showing his flawlessness

  • twenty one pilots performing during concerts: gods among men, no one can touch their talented greatness
  • twenty one pilots performing on live t.v shows: two weird potatoes ready to be boiled
Phichit’s Eyeliner

The eyeliner Phichit wore in Episode 10, wings and all, caught my attention and it’s just so amazing and better than anything I’ll ever be able to do

I believe this beautiful frame had the purpose of showing off his flawless eyeliner help me this is too beautiful

But just imagine this:

- Little Phichit sees a beauty magazine cover of a woman with flawless eyeliner and boy is he captivated

- Little Phichit asking his parents if he could have such flawless eyeliner too

- His mother puts on eyeliner with the little wings for him

- He’s just so excited and keeps looking at himself in the mirror

- He takes nearly two hundred pictures of himself on his dad’s phone and his parents are just sighing over how cute he is

- His dad never deletes the photos

- He refuses to remove it even when it’s time for bed

- Little Phichit upset because his parents refuse to let him wear eyeliner to school

- Fast forward a few years and Phichit, having watched so many eyeliner tutorials, steals his mother’s eyeliner and decides to try it for himself

- He pokes it into his eye by accident the first time and he got a little scared

But he never gives up on anything and he tries again a few hours later after nervously watching about a thousand more videos, this time with success

- Phichit tries out different ones to find a type that suits him, from plain black pencil eyeliners to glittery golden liquid ones, and he secretly loves sparkly ones the best

- Soon Phichit begins wearing eyeliner whenever he can, he thinks it makes him feel beautiful and that’s just beautiful

- Phichit don’t care about the haters, he knows they’re just jealous of how beautiful he looks

- Phichit decides to make an eyeliner youtube tutorial for his fans and it goes viral within the first day

- Beautiful supportive fans encourage him to make more tutorials and he does, showing his fans how he does his makeup and everyone goes crazy (come on don’t tell me you wouldn’t)

- Phichit’s beauty channel becomes one of the most popular and even other beauty gurus admire his skill

- Phichit teaches Guang Hong to put on eyeliner and they take so many selfies together (LOOK AT THEIR SELFIE IN EPISODE 10 BOTH OF THEM LOOK LIKE THEY HAVE EYELINER ON)

- He encourages any boys out there who like makeup to not be ashamed of wearing makeup in public and he’s just so inspirational

It’s just such a beautiful thought

BONUS: Phichit cringing at Georgi’s overly dramatic eyeshadow from the sidelines

DOUBLE BONUS: Phichit applying his own makeup before competitions to calm his nerves because he’s just that good at it

Here Part 4

Part four is here at last. Sorry it’s taken so long but I’m finally happy with it. It’s a little longer than normal but stick with it cause it’s a goodnen

Y/N and Harry’s first date doesn’t go exactly as planned. 

Enjoy, I x

Y/N placed Alfie on the soft woollen blanket her grandmother had knitted for him when he was born when the sound of the doorbell echoed around the house, mixing with Alfie’s pained screams. She wanted to continue to hold him close, hush him and rock him but it made no difference. The closer she held him the more he seemed to resist, his cries had only got louder and he kicked and pushed away from her body. The harsh screaming sound he was letting out subsided and changed to dull, monotonous crying as she left him in the living room and  made her way to the door.

Louis greeted her and she stepped in out of the cold quickly which she was grateful for. The house was well heated and Y/N was dressed in yoga pants and a sports bra as she had been running through some choreography whilst Alfie napped, but the sudden change in temperature made goose bumps quickly appear on her skin.

‘Hey, what’s going on?’ Louis asked as Y/N closed the door behind him and turned back to Louis. He was dressed in black joggers, a velvet maroon Adidas jumper and a white t-shirt, he looked warm and gentle. ‘What’s up?’ Louis asked as Y/N looked up at the ceiling chewing on her bottom lip. Him being there made her feel it was ok to finally let her own emotions out. The longer she’d tried unsuccessfully to calm Alfie down the more she’d wanted to burst into tears and now Louis was there she allowed them to fall. A sob racked her body and Louis stepped forward pulling her close and resting his head on top of hers, his slightly taller frame enveloping hers. ‘You gonna tell me?’

‘He just won’t stop crying and I don’t know why’ Y/N said pulling back from Louis. Her speech was muffled from crying but she felt better for getting it out though she was still more than concerned. ‘I dunno what to do Lou.’ She told him wiping her face with the back of her hands. Louis simply nodded taking her by the hand through to the living room. Alfie didn’t look to the doorway when they entered though he’d sat himself up and was pulling roughly at the blanket.

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History (Barry Allen x Reader)

A/N: Hello! Another imagine is here! Hope you like it! Sent in requests! Love ya! 

Request:  Hii, could you write a Barry’s imagine when the reader flirts with him all the time but he is so oblivious to notice it, until one day she can’t stand it anymore and just blurt him out how she feels just to finds out that he feels the same way about her but he just thought she doesn’t like him?

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Warning: Swearing

Originally posted by omgistrue

‘Hello Bartholomew’ I said, smiling brightly ‘Love the new hairdo’

             He looked at me for few seconds not really knowing if I was being sarcastic. I wasn’t. Barry always had the best… well everything. He was one of my closest friends, he was sweet, kind, geeky and oh yeah, he was a freaking super hero. What more can a girl want? Seriously though.

