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Best Friends || Peter Parker Imagine

Word Count: 1,850

Requests: Hiiii! Could you pretty please do a Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x reader, where she, Peter and Ned are best friends in high school and Ned is the first one to notice Peter has a total crush on her. Fast forward to noticing she feels the same and trying to get them together? Bonus points for Spiderman? Thank youuuu 😘😘 @betty234

ahhh i’m in love with your blog!!! also very much in love with spider-man (tom holland….) soooo if you’re still taking requests, would you write one about peter parker being your best friend but obviously both of you like each other so you go do “couple-ish” things like cuddling while watching movies, etc. but one day you go out shopping (him carrying your bags whilst trying on clothes haha) and something happens so he has to go fight crime but ends up coming back, etc., fluffy/cute. ty! xx

A/N:I tried my best

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Y/N looked around the cafeteria looking for her best friends, Peter and Ned. She has been friends with them ever since the 4th grade when they took her to the nurse’s office after she scraped her knee at recess. They instantly clicked and have been inseparable since.

She spotted a head of light brown locks(i swear his hair is slightly reddish though), Peter Parker. Y/N walked up to the table that him and Ned are sitting at, clutching the now wrinkled paper in her hand. “Guys! I passed my math test!” She squealed as she sat down in front of the boys. Ned smiled. “That’s great! What grade did you get?” He asked with the smile still there.

“I got a 97! Ms. Busch said I got the best grade in the class.” She said still grinning. “You should be thanking me for helping you study.” Peter said with a cheeky smile on his face. “Why thank you Peter Parker,my knight in shinning armor, for helping me not fail the worst class in the world.” Y/N stated dramatically. Ned started dying with laughter even though it wasn’t that funny.

“So, what’d you guys do over the weekend?” She asked as she started eating the food off of Peter’s plate.

“I watched all of the Star Wars movies. It was awesome.” Ned told. “What about you Pete?” Y/N asked again.

“What? Oh, I-I went to the movies with…. with my Aunt! Yeah, yeah with May.” Peter answered awkwardly. Ned looked at him with a ‘dude, your'e such a fucking liar’ look, on his face. “Well that’s cool. What movie did you see?” Y/N asked while having a look of confusion on her face due to Peter’s sudden awkwardness. “Well, that’s the thing, it was some chick flick. I don’t really remember the name.” Peter lied. It’s not like Peter could tell her that he was busy beating bad guys up and getting his ass beat as his alter ego, Spider-Man.

The three of them continued talking about random nothings until they heard the bell ring, signalling the end of the lunch period. The three of them started heading to their next class, Chemistry, which they gladly had together. Y/N walked to the class and put her backpack on the lab table with her head on top, groaning. “I don’t want to be here.” She groaned as her friends laughed at her. “It’s alright. We’ll get through this together.” Peter said with mock sympathy while patting her back. Y/N gave him a childish glare as she sat up to see Ned staring at his 2 friends with an odd look on his face.

“What are you staring at?” Peter asked as he looked at Ned, who was looking between his friends “Oh, it’s nothing.” He replied with sarcasm and a small, almost non existent smirk on his face while Peter just shrugged it off. Y/N just groaned again as she pulled out her notebook from her bag. The tardy bell hadn’t rung yet so the trio continued their conversation from lunch Under the table, Peter reached for Y/N’s hand. Their hands intertwined with each other like it was routine, because it was. The two held hands all the time because it was something that came so naturally to them.

“So, do you guys want to go to the mall this Saturday? I have nothing to do, and I want to hang with my best buds.” Y/N asked with a smile on her face. “I can’t. I am swamped with homework.” Ned answered, sounding over exaggerated. Peter knew that Ned was just trying to set him up with Y/N, due to his forever-long crush on the girl. “What about you Petey? Are you just going to leave me hanging by myself?” She asked sarcastically.

Peter chuckled as he lightly squeezed her hand. “I would never leave you hanging.” He said just before the bell rang, silently thanking Ned for having too ‘much homework’.

“Since you never leave me hanging, do you want to stay the night on Friday since we’re hanging out Saturday?” Y/N whispered to Peter. “Sure, I gotta tell May though.” He whispered back with a smile as he leaned back into his chair to listen to the teacher.


Friday quickly approached and the two friends soon walked to Y/N’s house together.

“What movie do you wanna watch?” Y/N asked as she hopped on her bed in her PJs, next to Peter. “Whatever movie you want to watch.” He replied.

“You are too corny, Mr.Parker.” She said as she picked up a dvd that was on her bedside table. She opened the case and put the disk in her laptop. Y/N wrapped her hands around Peter’s torso, and she draped her leg over his. Peter put his arm around her and pulled her close to him. This was completely normal for them.

Halfway through the movie Y/N fell asleep on Peter’s chest. Peter smiled lovingly at the girl on top of him thinking about all the reasons he loved her. There was too many to count.


“This looks so bad.” She complained to her friend whom was carrying all of her bags while waiting outside of the fitting rooms of one of her favorite stores. “Come on. It can’t loo that bad. Let me see.“Peter begged as he placed the bags down on the floor. Y/N walked out of the dressing room wearing a dress that looked absolutely stunning on her. Peter just stared,with his mouth opened a bit.

"In what world does this look bad? You look amazing.” Peter gushed as he admired his best friend. “This is why we are friends, Peter Parker. You are the sweetest person I have ever met.” Y/N stated. Peter’s phone buzzed as Y/N went back into the dressing room to change back to her regular clothes.

Peter got a notification from Twitter. There was an armed robbery happening a few blocks from the mall he was just at. He didn’t want to leave Y/N alone but, people could get hurt. “Y/N? Listen I, I gotta go. Something came up. I’m sorry.” He shouted to the door as he sped off to his house to get his suit. “Wait, what? Peter!?” Y/N yelled as she tried to pull of the rest of the dress.

Y/N left the dressing room to see all of her bags on the floor, where her best friend should’ve been.


Y/N left the mall after buying the dress. She hailed a cab to get home.

About two hours after she got home, it was already dark out. Y/N was in her room, scrolling on her phone when she heard a loud knock on her window. Nobody ever knocked on her window so she was a little bit scared. Y/N went to pull the curtain to see who was on the other side of the glass. Hwn she saw the red suit, she looked confused. “What the fuck?” she said as she opened her window. Spider-Man crawled in through the window and fell against the floor. There was slashes all over his body.

“What the fuck?” She said again as she went to get a bag of vegetables to put on the bruises he most likely had, and some other medical supplied like peroxide and bandages. As she was taking off the body part of his suit to try and fix him she asked him, “Why the hell did Spider-Man show up at my window like this?” Still shocked, she put some peroxide on a cloth and then put that on his cuts. The man wheezed at the pain. He reached for his mask to pull it off. The mask slowly pulled off of his face and Y/N started to see that his face was laced with a painful expression. She only noticed who the man was when he took the mask off completely. “B-Because I’m Spider-Man.” Her best friend replied.

Y/N was not at all prepared for this. The end of her day panned out differently in her head.  "Oh my god. Oh my god.“ She exclaimed as she wrapped his body with bandages. Nothing was said after that though. Once Y/N was done with his wounds, she just sat on her bed, flabbergasted.

The two were silent before she spoke. "Does Ned know?” She asked as he started to sit up and lean against her wall. he only nodded his head.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Pete?” Y/N asked the question she was dreading. “I-I don’t know. I just wanted to keep you safe. If someone found out how much you meant to Spider-Man, they could hurt you and I didn’t want that to happen.” He replied rubbing his neck and looking at anything but you.

