the way he lets her just hug him

I'm On My Knee

Hi babes! This is a marshmallow-soft story about the reader and Tom having a special inside joke. That inside joke being Tom dramatically falling down onto one knee to tease her after she accidentally tells him that it’s always been how she wants to get proposed to. The inside joke makes the both of them think a lot about their future and cuteness ensues! I hope that you like it!

Side note: The film was everything I wanted it to be and more? It owns my entire heart? The cast did so well and I’m so happy for all of them and my heart is just overflowing with love and I’m going to see the film again tomorrow!

I’m On My Knee

“He makes me want to wear a white dress and walk down the aisle.” She murmured to her boyfriend, utterly and completely inebriated. “I want to learn how to cook so he can always come home to a hot meal. He makes me want to learn more so that I’ll always have new things to talk to him about, and he makes me want to take care of myself so that I can look good for him. I wanna read every book on the planet earth and watch every film, just so I have stories to tell him before we go to sleep. But, mostly, he makes me wanna wear a white dress and walk down the aisle.”

    Tom smiled, securing a strong arm around her waist before she had the opportunity to slip from the barstool she was trying to twirl on. Holding her still, he questioned, “anything else you want, darling?”

    Lurching forward, she twined her arms around his neck and moved to perch on his knee. She shoved her face into Tom’s neck and breathed in deeply, dragging her hands across the expanse of her boyfriend’s chest. He smelled of french cologne, the fabric of his shirt felt soft beneath her cheek, and she was so close to him that she could count the beats of his heart. “I love you.”

    Supporting her frame, Tom kissed the top of her head, “I love you more.” She sighed into his chest and Tom helped her to her feet, making sure that he still had her locked in his arms. “Let’s get you home now, drunky.”

“I want him on his knee like in the old films,” she added before she allowed Tom to guide her to their parked car.

    Truly, Tom felt the same way about her, but there was no way that he wouldn’t tease her about her intoxicated confession every chance he got. He’d been dreaming about how beautiful she’d look walking down the aisle to meet him since their third date and it comforted him that she seemed to feel the same way.

    She knew that she had majorly screwed up the next morning when Tom dropped down onto one knee, offering her a bottle of advil and a glass of water to soothe the pounding in her head that refused to be ignored.

    “On my knee, baby, just how you wanted!” Tom smiled, his curls flopping down in his eyes in the most endearing of ways. She hated that he looked so cute while he was so successfully embarrassing her.

    Groaning, she brought her hands up to cover her face, “Tom, stop! I told you that I was just drunk. Let it go!” She pleaded, blush spreading as far as the tips of her ears.

    Her boyfriend feigned hurt feelings, “well, if you were truly joking, guess I’m out of here. Gotta go get me a girl who’s in it for the long haul.” Tom joked as he moved to walk out the door.

    “Tom,” she whined before rushing forward to keep him in place with a hug. “Stop being so dumb and help me make pancakes. You flip them better than I do.”

    Smiling down at her, Tom took of her hands within his own and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, “One day, I’ll be way more than just your boyfriend who flips pancakes better than you do. One day, I’ll be your husband who flips pancakes better than you do.” Tom laughed, picking her up to spin her around the kitchen.

    She was happy that Tom was focused on not dropping her or running into anything because she was even pinker than she’d thought previously possible and she was positive that the smile on her face was so huge that her face would crack into halves. It didn’t matter that she didn’t have the greatest job, it didn’t matter that she was absolute shit at math, in fact, she couldn’t think of anything that mattered to her more than what Tom had just said. He was planning on a future with her and she was so elated that she spent the entire rest of her week floating from place to place on a bed made of cotton candy clouds.

    The next time Tom dropped to one knee for her, it was in the flower shop while she was sifting through bins of tulip bouquets for their friend’s dinner party. “Because I love you,” Tom said, holding out a bundle of daisies.

    Rolling her eyes, she took the flowers and bent forward to kiss Tom tenderly on the mouth. “Because I love you,” she repeated back to him before taking both bouquets to the register while Tom struggled to free his wallet before she could pay for her daisies.

    The time after that, Tom fell to one knee when she had come home with smudged mascara and tears dripping from the corners of her eyes. Hurrying off the couch, he dropped to one knee in front of her, pulling her to perch softly onto his popped knee. “What’s the matter darling?”

