the crazy little boy

Ice cream

Draco grunted as he fumbled with the collar of his dress shirt. His face was contorted in distaste as he felt little beads of sweat running down his neck. Ugh, disgusting! Potter had already pointed out that it was far too hot outside to be wearing a dress shirt, but Draco refused to wear the kind of sordid clothes Potter seemed to love so much. It suited him, of course, but Draco had a reputation to uphold.

That was a bit of a stupid reason, even Draco had to admit it, seeing as they were out and about in Muggle London, but Draco, unlike Potter, had class.

Them being friends was still very new to him and definitely needed some getting used to. Potter seemed already comfortable around Draco, always blabbering on about this and that, bumping Draco’s arm with his elbow, grinning at him mischievously…

Blaise had remarked that it very much seemed like he and Potter were dating, but that was just ridiculous. They had just met for coffee a few times, had gone to the movies (Potter’s idea of course and Draco was still a bit traumatised) and had gone for a few walks, like now. Yes, Draco had been a little surprised earlier when Potter had asked him if he wanted to come back to his place later for dinner, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary, was it? Friends did that… right?

As they continued walking down the street, Draco peered sideways and saw that Potter’s face was rather flushed and there were little beads of sweat running down his neck, too.

“Maybe we should have stayed inside today,” Potter wheezed. “I honestly don’t understand how you haven’t fainted yet.” He gazed at Draco’s shirt and his cloth trousers in discomfort.

“Well,” Draco began, eyeing Potter’s burgundy T-shirt and his short trouser, which reached to his knees, “I was taught elegance is a virtue, as well as endurance. Clearly, a concept which seems to be lost on you.” He let his eyes wander over Potter’s body and gave him an appraising look when their eyes met again. Potter seemed to stifle a giggle.

“What?” Draco snapped.

“Endurance,” Potter snorted. “Alright then.” He flashed Draco a toothy grin. Draco had no idea what was so funny about that, but didn’t get the chance to ask. Potter’s eyes had focused on something on the other side of the street. Draco turned around, but had no idea what had caught Potter’s attention.

“Wait here,” Potter told him and and sprinted off. Draco crossed his arms over his chest, huffing. What was Potter up to? And how dare he make Draco wait alone in the middle of the street like this?

Draco tapped his foot impatiently as the minutes passed by. When Potter finally came into view again, Draco saw that he was holding… two ice lollies?

“Here,” Potter said enthusiastically, holding one out to Draco. He gave it a quick glance and made a face.

“No thank you,” he grunted.

“What? Why?”

“I don’t like ice cream,” Draco shrugged. Potter’s eyes widened at that.

“What? How can you not like ice cream?” He sounded genuinely baffled.

“I just don’t.”

Potter kept staring at him, the incomprehension at Draco’s revelation clearly visible on his face.

“You’re dripping,” Draco noted with a raised eyebrow.

“What? Oh!” Only now did Potter seem to notice that the ice lollies were melting quickly, dripping all over his hands. He lifted one hand to his mouth and dragged his tongue over his knuckles slowly. Mesmerised, Draco watched as Potter did the same thing to his other hand.

“You sure you don’t want it?” Potter asked, oblivious to Draco’s sudden inner turmoil. Not trusting his voice at this moment, he just waved a dismissive hand in the air. Potter shrugged and lifted one of the ice lollies to his mouth.

Sweet Merlin!

Draco almost choked as Potter’s lips closed around the ice lollie. He pushed it deeper into his mouth and started sucking. Draco had to control himself not to clutch his chest in surprise. He winced when Potter made a slurping noise.

“You know,”  Potter said happily, “I had my first ice lolly when I was ten years old. I really like them.”

Draco had trouble concentrating on what Potter was saying, but still, a frown formed on his face.

“You hadn’t had ice cream before that?”

Potter shook his head and looked at the two ice lollies in his hands. They were both dripping like mad. He lifted one to his mouth again and licked it, painfully slow, from the bottom up, before sticking it in his mouth again. This time, he twirled it around, before releasing it again with a little ‘pop’.

Draco was sure he was about to faint. The heat wasn’t exactly helping, either.

“Potter,” he spluttered. He stepped forward and gazed at his mouth intently. “Ugh, you really are an imbecile, aren’t you?”

Potter’s mouth and his chin were smeared with the remnants of the ice lolly. Draco reached out and stroked the corner of Potter’s mouth with his thumb. He saw Potter’s adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

“It’s sticky,” Draco muttered. He wasn’t really aware that he was leaning down, until his tongue made contact with Potter’s skin. Surprised by his own boldness, he quickly stepped back.

“I don’t know why I did that.”

Potter was flushed and he looked like he was trying to decide something.

“Sod that,” he suddenly muttered and let go of the two ice lollies. Before they hit the ground, Potter had his arms around Draco’s neck and their lips pressed together. Draco made a startled sound when Potter’s tongue pushed into his mouth. He tasted like artificial oranges. Yuck! But the things Potter apparently could do with that tongue…

“Let’s go back to my place,” Potter panted after a few moments. “Oh, but first, let me go back to that store real quick.”

Draco frowned.

“Why?”

“Because,” Potter said with one of his mischievous grins, “I want more ice cream.” He dropped his voice to a low, seductive whisper. “I want creamy, rich chocolate ice cream.” Draco shuddered at the way Potter was looking at him. “And I plan to lick it off your chest and out of your navel.”

This time, Draco really did choke. He recovered rather quickly, however, and grabbed Potter’s hand.

“Merlin, what are we waiting for?”

Groundbreaking Female Comic Book Store Owner Now Appears on a Marvel Cover

Ariell Johnson has been collecting comic books for more than a decade, but she’ll soon add a very personal one to her collection.

The 33-year-old founder and president of Amalgam Comics & Coffeehouse, Inc. in Philadelphia will appear on a variant cover of “Invincible Iron Man #1.”

The first image of the book, which goes on sale next month and features Johnson having a meal with new Marvel superhero RiRi Williams, is below.

Johnson said she owes the collaboration to her colleague Randy Green, whom she said spearheaded the project and conceptualized the cover.