“I just wish you would’ve told me. We couldv'e fought crime together.” Y/N joked as she saw a faint smile apear on Peter’s lips. She stood up from her bed and moved to sit next to him on the floor, against the wall. “No more secrets, okay? Even if that means I get hurt. You have to promise to tell me everything from now on. Promise?” She asked with a faint voice. “I promise.” He swore, looking into her eyes.

“Guess I have to tell you something else than….” Peter muttered as he scratched his neck again. Y/N looked at him with curiosity. He sighed, putting his head in his hands.

“Peter, what is it?” Y/N asked with concern.

“I love you, okay? I have ever since 6th grade and I wanted to get over it but it’s hard because I know you would never like me back. When I see you everyday, I fall even more in love with you and I don’t know how to stop it and I don’t think I want to. You mean everything to me. And I would hate myself if you ever got hurt because of Spider-Man.” He exclaimed. Peter was glad to get that off of his chest but, he might have just ruined his friendship with you, forever.

“Oh Peter Parker. You have no idea what you do to me.” She said as she straddled his thighs and caught his lips in a kiss. He was shocked but also relieved that he didn’t get rejected. You pulled away, desperate to get air into your lungs.

“I have loved you for the longest time, Peter. You are my best friend and I trust you with everything. God, I wish you would’ve told me that you loved me sooner.” Y/N said, cutting her speech short, being desperate for another kiss. Peter pulled away with a sharp gasp, needing air. The two just smiled at each other, foreheads pressed against one another. Both of the teens were panting from the heated kiss. “And you should also be glad that Spider-Man is one of my favorite superheros.” She said, making Peter laugh.

I showed Kurofes to my Japanese teacher today (mostly because I wanted her to translate some of the kanji I can’t read but also slightly because I just want to spaz about the series). Here are some things she said:

  • *looking at Kuroko’s stats* “What?! He’s so bad! Isn’t he the main character??? I thought he’d be good!!!”
  • “He’s short. And skinny.”
  • me: *instantly shows her Akashi because he’s short too and gushes about how he can dunk and shit even tho he’s tiny* She said, about him dunking, “that’s impossible” and then laughed.
  • She translated Akashi’s interview and got confused when Kuroko asked which of him it was. I explained he has multiple personalities and then launched into ranting about his backstory and how he returns to normal after Kuroko beats him. She said “I thought it was just going to be about basketball!! This is interesting!!” (pls watch/read knb, yumi-sensei)
  • She was very impressed by how talented Akashi is (in regards to his stats)
  • She then read the part where he says he’ll gouge out his eyes and she didn’t seem to know how to react (kind of is this funny or creepy???)
  • I explained how the main characters’ names incorporate their hair colours. When I showed her Himuro (I was asking her about all the alternate job drawings) she said “His name doesn’t have a colour!!!” and it was so tragic as I explained ye Himuro isn’t good or special enough to have a colour name. rip himuro forever untalented
  • She liked Nijimura because of the rainbow meaning.
  • She was amazed that I can remember the names of so many characters (I know all their fav foods and birthdays too lmao but let’s not give her a heart attack at how weeby I am)
  • About the alternate job drawings: Takao is a hunter who uses an eagle to assist hunting.
  • Kise is a burglar (and she brought up Sherlock Holmes to try to explain it further).
  • Kagami is (I can’t remember the exact word she used but it was along the lines of) a good-ish chef. She exaggerated the ISH and was laughing a lot.
  • Riko is wearing the China dress to be sexy (ur sexy all the time babe)
  • The reason Momoi dressed up in the bunny outfit is because she’s trying to impress Kuroko.
  • Akashi is a medieval European white knight (she said he went through a time portal - this smells like a potential fanfiction to me….)
  • She struggled explaining Nijimura but I got the idea that he’s a samurai in casual clothes?
  • moving on
  • She asked if Hanamiya and Imayoshi are evil to which I laughed and said ‘yes’.
  • I asked her about the pair section. Specifically why Aomine/Kagami, Aomine/Kise, and Imayoshi/Hanamiya are included when they’re on separate teams. She explained they’re not paired as in best working together, but as the best enemy pair (on Aomine/Kise specifically she said it was described as “who will win?!”). She said Hyuuga and Kiyoshi are described as the poles holding up Seirin (that’s pretty cute tbh). She said Akashi and Mayuzumi were labelled as a light and shadow. (Akashi’s a light now, eh? I can turn this into Akakuro somehow wwww)
  • We were both confused as to why Kagami/Kuroko did not make the pair list. (I also think Aomine/Kuroko should be on there considering they were the first light/shadow duo)
  • She lastly said Kuroko is a very odd family name and also his hair isn’t black, and I said that I’m pretty sure it refers to him being a shadow. She then said ‘yes, kuroko means someone who works in the background/shadows’ which from my own research seems to be originating from Kabuki theatre (the people who hold props and such I think)

That’s about everything I got her opinion on. Obviously I couldn’t get her to read the whole book because I needed to do my study as well. MAYBE NEXT LESSON I’LL GET HER TO TRANSLATE MORE. Her reactions are always amusing.

One of Those Nights:  A Kol Mikaelson Imagine

So this is based on the song One of Those Nights by The Cab, which is really awesome if you don’t know it. Hope it’s okay for you guys x 

I’ve been let loose and now I’m crawling up the walls

Word is I got away and now I must be caught

The first thing you felt at hearing that Kol Mikaelson was on the loose was fear. Pure, irrational, or maybe rational, fear. 

Why? Because you knew he’d be looking for you. And when he found you, you didn’t know whether he’d kiss you or kill you. 

After all, you had abandoned him in his time of need. You’d abandoned him when his brother had taken that diamond from him, and you’d watched as Klaus plunged that dagger into his heart, making no effort to save him from what would become a slumber of almost a century. 

You knew he’d been back for almost a week now. But there was silence. No calls, no letters, no knocks at the door. 

It was driving you crazy. 

And then the invitation arrived.

Don’t leave
Take it from me, I’ll be more than a King
(I can’t take that, I can’t take that)

“What’s that?” Caroline pulled at the card buried between piles of books. You’d become friends with her during the year you’d spent in Mystic Falls, living with the Salvatore brothers who had become your companions after you’d almost killed Stefan back in 1945. 

“Oh that? That’s nothing.”

“That’s an invitation to the Mikaelson ball. And it has your name on it, Y/N.”

“So? Everyone in town’s invited. It’s not a big deal,” you shrugged off the fact that the invite had your name scripted on it, in fine, elegant handwriting that you recognised as Elijah’s. When you’d seen it, your heart had hurt immensely, remembering that not only had you left the man you loved,the man who had promised you the world and made you feel like royalty, you had left good friends behind in doing so. 

“No-one gets an invitation as personal as this, Y/N,” Caroline stopped, her eyes widening as realisation dawned on her, “Wait, do you know them? Wait, did one of them turn you? No, no, let me guess. Klaus? It was Klaus wasn’t it? Or maybe Elijah, you’re both civilised like that-”

“It wasn’t Klaus or Elijah, Caroline,” you sighed, accepting that you just had to tell her the truth. 

“It was Kol.”

I’m going crazy and I’ve been awake for days
My mirrors are stained with painted portraits of your face

Kol Mikaelson was currently lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. It was a bed he felt was half empty, and whenever he slept in it, he couldn’t help but picture the figure that should have been beside him, his arms wrapped around her waist, her hair tickling his skin. 

Y/N was all he saw when he closed his eyes at night. She was both a dream and nightmare rolled into one. 

He should have been pissed. He should have wanted to rip her throat out. He should have wanted to make her suffer. 

But he didn’t. 

