so going to the opening of that shit

BTS Reaction - Pulling away

Seokjin

Jin’s practically shaking with laughter as he tells you his anecdote, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes, but really, you’re only half-listening.

“And then Kookie, he said-”  Jin cuts himself short when he looks at you from across the table, his eyebrows starting to pull downward into a frown as he realises how little you’re actually paying attention.  Usually you’d be laughing along with him - you’ve got the same lame sense of humour he does, and he loves you for it - but tonight you’re just staring at your plate, poking at your food, and it’s starting to unsettle him.  “Jagi, is everything ok?”  

“Hm?” you ask distractedly, only glancing up at him for a moment before your eyes drop once more.  

“Don’t you like it?”  

“It’s fine, Jin, I’m just… I’ve just gone off fish a little lately,” you tell him.  It’s a lame excuse, but you’d rather tell him that than tell him the truth - tell him that the reason you can’t eat is because you feel so nauseous with anxiety that you might throw up if you eat anymore.  

“Ah, it’s a good job I made your favourite dessert then!” he says enthusiastically, getting up from the table and whisking your still-full plate out from in front of you to take it to the kitchen.  “Can’t have you going hungry.”  

God, why does he have to be so sweet all the time?  So god damn perfect?  It’ll only make it feel so much worse when it eventually falls apart - and you know it will, because when you’re involved everything always does.  It’s inevitable.  

“You know what, I think I might just go home,” you say quickly, before he’s even managed to pull on his gloves to take out the apple pie you can smell cooking in the oven.  He falters, coming to a standstill between the kitchen counters, and when you finally bring yourself to look at him it makes your heart thud painfully.  “I don’t feel too good.”  

“Ok, let me drive you-”

“It’s fine, I’ll get a cab.”  If you say ‘it’s fine’ one more time this evening you think you might punch yourself in the face.  It’s not fine, nothing is, but you know it’s best you pull away a little now, before you both get in too deep. At least it might help to soften the blow.  

“Ok….” you hear him mumble as he turns off the oven and you pull on your coat.  He walks you to the door, and now it’s him that can’t look at you.  “Hope you feel better soon.”  

“Thanks.”

“See you soon?”

“See you soon,” you reply, and it feels like a goodbye.   

Originally posted by lavender-kills

Yoongi

“So I was thinking; there’s a new Mexican place that’s opened,” Yoongi tells you, his voice sounding even lower than usual over the phone after he’s clearly just woken up.  “You wanna go check it out sometime?”

“Hm… I dunno,” you mumble, rolling over in bed, your cell smushed between your ear and the pillow.  

“C’mon, their churros are supposed to be the shit.”  Despite yourself, you end up smiling at Yoongi’s words.  You wish you hadn’t though.  That momentary flicker of happiness now just makes you feel all the more miserable as you stare at the picture of Yoongi and you you’ve got pinned to your bedside cabinet.  

“I don’t really like Mexican food…”  You’re trying so hard to find an excuse not to make plans, to avoid seeing him for a little while.  It’s not that you don’t care about Yoongi.  Jesus, you most definitely do - but therein lies the problem.  It’s starting to feel scary now, how close you’re becoming.  You’re seeing each other too often, he’s texting you every day, and it feels wrong now if you go to sleep without hearing him say goodnight.  This growing dependency on him, this vulnerability; it’s terrifying.  

“Since when?” he scoffs, and all you can do in reply is sigh.  There’s a silence on the other end of the line, and in the end you have to roll away from that picture of the two of you that you love so much.  His eyes are too penetrating, too perceptive, even in a frozen image.  “What about chinese then?  You love chinese.”   He’s right, you do, and there’s no way you can deny that - not when the last time you went you ended up stuffing your face so much that he had to nurse you with a bad belly for the rest of the night.  

“Can I maybe just take a raincheck?  I’ve got so much work to do, Yoongi, and I’m sure you’re busy too.”  

There’s silence again but this time it feels uncomfortable, and it’s making you fidget even without being able to see the frosty expression you know he’ll be wearing right now.  

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing, Noona?  I’ve done it enough times myself to know when someone’s holding back.”  You swallow hard, staring at the wall and starting to chew your thumbnail nervously.  What are you supposed to say when he’s called you out like that; made you feel like the idiot you know you are?

He gives you an adequate amount of time to reply, to turn back from this road you’re travelling down, but when no response comes you hear him sigh, even his voice turning cold when his next words travel into your ears.  

“Either call me when you’re ready to get real, or don’t bother calling me at all.”  

Originally posted by minshoot

Hoseok

“Ah, babygirl, that was amazing.”  Hobi’s still panting from exertion as he lies next to you, staring at the ceiling with the goofiest of grins on his faces.  He’s always like this after you’ve had sex, always deliriously happy, like every time you do it is his first time, and you know what’s coming next.  

He rolls onto his side, grabbing the sheet and pulling it up to cover your naked, sticky bodies and then snuggling closer, slinging his arm over his hip and pulling you close, sweat be damned.  He always gets so affectionate too, so tactile when he’s dosed up on oxytocin, and though at first you loved it, lately it’s become nothing but a source of anxiety to you.  It’d be fine if cuddling was all it was, but it’s not just that.  No, Hobi insists on lying there staring at you like you’re his everything, his entire world, his eyes taking in every little of your face until you end up laughing and batting him away, telling him to stop being such a freak.  

You don’t want him to look at you like that and nor do you want to be placed on his pedestal; not when you know it’ll make your inevitable fall from grace so much higher and more painful.   You don’t deserve all these loving looks and touches, not when you’re going to break his heart.  Though you don’t yet know how it’ll happen yet you know it will, because it’s just what you do.  

“I wish we could do this all day, every day,” he says wistfully, reaching up to thumb your cheek, staring back into your eyes.  You try to diffuse things with humour, rolling your eyes and pushing his hand away from your face, trying to ignore the way hurt flickers across his face.  

“That’s ‘cus you’re a horny bastard, Hobi.”  You sit up to put some distance between you, running your fingers through your hair to try and put it right.  Of course, he then sits up too, smoothing out the part of your hair at the back you can’t see to fix with his gentle hands.   

“Not just for that,” he persists, smiling cheekily, “I just like having you here, sex or no sex.  C’mon, wouldn’t you love to wake up to this face every morning?”   

“I guess,” you answer non-committedly, trying not to let your mind even hope to dream of your life ever being so wonderful.  You need to get out of here, before he starts dangling more perfect happy-ever-afters in front of your face, lies that you know will never come true.  Finding your underwear you start to get dressed, avoiding the questioning look in Hobi’s eyes.

“I thought you didn’t have to work today?”

