the expression on her face is just so beautiful

haanikarakladki  asked:

I know like Sana's been super sad since the last two days but...damn. ever since that moment where she stared at the mirror with that heartbreaking expression my bisexual ass just fell for her a thousand times over. I've always loved her but man SO BEAUTIFUL WHAT ARE THOSE EYES. a WOMAN. That face, that expression should be in the MoMa

Hi, my love!!

She looks STUNNING with the smokey eye look, oh MAN, her eyes? WOW.

WOW.

MASHA’ALLAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

when i was like 14, i once wore contact lenses instead of glasses to school bc i had just learned how to put them on and i wanted to show them to my friends right, and this one guy goes and tells me “i thought girls were supposed to become beautiful when they stopped wearing glasses. something obviously went wrong with you” and that was??? so incredibly rude i wanted to cry but i just stood there not knowing what to say bc i honestly thought we were friends

but the girl sitting in front of him (who was also his crush, mind u) hears him and turns around with the most disgusted expression on her face, and calls him out on it like “omg i cant believe you said that have you even seen yourself in a mirror you have no right to tell her shit” and then she turns to me and says “dont listen to him, you look gorgeous with or without glasses” and she probably already forgot about that but i always remember it whenever i feel self-conscious about myself

so the moral of the story is: if u see someone being a jerk to someone else, dont laugh along and call them out on it. stick together and bring all the fuckboys down

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My favorite part about this kiss is how intense Dylan/Stiles’ face is. He’s kissing her like she’s his lifeline, the air he breathes. He’s so consumed in this moment, in this kiss, in Lydia. You can feel how much he loves her and how much this moment means to him. This is everything Stiles has spent the past 10 years building up to, and the intensity with which he kisses Lydia is like none I’ve ever seen. Lydia holds onto to Stiles, kissing him back just as forcefully, and we get this incredible moment that seems to stop time. I just can’t get over how much you can tell that this is quite possibly the most important day of Stiles’ life just by the expression he makes when kissing Lydia. It’s gentle and intense and heartbreaking all at the same time. You can feel the gentleness he possesses for Lydia, but it’s also this intense fire that burns hot enough to consume them both. It’s so amazing that these two completely opposite things can exist simultaneously in just one expression. Dylan never ceases to amaze me with how much he understands Stiles as a character and his unconditional love for Lydia.

Hold up! Just look at her face. Look at that subtle raise of her eyebrows, the tiny, almost imperceptible, quiver of her chin and the intake of breath. The way her lips part and her eyes just gaze longingly with that ‘please-love-me’ stare. It’s like she takes one look at Clarke and time stands still for a sec.
You can almost hear the internal conflict. -‘God your pretty. That face. Those eyes. Those lips. Can I kiss you? I swear you’re an angel. Jok! Pull yourself together Heda!
Love is weakness, except, maybe my love of candles. Wait, what was you saying? Your beauty stumped me-’.
Lexa is so thirsty that straight after this she has to pour herself a drink.

The subtlety and intricacies of ADC’s expressions and the mannerisms within her portrayal of Lexa still amaze me.

No need to hide your thoughts, boi.

Your face says it all.

though all to ruin fell the world {a shallura fic}

{this post} gave me Shallura feels, so here, have a random au


He comes to them as a child - six years old, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. An orphan whose parents died in an accident that he should never have survived. But he did, which is how the Altean ambassadors discovered his gift.

It’s only supposed to exist in Alteans. No one knows what to make of it. But the boy has magic, and he’ll need teaching, so he comes to stay at the Castle of Lions.

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Aged seven, he asks Allura to marry him.

“When I’m big, I’ll marry you,” he says, as if offering a generous favour. He’s a sweet good-hearted child, and Allura’s just on the cusp of adulthood, still fresh-faced and willowy and uncomfortable in her own beauty. But little Takashi gazes at her like she personally hung every star in the cosmos with her own two hands, and she can’t help but smile fondly at the earnest expression on his face.

“Oh, you’ll marry me, will you?” she asks.

“Yes. If you want me to.”

“Why don’t you ask me again when you’re big, hmm?”

His smile could light the stars on fire, even then.

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Language of Flowers

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written by: S | @kinetic-elaboration

prompt: ‘Flower shop AU Prompt: Person A owns a flower shop and person B comes storming in one day, slaps 20 bucks on the counter and says ‘How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?’ for @treehousesandpoohbears

word count: 1783

Bellamy Blake, small town florist, is used to sharing in the big moments of his customers’ lives. He’s seen them through everything from first date jitters to the stages of grief. But this–Clarke Griffin storming into his shop, furious, asking for a hate bouquet–is still something of a surprise.


Two weeks ago, at the Bi-Monthly Downtown Arkadia Small Business Association meeting, Luna, from the nature store on the corner, looked at him very seriously, took his hands in hers, and told him that he had been a warrior in another life. “A brave warrior-king,” she said. 

Yeah, okay. Maybe in another life.  

In this life, Bellamy’s just a guy who knows a ton about flowers. 

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Because he knows flowers, and because Arkadia is the sort of small hamlet where people greet each other by name on the street, Bellamy also knows everyone’s business. He knows about every engagement, wedding, baby shower, and funeral. He knows which high school kids are going to prom together. He keeps records on his more forgetful customers’ anniversaries. And when someone screws up and actually feels bad about it, Bellamy knows about that, too, because nothing says I’m sorry like a purple hyacinth bouquet. 

The people who come into his little shop are sometimes ecstatic, sometimes despondent, often nervous. They’re not usually angry, though. Even less often are they absolutely furious. So when Clarke Griffin stomps in, shoving the door open so roughly that even the friendly tinkle of the welcome bell sounds agitated, slams a twenty down on the countertop, and asks, “How I do passively-aggressively say fuck you in flower?” it’s a bit of a surprise. 

He stares at her for a long moment, and pauses in arranging the daisies in Harper McIntyre’s get-well-soon bouquet. “It sounds to me like you want to aggressively say 'fuck you’ in flower." 