In fact, for the first time in his life, Kol Mikaelson was scared of seeing her. He knew she was in Mystic Falls, and he knew that Elijah had given her an invite to the ball later that night behind his back. 

And he was scared of what would happen if she actually turned up.

Don’t Leave
Take it from me, you’re my dirty disease
(I can’t take that, I can’t take that)

Buttoning up his shirt, and fixing his tie, Kol allowed his mind to wander for a brief moment. 

He thought back to the day he first saw her, the way she had smiled at him from across the hall, her eyes sparkling as they met his. She’d giggled when he grinned back, giving her a wink, and he remembered how he’d fallen head over heels in love with that teenage innocence that was so common among women in the 16th century. 

He’d bought her a dress a few days later, well, more like compelled one from some spoiled brat who wouldn’t stop fawning over him. She’d worn it for their first dance later that evening. 

“I see you like the dress I got you.”

“Indeed, how did you know this is my favourite colour?”

He had smirked. 


My flat line inhibition
Is my ammunition
I’m just fighting to get by

Just spit me some direction
I’ll be your infection
How could you leave me behind?

Caroline was going through your wardrobe, which you had reluctantly let her do after she told you she would have your back at the Mikaelson ball. 

The closet itself was full of four hundred years worth of dresses, some you had bought yourself, some you had borrowed from Rebekah and never given back, and some that Kol had given to you as presents. His way of showing his undying love for you, apparently. 

Undying love that was probably now dead. 

“This one’s perfect. What do you think?”

You looked up at the dress Caroline was holding, your heart sinking. She had to pick that one. 

You looked at it, admiring the fabric and the colour in the same way you had the first time you had seen it sprawled across your bed all those years ago. A small note had been beside it, that you had read with glee, not knowing it would spark four hundred years of passion. 

Wear this tonight and save me a dance - KM

“I don’t know, Car. Maybe another one?”

“Don’t be like that. Come on, you’ll look amazing. So many guys will want to dance with you that Kol won’t have a chance to even talk to you. It’ll drive him mad. Consider it your ammo.”

Sighing, you took the dress from her. Her plan did make sense. 

Only, you weren’t so sure if you wanted it to go ahead.

I’m a mess and you’re worse
Just give me time to give you a waste of time

One of those nights
When you leave me for no reason
I’ll give you a reason

Kol was standing on the staircase, listening to the speeches both his mother and his brothers had prepared, feigning interest. 

There had been no sign of Y/N, and part of him was relieved. The other part was distraught, and was trying not to lash out by killing someone on the stairs. 

If he was a mess, he could only imagine what state she was in. He knew her better than anyone, and he knew that the arrival of the invite would have made her nervous. He’d always been the one to comfort her in times like these, but that was difficult when he was the one she was scared of. 

And then he saw her. 

She had the blonde girl that Klaus was interested in by her side, and she looked stunning. The first thing he noticed was the colour of her eyes, the same shade that enhanced his dreams. And then his eyes fell on the dress. 

It still suited her perfectly, and like always, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. 

She looked up to see him, fear lacing her eyes. So Kol did the only thing he could, the thing that always reassured her. 

He smiled. And he was surprised to see her smile back at him. 

So he took it one step further. 

“I know you can hear me,” he mumbled. 

“I can.”

He hadn’t realised how much he’d missed the sound of her voice until she spoke. The familiar lilt in it drove him insane, and it was taking all of his willpower not to grab her and take her to his bedroom. 

“Are you going to kill me, Kol Mikaelson?”


“No? I left you when you needed me, you have every right to.”

He smiled again, embracing her naivety that had made him laugh throughout the centuries. 

“Why would I want to kill the girl I love?”

He watched as her face transformed from wrinkles of confusion to a relieved smile. 

“You love me, huh?”

“Always have.”

“Well, for the record, I kind of love you too.”

Their eyes once again found each others, and the past century was erased in an instant. Kol felt his heart beating faster as she bit her bottom lip, knowing that she was well aware of what it did to him. 

“Nice dress,” he mumbled back to her, the speeches still continuing.

“Thanks. Found it in the back of the closet.”

He suppressed the urge to laugh at her sarcasm, knowing that his family would not be pleased at the interruption. So instead, he said four simple words. 

“Save me a dance.”


Undeniable Heat 55: Planning

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1550 Words

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Jensen’s POV

I couldn’t hide the huge smile on my face as I made my way toward the stage. Seeing those amazing engagement photographs made me realize that this was actually happening. Sure, proposing to Y/N had been a spur of the moment idea, but I had never been more excited that she was soon going to become my wife. I loved Y/N, and everything that we had gone through had just cemented that love even more.

I couldn’t wait to get a copy, maybe a wallet sized one to carry in my back pocket. Maybe another to keep in my trailer. I was sounding like a love-struck teenager, and I actually didn’t care. Knowing that the engagement announcement was coming out soon, that our relationship was going well, had a spring to my step.

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Christine Canigula Headcanons

- she isn’t the best artist but that doesn’t stop her from drawing all her friends constantly. She gives them little sticky notes with doodles all the time

-knows every Disney song by heart. Every. Disney. Song.

- that friend who bursts out into song randomly and doesn’t stop until you either harmonise with her or she finishes the song.

-when she laughs too hard she snorts

- she carries every thing in her purse. Bandaids, fidget spinners, candies, tampons, extra chargers, hairbands and headphones: all for her friends

- she likes parties and she also likes to be there in case she needs to be the designated driver for someone

- she has!! So many cute dresses for different occasions!! Her favorite is this one covered in puppies and she never knows when to wear it

-vegetarian :3

- that kid who released the frogs for dissection

- she also kissed a frog once as a kid

-an amazing dancer! When do her talents end!!

-if needed though she will slap some sense into you, she sits there and takes a lot of bs in but the second she feels a line is crossed she will take no shit

- she can be pretty damn blunt

-expresses emotions with wild hand motions and random nosies

-knows sign language! She’s very proud of herself for it too

- she does this thing where when she’s nervous she taps her feet together and just watches it, usually while rambling

- she and Jeremy went on movie dates a lot, but on like Wednesday’s at 4 to see movies so they are the only ones in the theater

-they watched boss baby together like that and were screaming the ENTIRE time

-“RANDOM TRUST FALL!” “Christine wait-!!!”

-smart bab! Tons of honors classes! She also loves reading and sits in a hammock to read a lot at home

- Jeremy is afraid of spiders and thought Christine would be too but then Christine killed a spider with her bare hand and it traumatized him

-loves bees!! Cute fat honey bees are her favorite kind!!

-really likes tap dancing, she loves the feeling of the clicking

-“I will fight you” “oh please we know you’re too nice to fight” “that’s what you think”

- greets with hug tackles

-jake worried that Chrisitine wouldn’t like him anymore but she asked if they could hang out. Then because of his experience with women he thought she’d try to win him back and was preparing a “I can’t do that to Jeremy” speech, but she just wanted an excuse to go back to sbarro.

- she has mood drops every now and then and tries really hard to cope well with them, but It can be really hard? Sometimes she just lays on someone’s shoulder and that’s all she’ll need for support

-was the last to find out about Jake and rich dating, “I knew someone in this group had to be gay besides Michael”

-tangle fidgets are her favorite!

- she has these really cute ice cream cone earrings that she adored and she wears them on board walks and makes jokes about seagulls stealing them

- she actually makes a lot of dirty jokes when you get to know her well and GOD she’s so funny

- “wow christine you handled that really well” “oh no. Inside I think I’m dying. BUT the perks of being an actress!”

-goes to a performing arts school at some point and does amazing, she gives friends tickets to shows.

