sipping on bubbly

Red

I am FINALLY done with this. Hope you guys enjoy it, please let me know if you do, your comments are very much appreciated. Lots of love, B xx

Originally posted by hotsauceharry

Red.

It’s all he can see when he looks at you. It’s the color that paints your lips and it’s the only thing he’s been able to think about all night long.

When he picked you up earlier tonight, on your way to a dinner with a group of friends, his eyes had zoomed in on your lips the second you opened the car door to greet him - while you stepped inside and leaned in to say hello, placing a chaste and pert kiss on his cheek, his eyes followed your lips as you came closer.

“What color is that? Crimson? Bright red?” Is what he thinks, the shades of it swirling in his mind. He doesn’t know and he’s tempted to ask you but to do that was to show he’s been paying more attention to you than he’s got the right to and maybe it’d give you the wrong impression - he’s not interested in your lipstick but more on the way the color makes your lips look full and incredibly inviting.

Biting onto his bottom lip after greeting you quickly, his eyes fleet to his rear view mirror, spotting the patch of skin close to his jaw where you had placed your kiss - a lipstick mark remains, the shape of your lips stamped onto his skin in a bright shade of red.

The sight gave him goose bumps and he couldn’t explain why, but when you leaned forward on his front seat, the visor pulled down so you could look in the mirror and make sure your lipstick was not smudged, Harry felt his stomach sink - images of you on your knees, eyes hazy and lips swollen while you suck on his cock with greedy, swollen and red painted lips, leaving a stain on his length, invaded his mind without his permission and he feels his cock twitch in his pants, heat rising underneath his skin.

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Wedding in Hawaii || Part 2

hi. well i must say that part 1 went down pretty well, you all seemed to love it which makes me extremely happy! currently i’m working on part 3 and considering that harry styles just rocked up to the airport in a pair of glasses and a shirt that says “women are smarter” i am going to have to write about that too so get seated loves! i hope you’s will enjoy part 2, it’s really really fluffy and you will cry if you are sensitive. even if you aren’t you will shed a tear or two bc harry’s amazing. ok i shall stop rambling. hope you’s enjoy, don’t forget to like and follow and i think there’s an option to turn on my post notifications as well so if you don’t wanna miss out on cute harry stuff i suggest you turn it on 😘 lotta love, xoxo -b

Part 1 •  Part 3

It was around 12 pm when Harry and I finished our time in the gym that Harry desperately wanted to visit. He said it tends to help with his hangover and I knew about that because he’s done it before, I just didn’t think it helps. For me at least.

Once we got back from our work out session we both showered then got into something comfy to go and hang out in with the others.

Harry was wearing blue shorts with a grey shirt that had an eagle on the front, white sunglasses and a yellow snapback.

I think it was safe to say that he looked stunning. Gorgeous. Absolutely breath-taking. Beautiful.

You get the gist.

While he was literally shining I was looking like trash next to him but I didn’t mind because his beauty was enough for me too.

“I lost count on how many times I’ve caught you staring at me just since we got back from the gym,” Harry told me as he laughed.

We were sitting on the grass because we liked to make a show of ourselves in front of other people. It was chill as we were both having a glass of champagne, not minding one bit that we just got over our hangovers.

That’s how you roll when you’re a wedding guest, right?

“Can you blame me?” I asked him as I brought my glass up to my mouth and took a sip of my cold and bubbly drink. It felt good as it slid down my throat into my stomach, the coolness of it giving me a refreshing feeling for a little while. “You’re quite possibly the prettiest human being here.”

“You compliment me too much. It should be the other way round,” he shook his head which I saw from the corner of my eye. “Sometimes I feel like our roles are reversed.”

“Why?”

“Don’t know,” he shrugged. Wow, thanks for helping me. “I just do. But I don’t mind. It feels good to have someone like you beside me. Giving me compliments when I feel down and stuff, always making sure I’m grounded. I’m glad to have you.”

“You’re gonna make me cry, stop,” I laughed. As the words left his lips I just suck all of them in which totally messed with my emotions. He just had his own way of making me feel all these things and I will never be able to explain just what he does to me. “You deserve it all, honestly.”

“How much do you wanna bet that you’ll be the one to get down on one knee?”

“I’ll be getting down on two tonight,” I blurted out which caused him to just look at me with a smirk on his lovely features.