“When the email went out about potential variants for stores, he was really excited and took it upon himself to work out the [details]. It was really his hard work,” she told ABC News. “I knew what it was supposed to look like, but having the actual art in front of you is so much different. It’s really exciting.”

Not that she hasn’t earned it. Johnson opened Amalgym last December, becoming the first black, female comic book store owner on the East Coast. However, her obsession of all things geek really began around age 10 or 11, when she discovered “X-Men” character Storm. Johnson credits the character, one of the first black, female superheroes, with being “the bridge that got me into this world.”

“To think I made it a decade-plus and I had never seen a black, woman superhero is crazy because little white boys have so many [with whom they identify]: ‘I want to be Iron Man!’ 'I want to be Batman!’ 'I want to be Superman.’ 'I want to be Han Solo!’ When you are a person of color, you’re scraping the bottom of the barrel to find someone you can identify with. I always felt like I was watching other people’s adventures,” she explained. “Being introduced to Storm was a pivotal moment for me because had I not come across her, I might have grown out of my love for [comics].”

After graduating from cartoons to comics in high school, Johnson began buying her own books in college. Her Friday routine was comforting: She’d go to the comic book store to get her weekly stash, and then take the books across the street to her favorite coffee shop, where she’d read them over a hot chocolate and piece of cake. When the coffee shop was forced to close some 10 years ago, Johnson decided it was up to her to create a space that gave her the same feeling of warmth.

“The goal is to be an inclusive geek space,” she said. “So it’s not just comics; it’s gaming, it’s sci-fi, it’s horror, whatever you geek about, we want to make room for you!”

She’s also proven to be a role model for girls and women. Johnson, who points to Marvel’s diverse cast of characters and story lines as proof that the industry is evolving in a positive way, said that she’s worked hard to make sure that everybody feels welcome at Amalgam.

“I had a girl tell me I had an excellent book selection and she was 7 or 8. I don’t know how welcome she might feel in some other spaces,” she said. “Women exist in this space! We’ve always been reading comic books, we just may not have been as open about it. I definitely get very positive feedback from not just little girls, but grown women too.”

Reunion

- Where Harry and Anne reunite after 6 years. 

Part 1

Masterlist linked in bio


Harry didn’t sleep the night before their departure.

In fact, Harry could barely sit still for the past three days from all the anxiousness inside of him. He was already packed—already had everything he needed right beside the front door—yet he still couldn’ stop fidgeting.t

It was three in the morning when Harry decided to have a makeshift date inside their apartment. Their flight was planned to leave at 7, which ultimately lead them to spend the whole night awake due to Harry’s inevitable excitement.

They were hungry and Harry needed to do something proper for Y/n, especially after everything she had done for him. But he had already done so much for her within the past two weeks that she almost didn’t let him spend so much time making them a second dinner. 

But he just wouldn’t take no for an answer and she ultimately didn’t mind. It was quite entertaining watching him cook in quick movements, occasionally laughing at the television set as Friends played quietly in the corner. It was rare for them to have quality moments like this, and although they are together for hours every day, the spontaneous aspects of their relationship died down the more they worked.

Harry had also decorated the kitchen as much as he could. With a few spare candles, a couple supermarket flowers, a bottle of cheap wine, and the small hum of from his thrifted radio—he was really setting an ambiance that made Y/n flustered.

Harry clicks off the television and turns down the lights before turning around to look at Y/n, who’s resting her cheek in her hand as she watches him in such an admirable way that Harry’s heart jumps in his chest.

The light of the candles illuminates her body in a way that almost makes her look so pure, where parts of her remain a silhouette while the rest of her glows in reflection. He feels his palms begin to sweat and feels that familiar tug in his heart when he watches her blink at him in nothing short of falling in love all over again.

He finds it humorous, really—just how much his body reacts to her after all this time.

“You’re looking gorgeous, you know.”

Even in the dim room does he notice her cheeks blush with pink. She hums softly, swiftly lifting her head from her hand and making her way from the chair to waltz over to where he’s leaning against the counter.

She snakes her arms around his waist, underneath the fabric of the apron that’s still tied to his neck before resting her chin upon his chest. Her hands rub up and down his bare back while his hands claim their territory on her waist.

“And you,” she smirks, her hands now roaming to his abdomen and resting upon the ferns inked perfectly on this skin, “you look as beautiful and handsome as ever.”

He sighs in amusement before bending down some to press a kiss upon her lips. It’s quite rough and lustful, however, it’s nothing less than passionate.

Y/n’s hands are relentless along his body and Harry knows it’s because they never have the time to have a proper date. And although what he’d set up in the kitchen isn’t practically proper, it’s the most they can make from the circumstances and Y/n can’t appreciate it enough.

“Keep touching me like that and we’ll be missing our little date.” He chuckles against her lips, “And you’ll be covered in marks when you see my mom again. Know you wouldn’t like that.”

“Wouldn’t.” She shakes her head softly, “Not asking for anything more, just—“ she sighs, her arms now slinging over his shoulders with her fingers intertwined behind his neck in hopes of somehow moving him closer than he already is, “just wanna love on you a bit.”

Her forehead is pressed to his collarbone with her eyes closed, just embracing every last bit of him. No matter how they live, they always manage to make the most out of the very little they have and she knows she wouldn’t be so content if she was living so shitty without him.

He rocks her back and forth gently between his arms, knowing very well that he’s been blessed with something much more than her love. And as much as he wants to express it, there are days he never gets the chance to, so it’s times like these he’s able to make up for all his missing affection.

“Would love to stay like this all night, love, but we have two hours until we have to make our way to the airport and I’d really love it if we enjoy our last dinner alone for the next month.”


“I can’t believe this is really happening.” He whispers, his hand tugging back the roots of his hair as they finally settle into their designated seats.

As much as Harry prepared for this moment, there was really nothing that could have prevented him from becoming so overwhelmed. He could feel the excitement burry in his bones, so much so his entire body feels as if it’s clenching as a way to relieve it.

In only four hours he’ll be in his hometown of Holmes Chapel, and in nearly five hours he’ll be right back at home, snuggled on the couch with his mum and girlfriend watching a stupid romantic comedy him and Anne always watched when he was a kid. He’s been waiting too goddamn long to live that moment and no it’s only five hours away.