-“Christine COOL-nigula!!” “Please stop”

The Agreement: Part 2

Originally posted by hermioneharry

An unexpected visitor comes to offer Diana the opportunity of a lifetime, a chance to save the man she loves from Hades. Diana wants nothing more than to give Steve the life he was so deserving of. The Queen of the Amazons decides if the opportunity is too good to be true.

Feedback is greatly appreciated and encouraged!

Word Count: 1645

Rating: M (Eventually, I promise.)

Link to Part 1: Here

The light of the morning sky slipped through the soft beige curtains in the small room. But it wasn’t the sun’s warmth that washed over her body, but the soft skin underneath her. His fingertips followed the path etched by her bone structure, across her collarbone, and down her arms, so lightly that it tickled. She had been awake long before he was, but she wasn’t ready to share him with the world quite yet.

“I had a dream last night.” He laughed a little to himself, shaking his head. “I haven’t had a dream that didn’t turn into a nightmare since…” He trailed off, looking down to be sure she was still asleep before continuing. “I honestly couldn’t even tell you. But last night, I dreamt of us. It was what imagined happy people do on a Sunday. I was reading the newspaper, out on the porch, when I heard giggling. It almost sounded like birds singing.” Diana continued her performance, even shifting a little to not cause too much suspicion. “You came out, dressed in all white. God, Diana, you looked like an angel. The way the light shined all around you. There was a bundle in your arms that you were so amazed by. It wasn’t until you were standing in front of me that I noticed it move. Somehow, it turned around to look at me. This beautiful baby girl, wearing the same white dress as her mother, reaching out for me.” She smiled to herself, her mother had told her many times of the joys of having a child, she could be so honored to be the one who gave that same joy to Steve.

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anonymous asked:

Everyone always does an insecure chubby MC, but what about a confidant chubby MC who's happy in her skin and is the ultimate sass master to anyone who says other wise.


I’m pretty chubby myself so this request hits home and I’m not particularly confident but I enjoyed writing this a lot! I decided to use 3rd person for this one as it sounded better and yeah enjoy!
P.S. I’m sorry this took longer than I expected, I was sick and didn’t really feel like writing. I still am and atm I’m writing Saeran so I hope his part doesn’t suck too much ^^


  • he personally loves MC’s body type
  • she’s just so soft and warm and she makes him feel safe
  • but he’s very concerned about other people’s opinions on her
  • he’s very insecure himself so he understands that she might feel bad about herself
  • so he makes sure to always remind her how much he loves her figure
  • poor child is worried sick about his girl
  • until one day, while walking hand in hand through the park, they run into a very unpleasant group of boys smoking something that definitely wasn’t cigarettes
  • one of them starts calling MC names, picking on her
  • “Yes I do have big thighs and large hips and do you know what the best part of all that is? I don’t have to share them with you.“
  • she then drags a shook Yoosung away from them until he’s able to function again
  • What just happened??
  • He can’t even process how proud he is of his confident girlfriend and her sass
  • from that day on he admires her even more
  • and understands he doesn’t need to worry about her feeling insecure


  • he has never had a problem with MC’s appearance
  • she’s always been gorgeous to him
  • so when the family gathering comes up he would never expect her to be shamed by her own relatives
  • he couldn’t be more wrong
  • MC’s family has always been very disrespectful towards her
  • the majority of them is skinny and snobby so of course they’re gonna shame her
  • she’s just walking around the buffet table and scooping a small amount of egg salad onto her plate when her aunt approaches her
  • ”Oh sweetie there’s mayo in there” she points out, making Zen tense up next to MC for some reason
  • ”Yeah I know”
  • ”You shouldn’t eat it, it’s gonna make your ass even fatter”
  • Zen wraps his arms around MC’s waist and is ready to stand up for his girlfriend
  • but she doesn’t need it
  • “I love my fat ass. Do you love your flat ass, sweetie?”
  • a loud gasp can be heard from MC’s grandma
  • “If you don’t wanna lose weight for yourself then do it for your boyfriend at least. I don’t understand how he can stand you with an attitude like that. And a fat ass. Poor boy.“
  • before she can finish her sentence, Zen gains courage and speaks up for himself
  • ”Well maybe I like my girlfriend’s fat ass.”
  • he’s blushing
  • and the only sound that can be heard is MC’s grandma’s denture falling to the ground
  • even MC is speechless
  • but then grabs his hand and walks away with him
  • so now every time someone has anything to say about MC’s body, both team up to sass the shit out of them
  • not like either of them care (maybe Zen a bit), but they just love slaying the hoes


  • when she first starts hanging out with MC she’s very surprised
  • and respects her so much
  • she finds her behavior so admirable and inspiring and she can’t help but smile constantly every time they’re together
  • her personality is so bubbly and confident, Jaehee has never been gayer
  • MC goes out wearing short skirts, crop tops and pretty dresses
  • she’s very loud too, so that she always stands out in crowds
  • she loves attention and shows off her girlfriend as wellshe compensates for the confidence Jaehee lacks which is amazing to her
  • whenever someone makes unnecessary remarks MC isn’t phased at all
  • on the other hand, it’s another occasion to show off her love for herself which makes Jaehee so happy and proud
  • she’s so glad her girlfriend can love herself as much as she loves her
  • and it actually helps her be a bit more confident herself


  • being a CEO he often spends entire days at the office
  • and he never says no to MC visiting him every now and then
  • one day they’re casually chatting at his desk when a woman wearing a red attire enters the room without knocking
  • ”Sorry to interrupt you, Mr. Han, I just wanted to remind you that we have a meeting in five minutes.”
  • she then glances at MC and adds
  • ”It will only last one hour, I think the maid can wait”
  • ”I would like to inform you, madam, that this is actually my girlfriend.”
  • ”Oh, sorry. I just didn’t think this would be your type, Mr. Han.”
  • MC rolls her eyes at how boring these women can get when they open their mouths
  • Jumin is about to answer but MC gives him no time
  • ”You should see our relationship then. It’s actually perfect. Unlike you with that dress. I think red is not your type.”
  • the woman turns on her heels, her cheeks as red as her ugly outfit
  • when MC turns around she bursts into laughter at Jumin’s astonished face
  • he’s literally like
  • °0°
  • just picture it guys that’s literally his face
  • but when he finally recovers he congratulates his girlfriend for being able to stand up for herself
  • and he agrees on the dress
  • it would look great on MC though


  • he is the sass mastah himself
  • so when he first starts witnessing episodes of his girlfriend slaying her haters he’s extremely proud
  • every time someone has anything to say about MC’s weight he doesn’t even worry about it because he knows she will drag them
  • and that she loves her body
  • which makes him extremely happy
  • every time she responds to insults with something along the lines of “you bitches are just jealous” or “m thick and I love it” a single tear runs down his face in pride
  • as he secretly thinks “MC is one ticc bih“
  • as much as he loves seeing his queen stand up for herself there is nothing he enjoys more than teaming up with her to show others what a power couple they are
  • it’s also a good excuse to flirt which is always welcome
  • the thing he does the most, in fact, is touch her especially her ass to show how much he appreciates her body to anyone who asks him “Why would you date someone like that?“
  • he’s extremely proud and he has so much fun with MC, especially since she is a living meme as well as a total savage