“Y’know what I meant you cheeky girl,” he squeezed my thigh, his hand eventually going more and more up. “I swear you got more confident ever since we got together.”

“Ever Since New York.”

“Huh?”

“Your song, silly boy.”

“Still don’t know what you’re saying.”

“You said I got more confident ever since we got together. But those are not the lyrics to your song.”

“Oh,” he said. “Oh my godness, baby, really?”

“I’m a proud girlfriend. Did you know that by the way? I’m proud of you. Like, super-duper proud.”

“Thank you,” he smiled and leaned closer, his lips touching mine in a sweet, champagne flavoured kiss.

A small moan escaped from me as he massaged his soft and tender lips against mine, his tongue slightly tracing over my upper lip causing me to open my mouth. Soon enough our tongues were slapping together and tasting each other, the familiar taste of the champagne rolling off of his sweet lips and tongue made my head spin and body shake. 

Our kiss started off totally innocent then ended up quite heated. But I loved it. Every time Harry and I kissed I just fell in love with him more and more.

The heated moment was interrupted when a ball was thrown our way, our lips parting ways quickly with a smacking noise. My cheeks were turning slightly pink as I licked my lips and turned my head where Harry was looking.

“Harry, play with me!” the little girl asked him, well, more like demanded then soon enough she ran away.

She was basically in love with Harry. Her name was Lily one of the men’s daughters, only 5 years old if I remember correctly. She was the cutest little girl I have seen in a long time; her neediness for Harry’s attention reminded me a bit of myself.

I looked back to Harry who was laughing as he was already staring at me with his eyes, licking his lips which caught my attention straight away.

His lips were pink, shiny and kissable. Whenever he would talk I’d sometimes just zone out and admire his mouth, the way he forms each word is just absolutely mesmerising to me.

Well, everything he does is mesmerising to me.

“Guess I better go and play,” he laughed before pecking my lips softly. I put my hand on the side of his neck, biting into my lower lip as I scanned over his face not missing one bit before seeing his little side smirk appear alongside his dimples. “You’re literally obsessed with me, aren’t you, pretty girl?”

“I just love you. I’m in love with you. Badly,” I told him what he probably already knew. Wow I loved him so much I would jump off a cliff for him if it meant he’ll be happy for the rest of his life and nothing bad will happen to him.

“I love you so much,” he said as he pressed a kiss to my forehead then got up to play with Lily.

And if I wasn’t an emotional mess before than I sure as hell turned into one the moment they started to play.

Harry had his phone in one hand while his champagne glass was in the other one and Lily was just chasing after him as he jogged in front of her. Their laughter added to the vibe of the people who were already talking and it made the atmosphere livelier and more welcoming to those who only just got to where we were.

Moments later Harry gave me his phone as he continued to play with the little girl. When he bopped her nose and she laughed then he joined in as well my whole heart melted like a big block of butter in the hot weather and I couldn’t stop the semi-loud “aw” rushing out of my mouth.

That was honestly the cutest fucking thing ever.

Lily was so small and Harry was so tall and gorgeous and the way he just messed around with the little girl was so adorable and all I wanted to do was get pregnant and give him a baby. I know I sound crazy but honestly.

He was so damn adorable I wanted to cry in happiness. He was just the man of my dreams. No, wait, scratch that.

Harry was better than any man in any of my dreams ever. Harry was something else.

He was better than anyone I have ever met, he raised my expectations and standards to an unhealthily high bar and I almost felt stuck up for it.

I loved him so much it was quite pathetic and indescribable; he made me so happy I sometimes wondered what my life was like before I got to know him.

“What are you thinking, pretty girl?” his voice was so close to me I almost jumped out of my skin. I wasn’t expecting him to be next to me but I guess my thoughts totally drowned me.

“Nothing much,” I answered finally as I looked up to him.

“Alright, if you say so,” he sat back down next to me, pushing his sunglasses up so that they were resting on his head on top of his snapback. “We have a dinner to attend tonight. Would you do me the honours of being my date for it?”

“I would absolutely love that,” I told him smiling which he returned. “You get tanned so easily I’ll have to get my game on.”

“You’re so fucking competitive,” he shook his head laughing.

“I am. Do you have a problem with that?” I asked back sassily.

“No just know that I will not let you win. I will be tanner than you are by the time we are going home.”