Y/n giggles when his hands run down his cheeks with an open mouthed smile. She’s highly amused by how shocked he still is, despite the fact that he had a decent amount of time to wrap his head around the situation. She thinks it’s the damn cutest thing and she wants that smile on him forever; he’s never looked prettier.

“Well, you better believe it because it’s definitely happening. Just a plane ride away from being right where you need to be right now.”

He smiles softly at her before reaching over to press her against him. The armrest in their way of getting closer but neither of them seem to mind as she leans over to kiss his lips gently.

“Work so hard, you deserve this.”

“My sweets.” He mumbles against her lips, his eyes kept closed as he rests his mouth against the corner of her lips, his arms held tightly around her as he embraces the feeling of her against him—a feeling of which he could never grow tired of. “You’re my everything, you know. Don’t know what I’d do without you. Can’t thank you enough.”

“Hm” she hums graciously, shuffling to find room to scoot her body closer to his.

Her cheeks heat up at his words and the way his hands caress her body in the most delicate way possible. Her entire world is held right up against her and she’s never been more grateful to have sacrificed so much of her time for him. He deserves so much more than what he has and not a part of her doubts that for a second.

Her mouth grazes his t-shirt covered shoulder with a smile on her lips.

“You’ve thanked me enough, know you have.”

His hand makes its way to her cheek, pinching the skin softly between the pads of his fingers while her head moves from his shoulder up so that she can look at him.

“Thanked me a lot.” She chuckles.

Harry smirks, his eyes gleaming between a mix of lust and adoration as he remembers it all. Long, long passionate and lustful nights spent between their sheets, soaking each other in and Harry giving her quite literally all he had. Since spending money was no option, making love to her was the most valuable thing he could provide her with to show just how thankful he was. And even though he wanted to give her more—like a diamond ring to finalize their future or a dozen of roses every day until the departure—his love was really all he had and hearing her in pure euphoria made up for all the guilt in his chest.

Y/n didn’t want more, though. Having him was enough—spending forever with him and being there for him was really all she needed. The material didn’t matter; they were just details that weren’t needed when it came to their relationship. She knew how thankful he was—the endless tears and the constant affection showed her just how appreciative he was and she didn’t want it any other way.

His lips press to hers again, only briefly, before he rests his head back against the seat. He really doesn’t know how he’s gotten so lucky—how he ever deserved somebody like her in his life. She’s his beacon of hope in the midst of his failed and miserable life, and really the only thing that keeps him going through the continuous rough patches.

She’s his absolute everything, and he knows he’d be nothing without her.

“Loving you is the best thing I’ve ever done. Could never love you enough.” He whispers, his fingers reaching out to where her hand is placed on the armrest between them. “Don’t know how I can be without you for three weeks. Not going to get used to it, haven’t been without you for over six years now.”

Y/n’s thought about that, too. She just doesn’t know how to be on her own. There hasn’t been a night she hasn’t fallen asleep next to him and a morning she hasn’t woken up beside him, and she’s not so sure how she’ll cope with him being away for so long.

He’s succumbed every part of her life to the point where he has become her life. Outside of their apartment is nothing but obligations and dead end opportunities, whereas at home—with Harry—there’s everything she’s ever needed. She’s been with him for so long that she genuinely doesn’t know how to be away from him. And although it does sadden her, knowing that Harry will be back in his childhood home is enough to overcome the sorrow in her heart. This is the moment he’s been waiting for and she wouldn’t trade it for the world.

She closes her eyes softly as she places her head on his shoulder, making sure to run over thumb over the palm of his hand as she does so. She rubs her cheek against his skin while she lets out a quiet yawn, finding comfort against his body as her body slowly turns to rest.

“I’m sure you’ll be just fine, sweetums.” She yawns again, “Nothing’s going to be better than a month back at home. Your inner little mummy’s boy is going to go crazy.”

Harry and Y/n both chuckle at her words, both fully aware that even though they won’t be together for a while, Anne is very much well worth it.

Y/n begins to doze off against his shoulder, which Harry would normally find captivatingly endearing and would normally take it upon himself to admire her as she does so—like he always does back at their home—but staying in his seat is almost too much steadiness for his adrenaline can handle. Despite the very little to no sleep Harry has gotten the past two days, there isn’t a single part of his body that isn’t awake and jumping in anticipation for what the next four hours could bring him.

“Next stop, Holmes Chapel.”


“Holy fuck! This is it, Y/n! This is where I used to work!” Harry smiles broadly, quite nearly jumping in his seat as he points to the little town bakery he’s never shut up about.

Y/n is completely mesmerized by it all. Even though the ride from the airport to his house was no less than forty minutes, she has already seen so much of what shaped Harry into the man he is now. Between the bakery, the schools he attended, and where his favorite memories have taken place, it’s as if Y/n is witnessing the life Harry had before her.

Everything Harry has ever talked about is coming to life right before her, and her eyes water at the sight. Although Harry and Y/n have been together for a little over a year before they decided to move away, she has never visited his home town.

It wasn’t that they were necessarily that far from each other, it was just that Y/n grew up much less fortunate than Harry (and he wasn’t very fortunate, to begin with). Her parents were only ever around at night since they worked all throughout the day. Y/n didn’t have a car—or much of anything, really—so Harry visiting her was really the only option they had when it came to seeing each other.

Despite the slight travel it took for them to be together, when they were together, they were together for a while. Whether it was long weekends or even an entire week, their entire relationship was really only built in the confines of her shared studio apartment. It was enough for them, though, at the time.

So between that year spent primarily in Y/n’s hometown, she had only ever had the chance of seeing Anne whenever she had dropped Harry off or picked Harry up. Sure, their parents had met for a small dinner and Anne did visit a couple of other times, but it was nothing how this planned week was going to be with her. Even Y/n is more excited than she expected to be.

“It’s beautiful, Harry. All of this is beautiful, I can’t wait to properly meet your mum.”

“Oh, me too!” He beams. “You have no idea, Y/n! I just know you are going to be acting like best friends by the end of the week! She already loves you so much and she’s going to love you more after this!”

