she looks perfect in that outfit

anonymous asked:

How about one where there is a timer for when you are supposed to meet your soulmate. Like maybe have person 1 be almost obsessed with the timer to the point that when the time starts running low, they begin to panic. This results in them running almost aimlessly to where they believe would be an ideal meeting location. However, while they are running, they ram into and tackle some poor stranger. Turns out, it's person b aka person a's soulmate.

She’s waited her whole life for this day.  When Kimberly was five, she looked at the timer embedded on the underside of her wrist, the digital numbers counting down until she was seventeen.  Seventeen years, three months, thirteen days, seven hours, twelve minutes, and twenty seconds old, to be exact.

The time Kimberly would meet her soulmate.

The day before, she tried on different outfits, trying to find something perfect but nothing seemed right. This was the first moment her soulmate would see her, the first time they would lock eyes and time would literally stop. She had to look amazing.

She finally decided on her favorite pair of jeans and a pink tank top. The jeans made her butt look amazing and the top hugged her in all the right places.  She tried on her leather jacket just decided against it, just in case her soulmate was vegan or had some kind of aversion to leather products.

She sighed, looking at herself in the mirror.  She could only hope her soulmate was an anxious to meet her as she was to meet them.

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Ok so I’ve decided I’m gonna buy the new anna classic doll but put her outfit on an old classic doll bc I don’t like her new face. And I prefer her Yule look with braids down, so I’m gonna have to ***make*** the blue version of her winter hat.

But then she’ll be PERFECT.

And I think she’ll go with both Yule and harvester kristoff wonderfully, yes?

anonymous asked:

would you ever draw camila? like with lil nina?

camila loves her happy lil girl more than anything

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I’ve been playing Dream Daddy, a dating game where you play as a dad trying to romance other dads. It’s not perfect, but it’s incredibly sweet and heartfelt, and it’s something I really like. Of course, I was itching to make dolls of the characters so here’s Amanda Ann, the main character’s daughter.

My base doll is the Fashionistas Style so Sweet doll, which happened to use ALL the parts I wanted for Amanda which was a petite body, a Mbili sculpt head and in the Tropic Tan skin tone. Her hair was slightly too dark, but I’m super lazy and it’s close enough for my tastes.

Surprisingly I already had matching hair for her bangs via my Endless Hair Kingdom doll, so I plugged in a thick row and styled it. I was gonna cut her ponytail shorter but the hair sticks up so I gotta make concessions with the medium.

Her bomber jacket is actually from an Action Figure female and I got this jacket over a decade ago so I’ve always held onto it cuz it means a lot to me but I never found the right doll. It’s fully lined with a working zipper so it looks a tad bulky, but it’s the closest item I have without making it myself. She’s wearing a thrifted tank top I painted over and MTM leggings cuz none of the jeans I had looked right. And her choker is from a Fashion Fever doll lol.

She’s not perfect by any means, but I’m really digging how well she came together considering it takes me months to even get a vaguely correct looking outfit together.

Tony Stark: Narcissist

Aka: A character study of Tony Stark. Aka. Why Tony Stark is not a textbook Narcissist. You need to have 5/9 of these symptoms to be diagnosed.

(1) has a grandiose sense of self-importance (e.g., exaggerates achievements and talents, expects to be recognized as superior without commensurate (Proportionate) achievements)

Look at him bragging about all these things he doesn’t really do, oh wait, no. He does pay for everything right down to the Avengers housing, and groceries. And he does design all of their gear, including their outfits, which  does make them look cooler. (See here for details on that.)

(2) is preoccupied with fantasies of unlimited success, power, brilliance, beauty, or ideal love

I don’t even know what picture to put here, there is nothing in canon to support this idea that Tony is preoccupied with perfection. He’s preoccupied with keeping the people around him safe. 

(3) believes that he or she is “special” and unique and can only be understood by, or should associate with, other special or high-status people (or institutions)

Except that Tony does not only hang out with Bruce, in fact he spends a lot of time with Pepper who is not a genius, and Happy a normal guy who works security. Rhodey’s smart, but not on the same level Tony is, and none of the aforementioned people are in Tony’s socioeconmic group. He doesn’t view himself as above these people.

(4) requires excessive admiration

Ah yes because he reacts horribly to judgement from other people, and never changes his mind or adapts when his methods or ideas are questioned. He obviously can’t handle criticism and requires excessive phrase my bad. 

(5) has a sense of entitlement, i.e., unreasonable expectations of especially favorable treatment or automatic compliance with his or her expectations

Ah yes Tony is the one who expects to be permitted to break international law because he’s a superhero. Sorry, my bad. (Sarcasm)

(6) is interpersonally exploitative, i.e., takes advantage of others to achieve his or her own ends

Obviously Tony is the one who takes advantage of others. (Sarcasm)

(7) lacks empathy: is unwilling to recognize or identify with the feelings and needs of others

Tony’s response when confronted by a grieving parent was empathy, and guilt. He recognized her feelings, and sought to change the situation to prevent another similar situation in the future. 