“Is that what you think?” I raised one of my eyebrows, challenging him. “Fifty quid when we get home?” I put my hand out, knowing full well he’s gonna have to pay.

We’ve done this before when we were in LA and I was twenty quid richer when we got back home. I had to raise the bar by thirty to make some profit.

“Alrighty, miss,” he took my hand and shook it. “Fifty quid right as we land at Heathrow.”

I winked at him, lifting up my new glass of champagne and taking a sip. I can’t wait to spend that fifty quid on shit that I don’t even need.

Goblin AU

-Shiro is the legendary goblin and protector of souls (tbh he’s just a lonely and a good looking goblin). Being a goblin was his curse and reward for all his right and wrong doings.

-He has been looking for his bride for nine hundred years because only his bride can remove the sword on his chest and grant him peace. Also only the bride can see the sword.

-Shiro can teleport across the world through any door, he can also freeze time and save lives. (Pros of being a goblin) But only the only person who isn’t affected by his abilities is the goblin’s bride.

-Allura is the ever optimistic goblin’s bride. Her mother was saved by Shiro, but died giving birth to her, she lived with her father until she was nine years old. Her father died in an accident on her ninth birthday and it was her very first time meeting the gloomy grim reaper.

-She lives with her abusive uncle, who keeps on asking her where is her father’s insurance money. (Don’t worry it ain’t Coran)

-She accidentally summoned Shiro on her 19th birthday by blowing the flames out of her candle. She can summon the goblin anytime and anywhere just by blowing a flame out. That’s why she always brings a lighter.

Allura: Are you a ghost?
Shiro: No…I’m the goblin, I grant wishes.
Allura: Like a genie?
Shiro: Something like that.
Allura: Can you give me $500? Also can you give me a job? Also I want a boyfriend.
Shiro: *sweats*

-Shiro grants her wish (except for the boyfriend wish), letting her get a job at a chicken BBQ restaurant, plus the owner’s kind and handsome.

-Allura moves in with Shiro when it was confirmed that she is indeed the goblin’s bride. Shiro doubted her before.

-Keith is the good looking but amnesiac grim reaper. Grim reapers come as a punishment for committing numerous great sins in their past incarnation.

-Grim reapers can’t be seen when they wear their black hats.
Shiro: What a tacky hat you have there Grim reaper.

-He was tasked to collect Allura’s soul but the goblin intervened with his work.

-He bought Shiro’s house when Hunk, the goblin’s nephew, accidentally sold it to him thinking that Shiro was moving to another country, again.

  Shiro: This is illegal!
  Keith: You are illegal.

-Keith and Shiro didn’t get along well at the very first but the bromance gets stronger the longer they live together.

-Shiro made Keith cry when he showed him a drawn picture of his apprentice. Something about those dark blue eyes just made Keith’s heart ache.

-Lance is Allura’s boss. He is very kind towards Allura often letting Allura slack off because no one ever comes to his restaurant.

Allura: I must work hard even though if you’re not around.
Lance: Slack off when the owner’s not around, what’s the point in working hard if I’m not around to see it?
Allura: Those are some nice words of encouragement.

-Lance and Keith meet when Lance took the jaded ring Keith was inspecting and the grim reaper cried at the sight of him.

Lance: Oh did you actually want this ring?

-Lance gives Keith his number and the grim reaper was forced to buy a phone.

-They go on dates, with Keith sipping his bubble tea/coffee awkwardly for two hours.

-Everytime Lance asks Keith his full name on every date, Keith’s last name would change.

First date: Shirogane
Second date: Garrett
Third date: Mcclain

-Lance: But we’re not married yet!

-Shiro and Allura teases Keith with his relationship with Allura’s boss.

-Shiro tries to let Allura take off the sword on his chest but Allura was unable to remove the sword because Shiro realised he wasn’t ready to die yet, not when Allura has come to his life.

Keith: I thought you wanted to die?
Shiro: I really do!
Keith: Then why are you so happy about not dying?
Shiro: I really am sad deep inside.
Keith: Say that to me again when you’re not smiling.

-A goddess who wears all green appears before Shiro and tells him that the longer he stays there’s a possibility Allura will face more and dangerous incidents.

-Shiro keeps a close eye on her always. Like always.