‘Thanks, Y/N’ he said, deciding to take it as a compliment.

             I sighed quietly, looking at my laptop and the newest calculations I made for Cisco. I was working for S.T.A.R labs for a while now and from the moment I laid my eyes on Barry I knew I was screwed. I had the biggest crush on the guy, which I wasn’t even trying to hide that hard. I was flirting with him constantly, during his runs, fights, whenever he was in the lab and whenever we went out. Everyone and their mother knew I had a thing for him, but he remained clueless. I was really close to just stripping naked before him and inviting him to my secret garden. Though knowing him, he still wouldn’t get what I was trying to tell him. My secret garden… I was starting to think I was on something. And that wasn’t good since I didn’t remember taking anything.

‘Anyone wants coffee?’ I asked, feeling the sudden need for air.

‘Oh, I’ll get it. Don’t worry!’ Barry proposed, running out.

             And that was how most of our conversations ended. With him running out. Well, don’t get me wrong, if I needed to talk to him about important stuff, he was always there. He was the kindest soul I knew and he always cared. Even when it was some small issues, that normal people would deem insignificant. He always listened. That was one of the reasons I loved him.

             Few minutes later he walked in with four cups from Jitters. He passed me my black coffee, sending the most beautiful smile and went on to distribute the caffeine to everyone. He was so thoughtful…

             I really had to get my shit together today. I had to focus on work and not think about Barry all day. Again. I sounded so sad sometimes, when I was talking to myself in my head. I sounded like one of those crazy, obsessed people and I knew I had to do something about that.

‘Barry! Could you bring that sweet ass of yours back here?’ I called out to Barry.

             He came into the room looking confused. Yes, Bartholomew, I did just call your ass sweet. Please get the idea. For the fastest man alive, he really was slow sometimes.

‘What’s up, Y/N?’ he asked, dismissing my attempt at flirting.

             I sighed again, trying to cover my annoyance and frustration with a smile.

‘It’s time for your measurements, sweet thing’ I said, moving past him in the direction of med bay.

             Ah, measurements, best part of my day, I thought. Barry took his shirt off, showing his flawless body. I tried not to drool, when I used measuring tape to see if he was still keeping in shape. Which was in my opinion stupid as hell, since he was running all the time and his metabolism was crazy fast. But Cait asked me for that one favour, knowing well how much pleasure that would cause me. Now that I thought about it, I was such a creep. Maybe he saw all my attempts at flirting and he was just weirded out by them. Maybe he was shutting me down on purpose? My cheeks burned red at that realisation. I coughed lightly, to cover my whimper. If that really was the case… I was so lame.

‘You okay, Y/N?’ He asked, taking my head in his hands and forcing me to look him in the eyes.

             My furiously beating heart really didn’t help me in this situation. I blinked few times adjusting to sudden change in the events. Barry’s hands were on my face. I was looking into those wonderful eyes and I could only think about kissing those beautiful, soft lips…

‘Yeah… yeah I’m great’ I whispered, feeling the sudden tension between us.

             Barry released my head suddenly, taking a step back. His cheeks flamed bright red and he stuttered some kind of excuse, that he had to go to the CCPD. Before I could protest, he was out of the lab. I was staring bewildered after him. What the fuck just happened? I had to hack into the camera feed, to actually see if that just happened or my over creative brain just made something up.

             I was sitting in Jitters, sipping coffee and looking through my notes. There were some numbers that didn’t really add up and I needed a break from the lab. And from Barry. Who I now realised walked into the café and ordered the usual. I really needed to start thinking about my choices and start making smarter decisions. Few seconds later he noticed me, with a huge grin on his face he sat opposite me and looked at the scattered papers.

‘What are you so focused on?’ he asked, sounding genuinely interested.

‘On you of course’ I said, before realising how that sounded ‘I meant, I want to make your suit lighter… So you can go faster, without using up so much energy…’

             Barry nodded, looking at the calculations for a second, trying to find a way to help me.

‘How are you anyways, wonder boy?’ I asked, putting on my best smile.

             He looked up, his cheeks burning up.

‘I’m great, Y/N, how are you?’ he smiled.

             I didn’t know what it was. It could’ve been tiredness from the lack of sleep, frustration or my bloody hormones, which always showed up, whenever he was around, but I had had enough. It was relatively easy. It was either a yes or a no. And I needed to know right now. Right this second.

‘For the love of everything that’s good, why can’t you see I’m trying to flirt with you?!’ I exclaimed.

             Few people turned around looking at me with fear in their eyes. Day without being mistaken for a crazy person, was a lost day anyways. At least that thing was ticked on the list of things to do today. Second one was being let down easily by Barry, so I was patiently waiting for it.

             He looked at me with the mixture of shock and laughter in his eyes. Great. He was going to laugh at me. That was definitely something I didn’t need today.

‘You know what, Allen’ I said, feeling stupid for my outburst ‘I’m gonna go. Forget it.’

             He grabbed my arm and turned me around to look into my eyes. His smile was everything in that moment.

‘Do you wanna get dinner sometime?’ he asked, his voice smooth.

             My cheeks reddened at his question.

‘I don’t want pity dinner, Barry’ I said, looking at the floor.