(8) is often envious of others or believes that others are envious of him or her

He’s not envious of his friends achievements. He’s so proud of Pepper.

(9) shows arrogant, haughty behaviors or attitudes

I am Iron Man. 

Yeah Tony can show Arrogant and haughty behaviors, when put on the defensive, or when in front of a camera. That’s his job.

I am a Psych Major and I am sick and tired of Tony being called Narcissistic.  

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1940 -- Chapter One

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The beginning of a series where you fall in love with a soldier named Alex.

A Note From The Author: This is the first of many chapters for this Alex!AU. This chapter is simply setting the scenes for what is to come between y/n and Alex. Stay tuned for swing dancing, cheeky banter from Alex, and a few stolen kisses along the way. Let me know what you think! xxh


April, 1938
London, England 

The store sat empty, as it did most days of the week. Dust regularly collected on the cash register sitting in front of you and its brass keys grew stiff with the lack of activity. With your elbows propped up on the counter, you leaned your weight forward and held your chin in the hand that wasn’t busy drumming across the countertop. They tapped in time with the clock ticking on the wall, a constant reminder that you were stuck here on such a lovely day outside.

It was unusually warm for this time of year. Normally covered in a dreary layer of gray, the sidewalks and storefronts shone in the rare-April sunshine, people out and about, taking advantage of the weather. You were antsy as you watched out the window, hoping that someone, anyone, would walk through the door and give you something to talk about.

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Hatred (Wonho X Reader)

Admin: Candi
Request: “Hello! could i request a smut where you and wonho hate each other? – anon”
Fandom: Monsta X
Member/reader: Wonho x Reader
Genre/warning(s):  smut, humiliation, strong language, dom!Wonho (VERY DOM), choking, scratching, blood, ok let’s just say extremely hardcore sex so it’ll be easier??? (trigger warning) 
Words: 4k (not even sorry)
Authors note: Just a heads up, this is really rough. I’m hella proud of this and I hope you enjoy this. I adore writing Wonho smut BUT I ALSO WANNA WRITE FLUFF BECAUSE HE DESERVES ALL THE LOVE. But yes, this is hella intense so like just a warning so you won’t die? Or get offended. Basically rough sex, nowhere near vanilla so if that’s what you’re expecting this is exactly NOT it. I’m not even sorry at how dirty this is.

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That what friends are for - Peter Hale x Reader

Originally posted by nudev


Pairing: Peter x Reader

Prompt: Derek comes to you when he has concerns about Cora, Peter decides to tag along for his own amusement. Shopping, Seduction and Sexiness ensues!

Warnings: Explicit smut. BECAUSE I CAN! Muah! :* Love you guys!
Enjoy!

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You turned over in your bed, trying to get comfortable but having no luck. After being laid there for over an hour you gave up. You sat up with a huff opening your laptop you decided to scroll through Tumblr. You got bored after half an hour and decided to look at some NSFW posts. You tilted your head as you saw the first post, you stare at the girl who had stockings on, no panties and a lacy bra. Her hands were tied with black silk and he eyes were covered with the same material. The man was licking from her pussy to her ass. Gotta love Tumblr you thought, you bit your lip and continued scrolling, after about half an hour you decided to watch a film.

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Power Couple

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: swearing and cuteness

Word Count: 1,200+

Request from @asmolarab :Tom and the Reader are dating. The reader is a famous musician.

Also inspired from the recent drama of his fans saying rude stuff on that models page after he liked her photo… Like c’mon he’s 21 let him live pls. 


ALSO…..



THERE I’VE SAID MY PEACE NOW ENJOY THE IMAGINE BABES xx





[Reader’s POV] 


   Today you were home with Tessa waiting for Tom’s interview to start. Lounging in leggings and one of Tom’s pullovers. Walking over to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. Asking Alexa to turn up the tv so you could hear it from the kitchen.


     Tessa following you around whenever Tom wasn’t home. Getting the kettle ready and placing it on the stove. Reaching into the cupboard for a mug then for your organizer full of teas. Picking out which tea you want today ,you pick it from the slot.


     Tearing it open you pull the bag out and set it into the mug. Throwing the trash away turning around once you hear the kettle whistle. Reaching over you lift it up and grab your mug. Pouring the hot water into the mug seeing the light steam rising from the mug. 


     A smile rises to your face as you smell the raspberry scent fill your nose. Grabbing a the sugar spoon and doing one little spoonful. Opening the fridge you grab the almond milk out of the fridge. Pouring a small amount then putting it away. Pulling out the drawer and taking out a spoon to stir everything together.


“Tom Holland will be on next after the break!” The host’s voice fills the air making you look over from hearing your boyfriend’s name. A smile on your face thinking of him. You’re so proud of where he is right now.