“Yeah…” You pull your sweater on, glad that it hides your face, even for just a second.  “But I’ve got a lot I need to get done so…”  

“I’d kind of… I mean I’d planned on us having the whole day together…” he says quietly, unable to hide the disappointment and confusion on his face.  “If I’d known you were gonna go so soon I wouldn’t have-”

“Don’t worry, Hobi, it was fun.” You slip your feet into your shoes, practically running to his bedroom door as soon as they’re on, forcing a false smile on your face.  “I had fun.”  Fun, that’s all it is… it’s all it was ever supposed to be.  You weren’t supposed to end up liking him, needing him, lovin- “Let me know next time you wanna hook up.”  

“Hook up,” he repeats, his voice breaking.  Hobi looks like you’ve just plunged a knife straight into his heart, and though it breaks your own to see him in so much pain, you know it’s for the best.  Better now, rather than later.  “Right… sure.”  

Originally posted by jhopetal

Namjoon

“So… what do you think?”  

What do you think?  You think the song you just heard was amazing; one of the best Namjoon’s ever written, and that’s saying a lot when he’s so ridiculously talented to begin with.  You’re stunned, dumbstruck by the fact he’d write such beautiful lyrics about you, for you, and if you were a better person you’d probably start to cry with joy that your boyfriend wants to tell the world just how much you mean to him.  

But you’re not a good person, not like him, not even close, so instead of telling Namjoon how proud you are of him, how much you’ve come to love him, you say anything you can think of to drive a wedge between you.

“I don’t think you should put it on the album,” you say blankly, trying to keep your face impassive as you look back into his hopeful eyes.  “I don’t think the executives would be happy with it.”  His face falls, eyebrows knitting together as he tries to fathom you’re unexpected response.  You see his jaw clench, and you know he’s trying so hard to brace himself for whatever constructive criticism he thinks is coming.  It’s taken a long time for him to learn to do that so graciously; yet another skill he’s mastered.

“You don’t like it?  I know the bridge needs some work, but I can fix-”

“The song’s fine, Joonie,” you interrupt, making him pause mid-swivel in his chair to turn back to you rather than his desk.  “I just don’t think it’s a good idea.  ARMY won’t like you shoving your love-life in their faces - they want you guys permanently single so they can keep all their little fantasies about you.” Namjoon seems stunned into silence for a moment, and honestly, you’re a little impressed at just how reasonable your argument sounds too.  Cold, yes, but logical.  Surely with his big brain Namjoon should be happy enough accept your reasoning and let it lie?  

He’s quiet for a long while, face pensive until he finally get up out of his chair and comes to sit beside you, taking your hand.

“I don’t care.  We’ve always been able to write write the music we want… how we want it.  And the fans want us to be happy.”  Well… how do you argue with that?  He sits stroking the back of your hand with his thumb while he waits for you to say something, and now your mind has gone blank, unable to think of anything to say that won’t just sound harsh or cruel.  

“You might be happy to tell the world about us, Joonie but… I’m not.”  Harsh it is then.  You take your hand back, clamping both of them between your legs as you look to the floor, avoiding the hurt in his eyes.  “We never said this was going to be anything serious.”

“I see.”  His voice is tight, controlled as he speaks, suddenly sitting up straighter. He waits for a second, perhaps to see if you’ll sat any more, take it all back, but when you don’t he simply returns to his desk, facing the screen like you’re not even there.  “You may as well go home… I’m gonna be up all night trying to re-write this.”  

Originally posted by chimchams

Jimin

Your phone goes off for what feels like the hundredth time today, an unpleasantly harsh trill that shrieks through your otherwise quiet apartment, and once again you have to fight the urge to look, to read the text you know is waiting for you there.  If you look you’re more likely to reply, and you’re trying so, so hard to give yourself some space, to put some distance between you and the man you’re getting far too close to.  

You know what it’ll say anyway, more or less.  It’ll be Jimin being his usual sweet self, asking if you’re ok, asking you to please, please get back to him.  Why aren’t you replying?  Are you sure you’re ok?  Do you need him to come over?  Why are you so quiet?  It’s killing you. Every time your phone goes off it feels like a punch to the gut, because you do so desperately want to reply.  But you can’t, you mustn’t.  You’ve gotten too attached to him, too attached to this perfect boy whom all the girls want to touch.

You’re not stupid.  You’ve seen his fan-pages, you’ve seen the things they say about him.  And it’s not like you can blame them, but you’re too insecure to deal with having a boyfriend who’s wanted by so many.  You’ve been cheated on once before, and it’ll only be a matter of time before Jimin realises he’s too good for you and does the same; finds another girl who’s prettier and thinner and more interesting than you.  It’s better for you to protect yourself now, to pull away while you still can, before it’s too late.  

So you ignore his messages even as tears roll down your cheeks, lying on the sofa and holding yourself, just waiting for it to stop hurting so much.  Time passes, although you don’t keep track of how much; all you know is that eventually it goes dark outside, and your tired eyes are just starting to droop when all of a sudden your doorbell rings, jolting you awake again.  

You shuffle your way over to the door, half-asleep and wrapped in your blanket, pulling it open before you think to look through the spy-hole to check who it is.  Of course it would be Jimin standing there to see you looking like this, like the mess that you are, his eyes widening as he takes in your bloodshot eyes.

“Oh baby… baby, what’s wrong?” He steps inside before you can stop him, wrapping you up in his arms over the top of your blanket, pulling your head into the crook of his neck.  

You don’t want this, or at least for second you try to tell yourself that you don’t… but it’s just no use.  Relenting, you let yourself be held by him, inhaling the scent of his aftershave that’s become synonymous with happiness and giving yourself over to it all, at least for now.  You let him kiss you with your face in his hands, let him promise you that he’ll make it all ok, and you let yourself believe in this lie, just for a little while longer.  

“You know I love you… Whatever it is, baby, we’ll fix it… I love you,” he tells you over and over, his face pressed into your hair and all you can do is cry because you know you love him too, and you know it’ll never be enough.  

Originally posted by sosjimin

Taehyung

“Tae, Tae, stop it!” you giggle, trying your best to throw him off whilst ensuring you’re clenching your pelvic floor as hard as you possibly can; he’s be tickling you for what feels like forever now, and you’ll be damned if you give him the satisfaction of peeing yourself for him to tease you about that too.  

“Not until you call me Oppa!” he shouts back, sat on your stomach, his bony fingers digging into your ribs as he grins down at you.  He’s such a masochist - you know he’s getting off on this really, watching you squirm and struggle.

“You’re like one month older than me, weirdo!”