  • she fills him with so much joy
  • and helps him a lot with his own confidence too
  • he especially loves complimenting her about something and hearing her say “I know“
  • always followed by a “You too” or “I love your ______”
  • he doesn’t even want to imagine how miserable he would be without MC by his side
  • and he’s the type of guy who can’t contain his laughter even in inappropriate situations
  • so whenever MC casually snaps back to one of her family members or people who stare on the street he always lets out a cute chuckle
  • he has no idea how she always has a new comeback ready for every situation
  • he’s not really good at talking back to people
  • he doesn’t want to sound rude
  • but he surely enjoys his girlfriend’s way of dealing with unwanted haters
  • still, he absolutely hates it when people pick on her
  • she’s so pretty and confident and those people should only admire her and respect her
  • he knows MC can take care of the insults herself, but he still wants to prove himself to her and protect her
  • it’s his instinct
  • and if he doesn’t (kindly) jump in the conversation he always makes sure to wrap an arm around his girlfriend’s waist to show her his support
  • he’s so precious


  • he’s  glad his girlfriend loves herself
  • it would have been challenging for him to deal with her insecurities
  • he would have done it regardless, or at least tried but
  • he doesn’t consider himself very good at helping people with emotions
  • he still hasn’t fully recovered from his own scars
  • his MC has also a huge role in this change
  • and he’s very protective of her so when she gets picked on he gets all fed up until she steps in and shuts their mouth with one simple sentence
  • he’s a fast learner and after working up the courage he asks MC for “sass lessons”
  • he fails
  • so he ends up letting MC do all the work
  • also any time she buys a new dress and wears it for him he’s shocked
  • no matter how many times she comes home with a new dress, he’s always amazed by how greatly she can pull it off
  • she will even put on a fashion show for him sometimes
  • walking around the room, twirling, showing off her curves
  • he loves all of it
  • that’s how he discovers that her confidence is a huge turn-on for him
  • and he looks up to her a lot, hoping to one day be able to reach her level of poise


If Percy Jackson Was Genderfluid

Can we please talk about Percy Jackson being genderfluid and how amazing that would be?

Can we talk about about little Percy having no idea why he sometimes doesn’t like being called a boy, and sometimes doesn’t feel like he could be a girl either. He wouldn’t talk about it at all of course, but he would constantly staring at himself in the mirror and thinking ‘what am I?’ How much more trouble he’d have with Gabe until he finally realised that he couldn’t tell Gabe that he didn’t feel like a boy that day, and hw much more he would loathe Gabe?

And can we talk about Percy coming to camp, and everyone having no idea what his gender is? Like he looks quite androgynous (and even more so when he hits puberty) and no one wants to come straight out and ask him, so they just wait for him to be claimed so Chiron will finally tell them? But when Percy is claimed it’s as the “child of Poseidon”, which makes everyone even more confused and annoyed and Annabeth would probably be even more cold towards him, because he’s a mystery she can’t figure out and it’d be killing her (and don’t think bout Mr D, who somewhat knew what was going on with Percy, and would call him more feminine names ie Peggy or Penny on days that he’s a girl and yeah… just imagine Mr D being somewhat nice)

And can we talk about this would only make things worse for him? He already felt somewhat rejected by the camp once he was claimed, and now he’s got people staring him down and trying to figure him out, even though he doesn’t even have any idea what he is (and he probably wouldn’t even know that they were all doing this, he probably just thought it was about the whole Poseidon thing). Can can we talk about him being closer with the Aphrodite cabin, as they’re the only ones who don’t judge him or question him? Silena would just become his mum (and Drew his slightly bitter aunt) and he’d be so happy because it’d be like having family? And he’d be close with the other non-cis campers too, even if they weren’t out yet (like trans!Will, and can we please just imagine Will bringing along his supportive mum-friend Drew when he meets up with Percy, and the three of them getting on like wildfire, and sassing the hell out of each other?)

And just much more heartbreaking would that scene at Circe island be? Just imagine him freaking out because he isn’t a guy that day, and he has bad dysphoria, and oh my god does she know? And seeing in the mirror the body he’s always wanted, but it keeps shifting from being more masculine to more feminine because he doesn’t know what he wants or who he is. Or imagine that he’d actually been a girl that day, and had been brought along and pampered with Annabeth, even though Reyna was sure that something about him was off (and again, Annabeth would be even more confused) and him being like… well. This is new.

And what about Calypso? Think about how confused she would be, seeing this person on her island who sometimes looks more like a female model (to her) than a hero. But she still falls in love with him, and once she leaves, she can’t help but second guess herself (which is why she’s more bitter when Leo comes along because she’s so confused about it all still)

And then jump ahead to the heroes of olympus series, and imagine how confused Jason, Piper and Leo would be because the stories about the great hero who defeated Kronos changes depending on who’s telling the story. In Annabeth’s, Percy is always a boy, but in Rachel’s he’s ‘whatever he is’ and in other stories he’s a girl and ect, and they’re just so confused. And when they finally meet him they think 'as soon as we see him everything will be cleared up’ but it’s not. They’re just even more confused. He looks even more androgynous then they thought he would (and it makes Jason uneasy because he doesn’t quite know whether he’s fighting with a girl or a boy) and he gives no hints to his gender. He’s got enough to worry about without thinking about his gender (or sexuality).

And imagine Percy going through the events of Neptune son, feeling angry and confused because he thinks that he knew who he was before he lost his memory and is even more determined to find that blonde girl he remembers because she must know what and who he is, right? And when he meets Frank they get on like a house on fire because they both suffer from body dysphoria and yet need to present themselves as leaders, and although Hazel doesn’t quite understand, she tells everyone off who calls Percy an 'it’ or 'that’. And imagine Reyna seeing him again and being like 'I still don’t know your gender, but you look very feminine and pretty and wait, do I like you?’ (and hence begins Reyna discovery of her sexuality).

And imagine him meeting Nico (again)! And Percy (my sweet bi child) finding him really attractive being jealous of how masculine Nico looks, and how feminine and curvy Hazel looks. And how awkward Percy would be around this attractive guy who seems to know him, and Nico being floored by how sweet and shy Percy is around him (and don’t think about how Will would be so angry at Nico for not telling him that Percy was okay and how Nico had to spends weeks making it up to him again).

And after the war, Annabeth introduces Percy to Magnus and Alex and no one quite understands why Alex and Percy get on so well. And then Alex introduces Percy to the label gendefluid (and bisexual) and Percy would be in tears because there’s a name, there’s nothing wrong with him, and he finally knows who he is. And imagine Alex and Percy staying good friends after that, and teasing each other about the Chase’s in their lives, and talking about their genders and sexualities and going to pride together.

Can you imagine Percy taking weeks to decide who to come out to? Obviously he tells his parents first and they accept him (and look it up on the internet so they understand it better) and become the best parents ever. And his sister making bracelets to correspond with his pronouns (green for them/they, pink for she/her and blue for he/him) and calling Percy her older sibling instead of brother or sister.

Then he’d come out to Grover (who’d probably already have an idea because of the empathy link) and Rachel 'Screw The Cis-tem’ Elizabeth Dare (she’s my agender child), and finally Will and Nico. And Will would be so excited and happy for him, while Nico would be like so confused because the guy he likes, Percy 'Make You Question Your Sexuality’ Jackson, is sometimes a girl? But eventually he’d get over it and be so accepting and protective of his genderfluid (and bi) friend (and the three of them would go to pride together, and bring along their other friends because everyone in the pjo universe is LGBTQIA to me). And together they’d start building up awareness of LGBTIA issues in the camp etc

I think he’d wait a long while until telling Annabeth though, because he’s worried it’ll ruin their relationship or she won’t accept him but of course she does. And she researches the hell out that and does her best to understand him and be supportive (and perhaps she stays with him, but maybe she doesn’t, it’s up to you) and he’d spend hours trying to explain his feeling to her so she could write it all down for the other campers to get a better idea of it

And please imagine Percy wearing makeup and shorts, and dresses and pretty tops, and crop tops and- yeah, you get the gist. And imagine him changing his hairstyle constantly, sometimes growing his hair out to long, curly locks, or getting a undercut, and tying it up in bun and paits and dying it all different colours. Think of how amazing he’d look, and how many people would flirt with him because of that.