“C’mon Tess, let’s go back and wait for daddy to come back on” Leaning down rubbing her head and stroking the side of her face with your thumb. The two of you head back to the living room and sit down on the L shaped couch.


    Sipping your tea you open up Instagram on your phone. A spam of comments on your new photo making you roll your eyes. Tom’s fans were giving you shit since the moment he announced the two of you dating. It was worse whenever Tom would like your photos cause you received so much hate for it.


     Checking the charts on Itunes you see your album at the top. Pride replaces the annoyance from Tom’s fans. You did this, your album hit number one on the charts. All your hard work was paying off and it was so satisfying. Tessa barks making you look up from your phone. She sat below the tv looking up at the screen. Her tail is wagging as she see’s Tom popping up on the screen.


     Setting your phone aside you get comfortable on the couch. He looked so damn handsome in that outfit, how’d you get so lucky for him to fall for you? Watching him sit down on the interviewers couch taking a sip from the cup near him.  He was always drinking something during interviews.


“So Tom, congrats on the new movie man you did a brilliant job!” the interviewers thick English accent was easy to understand. Tom’s smile made your heart flutter, he is literal perfection and all yours.


“Thank you so much, It was a blast to film and the cast was amazing and it’s all thanks to Marvel and Sony” 


“Also we just got news of your girlfriend’s album she just released” the host points towards the screen. An image popping up of it being number one on the charts. Tom’s face filled with shock, a smile on his face.


“That’s amazing! Angel I’m so proud of you, wow you did it! Can’t wait to give you a massive hug when I get home” Tom’s excitement for you made you tear up. Recognition from him meant the world to you. He stands up dancing in a circle then blowing a kiss to the camera for you. 


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“Darling, I’m home! Where are my two favorite girls?” Tom’s voice comes from the living room. Getting off the bed you head towards the doorway.


    Walking out of the bedroom to see him holding a bottle of champagne and a bouquet of roses. A grin on your face from the sight. Tessa was sitting next to him with her tail wagging. Heading over to Tom giving him a kiss on the lips. You didn’t deserve such a great boyfriend, you’re blessed.


“I love you” you smile wrapping your arms around his waist. The feeling of his arms wrap aroung you made you sigh in content. Smelling the roses that were being held near you.


“I’m so proud of you and how far you’ve come darling, I love you more than you can imagine.. I know my fans can get angsty and I apologize for their behavior.. Just know I’m yours and you’re mine” His lips press against your forehead. Your eyes closing absorbing all the love that was radiating off of him. 


    Moments like these were the best. He always knew how to make you feel better through the stress. The both of you could barely do anything without getting attacked by the fans. Your actions either being bashed or turned into memes. It was hard being famous sometimes, it had it’s perks but it’s mentally exhausting.


“Can we get drunk and order some pizza?” opening your eyes to a grinning Tom, he loved those kind of nights. Drinking with Tom always lead to some interesting nights. Funny and sexual kind of nights with Netflix and major chilling.


“Hell yes we can, it’s a time to celebrate you made it to fucking number one on the charts!” He raises to bottle up in the air sticking his tongue out. His face making you giggle from how much of a goof he really is. 


   Walking over to the kitchen together he grabs two glasses from the collection he had. Opening the champagne with a pop Tessa barks loudly taking off towards the bedroom. The two of you laugh at how she reacted as he pours the bubbling liquid into the glasses. Handing you a glass he takes the last one. Tapping the side of it acting like he had a knife, a giggle escaped you.


“To many more celebrations and successful moments we get to share together!” Tom smiles clinking his glass with yours. Taking a sip you hum in satisfaction.


“Let me grab the phone to order the pizza” He says setting his glass down reaching for the land line. Taking a few more sips quickly finishing it, you wanted to get drunk. This bottle isn’t going to finish itself.


    Setting the glass down you wrap your arms around Tom’s waist. His hand rubbed circles on your back but stopped when you started kissing his neck. Kissing from the base of his neck to right below his ear. You could hear his breathing getting shaky. A grin made its way to your lips from how you could make him feel.


“Fuck the calories out of me Holland” you whisper pressing a kiss to his jawline. Pulling away you see his mouth slightly ajar. Looking at him you see his eyes get a shade darker making you gulp.


“So fuck you now, then after and again and again.. Got it” Tom’s voice husky as his hands slide down to your waist. Before you could say anything Tom lifts you over his shoulder taking off towards the bedroom.


“Ah! Tom put me down you lil shit!” you shout wiggling in his grasp, earning a slap to your ass.


“Looks like I’m going to hit number one on the charts tonight as well” Tom snickers shooing Tessa out of the room and closing the door.


Tom was definitely already at number one on charts for being an amazing boyfriend,best friend and lover.

Knight in Checkered Flannel (AU)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2503

Summary: Whilst out on a shopping trip, you bump into someone unexpected, someone you didn’t leave on good terms with.