“Op-pa!” he persists, accentuating every syllable, his eyes narrowing when you shake your head.  His fingertips start to creep towards your armpits, your weakest spot, and no matter how hard you try to push his hands away he’s just too strong.  You barely make it ten seconds before you’re shouting ‘oppa’ over and over again, tears streaming from your eyes, just wanting it to end.  Finally, he relents, sitting up with a satisfied smirk on his face.

That’s when you chose your moment to strike.  You reach out to twist his nipples through his shirt, grinning wickedly, but before you can do anything Taehyung’s grabbed both your wrists and pinning them above your head, growling like an animal.  A beat passes where you just look at each other, both out of breath, and then you’re laughing again, in hysterics as you so often are when you’re together, only stopping when Taehyung eagerly crashes his lips against yours.

You expect the kiss to become more passionate, if anything, so you’re surprised when it gets softer, Tae letting go of your wrists to stroke his hands gently through your hair and down onto your face.  When he pulls away, still rubbing his thumbs along your cheeks, there’s something shining in his eyes that you’ve never seen from him before, some emotion that until now has been unknown.  You know exactly what it is though, you know because it’s exactly the same thing you can feel swelling in your own chest.  

He opens his mouth to speak, and that’s when you panic.  You’re not ready to hear those words again, and you’re certainly not ready to say them again.  Not after last time, not after what happened when-

You sit up abruptly, pushing him off you and hurrying to stand, grabbing your jacket from the sofa to leave before Taehyung snatches it back from your hand after having stood up almost as quickly as you.  He look so confused, his mouth hanging open, head tilted to the side as he tries to make sense of your sudden and unexpected change in behaviour.

“What’s-”

“Just don’t say it, Tae,” you snap, snatching your jacket back but just holding it there by your side, fist clenched, “I don’t want to hear it, ok?  Don’t say it, because you can’t take it back.”  

“Jagiya…” he whispers softly, his eyes starting to mist over with moisture, chin practically trembling as you flinch away from the touch of his hand.  

“Just… just leave it, please?”  You sound like you’re begging, on the verge of tears now too, and before he can try to reach out to you again you run from his apartment, leaving Taehyung to dissolve into tears, wondering how on earth it all suddenly went so wrong.  

Originally posted by jjks

Jungkook

He’s been getting possessive lately - it’s all too obvious for anyone who looks to see.  Every time you hang out with the rest of the group he keeps getting all… handsy.  Not in an inappropriate way or anything, but any time you’re talking to another guy he’ll just casually wrap his arm around your waist or lay it across your shoulder, like he’s subtly marking his territory.

You’re sure other girls wouldn’t mind.  They’d probably love to have someone like Jungkook lay his claim on them, thrilled to be considered such a prize worth protecting, but when he does it to you all you can think about is your ex-boyfriend and how he used to be exactly the same. Jealous, possessive, irrational, constantly accusing you of cheating even though he was the one that was fucking your best friend behind your back.  Ex-best friend, should you say.  

There’s a lot of ex’s in your past, for one reason or another, and that’s why after a few dates you’re still resisting Jungkook’s attempts to make the two of you into something more.  You can do without another ex to add to your list, thank you very much, no matter how much you can feel him getting under your skin with each and every day that passes.  That’s just another reason why you want to keep him at arm’s length - you can’t afford to let yourself be vulnerable.  Not again.  You’re not letting anyone hurt you like that ever again.  

Jungkook seems to be feeling particularly threatened today, though you’re not entirely sure why.  Perhaps it’s because of the skirt you’re wearing, or maybe it’s the way Yoongi keeps looking at you from across the room, but either way it’s starting to get your back up.  He doesn’t own you, and it’s the desire to show Jungkook exactly that that eventually drives you across to the other side of the studio to sit down next to Yoongi, smiling like a cheshire cat.  

You can feel his eyes on you the moment you strike up a conversation, eyes that you pointedly ignore, choosing instead to act like everything Yoongi says is the funniest thing you’ve ever heard.  You lean your body into his, leaning your head on his shoulder as you laugh, placing your hand on his thigh and leaving it to linger there far longer than necessary.  Yoongi’s loving every second of it, lapping it up until Jungkook finally snaps and comes striding over, trying to look casual and failing miserably at doing so.

“Namjoon wants you,” he tells Yoongi, not even looking at his elder as he says it.  No, his eyes are fixed on you, full of both anger and hurt, and the moment Yoongi gets up with a groan Jungkook is taking his spot, flopping down at your side.  You see him tick his head to the side, clenching his jaw in the silence that follows, and find yourself smiling before you can help it at his adorable habit.  

God damn it, you really need to put a stop to this now, before you get even more attached than you already are.  

“Why were you acting like that?” he asks after a moment, once he’s sure the rest of his friends are sufficiently preoccupied.

“Acting like what?” you reply, sounding as innocent as possible, and you know it’s pissing him off because his jaw clenches again, his hands balling into fists and relaxing again where they hang over his knees.

“Flirting with Yoongi like that.  You were all over him.”  

“So?” you blurt out, only realising after you’ve already said it just how cold and callous you sound.  Jungkook actually looks taken aback when you turn your head to the side to look at him, his usually soft, doe eyes widened in confusion, no anger left to see.  

“So…?” he repeats quietly.  You stare him out, trying not to flinch at the sharp feeling of guilt that stabs through you when he falters first, turning his head with a shake and looking to the ground, swallowing against the lump you can guess that’s forming in his throat.  “I thought…”

“We’ve been on like… what… four dates, Jungkook?”  You sound condescending and cruel, and you hate yourself for it.  What a heartless bitch those exs have turned you into, huh?  “You can’t tell me you thought it was serious?”  

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

anonymous asked:

hello! i’m such a huge fan of gudeyoongi and to be honest if you were to start making gudeyoongi merchandise like ts hirts or phone cases i’d be sooo up to buy it! gudeyoongi’s just so cute and irresistible


First things first: Thank you for your support and even going as far as asking for merch (☉∀☉)


Actually, I already opened a society6store month ago but the thing is, I just haven’t gotten arround to draw more than two different designs for the shop yet and felt uncomfortable sharing the link. Shame on me.

When I get around to finally sit down and get shit done, I will make a post and potentially add a redbubblestore for more kinds of phonecases etc.
I’ve got a few plans in my head already, life just has been busy.

Opening Commissions!

I’m graduating soon and my job hunt isn’t going too well (read: it’s totally shit and I’m panicking), so I’ve decided to take on commissions!