So yeah, please imagine a happy, beautiful genderfluid bisexual Percy Jackson being happy and accepted by his friends and family and for the first time in his life, feeling right.

anonymous asked:

Can we get Dazai’s reaction seeing his bride walk down the aisle on their wedding day?

This is such an adorable ask omg (੭ ˃̣̣̥ ω˂̣̣̥)੭ु⁾⁾

Osamu Dazai

  • Dazai unsurprisingly experiences pre-wedding jitters like any other typical groom would before the big day, but he finds those nerves vanishing without a trace the second you come around the corner and your eyes meet for the first time all day, and he could feel a smile instantly blossoming on his face at the sight of his blushing bride. He could’ve sworn that he felt his heart stood still when he saw just how absolutely stunning you looked in your gorgeous bridal gown, with your hair all done up beautifully, and that lovely face of yours enchanted with a timeless beauty.. Dazai nearly lost his breath at the sight of you, and it felt like the whole world had gone away and it was just you and him.
  • Dazai could feel his eyes tearing up slightly as he watches you walk down the pathway adorned in pretty flower petals with the most amazing stride, and he has so many thoughts racing through his mind while he eagerly waits for you at the altar. Some of which might be, “Aw, there goes the woman that I love, and she looks so happy to be marrying me.” “I bet she’s wearing something really sexy under that dress.” “She’s so beautiful. How did I wind up getting so lucky?” “Oh god, don’t cry, don’t cry. Keep yourself together just for a little while longer.” “Okay, don’t laugh if she trips..”
  • When you finally reach the altar and stand before Dazai with your hands joined together, he playfully squeezes your hand with a stupidly happy grin on his face. You think that he’s just really excited as you are and you joyfully squeeze his hand back with a smile of your own, but he’s actually just making sure that this is all real and not just a wonderful dream that he’s having right now, because it’s so surreal to him that he’s going to be marrying the woman that he loves and adores.. (and that he actually managed to find his other half in the enormously vast world that he lives in, and that they accepted him for who he is as a person and all of the sides to him that makes him.. well, him.)
  • After Dazai’s relatively short daze, he’s brought back to reality when the minister clears his throat loud enough to gain his attention so that the ceremony can now move on to the groom and bride saying their respective vows. Dazai suddenly realizes that everything leading up to this perfect moment wasn’t a beautiful hallucination that he’s experiencing and that it’s all really, truly happening. He starts to feel extremely giddy thinking that from this day onward he gets to spend the rest of his days with you, make adorable, cute little babies with you when you’re both ready to start a family (one of which he’d love to name after Odasaku), and brag about the magical and boundless love that you two have and share to others. Dazai can definitely say that he’s found his happy ending, and what a magnificent happy ending you are to him. 
Picnics-Isaac Lahey

Valentine’s Collection:#1

Teen Wolf Imagine:#100 holy shit!!!

Word Count: 936

Warnings: None that I can think of?

Summary: Isaac and Y/N go on a picnic.

A/n: So here is the other thing I’ve been working on! My Valentine’s Day Collection! I’ve been working and stressing over this for pretty much the entire month of January okay so I wasn’t working on it until like 2 weeks ago but I was stressing the whole time I swear and so here is the first of 14 romantic/sweet/cute imagines. I hope you enjoy them as much as I have. And make sure you check out what get’s posted on the 7th, big surprise for everyone then or maybe not so big idk if you saw it coming or not ;)

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letting yourself move on was the hardest part of any breakup. or, robert goes on his first date with leyla, and has a conversation with aaron.

robert/leyla, past aaron/robert

1,926 words

for @robertisbisexual, because she encourages all my multishipping ways.

It had been Leyla, who’d flirted with him first. Robert had accepted it, that he and Aaron were over - Aaron had a string of new boyfriends to prove that he was very much moving on, and well, Robert was happy for him, he was. Aaron deserved to be happy, even if that meant not being with him.

He just hadn’t thought about moving on himself. The closest Robert had gotten to moving on was taking off his wedding ring, the two bands nestled safely in a box at the back of his chest of drawers, finger bare in a way he wasn’t quite used to, even now, months on.

Leyla had noticed, in that quiet, typically Leyla sort of way no one seemed to give her enough credit for. She hadn’t said anything, just set a gin and tonic down in front of him and given her one of her bright and easy smiles, and asked if he wanted some company while he ate.

Somewhere between there, and then, she’d asked him on a date. Robert had said yes, the second the words were out of her mouth, unable to refuse her anything, not when she’d smile at him the way she did, as though she saw beneath the surface, saw past all the fronts and excuses he gave to try and look as though nothing in the world bothered him.

(Leyla was perceptive, clued in to how people felt, and thought, and it was something Robert hadn’t realised until he’d started spending more time with her.)

Robert had said yes, and he’d been excited, but now he was waiting in the hallway of the house she shared with Tracey and David, he was nervous. It had been such a long time since he’d even been on a first date, and a part of him still felt guilty, about letting himself move on - and it was all such a mess, he could have ran.

He was glad he didn’t, when Leyla finally arrived down the stairs, wearing the most insane black dress that hugged every inch of her figure, dark hair still cut into a shoulder length bob, make up making her look even more dark, and mysterious, and beautiful.

“You - you look amazing,” Robert managed to say, barely stringing together a sentence as he took in her appearance, watched as she wriggled into a pair of high heels, shoes that looked as though they weren’t made for standing in, let alone walking in.

Leyla grinned, pushing at his chin. “Get your jaw back up off the floor,” she teased. “Where’s that Robert Sugden charm I’ve heard so many stories about?”

Robert laughed, a flush rising in his cheeks as he shook his head, realising he hadn’t been as quick off the mark as he was probably rumoured to be. “You caught me off guard, I didn’t realise I was going on a date with a supermodel,” he said, eyes scanning Leyla’s for a reaction, enjoying how she seemed to melt a little at his words.

Leyla laughed, the sound like music to Robert’s ears as it filled the hallway, filling the house with noise, bringing back all the excitement Robert had lost when he’d knocked on the door and realised this was r e a l, he was going on a date for the first time since the breakup.

“Where are you taking me then?” Leyla inquired, tucking her handbag under one arm, leading the charge out of the house.

“Iberica, in Leeds,” Robert quipped, the Spanish word clunky and haphazard as they rolled off his tongue, the restaurant in Leeds he’d booked for them getting the reaction he’d hoped for, Leyla looking delightedly at him.

“I’ve always wanted to try there!” she exclaimed, locking the front door behind them, the summer evening warm, Robert almost regretting his decision to go with a suit (though not really, because he looked good, and they looked good together.)

“Me too,” Robert admitted, ducking in front of her to open his passenger door for her, flashing her a cheeky grin. “All part of the Sugden charm.”

“You’ve already got me on a date,” Leyla said, hiking the skirt of her dress up a little so she could ease herself into Robert’s car, the Porsche a little too low to the ground to be entirely comfortable.

“You asked me on a date,” Robert pointed out, closing the door gently, quickly walking around to the other side, sliding in behind the wheel.

“Only because I didn’t think you’d ever get yourself together and ask me, darling,” Leyla responded easily, checking her impeccable red lipstick in the overhead mirror, giving him a bright grin. “I’d have been waiting until I was eighty for you to get yourself together and ask me out.”