A/N – This is my entry for @luci-in-trenchcoats  Michelle’s AU & Things Challenge using the prompt: Childhood Friends AU. This was also based on a dream that I had a while back so yeah. I may be sorry depending on how you feel.

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

Pushing along the shopping cart, your eyes skimmed the list of things you needed to buy. Walking up and down the aisles, you tossed in the items that were on there, the stuff that you and your roommate deemed a necessity.

Your phone vibrated in your back pocket. Singlehandedly, you pulled it out and answered the phone.

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kara loses the engagement ring.

ok. first off. she doesn’t like, lose it willy-nilly-unresponsible-like. like, she’s flying to fight a ten story tall alien and it just happens to get lost in the superhero-quick-change-shuffle scenario. totally plausible. totally understandable.

she really thinks that her x-ray vision can save her by the time her dinner reservations roll around but alas. a hero must always struggle.

is she upset about the last five months of her paycheck being chunked out and lost for forever? ask her later. preferably when lena’s said yes.

lena is sitting in her black and purple work outfit and she looks captivating in the fancy dinner light and the wine is good and expensive and the place is fancy and perfect and there’s no paparazzi and kara doesn’t have the ring. doesn’t have a plan. rao. clark warned her about this.

lena says something about dessert but kara’s too busy focusing on her next words, the conjugation of “hey so you wanna be my wife? because that’d make me happy” and how to make it sound not casual at all. it would really very help her if she had a ring, goddamn little expensive rock that she’s lost.

alex told her to wait. alex told her to put the black box on her shelf and not take the chance of shoving it into the emergency pocket of her suit. but wanting to not waste a second on proposals is an emergency, right? kara tells herself this as the waiter brings a tray of fancy cheesecakes to choose from. kara blurts out ‘blueberry’ without thinking and then lena’s smirking like she knows everything that’s going on in kara’s head. which, she doesn’t. she shouldn’t. kara’s inner thoughts are the equivalent of a burning room right now. lena shouldn’t know that.

the music is jazzy. the place is dark. the candles are romantic. kara’s ring is nowhere to be found.

she swallows the last of her drink. a placebo. let her live - she’s about to make the smartest or silliest decision of her life.

(ring or no ring, it’s the smartest. she knows this in her core.)

lena’s taken the last bite of her dessert when kara’s just mustered up enough courage. this is it. this is the jump. kara straightens in her seat, looks lena in the eye, and —

“miss?”

it’s the waiter. he looks almost sheepish to be interrupting them and kara has a crick in her neck from turning so hard but the half smile on his face gives him away. “you dropped this on your way into the seating room.” he places a small black box onto the table and bows, turns away before kara can utter a sound.

kara reaches for the box with shaky fingers, her lungs suddenly too small and her heart too open.

clark told her to wait. alex had recommended a six month plan. kara blinks, thinks of today’s and tomorrow’s and how lena makes coffee in her bare feet in kara’s kitchen, messy hair and sleepy frown brightening up kara’s day with or without the sun.

she picks up the box. lena’s heart skips a beat. kara dives off the deep end.

(later, she thanks winn for the emergency pocket design. lena recommends a zipper for the remodel.)

How Do I Look? (Jughead x Andrews!Reader)

Prompt: Hi :) could you please do a female JugheadxReader where the reader could be Archie’s somewhat younger sister and she’s always had a crush on Jughead. And then like one day she asks for Jughead’s opinion on her prom dress and then it kind of just escalates from there and turns into like hot smut. Um, haha, so yeah. Please and thank you! :)

A/N: Guys. This took forever to write. Hopefully you like it! I’ve been a bit of a slump but I’m hoping to upload some more. I’m also in the process of moving so my requests are closed until I move! Also I hit 4.7k? Thank you loves xxx

Warnings: Heavy Makeout Session (sorry it’s not the heavy smut you wanted), Archie is a cockblock as always. 

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How Do I Look? (Jughead x Andrews!Reader)

As the youngest Andrew, you always hung out with Archie and the gang. Over the years you developed a crush on your brother’s best friend.

Prom was approaching and you had hoped that a certain boy would have asked you. Of course he didn’t. In fact, you didn’t know if he was even going at all.

It was 3 days before Prom when she cornered you.

“Little Andrew!” Her voice rings in your ears as she wraps her fingers around your arm.

“Hey Cherry. Whats up?” You smile at the Blossom twin.

You guys weren’t usually super close but after Jason died, you were the only one who had been there for her.

“So I know you wanted that freak to ask you to the dance-” Cheryl waves her other hand as you blush and try to interrupt her. “Don’t deny it. We’re besties. I know you like him.” She grins and pulls you to walk with her.

“Cherry, Where are you going with this?” Her fingers tighten slightly as we past my brother and his friends.

“Go to Prom with Me.” She shrugs. “Since the freak clearly is too stupid to do anything. Show him how hot you look in a dress.”

“Cheryl…” You shake your head but she waves you into silence again.