Simple pencil sketch:

  • portrait: €15
  • half (head to waist) to full (head to toe) character: €20
  • per added character €5 will be added to the base price

Detailed pencil drawing: 

  • portrait: €25
  • half to full character: €30
  • per added character €10 will be added to the base price

Watercolor painting: 

  • No background: €35
  • With background: €40

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Plan change.

Hey everyone,
as I told you, I wanted to save up for my trip over to australia, but now I have to use my savings to pay rent and keeping me alive… My boss still hasn’t payed me and my lawyer will help me getting it. But for now, until everything is settled, I’m sitting here with nothing.

So, if you would like, you can help me with either getting a traditional ink commisison (inktober style) =>
https://luciferschoice-art.tumblr.com/post/166304669135/luciferschoice-art-currently-i-am-saving-up

or a digital one =>
https://luciferschoice-art.tumblr.com/post/166304661655/luciferschoice-art-on-this-sheet-you-can-find

If you can’t afford anything of the above, I’m open to reduce the price if you want or you can spend me a ko-fi for an amount you would like to =>
ko-fi.com/luciferschoice

To be honest, everything is going to shit and normally october is my favorite month because of inktober and halloween. Halloween is the only thing I celebrate in the year and now I’m sitting here and can’t do anything for it….

I would be so, so happy if you are able to help me out. But I don’t feel good about to beg but… I wanted to at least try it.

Thank you so much. 

anonymous asked:

Not to be mean or anything but you're literally the only hooker I love (lol that term always makes me uncomfortable) I just see so many claiming it's still the same man and it pisses me off. I mean I get it they can love anything Colin brings cause he's a great actor, but this rogers isn't OUR killian never is going to be, this rogers is literally made up from a damn wish. Ughhhhh I hate these damn writers so much they literally screwed us over with that shit. sorry for my venting.

Don’t be uncomfortable. I love being called a Hooker. 

But seriously, people are claiming that because they feel he is, and that’s their right. I wouldn’t even be surprised if soon A&E give some bullshit ass excuse to try and say the same thing. Although, if they were smart, they’d just not open that can of worms because then they would have to explain why it was okay for Snowing to be killed & what happened to orphaned Henry then if they were “real”, but you never know.

But a person that was fake last year & never existed before the EQ made that wish isn’t real to me. *shrugs* 

And you’re right, Rogers will never be our Killian and we were screwed over because all summer we were lead to believe he was.

Don’t apologize. I’m here for anyone that wants to vent, my ask is always open.

miramickey  asked:

It one am now and I wasn't diappoint when my sleep deprived brsin opened the notification. Sam and Tony were just hot, funny and a lot of other things. Yes Jealousy, makes People do stupid shit and is one of my favourite plot points. Can't wait to see what the family is going to do. Tony in particular.

Lolol get some sleep baby. Chapter eighteen will slay you so make sure you get plenty of rest beforehand ❤️❤️❤️

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ok y’all sorry to shitpost but um can we just appreciate that every white mccree is Officially Banned Forever (Always Been but ya know)

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Drarry Fic Rec Masterlist

I’ve been meaning to put this together properly for some time now, so finally, here is a list of my top Drarry fics.
Definitely read through all the other works of these amazing writers. These are just my personal favourites. 

Enjoy! Hahahahah good luck ever doing anything else ever again.

First and foremost comes Saras_Girl like, I CAN’T EVEN.
So, my top favourites of theirs:

Turn (E)
The Foundations series GUHHH:
Part 1: Reparations (E)
Part 2: Foundations (E)
Helix (E)
Catfished (T)
It Takes a Village (M)
Salt on the Western Wind (M)
All Life is Yours to Miss (M)

(I don’t need to say anymore to pitch these. They are your bread and butter. READ THEM.)

Tales From the Special Branch by femmequixotic (E)
When Gawain Robards asks him to form Special Branch seven-four-alpha, Harry Potter knows they’ll have to work outside the confines of the law–even though they are the law.

(Aurors!Harry and Draco, forbidden fruit, case fic, lots of excellent smut, incredibly complex and well-written plot. I can’t even with this fic it’s so freaking good. Most recent in the series has just started posting but each individual fic is brilliant stand-alone. MASTERFUL. And so satisfyingly long.
They have so many great fics, go read them allllll!)

Temptation on the Warfront by alizarincrimson (E)
Draco Malfoy is forced into hiding with the Golden Trio and dragged into their search for horcruxes. What ensues is a journey of redemption, unexpected friendships and an unwanted, turbulent romance with Harry Potter. Warnings for swearing, sexual content, and dark themes.

(7th year AU. Really well developed and reworked to include Draco. One of my drarry firsts and an all-time love.)

Running on Air by eleventy7 (T)
Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.

(So, I’m not great at reading T-rated fics… I actually read this one by accident. I am so glad I did. Beautiful fic. Melancholy and lovely and just yes.)

Against All Odds by momatu (E)
Beauxbatons is hosting the first ever Quidditch Summer School for children from all over Europe, and Harry has promised to enroll Teddy as his birthday present. Meanwhile, Draco is stuck in his office, putting together the first ever Quidditch Summer School for children from all over Europe during, when he should be enjoying summer holidays.

(Momatu really does their research and creates a vivid world with great development between Harry and Draco. Highly recommend trawling through their work and reading it all. Massive thanks to @siriusly-not-over-remus​ for reccing this to me!)

One Touch by Fleetofshippyships (M)
An unexpected incident late one night sets off a series of events that could save one young man in desperate need of help, even if doing so may destroy the other.Harry commits an act of great violence, but doesn’t remember why. Malfoy urges him to run, and takes the blame instead. The most obvious explanation makes no sense, and it only gets more complicated from there.What follows is their struggle to trust and open up to one another while dealing with dangerous and invasive magic; when stepping wrong and losing control, even if only for a few moments, could have severe consequences for them both. 

(8th year AU. Fantastic concept for plot and really well developed idea. Another one to absolutely check out a load of their work. I also highly recommend by them:

Restraint (E)
Someone casts the Imperius curse on Draco Malfoy, and whatever the instructions may be, Harry finds himself an unwilling target. The encounter leaves him torn between pleasure and revulsion. As they fight in the aftermath, a tense game begins. Harry fights to convince Malfoy, and himself, that he was not affected by that initial encounter, or any of those following it. Faced with a series of escalating encounters, Harry must come to terms with desiring things he never thought he could, things he wishes he didn’t respond to. They each use signs of arousal as weapons against each other in a mad struggle to finally shame the other into backing down for good. But it’s only after the game is over that Harry starts to understand.

(8th year AU. Great angst and enemies to lovers progression. Drinking. Games. A hella lot of rough sex. This is a smuuuuut fic. I also helped beta this fic because it was so good and I couldn’t wait for updates.)