Robert laughed, flicking on his indicator so he could turn onto the main road, the dual carriageway stretching out ahead of them. A part of him felt like he should feel apprehensive about taking Leyla on such a long car journey when it was their first date, but it was easy to talk to her.

It had been since that first day she’d slid him a gin and tonic, and asked if he fancied a friend.

It was odd, really, how comfortable he felt spending time with Leyla, but maybe it was more odd because Robert had spent the last year deciding he was absolutely not loveable, not anymore, not after all the ways he’d hurt Aaron.

But here was Leyla, smiling in his passenger seat, and googling the menu for the restaurant, because “she wouldn’t have long enough to decide when we get there, Robert!” and Robert felt a sort of happy, content feeling settle in his chest that he hadn’t felt in a while.

“I figured you enjoyed the chase more than I did,” Robert responded cheekily, swelling thickly as he looked at Leyla, the way her dress was sitting on her shoulders, collarbone and neck exposed, a delicious expanse of tan skin that had Robert’s head spinning.

He was going on a date with a gorgeous woman, Friday nights didn’t get much better.

“That last cosmo was a bad idea,” Leyla laughed, arm hooked in Robert’s elbow as they walked through the village, Leyla teetering on her heels. They’d both had a few drinks, in the end, leaving Robert’s car at the restaurant and calling a taxi (not one of the Barton’s, thank you very much Robert, that would be like you ringing Aaron for a lift!), Leyla’s hand on his knee the entire way home in the taxi, the two of them content to sit in silence, and watch the motorway whirl past as they made their way home.

As first dates go, it had been as perfect as perfect could get. A spectacular meal, a few quiet drinks, followed by a few louder cocktails, the two of them attempting to order the most ridiculous sounding drinks from the menu, Leyla snapping pictures of Robert posing with over the top drinks for her instagram story.

“At least you didn’t get that horrific tequila thing you made me order,” Robert winced, the taste of tequila still lingering in his mouth. He was thirty two years old, far past the doing tequila shots stage of his life, more partial to a smooth, expensive whiskey, than he was some cheap as chips tequila.

“That was awful,” Leyla agreed, coming to a standstill as they arrived at her front door. The porch light was on, making him feel like a teenager bringing his date home before their curfew. “Well, this is me.”

“This is you,” Robert said, standing, hands in his pockets, drinking in every inch of Leyla. She was beautiful, beautiful in a way that made his heart race, made him want. “I had a really great time tonight, Leyla.”

“So did I,” Leyla said, eyes flickering to Robert’s lips.

Before he could talk himself out of it, Robert leaned in, and kissed her, lips unfamiliar against his own as they kissed, Leyla’s hands knotting in his hair. As first kisses go, Robert decided as they broke apart, it was nothing short of spectacular.

“Let’s have lunch tomorrow,” Leyla said, lips inches from Robert’s as she spoke. “In Leeds. We could make a day of it, do a bit of shopping.”

Robert nodded, not trusting himself to speak, or he’d be doing his very best to go back on their ‘go slow’ agreement. They’d both had their hearts broken, in the past year, and they’d decided not to rush things, not when neither of them were ready to fall madly in love again.

Not yet, at least.

Leyla pressed one last lingering kiss to Robert’s lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow then,” she said, a delighted smile on her face. “I’ll pick you up, yeah? We can pick up your car then.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Robert smiled, giving Leyla one last appreciative look before he turned, and started his walk back toward Diane’s, walking straight into Aaron, who was clearly only on his way home from a night out himself.

“Hiya,” Aaron greeted, the tentative friendship they’d managed to develop over the year extending to some small talk, and greetings. “Good night?” he said, voice teasing as he pointed to Robert’s mouth.

Lipstick, of course.

Robert ducked his head, wiping at his mouth. “I uh….” he trailed off, not sure of what to say, not sure he even wanted to tell Aaron about the fact he’d been on a date.

“Robert, it’s okay,” Aaron reassured, eyes kind, and honest. “I want you to move on. Remember? I’m moving on, so it’s okay that you’re doing the same.”

Robert nodded, looking anywhere except at Aaron. “Still feels a bit weird, though,” he admitted. “Talking to you about dating other people.”

“I’ve got a boyfriend,” Aaron reminded, Robert vaguely remembering some dark haired lad Aaron had been having lunch with in the pub a few days previously, a name he’d definitely been told slipping his mind.

Robert took a deep breath, smiling slightly. “I think I might have a girlfriend,” he said, the word sounding strange, but not entirely unwelcome on his lips. “Leyla. I - I’m not going to rub it in your face, or anything, but…”

“I’ll see you both around,” Aaron finished for him. He was wearing the black shirt Chas had bought him for his birthday, scruffy trainers finishing off an altogether very Aaron outfit, one he’d seen a hundred times before, but it still made his heart skip in his chest a little. “Rob, seriously, it’s okay. We were both going to have to move on eventually - I’m not going to be mad at you for doing the exact same thing I’m doing.”

Robert’s chest felt a little freer, as he listened to Aaron speak. “You’re happy?” he asked, feeling like it was the simplest thing to ask, the easiest way to see the conversation going for a few more minutes, at least.

“I’m happy,” Aaron confirmed, giving Robert a genuine smile. “Are you?”

If you’d asked Robert a month, a week ago, he’d have said no, without a seconds hesitation, but now, after tonight, the feeling of Leyla’s lips still lingering on his own, well, he felt like happiness wasn’t such a foreign concept anymore.

“Yeah,” Robert admitted, feeling good, light, like he could be be the kind of happy he used to be, before the breakup, before the baby that wasn’t, before it had all gone to hell. “I think I could be.”

anonymous asked:

Are we still gonna get a blurb where harry'styles girlfriend gets sick and it turns out to be appendicitis and he calms her down? Please your writing is so good 😘

yes that sounds like a good one? can we get one where he is trying to calm her but still doesnt know whats going on until he calls someone?

Ahhh yessssssssssss cant wait I love your writing!! 👏

Gotta tell you, anon.  I don’t think this is my best work.  I have a hard time writing from Harry’s POV, and I am not super happy with how it turned out.  But hopefully it meets your needs.  Thanks for the request. I think this is the last medical request I’m going to do.  They’re just too hard to make interesting.  

Annoying Appendicitis

“Excuse me?” I politely tried to stop the nurse passing by me, but she just ignored me and kept walking.

I had been pacing in the corridor for at least twenty minutes, waiting for someone to come out of her hospital room and tell me what the hell was going on.  At least I couldn’t hear her screaming in pain anymore.  God.  I closed my eyes against the memory of the terrible sound, but that just brought her face, clenched in pain, to mind instead.  

The morning had been pretty calm.  I’d gone for my run, leaning over to press a kiss to her sleeping forehead as I left the room.  When I got back, we showered together which is always fun.  No shower sex, though.  We’d learned the hard way that shower sex is just plain dangerous.  But there was plenty of sensuality in the way I soaped her breasts, and of course she couldn’t resist soaping up my cock.  Which meant we’d fucked on the bed right after our shower, necessitating both a second shower and a change of sheets.

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anonymous asked:

Funny how no ES is shaming Cait for her extremely short dress last night. It wasn't longer than Mackenzie's night gown in the Christmas pic. Even Cait's skirt at the AOL Build event was shorter.

And her mini white dress for the Money Monster event. She loves to show off her fabulous legs. And I’m very thankful-and a wee bit jealous ;)-she does. And you know what? Cait looked fabulous as always, just like Mackenzie always looks fabulous, regardless of what they’re wearing. We have so many amazing women around us. The more the merrier I say! Stay fabulous ladies! 