             His hands hugged my face and brought it up, so I would look him in the eyes. Those beautiful, green eyes I loved so much.

‘Let me be clear, because I am apparently the worst at reading signals’ he started ‘I like you. I more than like you, Y/N. I want to see where this goes. So will you please have dinner with me?’

             I looked at him for few seconds, blinking rapidly and thinking that I was just dreaming. That looked like one of my dreams, but his hands on my face were so real. I wanted to hear him say those words for so long and now that he did, I was so happy.

             His eyes had one question in them and I nodded giving him permission. Few seconds later his lips touched mine and the rest as they say is history.


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BTS Reaction to Flirting With a Foreigner and Realizing She Speaks Korean

Hi guys! tbh this kinda happened to me at a Korean restaurant years ago, when my family was ordering my aunt just blurted out that I like KPOP and our waiter was really fascinated haha he kept coming over to our table and like kneeling by my side and talking to me ;u; he was so sweet and young and rlly hot too unf and he spoke really slowly and carefully. anyways, hope you enjoy little warriors!

- Admin Mocha

Originally posted by hogays

Namjoon: Namjoon would slide over to you and begin showing off his flawless English skills, impressing you as he effortlessly carried out a conversation as if it was his native tongue. I think that at one point in the conversation, you would bring up a Korean word or maybe a place you liked to visit and he would notice how perfect your pronounciation was. At that point, this boy would smile a little while tilting his head and asking if you happened to speak Korean. You would nod and then the two of you would probably switch back and forth from both of them while continuing to talk. I think when you revealed that you did speak both languages, he would just laugh a little and announce that he did as well. It obviously wouldn’t be that big of a deal to him because he’s got both of them under his belt but then again it would strengthen your connection because you two crossed that language barrier together.

Originally posted by yoonkooks

Suga: I think Suga would be hesitant and speaking slowly because he wouldn’t want to make a fool of himself as he attempts to express himself as best as he can in English. You would be smiling the entire time though, listening very closely and nodding your head along to what he was saying even if he mispronounced some words. In the middle of the conversation, I think you would politely ask if he spoke Korean because you could tell that he was nervous and obviously trying his best to talk to you which would affect his English. He would get so embarrassed but he would say yes and you two would transition into speaking Korean. You two would talk a lot and there would definitely be a spark there, but I think late at night when Suga is rethinking the entire situation out again, he would get really shy and flustered and ask Namjoon for some lessons to redeem himself in front of you.

Originally posted by bangthebae

Jin: I think Jin would be totally hitting it off with you and trying his absolute best at conversing in English, and his words would honestly be pretty understandable. I think the only problem would be that not only would his heart be racing, but his mind would be as well because he wouldn’t want to disappoint you or make a bad impression. He would be nervous that he wouldn’t understand you when suddenly one of the members walks over and scares him. He would be laughing as he turned and realized that the two of you knew each other however you were talking to each other in perfect Korean. I think that Jin would be pretty surprised that your Korean was so good and that he just stressed himself out big time for no reason. Once he got over his shock, he would tell you that your Korean was really good and that you should teach him more English sometime. 

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Jhope: Jhope would be so adorable ok so he would wait for a moment when you’re not talking on the phone or to someone and when you’re alone to approach you. He would be peeking over his shoulder every few minutes to look at you before it was finally the right moment to say Hi. I think he would be very careful with his English words and would speak slowly, not wanting to stutter or slip up so that you would think he was ‘Cool’. I think that someone might pass by and say something in Korean to you and you would reply perfectly which would leave our little Hobi laughing and thinking you were the Cool one. He would be so happy that you spoke Korean and that he could talk to you without feeling worried that he wasn’t making sense, even though his English isn’t too shabby. He would then speak a lot quicker than before and be a lot more animated and cheerful, which would get you giggling and happy from his enthusiasm.

Originally posted by ohparkjimin

Jimin: It would take a lot of courage for him to talk to you, especially in another langauge that he doesn’t speak and understand 100%. His heart would be beating so fast and his brain literally focused all it’s energy on understanding you and really trying his best. Jimin would at first feel pretty shy after you announced that you speak his first language, but I think you would notice straight off the bat and begin to shower him with compliments that would honestly make him feel 10x better. You would tell him that his English was easy to  understand and that you would have assumed he spoke it fluently which would bring a big smile to our Chim Chim’s face. Afterwards, Jimin would stick to Korean despite his confidence boost and your encouragment and focus on getting to know you better because he really wouldn’t want to lose you after this event.

Originally posted by taehyungifs

V: V would be really impressed with the fact that you spoke both languages. I think initially, he would be walking over to you for the first time, practicing English phrases he quickly searched up on Google Translate over and over again in his head. He would be right in front of you when suddenly, your phone rang and you picked it up. A spew of Korean words would come tumbling out of your mouth as you politely asked V to hold on for a few minutes. He would literally just be standing in front of you, his mouth hanging open from the shock and the realization that you were fluent in both languages. V would then wait for you to end the phone-call, where he would blurt you in English. “You speak Korean??” You would laugh and nod your head, listening to all the flattering compliments he would send your way. He would be really glad that he wouldn’t have to stress over speaking when you two knew the same language.