Harry spends the rest of the car ride talking to Y/n about his life back in Cheshire. He talks about the holidays he spent with his family, all the friends he’s made from school and all the local shops, and even talks about what it’s like at home. She finds him repeating himself an awful lot, as if his brain is operating hyperactively but Y/n doesn’t mind a bit. He carries such a love for his childhood that Y/n envies greatly, and his passion when it comes to his family and friends made her heart swell in an entirely different way.  

It’s when the taxi finally turns into his neighborhood does Harry really start to jitter. His legs keep bouncing, his hands keep moving his hair around, his breathing turns harsh, and the words he tries to speak keep stuttering from his mouth.

“We’re here!”

Before the taxi has the time to come to a complete stop at his driveway, Harry is already swinging the door open and nearly throwing himself onto the concrete. Y/n barely has time to follow after him as he begins to run to where Anne is standing by the front door.

“Mumma!”

“Harry!” Anne breathes out, tears already falling freely from her eyes as she begins to meet him halfway.

Harry’s body crashes with hers, his arms wildly moving around Anne’s back as he squeezes her against him. This is the first time he’s felt her in so long that the feeling of her holding him again mixed with her familiar scent—vanilla and cinnamon spice—is like all of Harry’s fondest memories coming back to him.

His mum is here, holding him, kissing his face like she’s never seen it before, sobbing into his shoulder with words he hasn’t heard her speak in years. The reality of it is hitting him so hard, it’s like the world around him disappears into absolute nothingness and his head begins to feel light, almost as if he feels he’s not really existing in this moment but God, he is. He really is.

He’s hysterical, cradling his mum’s head against his chest the way she did to him when he was a child. The tears from his eyes are falling upon her head and her tears are soaking through his t-shirt but neither of them care—neither of them feel it—because the only thing they feel is the overwhelming relief washing over their worries of never seeing each other again.

“Mumma!” He sobs again, his arms practically refusing to let her go, “I m—missed you so m—much, mum. I can’t—I can’t—“

“I know baby, I know.” She weeps. “I missed you so much, my darling.”


It took them twenty minutes before they decided it was time to let go from one another. Tears were still welled up in their eyes and their cheeks were stained from the fallen ones, and even through the blurry sight from the wetness does Anne notice how much Harry has changed throughout the years.

She remembers him being so much more frail, and the stable on his chin showed no sign of being before he moved. His hair is much shorter now than ever before and she has never seen her son so handsome in her entire life.

“You’ve grown up so much!” She exclaims, her hands pressing against his cheeks as she beams up at him. “Look at you, Harry! You’re such a man. You’re the man I always imagined you being and I am so proud of you.”

But I’m a failure he thinks. He’s done absolutely nothing but fail her and it’s something he’ll never be able to forgive himself for. He was her last chance of hope and he completely blew it. For her to stand in front of him and to look him in the eye and genuinely be so proud of him, Harry will never understand.

He shakes his head, though, refusing to let his negative thoughts get to him for the remainder of the trip. This is such a special time for him and he refuses to beat himself up—especially here, especially when he’s with his mum.

Instead, he diverts his attention to the woman in front of him. She’s his rock, his provider through all he’s been through, and the woman that gave him his life. He hadn’t seen her in six years and now that she is here, he notices how she’s still just as beautiful and lovely she looks—how he always remembered her being.

“But you, mum! You haven’t aged a bit! You still look not a day over thirty, I hope to God I get your genes; would be an utter blessing.”

Y/n watches fondly as Harry and Anne make up all the lost time, their nonstop giggles and soft murmurs the only things to be heard on this quiet part of town.

She smiles softly when she sees them hug for what must have been the tenth time since their arrival. It’s truly a wonderful sight to see and Y/n finds it especially heartwarming. She knew Harry has always been a mummy’s boy, but she never got to witness it firsthand, so watching the way Harry treats her—as if she truly is a delicacy—is really something else.

Y/n carefully carries her and Harry’s suitcases from the driveway to the front door, careful to not be too loud or noticeable to interrupt their reunion. She knows they wouldn’t care if she did, however, but she doesn’t want to break them from their trances.

“And Y/n!” Anne nearly screams when she sees Y/n walking in the corner of her eye.

There’s a gasp behind her words as her hands reach up to cup her mouth. The woman who captivated Harry’s heart and made all of this possible is standing right before her, eyes wide with a wide grin on her face.

She’s as beautiful as ever, with her face all natural and her hair swaying perfectly in the wind. Anne has seen Y/n plenty of times through Skype calls but they’ve never done her justice. She’s as close to perfection Anne has ever imagined and she starts to cry again as she stares at the love of Harry’s life.

Anne instantly wraps her arms around Y/n, who quickly drops the baggage she was holding to properly greet her back.

“You’re so beautiful! So much more beautiful than I remember!”

Anne pushes her away softly to get a better look into her eyes, which are gleaming with nothing but love and admiration. Anne clicks her tongue with a smile, her thumbs rubbing against Y/n’s cheek as she begins to speak.

“Thank you so much for everything that you’ve done for us. This wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for you, my dear. And even though my Harry isn’t with me anymore, I am more than blessed to know he’s spending his life with somebody like you.”

Y/n lays her hands on top of where Anne has claimed hers against Y/n’s cheeks, almost as if to hold them in some type of appreciation or reassurance.

It’s calming to know that Anne doesn’t have any type of resentment toward her. Y/n has always felt like an intruder in Harry’s life, or a thief who’s taken him away from his family. Although that’s nowhere near the case, she always did have a fear that Anne would hold some tension with her.

Harry always reassured her that that’s something she never had to worry about, however, it was quite inevitable. But hearing Anne’s words in the sincerity that she spoke, all of the worries and doubts completely washed away.

“I would do anything for your son and I would do anything for his family. He is all I have, along with you, and I always put you guys first. I love him and I knew this was what he needed. I’m more than happy to have done this—for the both of you.”

Y/n leans in to hold her once again, for she has done nothing but bring positivity and love to both her and Harry throughout all the years. She deserves this as much as Harry does—if not more—and she won’t hesitate to keep her as happy as she makes them.