“Too late. I already bought your dress and it’s sitting in your room as we speak. Try it on when you get home and ask him for an opinion. Thank me later.” She yells as leaves you by your next class.

Why do you hang out with her again?

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switch me on

A/N: a little bit of smut set in the Friends Forever!verse. Inspired by THIS post and @saysweartogod

“Hey, babe,” he murmurs when she reappears in his dressing room after ‘going to explore the venue’ while he stayed back, desperate to get out the lyrics to a new song that have been nagging him for the last few days. She’d tried to convince him to take a break, to explore with him, and he hated saying no to her, but he also didn’t want to lose the words swimming in his head before he could at least come up with a skeleton of a song.

He’d looked so apologetic when he denied her, like a puppy who’d tried so hard to be good but just had to chew up your shoes anyway, so she’d conceded easily. She would’ve, regardless, because his work is important, but his pleading eyes and flush of his cheeks made it that much easier for her to press a kiss to his temple and murmur, “It’s okay, Mendes, I’m a big girl,” before disappearing through the door and into the abyss of the venue.

He’s scratching out lines and changing words and still not happy with the general flow of the thing, so when she comes back from her adventure, he has a hard time looking up to greet her. He’s just a little desperate though, because he wants this to be good– no, wants it to be perfect because it’s the first song he can write about her and have it be totally honest. He doesn’t have to hide anymore, knowing that his feelings for her won’t ruin them.

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My Fake Boyfriend Part 5

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2200

Warnings: Angst, fuffly

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta. You rock.

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 Part 4 

credits to the gif owner

Originally posted by bovaria

Saying that shopping with your mother was the most boring and tiring thing you have ever done in your life was an understatement. She made you try every single dress that she found cute or that she thought you would look cute on you. It didn’t matter if you liked it or not, she was in charge.

After hours of trying things on and not finding anything that you and your mother agreed on, you decide to go to a small boutique outside the city. You used to always go shopping there when you lived here and you had faith that you would find something that you liked and your mother agreed.

“You should have bought that last dress, you looked beautiful in it.” You watch as your mother starts the car “It was a white lace dress, the bride would kill me and I’m planning on going back home safe and sound.” You say in a serious tone, you didn’t want to cause any more drama.

“You could always use it with James; I don’t know, you were just so beautiful in that dress.” You put your hand on your mother's shoulder squeezing it lightly “It’s a little earlier to start thinking about wedding dresses, don’t you think?”

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“You Can’t Hide Forever”

Pair: Chris Evans x Reader

Prompt: “You can’t hide forever.”

Warning: Maybe some language, mentions of sex, but mostly just a whole bunch of dad!Chris fluff.

Word Count: 1055

P.S. ~ Maybe some typos.

Credit to the owner. Gif is NOT mine.

Originally posted by cevansnews

It was early Sunday morning, when you felt the sun shine on your face, breaking through the curtains of you and Chris’s shared room. As your eyes flutter open you feel a small dip in the bed and the sheets move down a little. Looking down you see your little girl Y/D/N climbing up to the top to you and your sleeping husband.

“Hey little one, what are you doing up so early?” You whisper to your giggling little girl.

“Shhhh. We don’t want to wake daddy up.” You say softly to her, while squishing her little cheeks together.

Before looking behind, you, to check if your husband was still asleep, only to get your answer in a soft snore. You get out the bed, pick your little girl up, and head downstairs to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Once in the kitchen, you place Y/D/N in her high chair and kiss her on the head before going to the refrigerator. After rummage through the fridge, you decided on making waffles, bacon, and eggs.

Looking at you daughter you ask her, “Waffles, bacon, and eggs sound good to you.”

Getting a giggle in response you get to work making breakfast. You knew that about the time you were finish cooking Chris and Dodger would be making their way downstairs. And as soon as you placed the bacon on the plates, you hear footsteps coming towards the kitchen.

“It’s funny you could probably sleep through an earthquake but as soon as you smell food, your downstairs quicker than Quicksilver.” You say looking up at your husband, who had made his way towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Whatever.” He says as kisses your lips briefly, before giving your ass a quick squeeze.

“Aye, Evans, keep your hands to yourself.” You say laughing and pushing past him.

“You weren’t saying that the other night.” He whispers in your ear as he walks past you to sit at the table.

In return, you just give him a look before smirking yourself, before placing cut up pieces of waffle on your daughter’s plate, which was accompanied by eggs. Then, sitting down yourself to eat.

After some time spent eating and talking during breakfast, you head upstairs to take a shower, while Chris took care of getting Y/D/N ready. When you got out from the shower you put on your underwear and clothes, then heading to your makeup room. Once you were finally finished with your hair and makeup, you headed to your daughter’s room.

When you got to the door, you saw your little girl wrapped up in her robe and wearing a diaper, laying on Dodger’s stomach, inside her tepee play area watching a cartoon on her tablet. Seeing that Chris was nowhere in the room, you figured Chris had told Dodger to watch Y/D/N, until he got back.