Originally posted by sungjxngkook

Jungkook: I think that Jungkook would take the end result the best out of all the members. After attempting and doing his best to speak to you in your native tongue, he would just be happy that he was given the opportunity to talk to you. He would also be proud of himself for going up to a girl he finds attractive and actually talking to her because he is quite young and inexperienced. That’s a big deal for a teenage boy. I think he would focus more on the scenario as a whole instead of zoning in on the details. When you started speaking to him in Korean, this boy would just shrug it off and continue with the conversation. He would certainly applaud you for your skills and be impressed, but I don’t think he would dwell on the past and the fact that he messed up a few times. He would be much more focused on talking to you and understanding you instead of thinking about his English skills. He would believe in the saying, “In 100 years, who will care?”  


Given straight to Paul Scholes - what about that! What about that! 

Imagine #62 - Michael Latta

“Babe, can you toss me the packing tape?” Michael asks over his shoulder, both hands being used to hold shut an overstuffed moving box.

“Here.” You grab the roll of tape and tape the box flaps down. “Is this the last one?”

“I think so,” Michael answers. “I put all the left over stuff in it, so this should be the last of it, unless we forgot anything.”

You nod while you think. You run through your mental list of rooms, trying to think of anything that might have been left behind in each one. “We got all the stuff plugged into outlets, right?”

“Uh,” Michael pauses. “I think so,” he finally says hesitantly.

“Maybe we should just do a quick walkthrough, instead,” you suggest.

“Right,” Michael agrees, standing and brushing his hands together. “You start at the back and I’ll start at the front?”

“Alright.” You walk to the bedroom at the back of the room, leaving Michael to inspect the living room and kitchen. You check the bedroom and adjoining bathroom. You can hear Michael opening and closing drawers and cupboards in the kitchen.

After your surveys of each room, the two of you meet back in the living room.

“All clear?” You ask Michael.

“All clear,” he affirms. “You?”

“Nothing,” you answer.

A moving truck rumbles to a stop outside your apartment before the engine shuts off.

“Just in time, there’s the truck,” Michael announces, the truck doors shutting loudly outside.

You go outside to look at the truck and are met by a couple of Michael’s friends from the team.

“Hey, [Y/N]!” Tom greets you with a hug before stepping inside to greet Michael.

André follows close behind, hugging you and stepping inside. “All packed, [Y/N]?” 

“Just finished,” you respond. You gesture to the room of boxes. “Thanks for bringing the truck over, guys.”

“Yeah, here are the keys,” Tom announces, tossing the rental truck keys to you. “Do you guys need any help getting the stuff loaded?”

“Nah,” Michael shrugs him off. “It’s not a lot, we’ve got it. Thanks, though.”

“Of course. You’re getting lunch after practice, though, right?” Tom nudges Michael.

“Yeah, man,” Michael agrees with a half-smile. “Thanks again, guys. See you later.” He hugs them both goodbye.

“See you, [Y/N],” the boys say in unison before hugging you in-turn and departing.

You can hear them climb into André’s car and drive off.

“Let’s get started then,” Michael says, turning back to your living room of packed boxes. He walks over and shifts a few around, finding the heaviest one. He heaves it into his arms.

“Mm,” you murmur appreciatively. “Big, strong, moving Michael. I’m a lucky lady,” you say softly as Michael passes you.

He stretches his neck to kiss you. “I’m a lucky man,” he retorts.

You smile and follow his lead, lifting a box and taking it out to the truck.

He’s standing, leaning against the back of the large truck when you reach his side. His box is sitting by his feet. “You have the keys, babe,” he explains, seeing your slightly confused look.

“Oh, right,” you blush ever-so-slightly. “I’ll go start it up.” You take the keys from your back pocket and go around to the driver’s side. You hoist yourself into the cabin of the truck and put the keys in the ignition, turning them until the battery starts, but not the engine. You hop out of the cab and rejoin Michael. “All set,” you announce.

“Perfect,” he responds. He opens the back of the truck and lowers the lift, then puts the two boxes on it.

The two of you go back inside to bring out more stuff. Between the two of you, the whole townhouse is loaded onto the truck in less than an hour.

“Do you want to drive?” Michael asks you, closing door on the back of the truck.

“Don’t you want to?” You counter.

“I’ll drive when we take it to return it,” he compromises.

“Deal.” You climb into the driver’s seat. You turn the keys in the ignition and feel the engine rumble to life. You put it into gear and carefully pull away. As you see your old place shrinking away in the rear view mirror, you feel a clench in your throat. Your hands grip minutely on the oversized steering wheel.

“Everything alright?” Michael inquires, putting a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it gently.

You glance at him and gulp, giving a small smile. “Yeah,” you manage.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he pushes on.

“That’s our home,” you explain. “The first place we lived together.” You smile again.

Michael smiles with you. “Yeah, we made some great memories there,” he concurs. “But you see this?” He holds up his left hand and shows his wedding ring, nearly flawless in its less-than-a-month-old glory.

You nod, smiling coyly while holding your own ring finger aloft.

“They’re a promise. A promise of what’s to come. A promise of growing together. That place, as nice as it was for the two of us, was no place to settle down, to start a family, to grow together.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m gonna miss it, though, at least at first,” you muse, hands trained on the wheel, but eyes flitting from the road occasionally to look at your husband.

“I will, too,” he replies. “But you know that cheesy thing everyone says about how home is where the heart is and how the people are more important than the place?”

You nod.