-In the end, they are all connected to each other. Something about that jaded ring Lance has is connected to Keith and Shiro’s past, and all this mess was caused by an evil spirit who never passed away, seeking for vengeance against Shiro.

(I’m sorry it’s so long and these are half of the plot .)

  • hanzo, walking into the apartment building having a full blown panic attack and trying not to cry as he slowly takes his nose piercings out, lays them on the table and clutches the corner of the wall so hard it looks like he's trying to tear out drywall: genji. genji, I think i'm dying.
  • genji, sitting on the couch wearing aviator glasses and sipping on a mango flavored bubble tea while his finger nails, painted green dry: just give it a few minutes ur good man
  • hanzo, falling to the floor and breathing heavily: no, i think i'm actually dying
  • genji: it's just a panic attack. it happens. you probably just need to shit real bad. hey, wanna see the outfit my fallout character is wearing? it's really cool
  • hanzo, whining into the carpet: yeah
EXO: Being Late To A Date and When He Arrives He Sees Someone Bothering You

(Fluff, fluff, and more fluff. Teeny tiny mention of what was somewhat violence.)

(I kind of assumed you wanted it to be they were meeting with their significant other *reader* and I hope I was right. Don’t be afraid to correct me (((: )

Xiumin:

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You sat on the swing solemnly, checking your phone for what seemed like the thousandth time in the last hour. Xiumin was supposed to meet you at the park an hour ago, and failed to show or even shoot you a text to tell you he would be running quite late. You had quickly chose to wait, knowing Xiumin wouldn’t just bail. It had gotten pretty dark out and it would be a lie to say you weren’t frustrated with him, completely tempted to blow up his phone until he decided to answer you.

A sigh of exasperation left your lips as you glanced up, seeing a guy in front of you; not the guy you were waiting for, but a guy nonetheless.

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Just An Interview

Originally posted by sir-henry-cavill

Originally posted by benahffleck

Requested by @myteenwolf-world: 

“Hi lovely! Could you write an imagine where the reader is Bruce Wayne’s sister and she meets Clark Kent at a party? Clark asks her out but Bruce doesn’t approve. So they go out in secret but he finds out and gets all over protective over her? Thanks in advance!”

Warnings: Fluff, swearing

Notes: Love this request!!


“At least try to look like you’re enjoying yourself.” 

“This is me trying.” You huffed back before pressing the champagne glass to your lips and taking a sip of the bubbly liquid.

“Well try harder then.” Your brother retorted making you roll your eyes as he walked away to go talk to some rich snob. “Well try harder then.” You mimicked under your breath before downing the rest of your champagne. 

You didn’t understand why your brother felt the need to drag you to every single event and party the two of you were invited to, but he did. Every time you complained about going he would say something about being a ‘Wayne’ and having a ‘reputation’ to uphold. 

In your opinion your ‘reputation’ could suck it. 

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well anyway I wanted to write something about Viktor’s depression

Viktor loves Yuuri with an intensity that startles even himself at times. He would do anything for Yuuri. It was a precedent Viktor set at the onset of their relationship when he left his home in Russia and flew over four thousand miles to woo him (and to coach him, though that was more of a secondary motive if he’s honest).

But every so often—even through the blinding flare of Viktor’s affection—there are nights when waking up to light pooling beneath the bathroom door makes his heart lurch with something more akin to dread than empathy.

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anonymous asked:

Hey! Could you write a Daryl x reader where Daryl is in love with her, but she doesn't know and everything is so awkward at the beginning, and he is afraid she doesn't love him because the reader is sweet and nice with everybody 😊

A/N: Okay! So something a little bit different to what I usually do but I’ve been wanting to give this a go for a while now. Behold…my first Daryl x Reader prompt. Not everyone’s cup of tea I know but I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff and stuff.


“D’ya think he’s ever going to tell her?” Tara asked watching the exchange between the close pair.

Denise shrugged her shoulders, tilting her head as they watched Daryl and Y/N share what looked like to be a joke. Daryl ducking his head in that shy way he does around her, Y/N’s hand coming out to squeeze his arm lightly before walking away, flashing a bright grin to Spencer as she walks past him.

Daryl didn’t miss the smile Spencer threw back, wanting to kick the ground in frustration at the thought of even having a chance with someone like her.

She was nice to everyone, like a ray of sunshine and this shit hole they called a world, far too good for the likes of him. 