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To Sing

Hi hi there!!! Just wanted to write something fluffy and different to take a break from angst!! To the wonderful Nonny who sent this in, forgive me- I changed a couple of them to not all be in the shower… I started writing them in one sitting and this is what I saw, my apologies… 


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Cole Sprouse (ft Riverdale cast) | Introductions

Count of words: 773

Warnings: none 

A/N: I just really hope this is what you wanted to read . I FINALLY WROTE IT btw !!!!

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anonymous asked:

Can I ask for a Cole Sprouse imagine? where him and his gf (they met in college) are pretty much goals and everyone loves them together. she’s a guest star on Riverdale and the cast go crazy because they’re fans of her as well (she’s also a former disney star) what do you think?

More Cole please! I saw the request, “where him and his gf (they met in college) are pretty much goals and everyone loves them together. she’s a guest star on Riverdale and the cast go crazy because they’re fans of her as well (she’s also a former disney star)” Could you write that one next, it’s got new excited to see what you write for it xx

Dating Cole was never ment to be easy. You were aware of it since day one. After all he was an actor and you were an actress yourself, so crazy schedules were something you both had to get used to. College was taking a lot of your time, too, back when you both met each other, but lately there would be more and more time spent away from each other due to Cole’s hectic filming schedule for Riverdale. So, when the opportunity to become a guest star on the show came up you had no intentions on letting it slip away.

It was your first day of shooting with your lovely boyfriend and his amazing friends, something that brought bubbles to your stomach, but it all stopped when you stepped your foot on set. The cast seemed to be extremely friendly and they seemed to be total fangirl matterial.

Walking in with Cole by your side, everyone turned their attention to you after hearing the little room’s door open.As you entered the room you saw Lilly and Kj sitting on a big table rehersing their lines. You were shyly hugging Cole’s arm for comfort as the butterflies in your stomach were tickling your intestants. On the contrary your smile and posture radiated confidence something that made both Lilly and Kj looking at you in aw.

When they actually lied eyes on you their jaws dropped. For a moment you looked at them terrified expecting the worse but after Lilly spoke up your fear melted away. “Cole! You never told us you are dating Y/N Y/L/N!” She exclaimed as she looked at your hands around his strong arm holding onto it for dear life. “Well, I dodn’t think he had to,” Kj said looking at us and chuckling, “He has photos of her everywhere. I mean EVERYWHERE!” he said emphasizing the word everywhere as he looked at you, still a bit shocked that you were indeed standing in front of them. “Uhm, right. I’m sorry. This is not a proper welcoming. I’m Lilly Reinhart, huge fan of yours!” She fangirled a bit sticking her hand out as you pulled her in for a hug. “First of all, I don’t do handshakes, I do hugs. Second, I know who you are, I adore both you and your work.” You commented as she turned to Kj fangirling silently. “She ADORES me!” She fangirled once again as you just chuckled lightly feeling the atmosphere around you warm up. Imediately after her, came Kj holding his arms open for a warm welocoming hug making your tiny figure get lost in them. “I’m K-” “ Kj Apa.” You finished his sentence as he looked a tad bit confused. “Cole never shuts up about you! Also I am a fan.” You said as he looked at you with wide eyes. “Can’t say the same.” He joked. “I only had like every episode of D/S/Y/W/I (disney show you were in) on DVD just because of your character.” He said making you blush a bit as everyone laughed.

After being introduced to two of Cole’s castmates, there came some more. It was the time of my first scene on the show. My charachter’s outfit was put together and my hair was looking amazing as well as my makeup. Now, I was walking down a hall towards the room my scene would be in as my black heels kicked down the marbled floor. As soon as you opened the door a black haired girl and a very familiar red headed appeared in front of you. Once again your stomach started bubbling with anxiety as you took a shy but also confident (if that makes sense) step inside. The black haired girl that you knew to be Camila had a shocked expression on her face as she shook it of and walked towards you. “Hello,” she greeted you, a beautiful smile plastered across her face. “I’m Camila Mendes! No, nothing to do with Shawn Mendes and no it’s not a shipping nickname for Camila and Shawn,” She blurted out pretty quickly, refering to people talking about that all the time, something you had noticed just the other day. Before you could speak up and introduce yourself Camila spoke up again. “I am a big fan of you since I was little and you were in D/S/Y/W/I. I swear I had so many posters!” She said giving you a hearty chuckle as you followed her actions. Wow, maybe introductions were not going to be as bad as you thought. 

Haven

A Draco x reader request from anon!  This took me forever, and I have no idea why…but here it is!  Thanks for your patience, lovelies!  Enjoy! xx

Imagine:  Draco x reader. The reader is a pure blood but after her parents finding out that she’s dating Draco they kick her out. She goes to the Malfoy manor. Soaked from the rain with her magical bag and cat. Will Draco’s parents turn her away?

Originally posted by huhhowaboutno

The rain was unwelcoming, stinging your exposed limbs like an agitated swarm of bees.  As your weary gaze trailed up the cobblestone walkway, framed artfully with hedges of brilliant green, and settled on the foreboding structure before you, you shivered. Malfoy Manor, although grand and definitely awe-worthy, stood silent and stern in the summer rain.  You found yourself unsure and wrought with a sudden anxiety that washed through your very skin, much as the water did your clothes.

A meek “meow” echoing against the cold stone nearly caused you to jump out of your skin.  Your orange tabby cat hissed and whined in your tensed arms, clawing at your bare flesh. Swallowing hard, you adjusted your grip and proceeded through the unfriendly shadows of towering topiaries towards the oak French doors.  

You chewed on your lip as you shakily lifted a hand to knock against the glossy surface.  The knock was swallowed by the pounding of the rain on the roof above you, mixed with the dripping of your hair and clothing.  The cat stirred in your arms once more and you breathed in deeply, closing your eyes and praying fervently that he would answer the door.

Your eyes snapped back open to the sound of the great double doors creaking open.  With relief, they met the grey eyes of a welcomingly familiar white-blonde haired boy and, all at once, welled with tears.

“Y/N?  What on Earth…?” Draco stepped into full view, his black turtleneck clinging flatteringly to his slender, muscular frame.  The sight of this man, your only love, was nearly too much.  Your tears flowed freely and burst from your swollen eyes, coagulating with the rainwater that remained on your cheeks.  Without wasting another second, you flung your arms around the fair man in the doorway and let your tears and sobs fill the fibers of his unseasonal sweater.  The orange cat jumped to the black marble floor and sauntered into the manor, standing out like a flame against its dark surroundings.