So, with the reassurance she was ok, you went back to your shared room with Chris, to find your husband in nothing but a towel. Staring as you admired the beautiful man that was Chris Evan but also you husband.

“Like something you see, darling.” He says smirking and coming towards you.

“Don’t flatter yourself Evans.” You say, walking passed him to sit on the bed.

“Be like that then, but the next time you get horny, you remember this day, sweetheart.” He says, walking off into the closet.

“Chris, sweetie, you have not once in our whole entire relationship, passed up sex with me. Not once.” You say, laughing.

You can hear him laughing in disbelief.

“I’m serious, next time you want sex, don’t come to me.” He says, walking out in a white t-shirt, and black jeans.

You had to admit he was one fine man and you had to be the luckiest girl in the world.

“See, you’re checking me out again.” He says, walking over to you, only to stop in front of you, to fold his arms. Flexing his thick muscles.

“And, if I was checking you out, who’s going to stop me.” You say, standing up and putting your arms around his neck.

“I’m starting to believe you’re obsessed with me.” He says pulling you closer, and resting his hands on your ass.

“Says the man, who literally praises my ass.” You say smiling, and kissing him with so much passion.

It was a deep, passionate and longing kiss. You two had finally broke away at the pitter patter of feet and paws started coming your way.

You both look over to see your little girl entering the room, with Dodger right behind her. Only for her to exit the room quickly; Dodger not following her this time but looking at you and Chris, as if he was saying, “well aren’t you going to go after her.”

So, you, Chris and Dodger headed towards Y/D/N’s room, only to find it empty, except for a shadow inside the tepee.

“Where’s daddy’s little princess gone?” Chris says, earning a responsive giggle from inside the tepee.

“I don’t know Chris, she seems to just have vanished.” You say playing along, earning another giggle.

“Come on little one, you can’t hide forever.” Chris says, before grabbing Y/D/N out of the tepee, and raising her up in the air.

Then he starts raising her up and down, giving her raspberries on her cheek, every time he brought her down.

The sight was something to die for. Your husband, playing with your daughter, having the biggest smile on his face. Your daughter sending giggles throughout the room, and Dodger playfully barking beneath them.

“Can’t wait until the little guy is born.” Chris says carrying your daughter over to you, and kissing the top of your head.

“Y/D/N, tell daddy that he doesn’t know that he OR she is definitely a boy.” You say, taking her from him and walking to her closet to pick an outfit out.

“Dodger, will you tell Y/N, that we have a feeling that HE is a boy.” Chris says, rubbing the top of Dodgers head.

In return, you got a bark from Dodger. Laughing you started to get Y/D/N dressed, and in that time as you looked at her and back at Chris and Dodger. You couldn’t have asked for a more perfect scene than the one in front of you.

anonymous asked:

Top ten outfits from our favorite little pink hellspawn Chibiusa? I love all your top ten posts by the way, your top ten for Mamoru is honestly one of my fave tumblr posts

After much research and comparative data I have come to the conclusion that Chibiusa might actually be one of the most well-dressed characters in the show. The evidence is presented below. 

10. I’m going to make perhaps a contentious claim and say that Chibiusa dresses herself better than either of her parents ever could. Look at how coordinated this is. I suppose when your mom and dad dress like they’re at a fairytale-themed pastel glitter wedding every single day, you learn to fend for yourself. 

9. Casual Friday Baby on her way to The Office with some Important Business in her Official Briefcase

8. One of Chibiusa’s recurring fashion choices is what I like to call “the Hello Kitty thing” which is a small bow that picks up on the accent colors in the ensemble. 

7. Laura Ingalls is SO jealous right now.

6. I know this shot is small but it’s the only one where you get a full view of the dress and see the giant black bunny patch. When Chibiusa layers, she layers with INTENTION. 

5. My favorite American Girl doll was Molly, and all her clothes always came with outrageously specific hair ribbons that match the trim of one dress but can never be combined with any other outfit, ever, under penalty of just looking really dumb. That’s what this reminds me of. 

4. V-neck for Victory!!!

3.  Again the socks and shoes are so perfectly coordinated that neither Usagi nor Mamoru could have had a hand in it, but what really tops off this look is the elusive Mona Lisa smile of those sweater-dwelling rabbits. 

2. PERFECT execution of the Hello Kitty thing, 10/10. The blue outfit with the pink hair is like cotton candy attending a holiday party. 

1. “We have our Arts so we won’t die of Truth.” -Friedrich Nietzsche

Jet Lag and Chinese

Prompt: Can I request a justice league war Clark/superman x reader? Some cute fluff with implied nsfw? Or JLW Clark saving the reader and then ending up with a date or something?

Requested by: counting-sinful-stars    


     You like sitting in his chair. It fills you with an unbridled delight as you spin in it, and go through his works in progress. If you were anyone else, someone might say you were nosy. But you and Clark know the truth.

    You hear him before you see him, “Seriously?”