And yet, every single time he drew a smile out of Y/N, he felt like maybe, just maybe, she might feel something similar as he did for her. 

But who was he kidding himself? She was just being friendly, that’s all there was to it.

**

“Hey Daryl!” Y/N called out, jogging lightly towards him across the street.

“Y/N,” Daryl greeted, “what’s up?”

“Do you wanna come around for dinner tonight?”

Daryl shrugged his shoulders and nodded, they often had dinner together with the others.

“Denise and Tara comin’?” he asked casually.

“Well, no. They said they were busy, although they wouldn’t tell me doing what. They said we could still have a meal together though? If you’re up for it of course.” 

Daryl almost tripped over his words, “yeah, sure, course, sounds good, I’ll, um, I’ll be there.”

Y/N smiled, her eyes crinkling at the edges, oblivious to the stuttering mess he’d just turned into. 

“Okay, I’ll see you at seven,” she said, backing away slowly towards her house.

“Seven,” Daryl confirmed, his mouth sticking when he tried to produce any more words.

**
“You.”

Tara’s head whipped up from the gun she was cleaning, a shit eating grin spread across her face.

“Daryl,” she greeted smugly, “I wondered how long it’d take you to come after me.”

“Ya planned it this way didn’t ya?” he almost growled, pacing back and forth across her porch restlessly.

Tara acted dumb, her eyes widening dramatically, “I don’t know what you’re talking about Dixon.”

“Don’t play coy with me,” he grunted, swivelling on his heel to face her, “ya know exactly what y’all were doin’.”

Tara stood up, patting him lightly on the chest before looking him straight in the eye. “And you can thank me later.”

“Ain’t gon’ thank ya for nothin’ cause ain’t nothin’ gon’ happen.” His accent was thick, getting thicker with each passing second of frustration that came off him in waves.

“You need to tell her how you feel, me and Denise have given you said opportunity to do so. Don’t mess it up either, Y/N is a mean cook and we’re totally bowing out just so you can get some tonight.”

Daryl was in full force now, face growing red at Tara’s words. “She ain’t never gon’ feel the same! And even if she did I ain’t gonna be gettin’ none of nothin’, got respect for her don’t I?!”

“Easy redneck,” Tara teased, hands coming up passively. “Just…see what happens, you’re just having dinner…with a friend, see how the mood strikes you both. Ya never know, may just surprise yourselves.”

**

“You like it?” 

Y/N eyes were lit up, waiting for Daryl’s approval as he tried to gracefully sip the steaming soup off his spoon.

He smacked his lips together, taunting her as he swallowed, rolling his tongue around his mouth a little bit longer as if to taste more of the flavour whilst Y/N sat staring at him like a present on Christmas day.

“Well?” she prompted when he took a moment too long.

Daryl caved then, smirking as he scooped another spoonful, nodding in appreciation. “It’s good,” he felt a warmth flow through him as Y/N grinned, “it’s real damn good.”

They ate from then on in relative silence, Daryl drinking down his glass of wine as if it was juice, trying to calm his nerves at the intimate situation they found themselves in.

Y/N had tried to make the evening nice, lighting a few candles, opening a stashed away bottle of red wine, seating them across from one another at her small round kitchen table.

As she began to clear their empty bowls away Y/N got an idea, one she doubted he would go for but something she wanted to find out for herself.

“You feel like staying a while?” she asked coyly as she leaned back against the kitchen counter. “Help me finish off that bottle of wine?”

Daryl was repeating in his head like a mantra that it didn’t mean anything, she was just trying to be friendly goddammit. But that part of him, that subconscious part that was screaming in his head that she meant more than just wine wouldn’t be silenced.

“S’pose it wouldn’t hurt.” The words were out of his mouth before the rational part of his brain could protest otherwise.

“Great,” Y/N beamed, taking their glasses through to the living room, setting them on the coffee table in between the couch and the roaring fire, filling them both up a hefty glass.

“Ya tryna get me drunk?” Daryl teased as he slouched back on the couch, keeping a small gap between them.

“You complaining?” Y/N quipped back with a dangerous look in her eye, taking a long sip of her drink before bubbling into laughter.

Daryl snorted, almost downing his own drink in the hope the alcohol would provide him with some liquid courage. Tara was right, he could go on like this forever, who knew how long either of them had, it would be his biggest regret.

