wanted to take you from him" he said as he leaned closer “I want to buy your services permintly. Make you my personal escort” he says as he kisses your shoulder lightly. “I’ll pay any amounts for you” he promised.


Since that moment you were his it seemed. Sat on his lap when asked. Pleasured him when needed. Held him when he wanted affections. He bought you expensive things clothing, jewelry, entertainment, anything you asked for.


You straddled his lap as he smiled “you picked the perfect lingerie to spoil me in” he said as he looked at the sheer rode and through it the cheetah print set under it. The moment was ruined as the door opened and a deeper male voice came through to clear the throat. You got off of Jongin and he took off his jacket handing it to you. “Mr. Lee and daddy dearest” Jongin says as he looks over at you. “Mr. Lee you remember my sweet Y/N don’t you?” Jongin teases as he tugs you back into his lap. “Is this where all the money you’ve been blowing has gone to?” his father asks as Jongin chuckles.

“Its money well spent” he said as he stroked your leg “your spending your money on a whore son” his father mumbled as Jongin instantly glared. “She’s not a whore. She was an escort now she’s my girlfriend” he explains as he kisses your cheek. “My perfect little princess” he whispers to you as you give him a light smile. “We are happy together. If you came here to lecture me you can go now” he stated as he undid his jacket off of you. “Go” he continued as he waved them off. The older gentlemen left the room awkwardly as he pulled the jacket off completely. “Now we were getting to the good part” he whispered as you gave him a flirty smile.

“Girlfriend?” you asked as he unbuttoned his shirt “I call you what I want” he says as you nod. You slid off your robe as you plopped yourself on the desk and smiled. “I think of you as mine” he whispers as he stands up and pulls your legs apart. “I buy you the world and you become mine” he continues as he leans down capturing your lips with his.

Good Morning ♡ Pt. 2

S.Coups:*laughs* CUTE~”

Jeonghan: “How are you a princess? You look prettier than a princess.”

Joshua: Sprinkles holy water on you cause you’re his sin.

Jun: “… How about we pick up where we left off last night?”

Hoshi: Morning kisses… and plenty of it.

Wonwoo:  Drags you to the bathroom to shower with him.

Woozi: He starts singing to you omggg. His heavenly voice in the morning… DAMN


Mingyu: “Want some breakfast? How about some chocolate chip pancakes?”

The8: He just stares at you cause you DAYUM cute.

Seungkwan: Pretends to be asleep so he can hug you longer.

Vernon: “YOOO GUUURL~ You awake?”

Dino: Strokes your hair sooooooo delicately.

Eating Me Alive //Draco Imagine//

Requested by: potter-at-the-disco

Plot: After a long time of patiently waiting, Draco finally can’t take it anymore.

Pairing: Reader x Draco

Warnings: swears but that’s it

A/n: I’m going to make this kind like a one-shot sorta so it’s gonna be kinda short

~ Draco’s Pov ~

Transfiguration class was never long enough. I could spend days on end in that class and never once complain about staying. Why? Because Y/n was in my class. Beautiful, talented, friendly, funny Y/n. A Slytherin princess at her finest. She was undoubtedly prettier than every girl at Hogwarts by a landslide. The more I stared at Y/n, the quicker the clock seemed to move and before I knew it, we were dismissed and we would part ways, not a word said between us. But what would I say to her anyway? I’m Draco Lucius Malfoy. The school’s prick. What would a girl like Y/n, a living queen, see in me. Everyday I thought over a billion things I could say to her. Each idea was pushed aside as it was nothing good enough to say to her. Not that it would make a difference anyway. All of my words disappeared when I saw her. Talking to her was beyond impossible.

“You gotta talk to her man. You’re a fuckin’ mess.” Crabbe said as he sat down on the couch beside me.

“Easier said than done.” I muttered back as I rubbed my upper lip anxiously as my thoughts danced in my head, not once slowing down or stopping.

“This is going to ruin you if you don’t do something. It’s been a year Draco. And you’re the Slytherin Prince. What can she say to you?”

“She can say Fuck off. I may be the Slytherin Prince Crabbe, but she is the Slytherin queen. What is a Prince to a queen. Nothing.” I let my arms fall to my side as I leaned back against the couch. “But you’re not wrong Crabbe. It will ruin me. But it will ruin me more if she rejects me. There’s no way out.”

I raised my hands to my forehead as I rubbed my temples, my eyes closing.

“Just talk to her. She must notice that you stare at her literally every five seconds. And I’ve never seen ‘er with any guys 'round here so she must still be single.” Crabbe shrugged.

A match lit in my mind. “I have to tell her before someone else does.” I stood up quickly and walked out of the room, my footsteps echoing through the empty common room.

I didn’t stop walking until I was outside the potions room. I knew she had potions because Pansy did too and she was always talking about how Y/n needed to help her with the homework. I leaned against the wall and waited for the class to be dismissed.

About 5 minutes later and my waiting was over. People started filing out of the room. Some of them gave me weird looks as they passed me but I ignored them. I wasn’t looking for a fight right now. Y/n’s y/h/c hair caught my attention and I quickly snapped into action. I leaned forward and tapped her shoulder. She turned to me with her gorgeous y/e/c gleaming.