    Shrugging her shoulders, her lower lip trembled and she merely hid her face in Tom’s neck.  Stroking her hair and mumbling the words to ‘Moon River’ into her ears, Tom waited for her to tell him what was upsetting her. He did his best to search his mind for anything he could’ve done, anything her friend’s could’ve done, anything at home that could have upset her and came back with nothing. Tom briefly had a fleeting feeling that he was failing as her husband until it clicked in his brain that he hadn’t ever gotten down on one knee before her to present her with an actual ring.

    That night, while she snuggled into the crook of his arm, her face hidden so close to his neck that Tom could feel her lips press into his skin, he looked up some photos of rings. Each time Tom found a particularly nice ring, he’d zoom in and envision it on her lovely hands. Looking down at her hand that was loosely curled around his waist, he murmured to her sleeping form, “nobody, not even the rain,has such small hands.” His girl had been on an E.E. Cummings kick and clearly the poetry she read aloud to him had rubbed off on Tom.

    Placing his phone back into it’s charging station on their nightable, Tom laid down and  made sure to lace his fingers through her own before he shut eyes to sleep, agreeing with E. E. Cummings  that nobody had such small hands. Such small hands that a glittering ring would only compliment.

    The next weekend, as she and Tom strolled through the supermarket to grab some fresh vegetables and fruit, and maybe a loaf of bread to go along with dinner, Tom spotted the baked goods aisle. Getting completely sidetracked, Tom stood staring at the pastries while she carried on in search of the produce section. Glancing at her retreating figure and then back at the deserts, Tom grabbed an armful of cookies, cinnamon rolls and cupcakes before hurrying after her.

    Her eyes widened when she saw her boyfriend nearly skipping towards her, arms overflowing with pastries. “Tom,” she started, cocking her hip and raising her brows, “that is ridiculous. Pick one thing, we already have too many snacks as it is!”

    “No, no, darling, you don’t get it. We’d leave the cinnamon rolls for breakfast, and we could eat the cookies as a snack, and then the cupcakes could be after dinner.” Tom tried to ration.

    “Tom, I’ll eat them all and then get bigger and you know I’m trying to look good this summer!” She whined, shaking her head and silently pleading for Tom to at least put one of the items he was holding back.

    Shuffling the food around in his arms, Tom attempted to clutch all the food with only one hand. Gently moving her hair away from her eyes, Tom kissed her temple. “Darling, you know that you’re perfect. There’s nothing wrong with how you look, and nothing would be wrong with how you look even if you decided to inhale the entire pastry department on your own. I love the way you think, how kind you are to others, and you’re one of the smartest and least arrogant people that I know! I love you for your heart, and your brain. I thank the universe every night for your lungs and your kidneys, because they make you. You’re sweet-ass body just happens a perk of loving you.”

    Tom kissed her one last time before dropping down onto one knee before her, “c’mon angel, please?” He asked one last time.

    Rolling her eyes at her boyfriend’s cheesiness, she placed the cupcakes and the cinnamon rolls in her basket before leading Tom over to the fruit and asking him to pick out the crunchiest apples for their salad.

    When Tom fell to one knee again, it was after she had gone shopping with her friends and was currently modeling her new purchases at his request. She had exited the bathroom in which she was changing in, wearing an extremely short, white dress that left very little, if anything to Tom’s imagination. The dress was littered with small, red roses and had straps that were tied into a bow. As she twirled for him, Tom could see that the straps were the only thing holding her new dress together and by the time that she’d stopped her spinning, Tom was on one knee.

    “Should I take this off myself or do you wanna get up off the floor and help me?” She giggled, toying with the bow sitting atop her shoulder blade.

    As Tom carefully untied her dress and watched it fall to the ground, he muttered, “pretty ring would go nice with the roses.”

    She could barely hear what Tom had said, let alone comprehend it, as he began to pepper her exposed body with warm kisses. Stuttering out an barely audible, “uh-huh,” as Tom mouthed over the sensitive spot she had just beneath her ear.

    As time went on, “I’m on my knee,” became a phrase that she would hear from Tom almost as frequently as he said “I love you.” He’d drop to his knee in public, private, essentially everywhere they went. She was nearly convinced that Tom on his knee wouldn’t ever mean anything other than their inside joke, but little did she know how Tom feeling.