It isn’t long before Anne announces that she’s cooked lunch, which is waiting to be eaten upon the kitchen counter. She even grabs the suitcases before running back inside the house to finish setting the table.

“Not a real home cooked meal without a set table.” She’d always say.

Y/n and Harry are alone again. They’re standing on the patio, watching from the outside looking in on Anne moving in quick movements to make sure everything’s set in place. They giggle at her, admiring her from afar and embracing this undeniably beautiful feeling.

Y/n sighs contently before she makes the first move to go to where Anne is serving the food in the kitchen, but before she has time to even get her foot through the door, Harry’s got a hold on her wrist. He pulls her into him, where Y/n huffs from the unexpected collision of their chests.

“What are you—oh!“

His lips swallow the words she was previously speaking, his hand pushing her head right up against his so that her lips move deeper into his. He’s savoring the taste and embracing the feeling of her kisses, properly this time now that he’s not full of adrenaline.

“I fucking love you.” Harry growls when his lips are free from hers.

His fingers rake the hair from her scalp down to where the ends rest against her back, his eyes staring into her glossed ones as he keeps her close to him.

“What would I ever do without you, my love?”

Super Puppy Love: A Super Sons fic

Synopsis: Damian and Jon had gotten the hang of working together as the Super Sons. Just as Damian thought that he could make this team-up work, he runs into an unexpected snag: Jon has a crush on him.

Update: I made a sort of epilogue/continuation of this as a response to a story prompt. Check it out here!  Super Puppy Love: Jon actually explains why there’s a naked Damian in his bed.



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❝ I love you too, Jungkook. ❞

Plot: You’re an idol and you’re dating Jungkook. You show up at one of his fan sign and he says to everyone that you two are dating. 

Pairing: JungkookxReader 

Words count: 1,8k+

Genre: Fluff 

For anon, I hope you like it cutie! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

Deciding to go meet your boyfriend during a fan sign didn’t seem to be any more a great idea as at the beginning. The black mask covered your face and fortunately your eyes didn’t reveal much of who you were. Yet the feeling of being perpetually observed didn’t seem to disappear and so the anxiety increased to every minute that passed.  

But you haven’t seen Jungkook for weeks, and if that was the only way to change the situation, you’d be well-born to be discovered.  

“Next time I’ll close you in our room.” Your best friend muttered, as well as the leader of your group and the worst advocate in the world; making you smile amused from underneath the mask.  

“I didn’t ask you to come.. Then we repeated several times that we’re their fans, even if they discovered there I know hey couldn’t see anything strange… ”  

“YOU KNOW? I swear that if I read another article where they ship me and Taehyung I shoot myself. ”  

“What a bad thing Unnie…. In short, Taehyung is an incredible guy. ” You whispered in response, not understanding all that boredom towards that sweet and a little crazy boy. “Then he is also extremely beaut–”  

“But think of your boy!”  

“You Like him! That’s why you’re bored by the articles…. because you’re ashamed to talk to him. ”  

The slap that came soon after on your shoulder only made you entertain more, while patiently expected your turn to go to get the album signed.  

He was as beautiful as always but he seemed particularly cheerful that day, he could even not to bully his hyung and his smile could make you completely melt. It’s been seven months since you started to date and you’ve already figured out you were falling in love with him, but you were too intimidated and scared to confess your feelings. It was your first serious “relationship”, although not yet effective because he didn’t really ask you to be his girlfriend and you were both so young that you were afraid that he could run away in front of your confession.  

“Jungkook-oppa!” “Jungkook, you are beautiful!” “Jungkook I love you!”  

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  • Xefros: so, uh...what do friends do, exactly?
  • Xefros: since i'm suddenly not entirely sure of how friendship works apparently
  • Xefros: like i was PRETTY sure until dammek left
  • Xefros: and you came here
  • Xefros: it seems like your friendship is very, uh, different?
  • Xefros: but also really nice, so i just wanted to know!
  • Xefros: sorry if i'm bothering you!
  • Joey: man, xefros, you gotta stop worrying about that sort of thing!
  • Joey: you're not bothering me!
  • Joey: some day, maybe not now, but some day you gotta learn to be more self-confident and apologize...maybe a little less.
  • Joey: anyways, friends...
  • Joey: i mean, i haven't had too many friends, but...
  • Joey: ...
  • Joey: ...friends, they like...get ice cream together and laugh at the stupidest shit and a bunch of other stuff.
  • Joey: they just...enjoy each other, with no strings attached, on equal terms!
  • Xefros: wow, that sounds a little crazy aXually
  • Joey: hoo boy, your society really does need some fixing.
  • Joey: let's go get some ice cream.
Rogue One Babysitting Headcanons

- Cassian is in this because he wants to be a mentor. So. Bad. 

-he walks around in front of toddlers trying to act mysterious 

-Chirrut gathers up the kids to tell them stories                                             “what else can the force do Mr. Chirrut?”

- taking turns sitting on Chirruts lap

-Him and Baze become honorary grandpas

-Baze just sits reading the newspaper trying to block out everything while kids are literally using him as a jungle gym

-K-2SO is grandma                                                                                                *comes out in pink apron*                                                                                     “who wants cookies?”

-This entire time he’s thought it was a competition to see who is liked the most

-Cassian would lose just cause he tried too hard

-  Jyn is trying to be composed but kids are her weakness                                   *sees little girl playing*                                                                                          “what are you playing”                                                                                          “I’m playing pretend Jyn Erso! Because you’re brave and pretty and that’s what I wanna be when I grow up!”                                                                                 *bites fist*                                                                                                              “Stop cying Jyn god dammit be strong”

- The little boys are way to crazy for Bodhi they freak him out

-He disappears among the shy kids

-Instead he sits in a braid train with a bunch of little girls                                       “I’m braiding pretty flowers in your hair Mr.Bodhi!”                                           

-Jyn finds him                                                                                                       Bodhi: Now Sarah, do you want a dutch braid or a french braid?                     Jyn: Bodhi?                                                                                                         Bodhi: ….                                                                                                               Bodhi: Wanna join our braid train   

-Cassian feels left out and sits down by himself. A little boy runs up to him.        “Baze is tired… Do you wanna be our new jungle gym?”                                      *Cassian with puppy eyes* “You really want me to?!”