The bottle of wine was empty far too quick, Y/N’s eyes hooded, her body relaxed and flaccid, her hand resting comfortably on his thigh as they spoke. 

Daryl felt like he was on a sensory overload, his ears trying intently to listen to what Y/N was saying but his mind was stuck on the way her fingers were playing with the hole in his jeans, his eyes drawn to her wine stained lips, wondering if they tasted as good as they looked.

“Daryl.”

The soft sound of his name from her beautiful lips caught his attention, his eyes snapping back up to hers. 

It’s like she could read his mind, her lips parting, eyes widening ever so slightly in what looked to be realisation. 

Fuck it. It was now or never.

“Wanna try somethin’.” His voice was so hoarse he wasn’t even sure it was him speaking. “Ya want me ta stop all ya gotta do is say, alright?”

Y/N gave a small nod, heart fluttering as Daryl breached the small gap between them, his hot breath fanning across her lips.

Nerves caused her to close her eyes, heart soaring as his warm mouth finally covered her own. 

Daryl was waiting for her draw back, her moment of realisation that this is really not what she wants. But that moment never came.

Instead her head tilted, keeping their mouths locked together as she opened up to him, kissing him deep and slow.

His hands struggled to find somewhere to rest, skimming up and down her sides, not sure what was deemed appropriate. Daryl was relieved when Y/N grasped his hands in her own, clasping them securely around her hips.

Her own hands found purchase at his neck holding him close to her as his tongue dared out to swipe across her lower lip. 

Daryl was right, she did taste as good as she looked, groaning in satisfaction before the reality of the situation came crashing down around him and he abruptly pulled away.

“Daryl-” Y/N protested.

“m’sorry,” he apologised immediately, “didn’t mean ta jump ya that way.”

“Didn’t think you ever would,” Y/N said shyly, biting at her lower lip and looking down.

Daryl processed her words, trying to decipher them before responding. “Ya sayin’ ya wanted me ta?”

“I mean,” Y/N started, pushing her hair back off her face, a visible flush going from her cheeks right down to her chest, “I hoped you would, but I never thought…”

“Yer kiddin’ me right?” Daryl deadpanned. “Ya have no idea…shit, no goddamn idea how long I’ve wanted ta do that.”

Y/N tilted her head at him, a soft smile playing on her lips. “And this isn’t just the wine talking?” 

“Nah,” he said determinedly, “fuck, Y/N, I ain’t never felt like this for no one before.”

Y/N grinned then, arms wrapping slowly around his neck so he couldn’t escape. “Are you saying you love me Daryl Dixon?”

He rolled his eyes at her teasing but shit if he was going to deny it any more.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m sayin’.”


Send me a Daryl x Reader or Negan x Reader prompt!

Saudade - Chris Schistad

Originally posted by alvrmorata

Hii guys, just something that came to mind and I decided to write. English is not my first language, so, I’m really sorry for any mistakes. I hope you enjoy it ;)

Summary: (Y/N) is exchange student, having a bad day missing home, so her best friend suprises her.

Warnings: Possibly grammar errors

FREDAG 14:30

The bell had finally rung.

And the day was finally over, and before anyone could stop her for a small talk at the hallways, she was already at the bus stop, taking the first bus to her little apartment not too far from there.  

(Y/N) was having an awful day, and it wasn’t because the day didn’t go as planned, everything went perfectly fine, school was fine and her grades were good; it was just the feeling deep in her heart she usually felt a few times during the year, the feeling she couldn’t put into words because in this new language, it didn’t exist.

She enjoyed being an exchange student, she felt lucky and blessed to have this opportunity. Being independent and living alone, exploring a new culture was exciting, having new friends, and she enjoyed as much as she could, but she couldn’t help missing her country, the tropical weather, the food and her family.