Draco was immediately filled with dread and confusion as your arms constricted around his midsection like a vice.

“Y/N!  Love, what’s the matter?  What’s happened?” he pulled you back only a few inches so as to hold your face between his hands, hurriedly brushing a few soaked strands of hair off your temples. Your eyes burned and your lip quivered as you tried to blubber out an explanation.  Sobs escaped one after another from your throat and Draco wrapped an arm around your shoulders, ushering you inside and closing the door behind you.  

You were in such a state, you simply couldn’t describe it. Anguish and fear coursed through your veins and you nearly crumbled to the ground upon entering the grave foyer of Malfoy Manor.  Draco remained calm and collected, at least on the outside for your benefit as he scooped your shivering body up effortlessly into his arms and ascended the stairs to his bedroom.  His eyes gave him away however; they swam with unease and worry.  You choked knowing how nervous you were making him.

Placing you gingerly against the cool green silk of his four-poster bed, Draco knelt in front of you and squeezed your hands.  He spoke in barely a whisper, hoping his voice didn’t shake.

“Y/N, darling…please tell me what happened. Let me help you, please,” he pleaded and lifted your hands to his eager lips, kissing them gently.  You shuddered and sniffed.  The horrible truth reopened the wound in your heart.

“M-My parents, Draco…t-they…” you bit your lip to hold back a pained sob.  He stroked his thumb over the back of your hand and sat patiently, the love and care written almost painfully in his pale complexion.  You took a deep breath.

“They’ve kicked me out,” you stated plainly, trying ever so hard to detach yourself from the words, which cut through your very being. Draco’s shoulders dropped and he moved quietly to sit beside you.  He rubbed the tops of your cold, bare arms and was quiet, but frowned.  You couldn’t quite read his expression.

“Bloody Hell, you must be freezing,” suddenly standing, Draco fished around in his wardrobe and produced a black jumper.  He extended it to you and nodded for you to put it on. You shakily held out your arms and he slid the garment over your head before sinking back down beside you.  He tucked a wet strand of hair behind your ear and searched your eyes.

“Now, why have they thrown you out?  How could they, darling?” he murmured, his eyebrows knitting together.  You swallowed and dropped your gaze from his.  Your lips quivered as the words you so desperately wanted to keep inside tumbled from them.

“They know about you and me…about us, Draco,” the familiar sting of tears persisted behind your eyes as you fixed them to the ground, afraid of his reaction.

“I’m so sorry, love…I was stupid and–“ you were whispering until Draco’s lips pressed softly against yours.  You welcomed the familiar feeling and blossomed under his lips, letting your damp hands slide through his fine hair.

“They were bound to find out, Y/N,” Draco cooed, stroking his thumb over your cheekbone.  You closed your eyes and kissed his palm.

“You’re the one who deserves an apology…” Draco stood quietly and walked to the window, watching pensively as the rain cascaded down the glass outside.

“If it wasn’t for who my family is…for who I am…” he turned to look at you with pain in his eyes and a scowl twitching on his lips, inwardly directed at himself.  “You’d still be safe and sound at home.”

You choked again and shook your head fervently, stumbling over to him and engulfing him in your arms.  He held you close and buried his face in your neck.  The two of you shared a moment of silent sorrow laced with the utmost care and love of two searching souls.  Somehow this man never failed in making you feel safe; in a sense, he was your home.

The loud crack of Draco’s bedroom door swinging open struck you both apart, your hearts beating nearly out of your respective chests. You stood by the window, eyes wide, as Narcissa Malfoy strode into the dimly lit bedroom.  In her arms was a mass of orange fur.

“Draco, darling, the funniest thing!  I was accompanying the house elf into the kitchen to prepare for tonight’s dinner when I found this little fellow snacking on our hanging plant,” for such a striking woman, Narcissa’s laugh was light and comforting as she stroked the fur of your tabby cat.  Her eyes smiled as she looked upon her son, but you tensed when they landed upon you.  She quirked her head and her fair eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were expecting a guest, sweetie,” she looked down at the cat, which was purring incessantly.  “Is he yours then?”

You swallowed and nodded slowly.

“Yes, ma’am,” you stuttered.  Draco cleared his throat.

“Mother, this is Y/N,” he started to explain, offering a small smile.  All at once, she herself broke out in a smile.

“Oh!  My goodness, we’ve heard so much about you, dear!” she exclaimed.  You stared in confusion and were hesitant to respond. She continued:

“Draco mentioned he was dating a lovely girl from school, I just didn’t realize we’d get to meet you so soon,” she chuckled. You shot Draco a wary glance and he turned a rosy shade of pink as he avoided your quizzical stare.

“Well, it certainly is lovely to meet you, Mrs. Malfoy,” you finally sputtered.  The tall, slender woman before you looked exactly as you’d pictured.  Only, in your mind, she had been cold.  This figure before you had warm eyes and a kind smile.  To your own surprise, you found yourself confusingly at ease in her presence.

“Mum,” Draco interrupted your distracted thoughts as he gently placed a hand on the small of your back.  

“Y/N hasn’t got a place to stay for right now,” he started, choosing his words with exact preciseness.  “Might she be able to stay here?  At least for a few nights.”

You could practically feel Draco’s breath filling his lungs and holding still inside of him.  Narcissa smiled demurely.

“Well, I, for one, would love the opportunity to get to know Y/N,” she nodded.  You exhaled along with Draco and looked to him gratefully before looking back to Narcissa with the same thankfulness dancing across your expression.

“Oh, thank you so much, Mrs. Malfoy…I promise it won’t be for very long.  It’s just that my parents and I…well…” you searched the cold marble floor for answers and pushed back any remaining pain.  Draco stroked small circles into your back.  It helped.  “We’ve had a bit of a quarrel, that’s all.”

Narcissa nodded knowingly and strode towards you, never letting her gaze fall from your face.  You found yourself a bit intimidated by the beautiful, grand woman in front of you and a tinge of pink burned across your cheeks.  The woman only offered a sympathetic smile and extended the orange fur ball towards you.  The cat looked to you and mewed in protest.  Your nervousness broke and you smiled.