Balance, Imperfect by bixgirl1 (E)
When Harry sustains an injury in the line of work, he no longer knows how to navigate the life he loved, and finds help and solace from the most unexpected source.

(Auror!Harry, Physiotherapist!Draco.
I totally got @sirussly​ to read this and she loved it, closet hardcore Drarry shipper right there.
I LOVE @bixgirl1 I cannot explain. All the stuff by them is just fantastic. Especially:

The Shape of the World (E)
and:
In Evidence of Magical Theory (E)

They are also in the middle of a collab with the wonderful @l0vegl0wsinthedark on a super cute and super smutty Virgin!Draco series on here (search either of their blogs under the ‘virgin draco’ tag.)

Speaking of! l0vegl0wsinthedark has a whole load of great fics (all the good smut). Absolutely worth working your way through it all!)

Draco Sodding Malfoy by Shewhxmustnxtbenamed (M)
Harry finds Draco outside a pub and takes him back to his place, only to find out that Draco is in an abusive relationship. Harry invites Draco to stay until he can get back on his feet. They go to Draco’s ex-boyfriends house, and come back with more than they bargained for.

(So. Cute. Domestic bfs. Also very worth checking out @shewhomustnotbenamed​ and their drarry videos hallooooooo) 

Azoth by zeitgeistic (E)
Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.

(Hogwarts Apprentices!Drarry. Animagus magic. SO GOOD GUH. I really love the idea for Harry’s animagus and the progress is so excellent.) 

Any Instrument by dicta_contrion (E)
Draco Malfoy wouldn’t go back to England for anything less than an exceptional case. Being asked to figure out why Harry Potter can’t control his magic might be exceptional enough to qualify.

(MindHealer!Draco. THE BIG LEAGUES SO GOOD YES. Excuse me while I go read this again. OKAY BUT LOADS OF THEIR OTHER STUFF TOO ESPECIALLY:

The Vanishing Department (E)
The things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, even if that involves a lot more form-filling, bickering, covert glancing, miscommunication, and flying furniture than we might expect.

(Brilliant characterisation of Draco and really interesting idea. YES.)

House Proud by astolat (E)
His house liked Draco Malfoy more than him.

(OKAY, I LOVE THIS. WIZARD HOUSES ARE THE SHIT AND THIS IS SO CLEVER YES. REALLY FREAKING GOOD BANTER BETWEEN HARRY AND DRACO. Also other stuff by them like:

NEWTS

“I’m twenty-eight!” Harry said. “I’ve been an Auror for ten years! You want me to go back to Hogwarts now?“

(Harry has to go back to Hogwarts before he can be promoted, Professor!Draco. Yisssssss.)

- Timeshare (BONDING FIC YES)

Eclipse by Mijan (T)
Draco swore his revenge on Harry for Lucius’s imprisonment, and Harry all but laughed at him. But Draco is planning more than schoolyard pranks this time. The old rivalry turns deadly when Draco abducts Harry for Voldemort. It’s the perfect plan, guaranteeing revenge, power, and prestige, all in one blow. But when Draco’s world turns upside down, the fight to save himself and Harry begins, and the battle will take them both through hell and back. If they come back.

(6th year AU. Pre-HBP. Another accidental T read with 0 regrets. I LOVED this, SO MUCH.)

A Year In Training by Omi_Ohmy (M)
Harry is finally living his dream and training as an Auror, but nothing seems to be going right: he’s just so angry all the time. And Draco Malfoy’s presence on the programme really isn’t helping with that, either.

(Aurors!Drarry: Harry’s pissed off Draco is better than him. I’m sure you can see where this goes…)

Eternally Consistent by kitsunealyc (E)
Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter assumed they would never be anything but civil enemies, until Potter lands on Malfoy’s doorstep, bleeding, covered in curses, and acting very strangely indeed.

(Unspeakables!Harry&Draco: Nice swift enemies to lovers progression, goooood!)

Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop (E)
It’s Potter’s fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It’s been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco’s getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always. At first, though, the time loop seems liberating. For the first time in his life, he can do anything, say anything, be anything, without consequence. But the more Draco repeats the day, the more he realises the uncomfortable truth: he’s falling head over heels for the speccy git. And suddenly, the time loop feels like a trap. For how can he ever get Harry to love him back when time is, quite literally, against him?

(Really nice development of Draco, and fun plot! Definitely worth going through their other works too, some really great stuff!)

Strangeness and Charm by FeelsForBreakfast (E)
One November night during his eighth year at Hogwarts, Draco ends up in the forbidden forest. That’s how it starts.
or: If two boys fall in love in a magical forest, does it still make a sound?

(8th year AU. Dreamlike and sweet. Check out their other works too. I especially recommend ‘Like Holly or Blood’ (M) and 'Open for Repairs’ (M).)

Strange Bedfellows by hurt_mod and ravenclawsquill (E)
When Harry encounters a frail and fidgety Draco Malfoy at the Ministry, he just knows something is wrong and he’s determined to get to the bottom of it.
A story about Deadly Nightshade, crippling insomnia, excellent wine … and finding what you need in the strangest of circumstances.


(Addict!Draco. All the good angsttttt.)

Boom Clap (The Sound of my Heart) by femmequixotic and noeon (E)
Post-war Hogwarts has been energized by its new teaching fellows program. Where once bitter enmity divided the wizarding community, Malfoy and Potter chummily patrol hallways together whilst Granger and Zabini seek lost parts of the castle at McGonagall’s behest and Chang supervises Quidditch when not lecturing in Charms. It’s a veritable wizarding utopia and life is predictable for the first time in years. Which is, of course, when everything blows apart as the result of a drunken dare and Malfoy’s life is ruined beyond his capacity to repair it. Ever. In a million years.

(TeachingFellows!Harry&Draco: Drinking games wohooooo!) 

Lift Your Open Hand by firethesound (M)
With Draco Malfoy as his assigned partner for the next six weeks of Auror training, Harry had been prepared for things to go poorly. But getting themselves accidentally bonded to each other in the first twenty minutes of their very first assignment seemed going above and beyond, even for them.

(Aurors!Drarry. Who doesn’t love a good magical bonding fic?? Lots of great works, also recommend:

A Convenient Impracticality (E)
Somehow Harry ends up agreeing to a fake relationship with his ex-nemesis-turned-friendly-acquaintance-with-benefits, except for some reason it involves an awful lot of actual dating and, sadly, not much sex. Confused? Harry is too, but when has anything with Draco Malfoy ever been as straightforward as it seems?