“I think it’s true. Anywhere you are, is home for me,” he finishes.

“Aw,” you smile. You take a tentative hand off the wheel to hold his hand. “That was the sweetest, most cliché thing anyone’s ever said to me,” you coo. “And I loved it,” you add. You bring his hand to your lips and kiss his knuckles.

“I love you, [Y/N],” Michael says.

“I love you, too,” you respond.

“It’s a left at the light,” Michael reminds you, interrupting the few moments of contented silence that had fallen after your sentiments.

“Oh, right,” you acknowledge.

“No, left,” he jokes.

“Right, left,” you confirm, starting to break into a grin.

He laughs and you join him as you make the turn he had indicated.

You pull the considerable truck to a stop as squarely as you can in front of the new place. “Here we are,” you announce, killing the engine.

Both of you slide out of the vehicle and make your way up the front walkway.

Michael pulls the house key out of his pocket. “Shall we, Mrs. Latta?”

“We shall, Mr. Latta.”

He turns the lock and pushes the door open.

You giggle as he scoops you up to carry you over the threshold.

He puts you down gently on the new flooring.

“I thought you only did that on the wedding night,” you point out.

“I thought it was the first time you enter your home. That’s technically now,” he defends.

You pretend to deliberate for a moment. “The judges will accept,” you say with bravado.

“Will the judges also accept that we have boxes to carry in now?” He retorts.

“Begrudgingly, yes,” you mumble.

“The sooner we get it done, the sooner we can do other wedding night things,” he acknowledges. He pulls you to him, arms snugly around your waist, and kisses you deeply.

“Let’s get going, then,” you start with renewed vigor, a pep in your step as you make your way back to the truck.

The two of you manage to unpack faster than you packed, or so it seems. You transfer all the boxes from the truck to their appropriate rooms with haste

“Teamwork,” Michael announces, looking at the empty truck. He gives you a high five and a goofy smile. “I’m gonna take the truck back now. You wanna come with?”

“Uh, no. I think I’ll stay and get a jump on unpacking boxes,” you answer.

“Good idea. Dividing and conquering is still technically teamwork,” he agrees. “See you in a bit. Love you.” He gives you a quick kiss.

“Love you.” You head back inside while he drives off.

You manage to unpack both the master and one guest bathroom in the time he’s gone, deciding that those would be the most important rooms to have readily accessible. You’re finishing putting linens on the bedframe-less mattress when you hear a car pull up.

It’s starting to get dark as Michael comes back into the house.

You’re about to start on the living room, but he stops you.

“Pause the move for food?” He suggests.

Your stomach growls, answering for you. “Definitely,” you confirm.


“Mm, yes, please.”

Michael goes to get his phone and place the order

You start on one of the smaller living room boxes, full of framed pictures for the mantle - the two of you in hockey jerseys, in your paired costumes on your first Halloween together, looking a little tipsy at a New Year’s Eve party, in a photo booth at a friend’s wedding, posing like tourists with the Leaning Tower of Pisa - all now gracing the honored space above your fireplace.

“I thought the moving was paused,” Michael jokes, joining you in admiring the photos and your handiwork.

“It was a small box and I couldn’t resist,” you shrug. “When will the food be here?”

“Fifteen to twenty minutes.”

“So, I’ve got time for, what, at least two or three more boxes?” You look around the room, trying to decide on your next victims.

“I guess,” he replies noncommittally.

“Pillows,” you decide. “I’ll unpack pillows. If we’re gonna be sitting on the floor until the furniture arrives, we’ll at least have pillows.” You find the box labelled as such and open it. “When is the furniture getting here, anyway?”

“Today’s Saturday?”

You nod.

“Then Monday,” he replies.

“Two days? I think we’ll make it.” You pull pillows out of the box, fluff them, and toss them around the room in a vague arrangement.

“Maybe,” Michael responds with feigned uncertainty. “Which box next, babe?”

“That one.” You indicate a box labelled wall pictures.

He opens it and starts carefully taking the photos out and propping them against the wall - when he proposed, an engagement photo, a group photo from your wedding, the first kiss as husband and wife, and a picture from your honeymoon.

You go behind him and lean them against the wall where you intend for them to hang. “Wheres the hammer, hon?”


You retrieve it, but hand it over to Michael. “You hammer, I’ll stand back to make sure they’re level,” you suggest.

“Deal.” He takes the hammer and the two of you go about hanging the photographs.

When you’re done, both of you step back and look around.

“Oh, missed one!” You gasp, going to the box and pulling one last thing out of it. You hold it up for Michael to see.

“The Lattas,” he reads aloud. “And the Ts are hockey sticks.” He gives an appreciative chuckle.

You go to put it on the door, but find the delivery boy on the porch, hand poised to ring the doorbell.

“Order for [Y/N]?” The boy aks, reading the receipt.

“Yup,” you answer cheerfully.

“Here you go.” Michael hands him some folded bills and gets the bag from him. “Have a good one.”

“You, too.” He goes back to his car and leaves as you finish hanging the sign on the door.

You close the door and go to the kitchen with Michael.

He instinctively opens some drawers, but finds them all empty. “Right, moving day,” he grumbles.

You fish around in the take-out bag and pull out forks and chopsticks. “They’ve got our backs.”