“Seems he’s fond of you…I don’t mind if you watch over him for a while, Mrs. Malfoy,” you explained, the cat seeming to stuggle back towards Narcissa.  She looked almost relieved and bundled the creature back up in her arms.

“Lucius will be cross…we don’t keep pets, you see.  The fur gets on the carpets…but I’ll just have to convince him,” she winked.  Draco let out a sigh and bit his lip.

“Oh yes…what about father, mum?  Will he allow Y/N to stay?” Draco’s voice was quiet, and you tried desperately to read his expression.  It was nearly a mix between fear, desperation, but quiet determination. Narcissa stroked the cat and raised her eyebrows, shrugging.

“Y/N is a part of your life, Draco, and she comes from a noble family from what you’ve told me.  He will allow it, and so will I, provided that Y/N is shown to her own bedroom of course,” she smiled gently and touched her beloved son’s cheek before nodding to you and exiting the bedroom.

You let out a breath so deep, you thought you might deflate right then and there into a limp mass on the floor.  Draco’s arms were back around you instantaneously, pulling your body against his and rubbing your back.  You closed your eyes and placed a small kiss under his jaw.

“Thank you, love…thank you,” you mumbled against his skin. He kissed the top of your head, and then frowned when his lips were met with such wet hair.

“You need a hot bath, darling,” he cooed, stroking your cheek. A small smirk played across his lips and you blushed.  After kissing the tip of your chilly nose, he sauntered into his connecting bathroom and soon, you heard the rushing of hot water as it began to fill the bathtub.

Draco stood in the doorway, his turtleneck slung over his shoulder and his hand tucked away in his undone jeans.  You stood shivering, whether from the cold or from the sight of your love in such a sensual state, you had no idea.  He quirked his eyebrows and smirked, beckoning you to him.  Without another word, you slipped off your clothes and joined him.


Your eyes fluttered in the small panel of sunlight that slipped past the blackout curtains onto your flushed cheeks.  The sound of Draco’s steady, deep breathing only inches from your ear did wonders to ease you into your still new surroundings. You smiled and rolled on to your side to face the sleeping man beside you, and giggled hoarsely and quietly when you noticed how disheveled his white-blonde locks were.  His body, though nearly pale as snow, radiated a heat that was irresistible.  You pressed yourself against him and placed a lingering kiss on his collarbone.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” you whispered against his skin. Draco yawned and pulled his eyes open with great effort.  Upon seeing your smiling face, so close to his, Draco grinned sleepily and pressed his lips to your forehead, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Good morning,” he mumbled against your hair.  You smiled as his eyes closed again and he traced his fingers over the exposed skin of your back.  The sensation was calming and soft.  You relished in the familiar feeling of him.  And yet, you could recall a sensation similar to this, years ago when you were small.  

Images of your mother and father’s bedroom blurred through your mind as a 5-year-old you teetered through the cracked door.  You’d been crying, as nightmares terrorized your lonely sleep.  You could feel them lift you into the haven of their bed, your mother’s soothing kiss to your cheek, and your father rubbing your back to calm you as Draco was doing now, over a decade later.

“Darling?” Draco’s eyes blinked open once more as your tears rolled off his skin.  He propped up on one elbow with his eyebrows knit together, gripping your arm. “Darling what’s the matter?”

You sniffled quietly as nostalgia washed over you, and shook your head.  Your heart ached with a still fresh wound.

“I can’t believe they’ve thrown me out Draco…” your voice cracked as you spoke quietly, a lonely noise in a dark, unfamiliar room. “I miss them.”  The warm skin of the familiar boy’s hand brought you back, cupping your cheek and stroking away your tears.  Draco’s expression had softened and he pressed his lips to your forehead.

“All will be well, love,” he assured softly, slipping his arms around your waist once more and pulling you against his body.  You sniffed and braced your hands against his broad chest.  

Despite your distress at the previous days happenings, his words soothed you and you believed him.  In his arms, you felt almost as you had in your parent’s bedroom all those years ago.  As you peeked up through the strands of his white-blonde hair into those cool, grey eyes, you couldn’t help but smile through the reminiscent tears.  The man you so loved smiled back.  With a lingering kiss on his pale, eager lips, you knew you had found another haven.

Precious Cargo

Request: Hey, I love your imagines and was wondering if I could request a newt x reader? Maybe where like newt and the reader are dating, or like engaged, and the reader is pregnant (but no one but she herself knows it). And like newt and the gang go into battle and the reader ends up passing out. And then when she comes too, they’ve found out she’s pregnant? And maybe like an argument with reader and newt about why she didn’t tell him). HIGHKEY ANGST ANGST ANGST THANK YOU AND MAYBE-JUST MAYBE SOME FLUFF

Word Count: 3,178

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous

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Pushing your chair back, you stand from the dinner table that Queenie, Tina, and Newt sit at, laughing over a joke Tina heard at work. Newt’s eyes shine when he glances at you, and he places three fingers to his lips to hide the growing smile. Blushing, you smile back and begin clearing the plates from the table.

Your ring clicks against Queenie’s plate when you lift it, and you don’t bother trying to hide the smile that appears. She’ll be able to read your elation anyway.
In mock horror, Queenie turns to Newt. “Mr. Scamander, making her clear the table on her own? Is that anyway to treat your fiancée?”

Newt beams at your two-day old title. “I suppose it isn’t.” He places his balled-up napkin on the table, stands, and reaches to take the plates from you. “She shouldn’t have to lift a finger.”

You spin the diamond ring on your finger, melting under Newt’s look of pure adoration. Your stomach flutters and twirls. He tilts his head—such an adorable habit of his—and you want to be much closer.

Tina clears her throat, uncomfortable with the starry look the two of you are holding over the table. “Maybe we should go.”

Queenie giggles. “Come on, sis, let’s leave the two lovebirds alone.”

You tear your eyes from Newt’s dazzling ones. “Oh no, don’t –“ You start to say, but trail off at Queenie’s eye roll and understanding smirk.