(Aurors!Drarry, That good fake relationship trope. *thumbs up*)

The Light More Beautiful
 (E)
Thirteen years after Draco accepts Potter’s help escaping the horror of his sixth year, he returns to England where he makes the unfortunate discovery that Potter is still as obnoxious as ever. And worse, more than a decade overseas hasn’t been enough to dim Draco’s obsession with him.

(Sort of 6th year AU, then post-war Aurors!Drarry. Really interesting speciality for Draco and great development)

I will keep updating this as I remember more/find more great fics. 
If you have any requests for specific types of fic, hmu and I’ll see if I can help :)

Happy reading! <3

M x

“Show me instead." 

i say this every time, but seriously… read @tyranttortoise‘s Skeleton Squatters and the Landlady. this latest chapter is one of only innumerable reasons why it is forever in my top favorite fics, period.

… and talk about seeing fireworks with a kiss. <333 honestly red is my eternal weakness, and i’m not even mad about it.

How to hide the Staff Pick at the top of the dash

HELLO CHILDREN TUMBLR IS A SHIT WEBSITE AND I MADE THIS IN A FIT OF ANGER

So today Tumblr rolled out an update that shoves one of the random Tumblr Radar posts onto your dash, as the first post, without any ability for you to prevent that. I was fucking outraged. If you have XKit, there is already someone who has coded a pull request for the No Recommended extension (fucking props to XKit and open source software in general), but I’m an impatient child and I cannot stand waiting for it to be pulled by an admin. So I made my own. 

Instructions

You’re gonna need AdBlock Plus. I’m assuming you already have it installed because if you’re interested in hiding shit you don’t care about then you’re the kind of person who already has it. We’re going to be making a custom filter.

Go to the ABP filter preferences.

Go to the Custom filters tab.

Make a new filter group. Give it whatever name you would like.

Click on your new group, then on Add filter, and then give your filter this text:

tumblr.com##li.post_container:nth-child(3)

Close the filter preferences and refresh Tumblr. The post is gone! Now you can enjoy your dash without corporate bullshit being shoved down your throat. Cheers!

N.B.: This is a very hacky solution and is in no way intended to replace a more elegant one. The pull request on XKit is a lot better, but I would have needed JavaScript for that and that’s not a thing you can do with ABP. I only did this because I’m impatient and decided not to wait until XKit decided to go through with the pull request and put out an update for their extension. I absolutely recommend using their solution when No Recommended updates to 2.2.2.

Context: we had just infiltrated the enemy’s base and cleared the enemy soldiers out of one of the lower rooms. The paladin (me) had just found a pretty important looking key.

Rogue: I’m going to steal the key.

DM: Alright, both of you roll.

*Rogue rolls a nat 20 on her slight of hand check, while I roll a 1 on perception*

DM: Alright rogue, you have successfully stolen the key. Uh, paladin, you are super convinced you still have the key to the point that you can still envision it and feel​ it in your hands.

Me: *approaches a locked door* Alright guys! I’m going to try the key on this door.

DM: Roll a perception check to see if you notice you don’t have the key anymore.

*I roll another 1*

DM: In your mind, the door opens to reveal a room full of the cutest puppies you’ve ever seen, who jump all over you and lick your face. 

Me: Oh my god, you guys! Look at these adorable puppies!!

DM: Everyone else in the party sees you rolling around on the floor, giggling about the puppies that don’t exist.

Monk: So… We’re just leaving her here, right?

SO I HAD A THOUGHT @ WORK AND I’M JUST GOING TO LEAVE IT HERE

Ok, so. Flug n BH’s relationship is basically a secret between them right???

Imagine if you will: Somehow, the cat’s out of the bag. Idk how, but just imagine that suddenly it’s found out among the villain community.that they’re a thing.

Naturally, there is the concern of BH’s reputation

Of course, he’s a world-destroying eldritch beast that doesn’t need to bat an eye at what other villains think bc he’s fucking Black Hat and could murder everybody, but he’s trying to make a respectable name for himself and his business, here! So damn, if those baddies start getting the idea in their head that BH is this lovestruck fool now, what will that mean for his hard-earned reputation and business? It’ll be affected terribly, right?

Nope

Complete opposite. Everyone’s ecstatic. Their viewers ship it to the moon and back, The news is very positively received.

So of course after the initial surprise wears off, BH being the businessman he is, capitalizes on this shit. They start doing live broadcasts n shit and Black Hat’s like, “Call this number to order now! For each phone ring I hear, the doctor gets a kiss from yours truly!~”

*phones start ringing off the hook*

“Lmao, you thirsty bitches” *smooches the nerd multiple times*

And Flug, flustered as he may get, just goes along with it because what the fuck that’s adorable??? And he’s super touched that BH is so willing and open to be all lovey of him and isn’t ashamed of Flug and aaaaaaAAAAA he’s always a slut for validation??????

Demencia starts up betting pools on how fucking fluffy these two are going to get on today’s program

And best of all, it has an amazing impact on many of their customers, because wow. Imagine what a huge insecurity this must be among villains? Like, ‘Oh no, I feel love for another therefore I am weak and a terrible villain’ and that kind of shit affects their performance badly because inner conflict I would think??? But then they see fucking Black Hat, icon of all that is evil, happily and shamelessly being all lovey with his partner on live TV like it ain’t no big thing, and it’s like, ‘Woah. If he can do that, then I’ve been worrying over nothing.” AND LIKE???? MORE CRIMINAL LOVE ALL AROUND ADGFHDHFKGVGHJKN

TL;DR: I had this tangent going on in my head all day and I just wanted to get it written down ASAP before I forgot, it’s unimportant and dumb and has probably been said before in better words, ignore my random bs lol

context: it was the first session in the campaign & i’m known to be chaotic. anyways, i was playing a rogue who got trapped in the basement with the party & because, back then, none of the characters knew each other yet, my rogue just went “fuck it, i’m leaving”. 

my rogue gets to the door at the top of the stairs & says: yo i want this door opened

he didn’t really expect anyone but then he sees this eye staring at him from a peephole & the eye says: no, you need to complete the mission first

my rogue: what mission

said eye thinks my party was the group of adventurers he paid so the eye says: bringing the girl back, i’m not opening the door until you bring her back in one piece

so i said to myself well what would my rogue do, the answer was: okay i’m going to stab the eye with my rapier

DM: okay sure

me: wait wtf you’re going to let me do that

DM: yeah

i stab the eye, turns out the guy at the other side of the door was a high noble whose family had complete control over the city my party was in