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Run away with me

i’ll get my binder and you get your dress

i know that these trips lead to stress

but you know how it is, dysphoria is an ass

and we both know how good it feels to pass

so take a trip with me

we can finally feel free

lets hope nobody notices how im so small

and how you’re so tall

hold in your excitement as you get called a she

i mean, its how you were meant to be

i’ll wait for you out here

while you look at how the dress go with the piercings in your ear

you look great

no i’m serious, i give it a five star rate

as i sip my bubble tea

i realize i need to pee

this is the thing i fucking hate

i guess i’ll just have to fucking wait

more stores, more clothing, more escape from reality

yes this gives me such glee

but i need to pee

i hold my breath and open the door

i wanna cry on the floor

“just go and leave”

i wish it was the easy, forever 21 clerk, steve

i dunno how i did it 

but the male’s bathroom didn’t cause as much as a fit

“every time we get a little more brave”

“of course, its the joy and acceptance that we crave”

in these moments everything felt alright

it makes it worth the dysphoric fight

i know it might hurt to be misgendered in class

but one day, you’ll be able to pass

(ahh jeez i forgot to spit out some hot rhymes lmao sorry)

anonymous asked:

May I request the chocobros and their S/o chillin out having fun on a beach? 😄 w some frank sinatra songs playin in the background or different songs w the same genre? Just carefree fluff w the boys on the beach :D who would chill in the sand and who would throw their s/o in the water LOL

Carefree fluff is the best kind of fluff, anon.

Writing this spurred this beach-lorn lust inside of me, and now I can’t shake the desire to go on vacation.🐳

As far as music goes, I’m positively elated to hear that you’re requesting some Sinatra! 

He’s honestly one of the first vocal jazz artists that got me into the genre itself, launching me into what now has become a love affair of big band, classic, and modern jazz alike.

He really was a class act, wasn’t he? ❊


NOCTIS✧

Song: “You Make Me Feel So Young” by Frank Sinatra

  • While the prince may not look it, he’s an aboslute natural stripped down in his colorful swim trunks at the beach
  • Being able to be outside basking in the glow of the sun alongside you, without the trouble of worry of daemons really puts him at ease
  • His somewhat hidden cheekiness will shine through, as he suddenly scoops you up in his arms and runs to the shoreline, you playfully writhing and squirming within his grasp, before he finally throws you into the water
  • The look of your shocked face will send him to his knees as he positively dies of laughter, mumbling apologies and words of affection, promising you that you couldn’t be any more adorable
  • He won’t even stop when you pull him in alongside you - only chuckling against your neck as he pulls you close and presses suple kisses to your jawline
  • All worries of PDA are out the window; Noct is on vacation, and nobody or nothing could take that blissful lack of care away from him

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littlemikleo-deactivated2017041  asked:

It's so cute how Mikleo puts a bubble around sorey to protect him! It's so cute! I only got it now while playing the game last night. Also the bridge of Camelot is quite spoopy. The negative colours and the wind! Creepy

One of the funniest things to me about Zestiria is how when the game doesn’t want you to go places yet, Heldalf just like. Shows up there and makes malevolence so you can’t walk through it, lol. ACTUALLY funny story about that, the first time I played through Zestiria, I got to the one village the Pope ran off to? With the fire temple in the back? And you have to go through the cave to get there the first time? Well on my way back, I wanted to use the cave again for whatever reason, but it was full of malevolence. So I just sort of… crawled through the malevolence? And whenever monsters showed up I “escaped” the battle. AND THEN HELDALF WAS STANDING IN THE CLEARING NEAR THE BEGINNING OF THE CAVES where it connects back to the Meadow of Triumph AND I JUST CRAWLED AROUND HIM AND LEFT THE CAVE

Idk man I thought it was hilarious but maybe you would have had to be there.

ANYWAY THE BUBBLE!!!! I LOVE ME THE BUBBLE!! First of all, the SORMIK, obviously. Like, okay. You gotta put this into context. Last time they ran into that much malevolence, SOREY LOST HIS RESONANCE. We all remember how scary that was for both Sorey and Mikleo. And this time, Sorey loses it again and can’t see Mikleo. BUT THIS TIME, MIKLEO’S STRONG ENOUGH TO BASICALLY FORCE HIMSELF THROUGH THE MALEVOLENCE??? LIKE WOW I LOVE HIM and it’s just a really romantic scene. Also, there are some Dezerose/Sormik parallels in that scene, so take a sip, @soymilkheaven :P

And then the bubble itself, the result of all his hard work. We see him training so so hard in all those skits, and all those hints that he wishes he were more powerful, worrying he’s not as good as the other seraphim (who, lest we forget, are all AGES older and more experienced than him) AND HE MAKES UP THIS BUBBLE ALL ON HIS OWN?? Like I imagine he had to know something like that was possible, but I can only assume that’s because he was studying up really hard, reading about the previous Shepherds, asking Lailah and the others for advice on how to become more powerful, and the bubble was the result. AND HE’S SO PROUD OF IT (as well he should be)