The two disappear into the stairwell and close the front door as Newt sets the stack of plates down. The floor creaks as he steps around the table.

The smell of nutmeg, pine, and the wind surround you as Newt nears. His soft hand lifts yours, drawing it closer to his face where he can inspect the shimmering diamond.

“I’m glad you said yes.” A wisp of red hair drifts in front of his eyes as he lifts his gaze to yours, head still bent.

“I’m glad you asked,” you tease, heart hammering against your ribs like it wants to break out.

Newt drops your hand, smile quirking up the corners of his lips as he brushes a thumb over your cheekbone. “I would’ve been the biggest fool not to.”

“I can’t believe we’re engaged.”

“My mother’s going to have a heart attack when the owl arrives.”

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Silver Storm (5/?)

Summary: While on trip out of state, you were taken by Hydra. You were barely 21 at the time. Hydra took you and turned you into another asset, matching the Winter Soldier’s abilities. They injected you with a serum similar to his, wiped you,  and instructed the soldier himself to train you. He was hard on you, but when it was just the two of you he let his walls down. You were each other’s comfort, until the events of D.C when he was sent to kill Captain America. After that day, you never saw him again. You were told he abandoned you, that he was on the other side now. It’s been years since you’ve seen him, but what happens when he comes bursting through the doors of your facility?

Memories are in Italics, bold is readers thoughts *

It’s kind of a slow chapter guys, but itll step up for the next ones!

Pairing: none so far, but Bucky x reader (eventually) , reader x avengers

Warnings: swearing, torture, violence, sadness slight smut , little fluff

 - I wasn’t aware there was already a superhero with this name, so my character is in no way connected to  Marvels Silver Storm! *


                                                     Chapter 5

  It’s been a couple days since your almost kiss with Bucky. Since then, you’ve noticed more details in your interactions with him. Like that he always seems to be touching you, whether it’s holding your hand, moving your hair out of your face, or even sitting right next to you so you have your shoulders touching. It was always something. You haven’t had any memories appear, but the one of you both saying I love you replays in your mind constantly. You never told him what memory hit you in the shower; you managed to avoid answering when he asks. The only person you trusted with that knowledge is Wanda. You’ve grown extremely close with her, confiding in her and finding comfort in her presence. When you aren’t cuddling up to Bucky you’re usually in a similar position with Wanda. The other members of the team were just as nice but you weren’t as drawn to them as you were to Wanda. You don’t quite understand it, but you don’t care. Tony was starting to ease up on you, but he wasn’t as welcoming as the others still.

   As you lay on the couch, slightly snuggling with Wanda, the all too familiar ache in your head sets in. You cry out, resulting in Wanda pulling you closer into her.


You were in a fancy hotel room. Winter was sitting on the edge of the giant bed. He watched as you slid off the beautiful dress off your body.

“It’s sad that I look forward to undercover missions,” you sighed. He didn’t reply, just kept his eyes on you as you laid the dress over a chair. You were left in a lingerie set as you walked around the room. You were always chosen for undercover operations, what with Winter’s arm being a dead giveaway for him, but your handlers always sent him with you to keep an eye on you. You removed the lingerie, exchanging it for a plain black t-shirt Hydra supplied in your mission bag. You and Winter both laid in the bed, sleep apparently not coming to either of that night. You listened to his breathing, noting he was also awake.

“Winter, what’s wrong?” you asked.

“Your mission…tell me about it.”  What? He knows what the mission was. Why is he asking this?

“I was sent to retrieve information on the senator’s hard drive, you know that. What-”

“What happened during the mission, Silver.“ Oh.

"I had to seduce him to get to the computer. I was told to do whatever it takes, same rules as other missions, my love.”

“I saw all of it.”

You rolled yourself over to him, straddling his lap. “Солнечный свет, it isn’t uncommon, you’ve seen me have to do that before. It didn’t go further that just riling him up.”

“Do you know what is was like? Watching you all over him? It made me si-”

“Jealous?” you teased as you ground yourself down on his hardening cock. He flipped you both, then smashed his lips to yours in a heated, desperate kiss. You allowed him dominance, letting him lead the kiss as his tongue tangled with yours. You moaned as his hands freely roamed your body, ending up at the waistband of your panties. You had never gotten this far before, the cell not really providing as much privacy as you have with him right now.

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His hand slid under the band and you felt his fingers brush against your damp folds. An obscene moans left your lips as you arched your back into him. His lips landed on your neck now, leaving sloppy kisses until he got to the collar of your shirt. You pushed the shirt off your body, giving him full access. As he sucked on your nipples, you couldn’t help but beg.

“Winter, please,” you whimpered, clawing at his back. He locked eye contact with you as his tongue swirled over your hardened nipple.

You look past Winter and see a girl, her name escaping you at the time. But she keeps repeating a name at you.

"Y/n, you need to pull yourself out of this memory, it will only cause you pain,” she says.

Confusion floods your system as you watch your surrounding fade away. Winter begins to fade also, a cry leaving your lips as he does.


 You open your eyes, finding two sets looking back at you. Wanda is cradling your face in her hands as Bucky looks towards you with concern.

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

“How did you get in there?” you ask, trying to shake the flood of  emotions from the memory off.

“You started crying… I thought you were in pain. I’m sorry, I didn’t think it’d be-”

“What was it?” Bucky asks. You shoot Wanda a pleading look, silently asking to keep it between you.

“Just a childhood memory,” she quickly lies, helping you off the couch. “Come on, let’s try making a cake.” She drags you into the kitchen, the entire time questioning you about why you won’t tell him what you’re remembering. You wave her off, telling her you don’t want to make him feel like he has to be a certain way with you. You get her to drop the subject and switch it to baking.

  That night, as you crawl into bed with Bucky you feel the sense of deja vu. The memory from earlier replaying in your mind.

“You haven’t told me about your last two memories… Is something wrong? I don’t want to pressure-”

“Bucky, I just - they were of you. You aren’t pressuring me, it’s just… I don’t want to freak you out with them,” you quietly say.

“Doll, you can tell me anything. Trust me, I think it’ll take more than a couple memories to freak me out.” You sigh, turning so your back is to him now. Might as well.