“Good, because I’m hungry,” Michael sighs. He takes a set of chopsticks and the bag of food and heads to the dining area. He stops for a second, remembering the lack of a table, and pushes a moving box under the lighting fixture.

You grab two pillows from the living room and drop them on either side of the box, sitting cross-legged on one of them.

Michael takes the food containers out of the bag, handing you one.

You open one, but he stops you before you can dig in. “What?” You look up at him, chopsticks hovering over the delicious smelling noodles.

“Just a second,” he answers vaguely, going back into the kitchen. He returns with two bottles of water. He takes his seat and hands you one. “To our new home,” he toasts, holding his bottle aloft, a silly grin on his face.

“To our home,” you echo, mimicking his smile. You touch your bottle to his before cracking it open to take a sip. “Now, let’s eat.” 

You start eating in near-silence, neither of you worrying about making conversation around mouthfuls of food. It had been a long day, and you had both worked up too much of an appetite to worry about pleasantries over dinner.

“Moving day, complete,” Michael finally says, his chopsticks slowing as his hunger slowly satiates.

“Success,” you concur, readying your next bite.

“It’s all super official now, this is our home. The Lattas’ place,” he contemplates aloud, taking a large bite.

“Sure is,” you agree, mumbling around your food.

“Which reminds me,” he manages. He chews for a couple seconds and gulps. “Is there going to be wall space for maybe one more thing?”

“Uh, sure. Why?” You look at him quizically is he shifts around.

“Because of these,” he elaborates, producing a small gift box.

You open it carefully.

On top are two photographs - the two of you standing by the “sold” sign outside your apartment, and the pair of you doing the same outside your new house. Under those, you find a detailed rubbing of your apartment key, labelled “our first apartment,” with the years you lived there. Lastly, a similar rubbing labelled “our first home,” with only the start year filled in.

You look at them for a few moments, gently feeling the subtly raised details of the keys.

“I figured you could get one of those collage frames and put them in that. You know, pictures over the keys, side-by-side,” he explains.

“Of course. I love it.” You put them back in the box and set on the table, then crawl around to your husband’s side. “Thank you, Michael,” you whisper.

“I love you, [Y/N],” he murmurs, cupping your face.

“I love you, too,” you echo, leaning into his hand as you kiss him passionately.

“So, what about those wedding night activities?” He asks with a smirk as you break the embrace.

You answer by standing and pulling him with you, bodies already tangling as you make your way to the bedroom.

hardcorepenguindomination  asked:

I'm not sure if you're still taking prompts or not but whenever you have the time could you write one about Malec as a Shadowhunter/Warlock Battle couple <3

Here’s your prompt, cupcake!

Ok, but battle couple is totally my jam. For real. Give me all the power couple fighting side by side and bickering while doing so. Couples who fight together stay together.

I hope you cupcakes enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! ❤

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The sharp sting of a Ravener demon whooshed past him as he dodged, barely avoiding a wild stab in the ribs. Alec turned swiftly, lodging his seraph blade straight into the demon’s chest before grabbing his fallen bow, immediately aiming an arrow at a Dahak demon.

“I had seen it,” he grumbled, releasing another arrow.

Magnus chuckled next to him, swirling to turn his back to Alec, blue sparks flickering dangerously between his fingers. He moved in a flourish and if Alec hadn’t been busy, he probably would have stared for hours at the way Magnus fought, his long and lean body seemingly dancing in complicated patterns that never failed to get him rid of his opponents.

“Of course you had, darling,” Magnus retorted.  “But I think you’re getting sloppy. I mean, not that I’m keeping count, but I’ve killed four more demons than you have and that’s not my daily job.”

He sent another blue fireball to a demon, the beast disappearing in a deafening shriek. “Five,” he said, throwing Alec a proud smirk over his shoulder.

“That’s not fair,” Alec protested. “You started without me.”

Magnus didn’t reply immediately. They had no respite, another group of demons already running their way. The flurry of arrows Alec released their way, combined with Magnus’ magic, was enough to keep them at bay for now.

“Only because you were late,” Magnus eventually countered, ducking to avoid a spurt of slobber from a demon with a disgusted pull of his lips.

“Are you seriously telling me off for being late for our date now?” Alec asked bemusedly, although it was underlined by an unmistakable fondness. “And I was only late because Isabelle wouldn’t let me leave with the outfit I had on.”

“You mean you randomly picked some outworn horrendous sweater out of the pile of outworn horrendous sweaters that compose your closet,” Magnus retorted, his voice a bit strained as he swirled to face his boyfriend, sending a wave of blue sparks behind Alec’s back, taking out yet another demon.

Alec aimed an arrow to a demon right behind Magnus, suddenly far closer to the warlock than they had been. “You don’t hate my sweaters that much when you’re the one wearing them,” he panted, looking straight into his eyes for only a second.

The mental image of Magnus wearing his clothing was dangerous for his concentration but Alec couldn’t keep it out of his mind. He always looked comfy and impossibly inviting when he wore Alec’s sweaters, the fabric stopping mid-thighs. Magnus usually wore them to lay on his couch when they managed to get a lazy day together - which was admittedly not often, with them being as busy as they were. It only made Alec cherish those moments all the more.

“I love your sweaters the best when they’re on my bedroom floor,” Magnus replied in a heartbeat, his eyes lighting up with mischief.