-He gets swallowed by kids                                                                                    *whispered into the heavens* “thank you god”

-Jyn playing with dolls

-Chirrut is trying to get a newborn to stop crying and keeps failing until Baze comes over to help him.                                                                                        Baze: Oh for the love of- Just give me the baby!                                                  *baby immediately stops crying as soon as baze hold it* 

-Chirrut forgets you have to be gentle with kids

- “Mr Bodhi do you want to be the princess in our fairy game?”

- Catch K-2SO with a diaper bag                    

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

              Ok so technically this was supposed to be ‘How they are with kids” from the request I was given… BUT COME ON MAN IMAGINE THEM BABYSITTING WHAT A BEAUTIFUL DISASTER.

Dating Lip Would Include!

Dating Lip would include!

  • + Lip cherishing every moment he has with you
  • + Lip asking you out while he’s on his front porch with a cigarette hanging out his mouth
  • + Being Bestfriends with Ian
  • + Fiona loving how your perfect for Lip
  • + Having to calm Lip down all the time when guys flirt
  • + Lip drinking with you
  • + You two having a crazy smutty life;) if you get what I mean
  • + You two will literately do it anywhere
  • + Carl slapping your a** like all the time and Lip freaking out
  • + Lip letting you decorate his dorm
  • + You both SHIPPING GALLAVICH LIKE CRAZY!!!
  • + You have a little boy named Lip JR and a little girl named Mia

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Three Little Words - Newt

It’s crazy what one certain British boy could do to your brain. I could’ve sworn I wasn’t the type to dislike another girl just because she got his attention without even trying versus me trying and constantly failing and ending up as a rambling, awkward mess.

Teresa and I were the only girls in this bloody Glade. I came here before her. Newt and I were best friends, but now…

Now it was like we were complete strangers.

I crossed my arms when I caught sight of the duo, watching them from afar. Thomas walked up to me and followed my gaze.

“You know, it might be cute if it wasn’t so…”

“Disgusting,” I completed.

Thomas understood how I felt about the situation because he was feeling the same way, but not about Newt (no matter how much I joked about that when he came up). He had the biggest crush on Teresa.

“Teresa’s a lucky girl. For having you like her and for having Newt,” I assured him, turning away from the couple and patting his shoulder.

“Newt’s a lucky guy. For having you like him and for having Teresa,” Thomas replied.

“We don’t need them, right? I mean, we are awesome people,” I muttered.

“Yeah.”

“We should totally get over them, right?”

“That would be the healthy thing to do,” Thomas murmured as we both looked at them again for another split second.

“We should go,” I murmured, beginning to walk away. Thomas reluctantly followed. “I mean… I’m happy for them. They’re happy together,” I lied, making Thomas burst out into laughter, kneeling onto the ground. I widened my eyes at the hysterical boy, looking around. “Thomas, get up! That wasn’t funny!” I scolded, a smile of my own forming.

“I can’t help it. You’re just a terrible liar!” He laughed.

“Slim it! Get up! We have work!” I hissed, trying to pull him up, but that only made him laugh harder.

“Hey, Thomas,” Teresa greeted, only giving me a look as a greeting. I rolled my eyes.

Yeah, she didn’t like me all that much either, but I could never see why. She had Newt. There wasn’t any competition. Even then, I refused to compete for Newt. Newt was a human being who could make his own decisions.

Back to the point, Thomas immediately shut up at her greeting and stood up.

“Hi, Teresa,” he replied.

“I don’t think my eyes roll that far back,” I muttered.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Slim it,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Slim it,” I mocked, my voice higher, with more of a nasal tone.

“Stop!” He yelled.

“Stop!” I repeated, making him roll his eyes.

“Anyways, Thomas, we should go,” Teresa said.

“Go where?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“We have work,” Teresa said through gritted teeth.

“Work? You guys don’t even have the same—” I began when Thomas nudged me, shooting me a glare. “What happened to being healthy?” I grumbled.

“Healthy’s boring. Don’t you have work, Y/N?” He asked while walking away with the girl. I glared at him and sighed

“Healthy’s boring. Don’t you have work?” I mocked quietly, walking to the medhut.

“Hey, Y/N,” Newt greeted, catching up to me.

“Hi,” I greeted softly.

“I need your help,” he said, making me stop walking. I knew already from the look he was giving me, it wasn’t going to be good. His brown eyes screamed ‘worry’ so loud, you could hear it from Pluto. His hands were clasped behind his back and he was biting his lip. I sighed.

“Sure. What is it?” I asked.

“I need you to tell me how a guy would tell a girl that he liked her,” he said, reluctantly. I gulped. “I mean… you’re my best friend, and you’re a girl, so I thought you’d know,” he defended. I shook my head.

“Yeah, you don’t have to explain, I got it,” I tried keeping my voice as steady and as composed as possible. He was going to tell Teresa he liked her.

He was going to tell Teresa he liked her.

“Well,” I cleared my throat. “Newt, if they really like you, you don’t have to go anything big. Just tell them. Say it. That’s… If they like you, that’s the biggest thing you could do. You’d make their day. Just… you know… three words that she’d want to hear.”

“I don’t know if she wants to hear them, though,” he muttered. I shook my head and put my hand on his shoulder.

“Newt, any girl would be so lucky to have you,” I whispered. “Just three words.”

“I like you,” he said softly. I nodded, trying to stop tears from building in my eyes.

“Yeah,” I croaked, “Just like that… That’s perfect… Now, go tell her,” I chuckled nervously before walking away.

That’s how I ended up in the medhut, fidgeting with a pencil as I looked outside. I saw Newt and Teresa laughing, walking around.

He must’ve already told her. They’re so happy… She makes him so happy, I thought, Happier than I could ever make him, I completed.

Still, I wish it was me. I wish those three words were meant for me. God, she was so lucky—luckier than she probably knew—just to be around him.

The pencil in my hand snapped in half, making a scratch on the inside of my hand.

“Shuck,” I grumbled, standing up to get some gauze.

“Wow, somebody’s mad,” Thomas entered the hut.