    Each time he dropped down onto one knee before her, it always made him long to obtain a ring to present her with. Considering that he was on his knee for her essentially everyday now, so much so that even the press was completely desensitized to photos of Tom on his knee before his girl, he was legitimately out and about looking for rings.

    He’d recruited his mother to assist with the search, begged Harrison, Jacob, his brothers, his father, and even her mother to help him with the search, but none of them could find a ring that Tom felt was worthy of her hands. Each time someone would send him a photo of a ring that left Tom dissatisfied, which was often, he’d simply send back the verse from ‘Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond,’ regarding the smallest of hands. At this point, nobody was sure what he meant. Once Harrison had tried to clarify what exactly the rain having tiny hands had to do with the ring search, but he came back describing a look of genuine craziness in his best mate’s eyes and decided to drop it.

    It was only after Tom had wandering into an antique shop with his mother that he found something perfect for her. The wedding ring was vintage and even came with an engagement ring, and after Tom had spent countless hours on the weekend thrifting and wandering in an out of hidden gem shops with his girl, he knew that she’d love it.

    Tom could only hide the ring for about a week. He was utter and complete shit at hiding things, especially from her, and the ring felt as if it was burning a hole through his pocket. He couldn’t wait to let the whole world know that she was going to his forever and he’d be hers for just as long. Tom just needed to create the perfect moment.

    Luckily for him, the perfect moment came the very next morning. Tom trailed behind her, kissing the back of her neck softly as she laughed and threaded her fingers up through his curls. They were deep within the poetry section of the most massive library Tom had ever seen and when she reached up to grab a novel, Tom felt as if the wind got knocked out of him. In her hands sat a copy of E. E. Cummings collected poems and while she sifted through the pages, Tom prayed inwardly to the universe for her to read the poem that he knew was destined to be hers.

    Not allowing her time to chose a poem, Tom dropped down to one knee while her back was still turned on him. Digging the ring out from the confines of his pocket, he could only get the last few lines of the poem out. “I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice in your eyes is deeper than all roses.”

    As Tom neared the end of the poem, she turned and opened her mouth to say the last verse with him. “Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.” She smiled, completely prepared to meet Tom’s eyes as she finally faced him.

    At first, the only thing her mind could register was that her boyfriend was on his knee, as always. It took her a second to take in the ring that glittered off of the library’s bright ceiling chandelier. Pressing a hand over her lips, she struggled to breath, her small hands gripping the open poetry book in her hands. “Do you mean it, Tom?” She questioned, her eyes flicking down to the ring he was presenting her with.

    His eyes were glassy in the light, and Tom smiled, “course I do, darling. I’m on my knee after all.”


‘’Why is she wearing my hoodie?’’

A/N: Here is just another fluff bomb for you all, hope you it! Please let me know what you think. Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes

Pairings: Bucky X Reader

Prompt: Bucky tries to figure out the reason behind his missing hoodie one day, relishing in the idea that might be a win-win situation for both of you.. but what might that lead to? 

Warnings: Fluff overload

Word count: 3745

Originally posted by snowfox934

It all started out innocently enough, on a monday evening after a return home from a particularly difficult mission. Your feet brushed against the cold kitchen tiles, a shiver trailing through your body as you made your way to the fridge for a late night snack. You grabbed a plate of brownies, showing the fridge close with your elbow before making your way to the television room.

You were surprised to find it empty, smiling to yourself as you relished in the idea of being able to pick a movie for once as you planted yourself on the couch. You placed the plate on the sofa table, bringing a brownie to your mouth as you browsed through the selection available on Netflix until you found something of your liking. Another shiver trailed down your spine, your body being tired and drained of energy from the mission and you reached over to the blanket at and brought it over your legs. Your eyes landed on a grey hoodie, figuring it was Steve’s you contently threw it over your shoulders and enjoyed the warmth and smell of the large garment that covered your figure.