“Both memories were intimate moments of us.”

He stays silent, waiting for you to continue. When you don’t, he scoots himself so he’s spooning you. His arm slides around your waist, pulling you flush against him. What is he doing?

“Глупая девчонка (Silly girl), there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re forgetting I have the same memories.” His words hit you hard. How did I not think of that? His hand slides under your shirt and he begins running his hand up your bare thigh to rest on your stomach.

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“Everything is different now… we are different now. You’ve made an entirely new life for yourself. A life I still know nothing about actually,” you confess, tears sliding down your cheeks. “I just - I reappeared out of nowhere, disrupting it. I don’t want to shake it up even more than I have.”  I really don’t know anything about him now, just little things I’ve picked up over the time being here.  But what does he do when he isn’t here or on missions? Does he have other friends? You know he will deny that you’re shaking anything up, but you know how much your presence has changed his world already. He hasn’t gone on a mission since he brought you back. His friends (no matter how welcoming they are) are still adjusting to having another Hydra creation in their home. You can’t help but feel like a burden.

You feel his grip tighten around you. “You are not disrupting anything. You being here- I just- now that you’re here, I can’t let you go again. It’s hard finding someone that’s been through the torture of Hydra. It’s nice having you here. It’s comforting knowing that I’m not alone,” he admits.

You turn yourself in his arms, your nose nudging his from the closeness. “Bucky-”

You’re silenced by his lips on yours, slowly moving with yours. You pull away quickly, despite your body begging you to stay in that spot.

“I don’t want you feel like you have feel this-” He cut you off again, with a harder kiss this time. You don’t pull away, instead pushing him to his back rolling on top of him. His hands land on your hips as the kiss turns slightly more heated. Your hips roll against his, pulling a half groan/half moan from him. You remove your lips from his, trying to catch your breath.

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“I don’t feel like I have to do anything. It took everything in me not to pull you to me and kiss the hell out of you when I saw you on that rooftop. I remember everything, every intimate moment we had,”  his voice is raspy, his hands still holding your hips to him.

  "Everything?“ you ask, resting your hands on his chest.

"Everything, doll. I love-”

He’s cut off by the sound of his door sliding open. Standing in his doorway is a beautiful woman, straight brown hair just hitting below her shoulders and dazzling hazel eyes, staring at the both of you. You can see by the expression on her face that she is just as surprised as you.

“Oh, James, I didn’t mean to-” James? Why is she calling him that? You move off of Bucky, a blush blooming across your cheeks.

“Katie what are you doing here?” he asks, his voice emotionless. Who the hell is she?

“What are you talking about? I always come after a mission so we can….talk,” she says, but you know by the way she pauses at the end that they don’t just ‘talk’. I’m such an idiot. Of course he has someone. You pull on a pair of pants from the shopping bags,  avoiding the eyes of the other two in the room.You bolt to the door, and as you pass Katie you look over your shoulder at Bucky.

“Y/n, you don’t have to-” you don’t let him finish.

“But I do, I wasn’t aware I was disrupting previous plans. I’m sorry, miss.” You make your way out, passing Steve before you get to the elevator.

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“Y/n, it’s not what it looks like-” he begins, but as you step in the elevator you stop him.

“He’s a big boy, Steve. He can do what he wants and doesn’t need anyone to defend him anymore.”  The doors begin to close, and Bucky comes sprinting your way.

“Y/n, wait!” A tear rolls down your face as the doors shut right before he gets to you.

How could I be so naïve?

 Your thoughts are spiraling in your head. You’re not hurt just because of the idea of Katie, you’re upset because you really don’t know who Bucky Barnes is. You knew the Winter Soldier, but he no longer exists. Realization hits you: Everything I knew… Winter, myself, how people function, how the world works… isn’t the same as it was just two weeks ago for me. Life is different now and you have to adapt to how things work in the real world, not the falsified world Hydra surrounded you with. One thing really hits you particularly hard though. The man I loved didn’t exist outside the walls of that cell.

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Dying Embers- A Nessian Fic

Written for an anon from the angst prompt list I reblogged. I’m just trying to rattle through all these to get me writing so this wasn’t planned or beta read I just kind of…threw it at a screen and now it’s here. But I hope you like it. 

Title: Dying Embers

Summary: Prompt: ‘Remember when you promised we’d always be together? Because I remember when I thought you meant it.” ACOWAR, after the War but still early in their relationship, the pressures of Nesta’s transformation cripple her relationship with Cassian. 

Teaser:  There’s nothing to stop him as he strides past her, yanks open the door, and vanishes out into the swirling snow beyond. Nothing but her. And she says nothing, the words sticking in her tight throat. When she opens the bond to reach him, to try and communicate with him through that no matter how much it will hurt to feel his anger and anguish, she finds that she can’t reach him. He’s shut her out from his side and no amount of screaming and hammering on it will convince him to yield to her.

Link: AO3 

“Remember when you promised we’d always be together? Because I remember when I thought you meant it.” Cassian’s voice is cold and hard as he bites those words out, seconds before she’s stepped through the door from outside. His words sting far more than the sudden flare of heat contrasted with the frozen chill outside their house. 

On the word ‘promise’ the bond between them burns, almost angrily, inside her chest, reminding her of that promise. She opens her mouth to tell him that she has no idea what he’s talking about and then…The letter he’d been holding when she walked in drops to the table and she understands. She understands the words, the venom in them. She understands the way that he’s looking at her, those hazel eyes of his usually so soft and tender now hard and cold and dark, chips of stone in his face. 

The instinct she expects to come, the rising fury she anticipates to come to her aid, to demand to know what he was doing reading her personal letters in the first place, berate him on that, start an argument that has them screaming two different accusations at one another, never listening, never responding to the other- doesn’t come. It doesn’t even threaten. It’s…Gone. 

That anger she had clung to like a crutch all those years in the cottage after her mother’s death is no more. The rage that had dragged her through this transformation a year ago and the war that followed is just…gone. Like a candle snuffed out by a thoughtless breath. It had been the only thing to still give her light, the only thing to keep her going and now… 

The war, the second war, had ended four months ago. She and Cassian had accepted the mating bond during it. It had been then she had made her promise, the eve of the first battle they had both taken part in, that they would always be together. No matter what this war through at them, no matter what they had to endure they would endure it together, and never be parted. She hadn’t even made it a year without ruining this for them. 