& that was how i single-handedly made my party fugitives

Tom Holland dating reader who is the same age as Sam and Harry

° Tom would be overprotective of her

° Same thing for Harrison

° reader and the twins instantly clicking cause they’re the same age

° Spending times with the twins

° Sam teaching you how to play the Piano

° Tom would be jealous but he won’t admit it

° The twins teasing you and Tom ALL THE FUCKIN’ TIME

° Especially Harry cause he’s an asshole

° Tom thinks your relationship is so cute

° Helping the twins with their homework

° Study nights with the twins

° You would sit on the bed, Sam on the desk and Harry would be on the floor

° Tom barging into the room to annoy the shit out of you

° “ Babe come and cuddle with me”

° “ Tom we have a fuckin’ exam tomorrow”

° “ But I wanna cuddle with you”

° Sam laughing quietly cause his older brother looks like a baby waiting to be cuddled and appreciated 😂

° Harry rolling his eyes cause Tom is acting like a damn fuckin’ child

° Tom ending up cuddling with you on the bed while you are all Studying

° Tom won’t stop talking

° “ wait I know the answer to this one”

° “SHUT UP”

° Tom giving you all the offended look

° Paddy loving you so much

° Harrison and the twins pranking you and Tom most of the time

° Nikki Snapping photos of you and Tom when you’re not aware

° Dom loving your sense of humour

° The Hollands attending your graduation with your family

( the boys are not in the same school as you because they probably go to a school for boys only like Tom)

° Tom crying during your speech

° Nikki / Harry capturing that moment

° The boys cheering for you when you’re handed your diploma

° Tom being so proud of his girl

° Harry taking photos of you both

° Having these photos framed and you take them with you to collage

° “I am going to miss you darling” (DARLING)

° “ You’re gonna make me cry”

° You both end up being a crying mess

° When you let go and walk away and he just can’t stop himself and runs after you

° TOM HUGGING YOU TIGHTLY

°"Babe I have to go “

° ” just one last kiss"

° He kisses you passionetly that you almost ALMOST back out from the collage thing just to stay with him 😍

° The Twins calling you to let you know that they have been accepted at the same Uni as you

° “ OH MY GOD, GUYS I AM SO EXCITED”

° Tom would be a little relieved that the twins are gonna be with you

° Tom surprising you 😏😏😏

° You Help the boys with their bags

° “ What did you guys put in this bag?” you said when you saw Them carrying a big bag together

° “ Hey Y/N do you mind opening the bag and unpack our stuff? I really need to use the toilet”

° “ Yeah and I need to go get our schedules”

° “ kay!!”

° Harry being a sneeky little shit peaking from the toilet’s door to see your reaction

° Sam didn’t go to get their schedules he was just hiding somewhere 😂😂😂

° You opening the bag and Tom jumping out of it

°"MISS ME BABE? “

°” Holy **** you scared the shit out of me"

° You guys hugging each other tightly

° Harry Snapping more pictures of you……as always

° Spending the night with tom at your dorm leaving the boys to unpack

° Harry keeps on complaining about how you and Tom should of helped Them unpack as a thank you for carrying Tom all the way there

° “ I mean he was so bloody heavy”

° Sam rolling his eyes because he’s not that much of a complainer 😂😂😂

° Yours and Tom’s conversation be like “ But how did they let you through the airport in a bag?” “Darling they put me in the bag after we got out of the airport” “Oh”

°Tom laughing at you

° Blushing like crazy “stop laughing at me”

°" Sorry Princess" 😍

° “ But imagine if the security gaurds found your skeleton on the scanner” you wondering out loud with wide eyes imagining the situation

° Tom laughing AGAIN at your “imagining face”

° “ Aaah darling you’re really one of a kind”

°Him kissing your forehead

° Sleeping in each other’s arms not caring what your dorm mate thinks

° ALL of you Facetime-ing Nikki, Dom and Paddy from the boys’ room

° Having fun with the guys till the end of the week

° Tom whining about Having to go back and leave

° “ Don’t worry Babe I have Harry and Sam to look after me”

° “ I know darling I just want to be with you all the time”

° LOTS OF HUGS AND CUDDLING AND KISSING

° You and Tom managing to get over the difficulties of a long distance relationship

°Harry and Sam scaring away any guy who tries to make a move on you 😂😂😂

Originally posted by shoot-the-smiley

Hold me tight -Tom Holland

A/N: This is some angsty shit because I feel that way lately. It has a fluffy ending though! Hope you like it? Enjoy!!

You came home to Toms apartment and unlocked the door with the key he had given you five months into your relationship. You closed the door behind you and kicked your shoes off before taking your jacket off and wandering to the kitchen. You opened a cupboard and took a glas out to pour yourself some water. After you emptied the glass you leaned against the counter and looked out the window. It was a rainy thursday afternoon, the clouds were blocking the sun and it was very grey and depressing outside. You let out a sigh and put your glas into the sink.
“Hey.” The voice of Tom made you jump and you pressed your palm against your chest and closed your eyes.
“Shit. You scared me.” you said and opened up your eyes to look at him.
“Sorry.” he apologized and walked over to you. He put his hands on your hips and was about to lean down but you pushed him gently away.
“I’m - going to take a shower.” you said and he furrowed his brows not understanding why you were so cold to him.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concern showing in his features.
“Yeah. I’m fine.” you said and walked past him.
“Are you sure?” he asked again and you rolled your eyes.
“I’m fine.” you said, now annoyance echoing in your voice and he decided to let it go.
After you took a shower, you did not go back into the living room. You went into the bedroom and laid down while scrolling through your phone.

Tom was really confused why you were not talking to him but he also did not want to push you even though he was concerned. After two hours he finally pealed himself off the couch and walked over to his bedroom to check on you. There you were, lying on your side, legs pulled up to your chest, one hand under your head and the other one holding your phone. You didn’t even look up when Tom came in and kept your eyes fixed on the phone.
“Hey, uh…Do you want to eat something? We could order in?” he offered but you shook your head. He furrowed his brows and leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms infront of his chest.

“Alright. What’s going on? What happened?” he finally asked and was growing impatient with every second now.
“Nothing.”

“Can you atleast look at me while we’re talking?” he said a little angry and you looked over your phone into his eyes.
“What?” you asked and he let his arms fall to his sides.
“I want you to tell me what is going on.” he said and you sighed while sitting up.
“And I told you: Nothing. Why can’t you let it go?”

“I can’t because you are spreading negativity. If you would talk to me we could solve it and go back to normal. I’m tired of having to pull everything out of you,” he said and ran his fingers desperatly through his hair.

“Then don’t!” you finally yelled and got up from the bed.
“I’m trying to keep to myself so I don’t spread my mood but you keep digging and digging. I’m feeling down, okay? I feel worn out. Maybe I’m depressed I don’t know. I feel anxious and stressed out because I have this feeling that I can’t handle the stuff that is going on in my life right now. Can you help me with any of this?” you asked, your voice shaking and your hands thrown into the air.