AND idk if you saw this part in your playthrough, but if you try to go outside the city enough times WITHOUT using the bubble, MIkleo’s all “Sorey, you really don’t trust me this much?” AND HE SOUNDS SO SAD. WHICH IS SAD but to me it really shows how much Mikleo had his heart set on becoming more powerful specifically to be more useful to the party/Sorey. Like. I LOVE MIKLEO OKAY AND THE BUBBLE AND ALL IT IMPLIES IS ACTUALLY A VERY SIGNIFICANT PART OF THAT.

THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK

FanFiction(Stark Teen!Reader x Peter Parker)

Word Count: 2063

Summary: Reader has a huge high school crush on peter parker, and when she finds out that HE’S Spider-Man, she has to tell him. And her internet bestie Kamala Khan.

A/N: Lil something something that I came up with. I wanted to incorporate Kamala because she’s just like basically ALL of us, and i mean, come on.  Your Bucky AU will be up next, just getting the gears turning! Enjoy, my friends!


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anonymous asked:

Shallura drabble prompt: Shiro introducing Allura to food on Earth? (Like maybe bubble tea or pizza something.)

“Where do you want to sit?”

What?” Allura shouted, peeking over her shoulder at Shiro.

He chuckled, resting his hand on the small of her back as he leaned down, cheek brushing her hair. “Where would you like to sit?”

She grabbed Shiro’s hand, leading him over to a pair of plastic chairs at a table in the far corner. “It’s louder than a Bolgogian Nunvillary in here,” she said as they settled in, their knees brushing under the table. 

“I’d blame the teenagers at the counter,” Shiro chuckled, “So, are you ready?”

Allura took a sharp breath. “Yes.” She laid her hands flat on the table, staring down at her drink with purpose. “So. Boba. Is this a traditional drink for your people? From- Japan?”

Shiro tried to hold back his laughter as Allura blinked at him expectantly. “It’s more popular than traditional- and I think it’s from Taiwan originally. But I don’t want to tell you anything else, just try it.” 

Allura tucked some loose locks behind her ears, nodding solemnly. With great ceremony she took a sip from her bubble tea. “Hm- oh!” Her eyes flew open, a hand reaching up to her mouth. “It popped!” Allura giggled, taking another sip and savoring the new sensation. “Shiro, take a sip- it’s delicious!”

“Here, try some of mine-” Shiro traded cups with a smile, unable to fight her infectious laugh. “That has tapioca in it, it’s kind of chewy.” 

Allura nodded, apparently taking mental notes as she chewed methodically. “Now that I think about it, we have something similar to this on Altea. Except you have to let it steep for at least twenty two hours, or it could burn off your taste buds-” Shiro leaned back in his seat, his lips pressing into a smile as heat began to pool in his chest. After a minute she caught his eye with a sharp look, putting down her drink to ask, “Are you okay? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Shiro leaned forward in his chair with a grin. “I just didn’t realize how amazing it would be to see you on Earth.”

Allura tried to frown at him but her lips curled obstinately upward as color rose to her cheeks. “Well,” she said, drawing close to him, “I’m glad I came. The tea is great-”

Shiro scoffed but folded his hand over hers, smiling as their lips met softly.

Protocols - Star Trek

This blog is amazing!!!!! May I request a story in which Data and the reader spend some quality fluffy time together and the whole crew of the enterprise ships it hard? Thank you!!!

AN: Im going to be completely honest, Next Gen is the only Star Trek I have not watched all the way through. So if I butchered this, I apologize.

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Desire - Lex Luthor x Reader

A/N: Can you tell I’m in love with this guy? Anyway, I would love some feedback on this. It was originally meant to be smut but I changed it.

Warnings: Very intense make out and sex suggestions


Quickly, you swiped a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and took a sip of its bubbly substance. Since you were a close friend, you were invited to Alexander Luthor’s party although, to your disappointment, after he did his speech and spoke to two men, he disappeared downstairs. Despite feeling a bit down that you didn’t get to talk to Lex, you continued mingling through the crowd of people.

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