His forehead was scrunched in concentration and Alec was reminded that, unlike himself, Magnus didn’t have a stamina rune to protect him from exhaustion. He didn’t seem too affected, though, and his attacks were only getting stronger, as if he was getting angrier and angrier every second the vile creatures spent ruining their night.

They moved in sync, finding a perfect rhythm in each other’s movements, flowing gracefully around one another in a deadly dance of combat.

In the corner of his eye, Alec could see more demons arriving and he wondered inwardly when the reinforcements he had called for would arrive. Maybe they could still make it to dinner, somehow.

As if on cue, he saw Isabelle, Jace and Clary running in their direction. Luckily, Prospect Park was otherwise mostly deserted and the only mundanes present were far too drunk to pay attention to the clues that could have alerted them to the fight occurring besides them.

“What happened?” Jace asked when he reached them, directing a strong jab to a demon’s chest, which disappeared with a loud shriek.

“The universe seems set on ruining our dating life,” Magnus replied. “That’s what happened.”

“You’re exaggerating,” Alec said.

“Fine,” Magnus retorted. “What happened was that Alec was late for our date and a bunch of demons thought they would make my wait exciting by attacking me.”

Alec rolled his eyes but stepped closer to Magnus, their attacks coordinated with pinpoint precision. He could easily imagine the picture they gave, an attuned confusion of sparkling power, arrows flying and shifting bodies.

“You’re just mad because I made up for lost time and now you’re not ahead of me anymore,” Alec countered, smirking proudly as one of his arrows took out two demons at once.

“I hate when you two do that,” Jace shouted, pausing a moment to look over the fighting couple. He quickly recovered, though, swiftly getting rid of the Ravener demon that had jumped at him. “You’re always bickering in the middle of battle and it sounds too much like foreplay for me to be comfortable.”

Magnus snorted. “You’re smarter than you look,” he taunted. “Post-battle sex is the best sex.”

Jace groaned while Clary and Isabelle chuckled, fighting side by side a bit further down the hill, Isabelle’s whip dancing in acute precision, slaying demons one by one.

Alec was distracted for a second, his mind focused on making sure his siblings were okay but he still saw, in the corner of his eye, the demon lunging itself at Magnus before Magnus could. He pushed him out of the way without thinking, his only worry being protecting Magnus.

It was something they had talked about, the way they both felt the urge to protect the other in the middle of combat, forgetting everything about their own safety. They had agreed that it was dangerous, how easily they could dismiss it for the other’s sake. They had also agreed that they couldn’t change it even if they tried.

It was clear, to them and to everyone who knew them even barely, that if one of them was hurt, it wouldn’t be because the other was hurt himself, it would be because the other was already dead.

With that thought in mind, Alec aimed his seraph blade at the demon’s chest, albeit just a second too late. The demon bashed into him full force, stabbing itself on the blade but Alec’s legs still failed him as he struggled for leverage, eventually falling to the ground with such violence that the air was knocked out of his lungs for a second.

He vaguely heard Magnus calling out his name in the distance but the shock of his fall had left his ears ringing unpleasantly and his eyes blind. He shook his head, clearing his sight just in time to see Magnus turning his back to him, a stream of blue sparks emerging from his fingers, dancing menacingly along his arms. The wave flew across the park at Magnus’ unspoken command, effectively knocking out the remaining demons, which disappeared into thin air in a collegial shriek.

Magnus was on him in a second, still radiating from the swirl of magic he had just released, his cat eyes shining with a mixture of worry and adrenaline.

“Alec, are you okay?” he breathed out, concern overlooking the exhaustion he certainly felt after such a display of power.

Alec coughed, sitting up to face Magnus who was kneeling in front of him, brow furrowed in fear.

“You couldn’t have done that from the start?” he teased, the corner of his lips quirking up.

Magnus chuckled and his worry eased visibly, his shoulders relaxing. Alec wondered inwardly how his boyfriend could come out of a battlefield looking like he was going to a fashion show, his makeup flawless, not a strand of hair out of place. Magnus’ hand shot up to tug a strand of hair out of Alec’s forehead, his movements gentle and impossibly tender, a million miles away from the deadly rigor with which he had battered their enemies.

“Why, darling, where would be the fun in that?” he retorted, a light smirk tugging at his lips.

Alec rolled his eyes, but the smile on his lips belied his true amusement. “You’re the worst,” he murmured.

“I won,” Magnus countered with a proud grin, pointing with his chin at the deserted park where the horde of demons had been moments ago. “I’m like thirteen ahead of you now.”

“You cheated,” Alec groaned, grabbing Magnus’ wrist to drop a kiss against his palm.

“You two are disturbing,” Jace said. He was standing a few feet away, staring at them with an annoyed, albeit fond, spark in his eyes. “I can literally feel the sexual tension. You have the weirdest kinks I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh, if you think that’s weird, you should hear about the time Alec -”

Alec growled in warning but as Magnus was obviously not keen on shutting up, he chose another - much more effective - option. He brought a hand behind his neck and pulled him towards him. Magnus lost balance but found it again by gripping Alec’s biceps with one hand, the other clutching at his shirt. His surprised squeal was muffled by Alec’s lips on his.