    You peek up from behind the file, “Is that seriously a question?”

    Clark gives you a good natured smile before leaning down and placing a kiss on your cheek, before moving to sit on the edge of his desk. “When did you get back?”

    You give another spin in the chair, “About two hours ago. I figured I’d come see my favorite reporter.”

    He smiles, “And here I thought you liked me for more than just my writing.”

    You shrug, “I also like looking at you.” The two of you stare at each other before bursting out in laughter. The fact that no one even bothers to look over shows just how deep your friendship goes.

    “How did the shoot go?”

    You grin, “It was amazing. I thought of you while I was there.”

    “Oh yeah?”

    “Yep, I saw a monkey with that same clueless look you get sometimes.”

    “Maybe it’s a cousin?”

    “That is an insult to the monkey. Anyways, I was thinking we could pick up Chinese and have a movie marathon before jet lag kicks my butt tomorrow.”

    You see his grin falter, “Tonight?”

    “Yes.” Your brow furrows, “Do you have plans? Because last time I checked the city isn’t in peril.”

    “I kind of have a date.”

    Your eyes go wide for a second, “A date? Did you finally wear Lois down?”

    He fiddles with his glasses for a second before saying, “No, her name is Diana.”

    “Diana, as in Wonder Woman?”

    “Yes.”

    You nod in understanding, “Oh okay. Good for you slugger.” The false cheeriness is evident to your own ears, and one look at Clark’s face tells you that he hears it too.

    “I’ll try to reschedule.”

    You shake your head, “No Clark. I’ll be fine. You go on a date with your girl.”

    His eyes light up, “You should come with us.”

    You shake your head, “I really shouldn’t.” You sigh, “Chinese food and action movies are calling my name Clark. I haven’t slept in my own bed in over a month. I’m going to go home. But we’ll get together soon. We’ll put on your calendar and everything.”  

    You start backing up before he can say anything else. “See ya later.”

    You get out of there before you can start to cry. You hold the tears in until you’re in front of your apartment. What awaits you is a perfectly clean space and a full fridge. You’re suddenly very glad for that cleaning service because all of your energy has vanished.

    You wash the smell of plane off, before changing into pajamas and ordering your food. Then you put in Die Hard and settle in. You browse through the photos you had taken on your last shoot in Asia. And then you come to older ones.

    Pictures of you and Clark. Clark Kent had been your best friend from the time he had stumbled into that janitor’s closet in an attempt to escape sounds no one else could hear. You’d been hiding from a bully. From the first moment you’d met you’d known he was different.

    You’d grown up privy to his secret, keeping it from even your own parents. You’d gone to college together. Hell, you’d been there to ridicule him the first time he put on the suit. You’d watched him on the news, and watched as the world fell in love with him. You took comfort in knowing that you’d loved him before he was Superman. He was your best friend and you loved him like a brother.

And now he had Diana. They were a match made in heaven, and from the way his eyes had lit up when he had said her name, she was here to stay …at least for a while.You weren’t particularly happy about it either. You’d been in this situation before. You’d watched friends draw away in favor of those they were dating. It was one of the reasons you’d kept a tight knit circle of friends, and why you traveled so much. You’d never thought you’d lose Clark though. The sound of knocking on your door draws you out of your thoughts.

    You set the laptop down, grab the cash and walk to the door. Ready to put thoughts of what would never come to rest. Then you opened the door and regretted not going straight to sleep.

    Clark’s smile was echoed by the woman next to him. They were both dressed in civilian clothes and wearing glasses. And they were both carrying giant bags of Chinese. Clark’s grin simply widened as he said, “Delivery.”

    You did your best to keep the horror off your face, “I thought you had a date.”

    “We did,” your eyes flashed to the woman, “but then Clark told me about you, and your tradition and I insisted that we continue it. Our traditions sustain us after all. And I wanted to meet his best friend and the woman who has kept his secret. It is an honor to meet you, my sister.”

    And then she was hugging you. You were forced to wrap your arms around her to keep your balance as you became perfectly aware of just how sloppy you looked next to her. Her outfit was great, her hair was perfect, and you were working with ten hours on a plane and the start of jet lag.

    If you’d had laser vision, Clark would have been a puddle. So you did the only thing you could in that situation, you glared at your best friend and let the perfect couple into your home. The thought of recounting this tale to Ma Kent also filled you with a certain amount of sadistic glee that worried you only a bit.

As you closed the door and stared at the two of them acting lovey Dovey in your kitchen, you prepared yourself for a long night. If there was one thing worse than losing your best friend to a new significant other, it was watching them be lovey dovey while you were single.


AN: So I talked about this one-shot with @counting-sinful-stars and in the end I decided I wanted to do a best friend fic. There will be no romance between the reader and Clark. Just a very close and fluffy best friend relationship. This takes place in the Justice League War Universe which is why it’s DianaXClark.