“Really? I couldn’t tell,” I hissed, sitting down as I began cleaning the scratch on my hand.

“What happened?” Thomas asked, sitting across from me and taking the medical kit and helping me with my hand.

“Newt happened. What else?” Thomas rose his eyebrow, urging me to give him more information. “He asked me about how he should tell Teresa he likes her.”

“No. Way,” Thomas muttered. I nodded. “He asked you how he should confess to Teresa?”

“He said ‘I need you to tell me how a guy would tell a girl he liked her’.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe he was talking about you?” Thomas tried. I rolled my eyes and gave him a look. “Right. Okay. Got it. So not okay?”

“Most definitely not okay.”

“What’s not okay?” A familiar voice asked, walking into the medhut. I covered my face with my hair. “What happened to your hand?”

“A tree. A shucking tree was chopped and made into a shucking flimsy pencil,” I answered through gritted teeth, making Thomas snicker as he finished helping me. I began to clean up.

“Y/N, can I talk to you?” Newt asked.

“Well, seeing as you already are—” I began to retort, but he cut me off.

“Alone,” he added to his previous statement. I sighed, looking down a bit before looking at Thomas, who eyed me concernedly. I was still Newt’s friend. I couldn’t just let my petty little feelings get in the way of that. I gulped, looking at Newt.

“Okay. Fine,” I turned around, organizing the shelves for what was probably the 5th time today.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Thomas said, walking out. When he had left, the room was filled with an awkward silence, only the objects I was moving were making any sort of noise.

“Y/N?” Newt asked, breaking the silence.

“Mhm?” I hummed.

“Why won’t you look at me?” He asked. I sighed, looking down as I turned around to look at him.

“Here. I’m looking at you. Is that all you wanted?” I asked.

“Y/N, please… talk to me,” he muttered.

“Talk to you? About what, Newt?” I shrugged.

“Anything,” he pleaded.

“Anything? Really?” I asked, incredulously. “Trust me, you don’t want to know what’s on my mind right now,” I whispered.

What was on my mind was how hard this was. How much this was hurting me. This was my best friend—is my best friend and it’s like we’re complete strangers.

“You don’t know that,” he argued.

“No, trust me. I do,” I nodded.

“How?”

“Because it’ll only cause you trouble,” I answered, not skipping a beat.

“How so?” He asked, trying to get me to say more. I shook my head in response, walking past him to get more stuff for the new organization system I have going on.

“Would you just go back to your girlfriend?” I muttered.

“What?” He asked incredulously.

“I’m assuming you told her, right?” I shrugged. “I mean, she obviously likes you too. And besides, you know, like I said, any girl would be lucky to have you, Newt.”

“Wh… H… What?”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me, Newt. I mean I get it. She’s pretty, and I bet she’s smart. She’s probably really funny and optimistic, you know a few things I’m not out of the list of everything I’m not,” I shook my head, trying to get rid of my tears as I kept organizing. Kept filing.

“Tell me you’re kidding,” Newt scoffed.

“I told you you wouldn’t want to know what’s on my mind,” I muttered. “It’ll only cause you trouble, I said,” I chuckled bitterly. I grabbed a roll of gauze and was about to put it on the shelf when Newt grabbed my wrist, making me look at his hand.

“You’re nuts,” he whispered.

“Gee, thanks. You really know how to make a girl feel like something,” I retorted. “Really, being crazy is all I’ve ever wanted to hea—” Newt pulled me into a kiss, wrapping his arms around my waist. I pulled away. “I’m confused,” I whispered.

“Yeah, well, that’s what you get for overthinking again, slinthead. I wasn’t talking about Teresa. When I said ‘I like you’ I was saying it to you.” I gulped.

“Hang on! That’s not my fault! That was terrible timing! Context clues and—” He interrupted me with a kiss again, making me wrap my arms around his neck. He pulled away from me, his brown eyes staying into mine.

“As much as I love the sound of your voice, it’s not the time to criticize my strategical skills,” he grinned. I smiled, shaking my head.

“No? It wasn’t?” He shook his head.

“No,” he chuckled

“Then what was it time for?” I rose my eyebrows

“For you to kiss me.”

So I did.

anonymous asked:

Hi! This may sounds weird but I just read your fic about Jughead leaving and the baby being there, I was wondering if you could maybe make a second one to it? Idk it seemed interesting but it's up to you

Okay! Part 1:https://bughead4days.tumblr.com/post/160933651976/hi-i-was-wondering-if-you-can-do-a-prompt-in-the !
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She’d been up all night, the bags under her eyes were a sure sign that she hadn’t gotten a second of sleep last night. A few of her regular customers regarded her with concerned glances which she quickly shook off, Simply stating

“My son had a nightmare, he’s only two so I had a hard time getting him to go back to bed, I’m really fine though. Thankyou!”

Hunter was perched on the counter beside her, scribbling in his coloring book, desperate to stay in the lines, no matter how difficult it was for his tiny little hands.

“You’re doing good baby, I love how you made the elephant purple.” Betty smiled encouragingly, as she tied a wedding bouquet with lace.

Hunter looked up and grinned a gummy smile, his teeth were finally starting to come in fully and he loved to show off the new additions.

The bell to the shop jingled and Betty looked up with a smile, her eyes instantly softening when she spotted one of her oldest friends.

“Kevin Keller, what on earth are you doing here? I thought you were spending spring break in the Bahamas?” Betty grinned, coming around the cabinet and wrapping her arms around the tall boy.

“Plans changed, apparently Joaquin has some business to attend to on the Southside.” He rolled his eyes “and Veronica may have texted me that a certain someone has decided to reappear” kevin placed an arm on Betty’s shoulder and squeezed

Betty sighed, slumping against the counter and glancing at Hunter

“I don’t know why he’s Back. I don’t know how to feel, part of me wishes he would just leave, Hunters is beginning to understand his surroundings and I don’t want him anymore confused. But then.. I’m happy he’s okay, I’m happy he’s here because that means he’s alive.. you know a little part of me always wondered… I don’t know.” She sighed miserably and Kevin nodded his head and walked over to the toddler, picking him up and dropping a kiss to his cheek.