Alec’s other hand went flat behind his back, pressing him closer against his chest, crowding him in the safe haven of his arms. Magnus straddled his hips, fingers twisting in Alec’s hair, turning the kiss into a hot and wet mess of lips and tongues and teeth.

“Oh, by the Angel,” Isabelle quipped, “not again. Get a room!”

Alec wasn’t sure when she and Clary had joined them but he didn’t really care as long as they were all okay. Alec pulled back to lean his forehead against Magnus’, holding him close, arms firmly looped around his waist, completely oblivious to the rest of the world.

“Every time,” Jace added in a tone that suggested he had witnessed this exact same scene too much, too often. He probably had, Alec pondered to himself, but he couldn’t bring himself to feel sorry for him.

“Alec activated the possessive after-battle mode,” Clary chimed in. “He’s not going to hear anything you say. We should go. The park is safe now.”

He heard his siblings snort behind him but they obliged and Alec wondered why he hadn’t liked Clary at first. Clary was clearly one of his favorite persons on earth, especially right now. When they were gone, their loud chatter resonating through the park until they were properly out, Alec finally allowed himself to slightly loosen his grip on Magnus’ waist.

“Are you okay?” Magnus asked in a whisper, the tip of his fingers running on Alec’s features, along his cheekbones, his jaw line, the rim of his ear, ending up their exploration in his hair.

Alec nodded, planting an almost chaste kiss against his lips. “I’m sorry I was late and it ruined our one-year anniversary,” he said.

“We could still make it to the restaurant,” Magnus replied with a sweet smile. “Or -” he added mischievously, lining his hips with Alec’s in the best possible way, “- we could go back to my place, skip dinner and go straight to dessert. I’m not that hungry anyway. Well, not for food.”

Alec released a breathless laugh, leaning forward to nip at Magnus’ bottom lip, his eyes darkening when he heard Magnus’ lecherous gasp.

“Sounds good to me,” he mumbled, brushing their lips together.

Magnus was on his feet in a second and Alec would have been stunned by his eagerness if he hadn’t felt the same post-battle rush of excitement and adrenaline. Combined with the reassurance that the man he loved was safe, his mind still faintly swirling with concern, it always made Alec pliant to his desires after a battle. Magnus was okay and that was something to celebrate. Profusely.

To be fair, he was never aware of anything but Magnus after a battle, completely attuned to his movements, his well being, the gracious swirl of his body.

Overruling anything else was the knowledge that they were still standing, together.

And that as long as they were together, nothing could stop them.


There’s something different about Matt Murdock. What I love about ‘Daredevil’ is that his seemingly great weakness is his great strength, you know. So he’s unique in that way and that’s what I think - it’s one of the things that makes him such a beloved character and so interesting. (x)


summary: You’ve liked this boy for a while now, but you have always been shy after your first heart break. Will it work out?


He is your crush. You knew deep inside that he is. But you wouldn’t admit it to yourself. You would glance at him all the time and if you made eye contact you would look down.

After other experiences with boys, there had always been a damage. And it was different ever since your heart was broken the first time. Talking to boys who were attractive was now much harder, you couldn’t even look at the boy in the eye. If you did — well just don’t.

But this crush was so different from others. He would actually try to talk you even if you would run like an ostrich from him after an exchange of three words.

But he still tried.

He made you feel as if there was a possibility between you two. That you could actually feel happy with liking someone. That’s why you tried to convince yourself that you didn’t like him. He was giving you false hope, and you knew because it has happened before…

Can he be the exception that you’ve been looking for?

You probably will never find out.

He came up to you again while at the lockers, you were putting your books inside it when you felt a presence near you. You looked at him, his blue eyes glowing under the artificial lamp light that illuminated the abandoned hallway. All students already left for their classes, except you and well — him. “Uh, hi,” you said. He studied you with the glow of his eyes, looking at your features and the curiosity in your eyes. Why was he staring at you like this? You automatically felt a little uncomfortable, so you started toying with the sleeve of your sweater.


You were cut off by a soft touch, and wet too. The glowing eyes were not studying you anymore, but they were closed and enjoying the moment. They were picturing the pleasure of feeling your lips against his lips. You closed your eyes, accepting the act of a soft kiss. His lips brush yours o-so-passionately, while his hands make their way to your cheek. His touch delicate on your skin, as if he were touching a soft pillow. Enjoying the feel of your skin under his finger tips, his palm, his hand.

Your lips parted allowing his bottom lip to get between your teeth, as you gave it a love bite. It caused a sound from the back of his throat.

He pulled away. Both stood in front of the lockers, in the abandoned hallway. “I’ve been waiting to do this ever since I laid my eyes on you,” he confessed. His eyes glowed even more, like the secret of his crush was holding him back. Your shoulders felt lighter, and you breathing was clearer than ever. You felt happy; you felt relieved to finally be with the person you’ve been wanting for days. He felt the same way.

You smiled, and suddenly comfort came into view. “It was about time,” you said. He showed his white, flawless teeth that reflected his emotion at the moment. He pulled you into his arms, in a warm embracing hug. Your body fitting with his perfectly, it was as if you could fall asleep on his arms forever.

a-n: this is me writing 2am shorts like wtf mariana do u sleep??? lmao anyways i tried to make it as emotional and as detailed and as artistic as i could. i dont really post my writing since im a lil insecure about it. but you know its really short and i guess my writing skills will develop in time :)