The anger still won’t come, the indignation, the desire to spit in his face and tell him what an idiot he is to ever think that but…But it won’t come. Without it she feels lost. She had hated it in the cottage, this one wild part of her that no matter how she had tried she had never been able to tame. Her will had kept her alive all those years, pulled her through her grief at losing her mother, at losing everything, had helped her resist High Lord’s magic and King’s decrees and the Making that had broken her instead had not been enough to control that fire. She had wanted it leashed, had wanted to be able to command it and have it obey her and it had refused. At every turn it had refused. 

She had never thought that she might some day miss it. She had never truly considered what might happen if she’d been able to control it, smother it, silence it. She knows now. The silence that echoes through the hollows of her desolate self tells her well enough what that anger was keeping her from becoming. An empty shell, a ghost trapped in this new body, still breathing, still living but…Dead to all other purposes. 

She has never felt so lost, so utterly adrift and alone. There have been times she should have felt like this, times she should have and none of them look like this, settled in a home she owns with her mate, with the man she loves more than any other; more than she’d ever thought possible. She should be happy here, they have peace, they have a beautiful home, they have each other. She should be happy and yet….

Cassian waits, staring at her, with an odd expression on his face she can’t quite read. Not desperation or hope or grief just…Sadness. Shifting into resignation. He shakes his head, finally dropping her gaze, and somehow that hurts more than the cutting words and the burning stare, that absence of anything, and she has an inkling of how he feels. 

His wings flare slightly behind him in a movement that she’s learned to interpret. She had been surprised at how much of the Illyrian’s body language was connected to their wings, though she supposed she shouldn’t have been, it had been something she’d forced herself to learn to help her read him and understand him. What he feels now…is trapped. He wants to get out, to fly, away from this, away from her. He can’t. Not yet. His wings aren’t strong enough for that but…

There’s nothing to stop him as he strides past her, yanks open the door, and vanishes out into the swirling snow beyond. Nothing but her. And she says nothing, the words sticking in her tight throat. When she opens the bond to reach him, to try and communicate with him through that no matter how much it will hurt to feel his anger and anguish, she finds that she can’t reach him. He’s shut her out from his side and no amount of screaming and hammering on it will convince him to yield to her. 

Nesta slides down the wall at her back, crumpling into a small heap on the floor, unable to summon even the energy to weep. 

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Thursday's

A Kai Parker Highschool Imagine! 

 Warnings: SMUT AHEAD 

Originally posted by thatimaginewriter

 Thursday was Y/N’s favorite day of the week. Because it combined her two favorite things. Tennis and her boyfriend, Kai Parker. Kai had been her crush for the first years of Highschool. And now she was his girlfriend. Y/N didn’t know who to thank for this little wonder, but she was thankful each and everyday. Kai was everything a girl wants. Caring, funny, honest, sexy…and a little bit possessive. That’s why he is walking Y/N to the tennis club every Thursday. To spend two hours, watching her and making sure none of the boys around were checking her out. Y/N had to admit, she looked cute as hell, in her short tennis skirt and with those tennis socks, she was wearing. They were driving Kai wild. And almost every other boy. Y/N had told him many times, that she could take care of herself. But he didn’t listen. The thing was that Kai didn’t mind to watch her for two hours. The way her skirt lifted a little and exposed the soft flesh of her thighs. Or how her brows furrowed in concentration. He loved to watch her heavy breathing, it looked just like when she was laying underneath him. And they were having their fun. So every Thursday Kai was sitting on a bench, at the site of the tennis court. Keeping an eye out for the boys playing basketball or chilling. He clenched his jaw whenever he saw one of them even look at his, Y/N. To let everyone see who she belonged to, Kai was all over her whenever she stopped playing for a moment. ‘Admit it,’ he was whispering in her ear hoarsely,’ you are wearing these socks only to drive me mad.’ Y/N smiled to herself. The girl she played with, had to get another hair tie for herself, so Y/N had a short moment in that she could give her attention to her boyfriend, who was craving it badly. ‘Can you even imagine what you are doing to me, Y/N? And to those boys,maybe I should take you here in front of them, to prove that you are mine.’ Y/N couldn’t believe her ears. 'Kai!’ She exclaimed, looking at her boyfriend intensely. He knew how much his dirty talk turned her on. 'You are blushing, baby. Did I make you uncomfortable?’ Kai winked at her. Y/N smiled knowingly. She couldn’t wait to finally get home and have her way with him. 'Y/N, hey, I’m sorry but I have to go. My sister is in the hospital. She had a accident. A broken bone or something.’ Y/N turned around to face her friend. 'Sure,’ she said with a worried expression on her face,’ I hope she’s fine soon. See you.’ Her friend nodded, grabbed her racket hand left. Y/N turned her attention back to Kai, who was starring at her impatiently. 'Well, I suggest we leave. And have some fun,’ he laughed, that beautiful laugh that send chill down Y/N’s spine. How was everything about him so sexy? Y/N chuckled and grabbed her stuff. 'I’ll just get my water bottle from over there,’ she said and jogged to the back of the court to get the bottle. As she bend over to pick it up, one of the boys who were playing basketball whistled at her. 'Hey Babe, how ya’ doin?’ Uh-Oh, Y/N thought and made her way back to Kai. So they could leave as fast as possible. But her boyfriend seemed to be more interested in what the guy had to say than her. Y/N placed a hand on his chest. ’ Kai come on just go, he’s not worth it,’ she tried to convince him but was cut off by the boy again. ’ A Woman like you should be with a real man. Not with an imp like him.’ His friend laughed and Y/N could literally feel the heat radiating through Kai. The vein on his neck was pulsating. 'What did you say, you fucking Bitch?!’ Kai started stalking towards the boy. Clenching his fists. Y/N was trying to stop him, but it was too late. Kai had landed a straight punch to the guy’s jaw. And another one. 'Kai, stop!’ She shouted and tried to get him off of the boy. 'You little rat. That’s what you deserve. She’s with me, got it?!’ The other guy’s were standing around them, in a circle, not sure what to do. 'Calm the fuck down, Kai,’ Y/N grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the group of boys. 'What the fuck? Why did you do that?’ She hissed at him. Kai looked at her confused. Didn’t she hear what that Asshole had said? They were walking towards the locker room. Y/N ripped open the door and shoved her boyfriend inside. He turned around to face her, their noses almost touching. ’ Because he talked to you. And he acted as if I didn’t know how to please you,’ he ranted,’ I am not going to let some little imp talk to you like that,’ Kai pressed his body into hers. Y/N had to admit that this was making her wet. She could feel his cock on the inside of her thigh. His eyes turned black from lust and he let out an inhumane growl. 'I’m gonna show you why you are with me,’ he pressed her into one of the lockers. 'I want you to come for me, babe.’ It turned Y/N on how dominating he was. She could feel the heat, the jealousy and the lust radiating off of him. His strong hands firmly pressed Y/N’s hips into the locker as his face was along her neck, breathing in her scent deeply. His breath was hot against her neck as he growled in pleasure. Then his lips were on hers. Kissing her deep and passionate. A small moan escaped her lips. Kai pulled her shirt over her head and started kissing every inch of exposed skin. 'I want you to wear that skirt while I am fucking you,’ one of his hands slid between her thighs, while the other grabbed Y/N’s breast and massaged it. ,Mine,’ his voice full of possession and lust, as he pushes deeply against Y/N’s wet core. 'Yes, I’m yours.’ She purred into his ear. Spurning him on and making him wilder than he already was. Kai looked deeply into Y/N’s eyes before turning her around and propping her ass up in the air. 'Look at my sweet girl,’ he whispered,’ so wet already…do you want me to fuck you?’ He grinned. Y/N could only nod. She was already filled to the brim with lust and she couldn’t take his teasing anymore. Without any warning she could feel Kai’s rock hard member entering her, stretching her out. Y/N cried out in surprise. He felt so good inside her. ’ oh yes! Fuck,’ he moaned into her ear. He lit a fire inside her that threatened to burn her inside out. ’ I bet not one of these guys could fuck you like I do,’ he whispered huskily into her ear. Kai’s pace fastened until it was almost bruising. Nothing was to be heard but they’re small moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin. It didn’t take the fire inside of Y/N very long. She could feel her skin being on fire already. 'Baby, I’m close.’ She whined. Kai grabbed her hair and forced her to look at him. ’ Cum for me, Y/N. I want you to look into my eyes when you’re cumming, got it?’ He growled again, triggering her approaching orgasm. Three more deep strokes and he had hit her sweet spot. Sending her into an mind-blowing orgasm. Y/N’ eyes were fixed on him. 'KAI!’ She cries out. He wasn’t breaking eye contact until he came inside of her. Kai moaned her name and was still holding onto her. 'You have to wear that skirt for me more often.’