“Hi Draco, can I help you with something?” She asked as she stepped out of the stream of people.

Fuck. Where were my words. They had disappeared again. I looked at her stupidly as I desperately tried to get them back.

“Um…yeah…yeah..I-” I rubbed the back of my neck, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

She looked to be five inches shorter than me. I could have easily rested my chin on her head as I held to her waist protectively, feeling her body against mine. I shook my head slightly as she responded.

“What’s up?” Her brows furrowed a little and she leaned on one leg.

“I-” I took another breath. “I really like you Y/n. I have for about a year now. much it drives me crazy. Seriously, just ask Crabbe and Goyle. It was eating me alive so I just had to tell you. And I know you probably have no interest in me because I’m just the school bully but it was worth a shot right?”

Y/n smiled and I felt my heart melt. “That’s really nice Draco. You’ll be glad to hear that I’ve had my eye on you too. Not for a year but for a good couple months.”

She spoke softly as if she was worried someone would overhear. Her eyelashes batted every time she blinked and her eyes seemed to twinkle. Her lips reflected the color of my cheeks now as I smiled.

“You have?”

She nodded.

“Does that mean- I - does this mean I can kiss you?” I asked hesitantly. I knew there were lines, but I had no idea where I would cross them.

She laughed quietly and smiled up at me. “If you would like too.”

Without hesitation, I gently placed my hands on the sides of her face and pressed my lips to hers. It was even more wonderful than I had imagined it in my head. Her lips were softer than anything I can remember feeling and her skin was so soft and smooth. Her hands landed lightly on my waist and I felt every finger brushing lightly against my skin above my shirt. Time seemed to slow down which surprised me. Everything involving her usually sped up the clock. But I could live with this. This, was absolutely perfect.

Invincible (Calum Hood)

You were browsing the baby section of the supermarket, looking for something for your niece’s birthday. You made your way to where the cups were at - your sister told you that her daughter needed a new cup as well after losing her favorite one at the fair last weekend, so you decided to pick one up while you were there - when you jumped as felt tiny arms wrap around your leg. You looked down and saw a little boy with dark, messy hair and big brown eyes who couldn’t have been older than three smiling up at you.

“You are the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen,” you gushed with a small laugh. He held his arms up to you and you looked around. You saw no trace of anyone running around or shouting for a lost child, so you shrugged to yourself, picking him up and holding him on your hip. “So what’s your name?” you asked him.

“Aiden Thomas Hood,” he giggled, gripping your shirt tightly in both of his small hands.

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anonymous asked:

I remember you saying that we should be conscious of the oppressive history of femininity. And I just think it's interesting because I've seen this growing belief in fandom that 'action/tomboy girl tropes' are dangerous because they send a message that to be respected you must be 'masculine' and how its damaging to girls who enjoy being feminine...but this seems to dismiss how traditionally feminine girls are largely accepted while those who aren't are still punished for it?

The idea that women who don’t conform to patriarchal standards in real life and media are damaging to women is tripe. What’s damaging is when that is framed as the best or most worthy way to be a girl/woman. Which is, sadly, often the case when these types of women appear in media. But not always and the existence of  unfeminine women in general is not a threat to women. To act like it is is to take feminism back hundreds of years, to exclude other types of womanhood that suffer oppression, like trans women or women of color or disabled women who cannot fit the patriarchal, predominately white and able-bodied western ideal of femininity.

I would say that there is still a big push for girls to be traditionally feminine so that they will be accepted by society and those who don’t or can’t conform are punished for it. But women who also conform to patriarchal standards are punished as well. That’s a big part of why women who do conform to patriarchal standards should not be lauded as better or morally superior just for adhering to patriarchal values. Women are going to be punished for being women no matter what kind of woman they are. There is no way to win against a misogynistic society if you only have a shallow understanding of these problems.

People on tumblr have correctly assessed that a lot of the time when she appears in media, the “action girl” is a male fantasy. But that’s not because of the fact of her existence, it’s because of the way that the media frames her as exceptional, as the perfect girl. People also miss that the action girl also can exist to empower women, specifically women who don’t or can’t fit traditional patriarchal values of what a woman is. Again, it’s how she is framed.

It’s a problem when an “action girl” is framed as the exception to the rule. But by that same token, a big part of why action girl is so popular is because many women have grown up with another Exceptional Woman Trope: The Princess. All girls are princesses, this story goes, or that is, all girls should be princesses, and girls who can’t fit the idea of what a princess should be are just not worthy of notice. The Exceptional Princess is prettier than most girls, more refined, more polite, more kind. You know, pretty much every Disney princess, ever. This is also an oppressive trope.

I see this with Sansa a lot, too. Sansa cannot just be a survivor who is worthy of respect because all girls are worthy of respect. She has to be the most beautiful, the most kind, the most feminine and mannered. Articles praising Sansa have titles like “Sansa Stark is a Political Powerhouse”. She’s not, but that’s okay. She doesn’t need to be in order to be important.