Her hair never quite stayed in place
Very much like her mind
Always lost
Hidden away under the deep
Blue eyes.
Everything about her,
From her hair to her thoughts,
Was untidy and askew.
And somewhere in her mess
In the shallows of her skin and the brush of her lips,
He found himself.

anonymous asked:

tell us 5 random things about your best friend

since both beca and aubrey are my best friends i’ll do both

- could literally eat mac & cheese for every meal
- is insanely talented like she can play so many instruments and do amazing things with them
- is a total softie
- can pull off any look. she looks beautiful in literally just sweatpants and a plain shirt. she looks AMAZING in dresses. she could wear anything and it’d completely floor me
- secretly loves singing cheesy pop hits and not just when she’s drunk

- can freestyle rap if you get a few drinks in her
- the first person (besides my family) who ever stood up for me 
- didn’t completely freak in our freshman year when i totally disregarded our roommate agreement and brought somebody home with me…..
- has an absolutely beautiful singing voice like i know you guys may have seen her perform with the bellas but when it’s just us and she’s singing a random song without realizing.. her voice is so pretty. i’m jealous
- would do anything for her friends with only minimal complaints

Oblivious (Bucky x Reader)

Originally posted by kingsebastian

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 (Final part)

Summary: Bucky and Reader are best friends, they live together. Reader is totally oblivious that Bucky is in love with her

A/N: This is the final part, it’s a little bit longer than other parts. I hope you’ll all enjoy reading it.

Bucky was laying on the couch at his friend’s place. He stayed there from the day you left for France, he couldn’t go back to the apartment. He didn’t want to know if you really left and that you won’t come back to the apartment you two shared. He was taking a sip from his beer when he heard Steve approaching.

˝Are you seriously going to do this every day? ˝

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Because someone on Facebook asked “why SwanQueen?” This was my “quick answer.”

First off, as Adam has confirmed on multiple occasions, the start of the show has always been “Emma coming to town and meeting Mayor Regina.” Henry introduced them, and they went from hating each other to acknowledging each other as family and co-parents.

They sacrifice themselves for each other. Regina was willing to die for everyone and later on when the whole town was going back to the EF she made a point of giving Emma and Henry only good memories. She loves them, she cares about them, and for their wellbeing she was willing to give them a life without her in it (and she didn’t have to give Emma one even if it was just for Henry’s sake).

Their magic together is always the most powerful. They can defeat whatever comes to town, they can save the day, and they can do that because of each other and each other’s magic. They made an eclipse to save their son for crying out loud, and that was when they didn’t get on nearly as well.

The tattoo thing. Emma has that tattoo on her wrist of what many believe is the same flower as on Charming’s crest. It’s also commonly thought to be a dandelion or a Lyon flower. Now Regina’s soulmate was meant to have a lion flower tattoo? She later met Robin and yeah, she loved him, but he later went back to his wife, then cheated on his wife to be with her, then left town and when Regina went to save him after learning he was in danger, he didn’t believe her. None of that indicates he was who the dust referred to, and I believe that, whether the dust had been tampered with or not, that the dust was never meant to point at him at all. And regardless, soul mate does not necessarily mean true love.

They have the strongest connection. Regina and Emma understand each other more than anyone else does. And in finally comparing them to CS, SQ does everything significant before CS. That time Regina talked Emma down from murdering Lily was powerful. In a later episode they had Hook talk Emma down from murdering Merida, but with far less emotion, far less struggle, and it was a blatant “oh shit, we need Hook to have that connection with her too!”

And let’s not forget one of the most heartbreaking moments of all, by the well in Camelot. When Emma had given the dagger to Regina and Regina finally decided that she needed to get Emma to open up because she knew that something else was going on with Emma. She used the dagger to try get Emma to open up and was stopped by everyone who decided what she was doing was bad (she was crying, she didn’t want to force her but she was desperate to do what she promised Emma she would do). But that moment was crucial and yet incredibly unsatisfying, because there’s no way in hell that the big secret she couldn’t tell Regina was that she was scared to move in with Hook. That makes zero sense.

Also with that scene, was Regina talking about how Emma needed to be brave enough to tear down her own walls. That compares directly to that time Hook bragged about how he enjoying breaking down Emma’s walls himself. And in that same scene Dark Emma was wearing that dress she’d worn on the date with Hook. Emma trying to appease him. But the Emma we know was clearly not happy with that and was incredibly uncomfortable, but as with many times with Hook, she changes who she is to be was he wants her to be. She shuts down, she listens to him and not her own instincts, and that’s so unbelievably sad.

And then with Camelot there was that amazing time when Lancelot/Guinevere/Arthur paralleled Regina/Emma/Hook. Not only in saving their love from the darkness (Emma and Guinevere) but also when those pink flowers referred to some kind of appearance of love on the surface but actual deception and control beneath it. That was a clear parallel and we know they don’t do them by accident.

On the themes thing too, ever noticed how often Emma and Regina will parallel Snow and Charming? With clothing choices in particular, and many times Adam has confirmed that clothing choices are very particular and the show runners get the final say for a reason, noting too that the costume designer is ranked very highly on the OUAT crew list.

And then we get back to CS, something Emma has been obligated to make work from the beginning at her parents’ enthusiasm about love. From uncomfortable dates to moving in with him, Emma sacrifices who she is and what she wants for what she thinks she wants, and you can physically see her lessen herself for that. From the time Hook’s lips were cursed and took away her magic, to the time they tried plenty of kisses for a TLK and none of them worked, they’re basically selling them as the anti-TL at this point. Every sacrifice he’s apparently made for her was either not actually a sacrifice (Dark Hook wanting to kill everyone then back tracking isn’t a selfless gesture) or was downright abusive and disgusting (suicide attempts to make someone pay attention to you is real emotional abuse and manipulation, and it traps real people in horrible situations).

And on the sacrifice thing. When Hook backtracked on mass murder and said “let me die a hero” vs Regina wanting to die for the town and saying “let me die as Regina.” She’s just trying to be better for her family, on a constant redemption arc she knows she’ll never fully reach (when Regina jokes about the heroes it truly is just her sarcastic nature), he wants his past wiped clean and tells everyone he’s good now without actually living up to it, because he’s never done anything truly selfless.

Emma and Regina’s journey is the show and the fact they’ve both been shown to have true love with Henry is not unintentional. They’re the family, the overarching fairytale that ties this entire show together and started it all, and are what I believe will be the eventual ending. To not have their own fairytale to do that to tie up all the other fairytales makes no sense and there are so many poetic moments that truly seem to slide everything into place, almost! They are truly the story that makes the most sense.

Plus let’s be real, the entire audience would ship them if one of them was a man. Henry introducing his parents alone would have been an amazing modern fairytale, making it gay would even more so, but the enemies turned lovers theme is so prevalent, and the people watching this show would have jumped on it if it was a man and woman, and certainly have for other ships on this show. But this connection is there, this story is there, and unintentionally or not, that’s the relationship development they’re selling.

So many fan’s of Nerd’s story “For the first time in never” Love the scene when Revel has to hide in Elsa’s wardrobe and comes out wearing her cloths. I asked comickergirl if she could do the scene for us! She even gave me an extra spot when she was already full. Thank you so much, it looks amazing and I can’t help but giggle!

Anonymous asked: The real reason why Steve said “language” is because he and Maria have kids and don’t want them to grow up with their parents’ and teammates’ sailor mouths.

Anonymous asked: AoU “bad language word” scene, AU

I think this technically counts as an AU of an AU.

He finds her in the nursery. Of course he does. She’s a career woman and he has no illusions that she can or could be anything else, but his wife is still absolutely and utterly amazed by their daughter.

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