BETTER LATE THAN NEVER [FRED WEASLEY]

request: “Not sure if you’ve already done this-if so,sorry!-but could you do a Fred Weasley Yule ball imagine?Thanks a ton! xx” — by @mias-small-obsession

a/n: you’re welcome! hope you like this 💓

Masterlist + Request here!

     It was a rare sight to see Fred Weasley in such a frantic and nervous state that some of the students who walked by chuckled to themselves before bothering to greet him, the red-haired boy unaware that he was probably sweating too much and that his hands kept on smoothing his dress robes while looking through the reflective surface of the knight in shining armor before him.

     This was the night. This was going to be the night he finally confesses that he was hopelessly in love with his best friend who was also his date for the Yule Ball this evening. He was so thankful that she even agreed in the first place — well, he made sure that she would, anyway. Any boy who thought of asking her, he would block or forbid them, saying that he was already planning on asking Y/N first.

     Fred widened his eyes and started to feel even more anxious than before when Y/N descended down the stairs, talking to a friend of hers, not even knowing how beautiful she looked with her yellow dress, its sleeves just draping below her shoulders while it flowed elegantly as she walked. He could vividly remember how she told him that the inspiration of her outfit was going to be from a Muggle movie entitled Beauty and the Beast. And certainly, she was indeed a Beauty for what he was seeing.

     "Freddie!“ exclaimed Y/N once she saw him standing there with his jaw slightly hanging and his eyes still wide. "I’m sorry for taking too long. Just really wanted to make everything perfect.”

     "You look perfect.“ Fred breathed out.

     Y/N grinned, bowing down formally. "Thank you. I do try, you know.”

     He snorted, moving closer and grasping her hand before placing a swift kiss on the back of it. “It’s a pleasure to have you tonight, m'lady.”

     "The pleasure is all mine, kind sir.“ she played along, a soft chuckle coming out of her lips. "Now, let’s go inside. I can’t wait to dance.”

     Fred nodded, taking the lead as they enter the Great Hall, their arms now linked together while both of them looked at their surroundings in absolute amazement. It seemed like the staff really wanted go impress the foreign schools that were staying in Hogwarts for the meanwhile, the decorations they had tonight much more breathtaking than usual.

     "You really do look beautiful tonight, Y/N.“ said Fred, bringing her attention from the ice sculptures to him. "Just felt necessary to say that again in case you don’t know.”

     "Two compliments in one night. I must be lucky.“ joked Y/N though the blush on her cheeks told him that she was pleased by what he had said.

     Fred was mesmerized by her shy smile. "So, let’s dance?”

     "Absolutely.“

     They joined the crowd, soft music filling the area where a bunch of couples were already swaying to the beat. Fred caught a glimpse of George dancing with Angelina Johnson, and when their eyes met, his twin brother winked and gave him two thumbs up before focusing his eyes on his date once again.

      "Y/N?” Fred began as she placed a hand on her shoulder while he gently places his hand on her waist.

      “Yes, Fred?” she brought their free hand together.

      He wanted to speak but when she started to lead him in dancing, he couldn’t quite find the right words to say.

      Finally, Y/N decided to break the silence. “Why are you so quiet?” she asked.

      “I’m not.” he denied.

     Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Well, the only words that you managed to tell me is that I look beautiful — which, don’t get me wrong, is nice to hear — but I want to talk to you, spend the night having fun with you, you know, act like teenage fools and all that jazz.” she added the last part with a chuckle.

      How could she be with me and stand there and not know that I’m in love with her? Fred thought to himself in frustration.

     "Sorry.“ muttered Fred. "It’s just that —” he frowned. “I … I don’t know.”

     "You don’t know?“ asked Y/N, pausing momentarily, the both of them now facing each other in the middle of the dance floor.

     He took a deep breath. "I — er — to be honest, I’ve been meaning to tell you something, that’s why I asked you to go to the Yule Ball with me.” he scratched the back of his neck.

     "It must be important if you don’t want to tell me on a regular basis.“ she smiled. "What is it? Is it regarding about the Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes or —”

     "Something much important than that actually.“ said Fred, a bead of sweat already falling on his temple that didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N.

     She abruptly got his handkerchief from his front pocket and in instinct, began to wipe the side of his face with it. "Gosh, Fred, just tell me already. Why are you so nervous?” she chuckled.

     He held onto her wrist. “I — I’m kinda — no, I’m really, I guess I just — bloody hell, this is impossible.” he frowned.

     "Just spit it out.“ said Y/N impatiently.

     Fred sucked in a deep breath. "I love you, Y/N. Not just as a best friend or a sister, but what I feel for you is something more.”

     As soon as he said it, he wanted to take it back. The look on her face was so confusing he wasn’t sure whether she was pleased or somehow sorry because she could in no way return his love for her. But when Y/N suddenly brought her hand against his cheek, gently stroking it with a smile on her face, he didn’t seem to be as nervous as before.

     "I love you too, Fred. It took you long enough, to be honest.“

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