“No, you can’t,” you added when he didn’t speak up and let your hands fall to your sides.
“And that’s why I keep it to myself. Most of the time I can handle it but sometimes I can’t. And that’s when I need my space so I can work on it without affecting anyone around me.”

Tom was speachless. He couldn’t bare the thought of you struggling without telling anyone. He ran his fingers through his hair once more and took a deep breath. As soon as he stepped forward you rose your hand and gestured him to stay still.
“I need to be alone right now. If you’re heart doesn’t allow you to give me space I can leave and come back when I’m done gathering myself.” you said and his eyes widened and he suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.

“Take as much time as you need. Just don’t go.” he said quickly and stepped back. He closed the door behind him and you were alone again but this time you felt empty. This little bickering between Tom and you stirred up your emotions more than they already were. You put your face into your palms and leaned your elbows on your thighs. Tears started to build in your eyes and soon you were sobbing. You knew that Tom didn’t deserve to be yelled at. He was concerned about you and was only trying to help because he cared. But when things got too much you liked to take a step back and at times like this any tiny thing could set you off.

You laid back down on your side and pulled your knees to your chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible. You must’ve cried yourself to sleep because when you opened your eyes the room was dark, only the street lights glistening through the curtains, and your eyes felt puffy and drained. You looked over your shoulder and saw Tom sleeping right next to you. He was sleeping on his side and the moonlight was lighting half of his face making him look soft and at peace. He was wearing an old blue t-shirt which had moved up his body a bit. Your throat was dry from all the crying so you stood up without making any noise and tiptoed out of the room into the kitchen. You did not open any lights because your eyes were very sensitive to light and you could see pretty much everything. You opened the cupboard and took a glas out before taking cold water out of the fridge. You were drinking your second glas while looking out of the window when you heared footsteps behind you.

You looked over your shoulder to see Tom standing in the doorframe, leaning against it.
“Hey.” he said giving you a dejavu and you smiled a little. His hair was all tousled standing up into every direction. He brushed his hand through his hair trying to controll the situation on his head a little but it didn’t work as he wanted it to and made you chuckle.
“Come here.” you said and you two met each other in the middle of the kitchen.
You brushed his hair back with your hands making them look less chaotic. He watched you the whole time and admired your beauty silently. Your eyes were focused on his hair and you were biting your lip and he smiled at your concentration. He enjoyed your gentle touch and his heart skipped a beat. It was such an innocent but caring gesture of you that it made his heart swell.

“That doesn’t look too bad.” you said finally and leaned your hands on your hips and looked into his eyes.
“If you say so.” he chuckled and wasn’t sure if he should touch you or not.
“Not that it didn’t look good before. I like your hair in any shape.” you said and looked down to your feet, suddenly feeling insecure. You wanted to apologize, you wanted to say something but you felt a knot in your throat.
You looked up into his eyes and he was waiting patiently for you to make the first step. He didn’t want to push you, he wanted to give you space so you could make up your mind on your own.

“There is so much weight on my shoulders right now which is painfully stressfull. I know it will pass but I can’t help it. Most of the time I can handle the pressure. But there are days where I feel like drowning. Like there is no light at the end of the tunnel. But I also know that this will pass too. That’s the reason why I don’t tell you or anyone about it. It’s temporary. It’s not worth talking about it. I can handle it you know. I’ve been handling it forever.” you rambled and fiddled with your fingers,“I didn’t mean to yell at you though. I’m sorry.” you apologized and looked up into his eyes again.

“Can I say something?” he said with a little smile on his lips and you nodded.
“I know that you can handle what’s going on in your head and in your life. I have no doubt. But I want to be there for you. You don’t need to tell me everything if you don’t want to. But a relationship is based on trust and understanding. Don’t shut me out. Tell me what’s going on and I’ll respect your way of dealing with it. Just talk to me.” he said and you looked down trying to surpress the tears.
“I’m sorry.”

“No, no. Don’t be sorry. No one apologizes for having a wound or a broken bone, you shouldn’t too. It’s okay.” he said and stepped closer.
“I love you.” you finally blurted out and looked into his eyes and he smiled back. I don’t deserve you, you wanted to add but didn’t.
“I love you too.” he answered and put his hands hesitantly on your hips.
He leaned in to give you a kiss on your forhead and hugged you afterwards.

“You’re not perfect. Neither am I. And that’s perfectly fine.” he said and you smiled against his chest and breathed his comforting scent in.
“Aren’t you supposed to say something like: But you are perfect to me?” you teased him and you knew that he rolled his eyes even if you couldn’t see it.
“You’re such a mood killer.” he sighed and you chukled against his chest while tightening your hug. No matter how far you’d fall he would always be there to pick you up. Even if it meant standing in the kitchen at 3am in the morning.

anonymous asked:

Concept: they actually carry Eddie out of the sewer and he makes it (just barely) so he and Richie finally get to live their gay truth

oh my goood

But like they make it to a hospital and sure, the other losers stay there nearly 24\7 but richie is there every minute of the day. He refuses to even go to the cafeteria so bill and Stan has to go get the food for everyone. Richie irritating every nurse in the joint with millions of questions and shit and one nurse goes “your boyfriend will be okay” “he’s not my boyfriend” and that nurse looks dead ass in his face like r u fucking kidding me

Then later on Eddie gets so annoyed when richie won’t leave him alone. Richie does everything for him and eddie has had enough “RICHIE I CAN OPEN THE DOOR MYSELF” “I THINK I CAN WALK ACROSS THE ROOM FOR THE REMOTE YOU DIPSHIT” but Richie is on high key worried boyfriend zone and he goes “no eddie spaghetti let your good pal Richie take care of ya”

A Lover like Mine

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky likes to finger fuck you… and his tongue can write sonnets on your pussy

Word Count: 1811

Warnings: nsfw, oral sex (female receiving) 

Author’s Note: old fic

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To say that Bucky has always been a gentle lover would be an understatement if you never admitted it yourself.

The man showers you with all his affection, praises and pleases you like you’re the last woman standing on this Earth. He worships the land you walk on. Takes notice of every little detail of you, your mood, your body. And oh dear lord, do you love it when he takes care of you.

So, right now when he gazes at you, it’s so hard to not stare back at him. You tried to, but you were also tired of pretending to be asleep when he was practically burning holes onto your side.

“How long before you wake up and notice me, doll?” Bucky’s cockiness makes an upward tilt to appear on your lips, eyes still close but the husky tone in his voice betrayed your body language.

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