“Well, no matter what, you have to remember, no matter what he’s done, he did give you this little guy. And that in itself is something to think about.”

Leave it to Kevin to play devils advocate.

Handing off the baby, Kevin smiled.
“Tonight Pop Tate’s? Let Alice have Hunter for the night, we’ll get the gang back together. Milkshakes and burgers? You could use some fattening up, you’re looking skinnier than ever.”

Betty laughed as Kevin lifted her top, tickling hunters toes.

“Its just all the running after this one, I hardly have time to eat.” She laughed, Walking Kevin to the door. “I’ll see you tonight, a night out sounds great.” Kevin kissed both Hunter and Betty on the cheeks before heading out the door with a dramatic wave.

“You’re uncle Kevin’s crazy.” Betty laughed, placing Hunter back on the counter.

“Crazy” the blue eyed little boy rolled his eyes, imitating his mother.

Betty narrowed her eyes playfully
“Now don’t you go copying me you silly little munchkin. Do as I say not as I do.” She tickled his ribs and smiled as he squealed in delight, the bells went off again and Betty turned around , figuring it was Kevin, she grabbed Hunter, her fingers still tickling as he laughed loudly

“Did you forget something?” She turned fully, her eyes going wide when she realized it wasn’t Kevin.

“Yeah. I did” Jughead Jones stated, his hair a mess and his flannel top unbuttoned slightly, revealing his tight white tank top underneath, she noticed he had matching bags under his eyes and his shoelaces were undone.

“What are you doing here?” Betty gripped Hunter protectively and he instantly tensed up, his eyes watering, the poor little boy always got stressed when his mother did.

“I needed to see you. I needed to see.. I just.. I have to explain.” Jughead mumbled, his eyes glued on hers, occasionally shifting to the little replica of himself

Betty turned her attention to Hunter
“It’s okay lovebug, mommies fine. Look.” She stuck her tongue out playfully and the little boy relaxed slightly, his fingers coming up to poke her tongue. Jughead watched the interaction his heart aching severely, he always knew Betty would make an amazing mother, he used to spend nights thinking about it.

Betty placed the little boy on the counter and held out a blue marker, lifting it over her head so he had to reach, casing Hunter to giggle and grab at it.

Betty walked towards Jughead, leading him away from their son and into a corner, still in sight of Hunter but far enough so he wouldn’t hear.

“I don’t want to hear your explanations, I told you before, we’re fine and we don’t need you. You don’t get to come in here after three years and act like you care. Okay, you’ve seen him, you know he exists now do what you do best. Run.” Betty crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes distant as she looked away from him.

“I didn’t know Betty, there’s so much you don’t know, so much I want to tell you. I didn’t want to leave you, that’s the last thing I wanted to do. But I had no choice, you have to understand, it wasn’t safe for you and especially since you were pregnant. I would have come back sooner if I had known, but I thought you would be better off without me.” His eyes were pleading and he reached his fingers out to cup her chin.

“You could have called. Sent a message. If you really cared, you would have found a way. You would have come back for me. But you didn’t. I raised him on my own, I still am.” Her lips trembled and he felt his heart pounding in his chest.

“I know I can never get back what I’ve lost, I know you can never forgive me but maybe if you let me explain, maybe you could understand?.” He asked, praying to whatever god was up there.

Betty took a deep breath, moving her face from his hand
“Okay.” She whispered.

Jugheads eyes widened and he felt the whispy felling of hope blooming in his stomach.
“Okay?” He asked

Betty nodded nervously
“You can meet me tonight at 6 at Pops, everyone else will be coming at 7 but if you wanna talk..” she trailed off and he nodded enthusiastically

“I’ll be there at 5.” He said determined, reminding her so much of their son.

“I said 6.” The tiny smile crept through slightly.

“I’ll be there at five” he said finally.

Suddenly a little hand was tugging at the light blue dress Betty had on, looking down she smiled and picked up Hunter

“What’s the matter baby?”

The little boy had his eyes locked on Jughead and Jughead wasn’t taking his eyes off of his son

“I say hello.” Hunter smiled, stumbling on the word hello.

Jughead looked to Betty for approval and she shrugged, giving him the go.

“Hi buddy, it’s nice to meet you.” He gripped the hand that the matching boy was holding out, revelling in the soft baby skin

“Nice to meet you.” Hunter mimicked, looking to his mother and grinning.

Jughead laughed, the toddler was smart and handsome and polite. His stomach hurt for a second as he thought of everything he had missed. But looking down at Betty and Hunter, he knew one thing for sure

He was getting his family back.

Nico's Contact List (If Demigods [And Gods] Had Phones)

Hades: Just Dad

Persephone: Crazy Stepmom

Demeter: Crazy Cereal Lady

Will: My Sunny Boy ❤

Hazel: Little Sis

Frank: Brother-in-law

Reyna: BFF

Percy: Still Not My Type

Jason: Son of Jupiter

Piper: Daughter of Aphrodite

Annabeth: Daughter of Athena

Coach Hedge: DIEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Masterlist (Updated 21.06)

Grayson Dolan’s One-Shots:

Damsel in Distress

Sigma Chi Boy /// PART 2

Waltz Into My Life

First Sight

Couples Tag

Blooming Love

Hawaii Loving

Promise

You Look Happier

Some Day Maybe

Five Days

Forgotten

Instant Crush

Surfer Boy

A Little Help

Crazy Beautiful

Tracing

Bad Gone Good

Early Bird (Rated M)

Taste The Sweet (Coachella fic, Rated M)

Weight On My Shoulders (Coachella fic)

Drown Me In Your Love (Rated M)

Detecting Lies

Hate To See You Go

Teenage Fever (Rated M)



Ethan Dolan One-Shots:

The Day After

Camped Out

Doped Up

Mine

Sweater Weather

Say You Won’t Let Go

Baby Please

My Type Of Gal

Thankful

Hazy Glow

The Quarterback

Edge Of Seventeen

Mr & Mrs Dolan (Rated M)

Feverish

Dear Ethan

Come Undone (Coachella fic)

Sweet As Pie

Keep My Hands Clean

Saviour

What It Means

Paralyzed

Warmth (Blurb)