The Things She Carried

Part 7. In His Dreams

Dean x Reader

Masterpost with all the parts

Summary: Dean meets a huntress. Well, he would define her a robot. At least until he gets to know her…

Word Count: 1700+

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Happy Birthday, Bucky!

Summary: AU! Bucky comes home from work to a celebration in his honor.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader, plus some dad!Bucky feels

Word Count: 982

Warnings: fluff and cuteness overload

A/N: This is a one-shot (my first one on this blog!) in honor of Bucky’s 100th birthday (and in honor of me reaching 2k+ followers). I was in mighty need of some Time After Time Bucky, so that’s the family I used. I wrote this in like fifteen minutes to try to make up for my previous story’s angst.

HBD Old Man!

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Do you hear that? It’s the sound of my heart breaking every time I see the change of emotion in Sana’s face on the last clip. 

She seems so proud and happy of everyone in the room singing along and being at peace… and then the storm arrives hence her wide and beautiful smile changes to an expression I don’t wanna see on her again while she watches how the boy squad walks away… It just kills me. That tear you can see on her eye which is about to stream down her face… It just breaks my heart into million pieces. Sana is such a good person…she hates violence. She hates people that she loves and care about fighting…she has so much in her plate and no one seems to care about her. It just… so sad. She deserves so much better. 

I can’t with this. I love her so much I wanna hug her so tight. 

Iman Meskini is such a good actress, I feel so attacked.

~Happy Valentine’s Day~

Adrien sighed, a smile on his face.

“Oh, man, you don’t even understand how wonderful you are. You’re so talented and strong, and smart, and clever, and bright. You have dozens of admirers, coming up and expressing their love for you - and who can blame them? You’re kind and fair, and you make me laugh harder than I’ve ever laughed, and-wow. You’re just incredible and - and I just want to say I love you. So much.”

Marinette smiled, something clogging her throat as she stared up at the blond boy.

“Adrien, that’s a beautiful speech. Perfect.” She laughed airily and wiped her face. “You made me cry, look.”

He beamed, and it was such a beautiful sight it made her heart soar. 

“Thanks for letting me rehearse my speech; do you really think La-the girl I like will like it too?” He asked.

Marinette nodded, biting her lip. “Y-Yeah…she’s a real lucky girl, Adrien.”

The love of her life put his hand on her shoulder, and for once, she just wanted to slap it away and run far, far away.

“Thanks, Marinette! You’re such a great friend!”

anonymous asked:

If you're still interested in Natsume prompts, maybe something where the Fujiwara''s are invited to a family reunion and Touko and/or Shigeru use that opportunity to scold the family or something. Maybe say something to the effect of "do you see this precious child? He's ours now!"

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When his cousin asks, “So how have things been with that boy around?” something bitter fills the back of Shigeru’s throat. 

It must show on his face, at least in part, because Katsuya’s wife lays a hand on his arm and scolds him, “That was rude. We talked about this on the way over.”

Of course they did, an uncharitable part of Shigeru’s heart remarks. Among his relatives, Takashi is a popular conversation topic, and very rarely in a kindly way.

The silence is something uncomfortable for a moment. Touko, pausing in refilling teacups, laughs airily – sitting back and pressing a delicate hand to the side of her face, as though simply caught off-guard by the question instead of perturbed by it. 

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