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Tantalizing: 07

Originally posted by jikookfantasy

Tantalizing: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08
Ship: Jungkook | Reader
Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge.
Warning: Dom!Jungkook, Intercourse, Oral, Blowjob, Hair Pulling, Tons of Fucking Angst, Masturbating, Exhibitionism, Overstimulation, Slight Degrading Names?
Word Count: 6,631

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2.05 // 2.16 // 3.13 // 4.13

I just realized that this is the first time bellamy is the one reaching out for clarke and not the other way around. Like all the times they’ve hugged before, she has been the one who hugs him first and puts her arms around his neck, now she just rests her arms shyly around his body. She is the one being caressed, she is the one being protected and bellamy is the one comforting her and letting her know how much he cares

Bughead moments...

There was so much content in this episode:

That opening scene!

  • The way they are hanging out in her room before breakfast
  • Betty once again confiding in Jughead and him assuring her that she did nothing wrong
  • Jughead’s little “come here” and his freaking smile
  • Betty cupping his face
  • Jughead’s hand on her leg!
  • Betty’s angry face as her mom interupts 
  • The way that Alice Cooper is so incredibly chill with Jughead. She hates all of Betty’s friends, but doesn’t blink an eye when she so obviously interrupts them kissing
  • Alice not being afraid to talk in front of Jughead, it’s almost like she’s already treating his as one of the family

The break room scene

  • The way that Jughead settles next to Betty on the chair even though that room is filled with furniture.
  • Betty immediatly leaning up against him
  • I love seeing that they are so comfortable with each other in front of their friends

Confronting Cheryl scene

  • Couple power walk
  • Betty looking to Jughead for support and his little nod
  • The way that Jughead watches her, he is so proud of how she stands up for herself and her sister
  • Their multiple glances throughout the entire conversation. They always seem to say so much without any words.
  • Jughead’s intense “CHERYL” when she teases about not giving the message. Protective boyfriend mode activated.
  • Jughead putting his arm around Betty and nodding as if to say “It’s all going to be okay.”

The Hug scene

  • Oh my god this entire scene
  • Betty once again choosing Jughead as the person who she confides in about her family and all of the craziness
  • Jughead trying to use sarcasm to lighten the mood and calm Betty down (as he has successfully done in the past…”we’re all crazy”) But immediatly getting serious when he realizes that isn’t going to work this time
  • Jughead’s look of alarm when Betty talks about the Coopers not existing anymore
  • JUGHEAD’S MONOLOGUE TELLING BETTY TO NOT GIVE UP. Have you ever heard something more beautiful?
  • How his voice gets so strong when he talks about her being stronger than all of the white noise
  • The way his voice breaks when he says “Don’t let go”. He might be thinking about his own family and how his mom let go and how he wasn’t able to keep them together. He doesn’t want the same thing to happen to Betty and he knows that she is strong enough to stop it.
  • That collar grab!!! That killed me.
  • Betty taking Jughead’s words to heart and assuring him that she won’t let go.
  • The hug! How Betty holds him so tightly and how he reaches one hand up to hold her head.

The Mama Cooper Scene

  • First of all, I just love how Betty brings Jughead with her for support wherever she goes. 
  • The fact that Jughead has now been in the Cooper’s house at least 4 times that we have seen.
  • Jughead inviting her mom to write at the Blue and Gold…oh my god. Betty looked to him to ask, so was he the one who came up with the idea?
  • Mama Cooper and Jughead’s interactions in this scene are so easygoing. She obviously approves of him and he is obviously comfortable with her.

The ending scene

  • Okay, but the fact that Archie goes to Betty and Jughead because he knows that they are the two most likely people to actually do something about this information warms my heart.
  • I love how Betty and Jughead are immediatly on the same page with suspecting Hiram Lodge.
  • Archie looks confused when Jughead starts writing something, but Betty already knows what he is doing.
  • Look how excited those two dorks get at a new possible suspect. They barely refrain from jumping up and down in joy.
  • Also, I love that Jughead is the one who wrote all of the names on the board. He loves the idea of a murder board so much and I’m sure our little extra boy loves putting a new name up.
  • I just love our two dorky sleuths okay?

Omegaverse with omega blue bby because i’m weak

  • Eveyone is alpha except, of course, Lance and Pidge. 
  • So, you know, there’s too many alpha hormones going on in the castle and sometimes is just to much. Even Pidge, who hasn’t presented yet, is sometimes overwhelmed.
  • They think Lance is a beta.
  • Allura may be their Princess but Shiro is the official leader of the pack. This causes lots of trouble between them. Allura and Shiro respects each other, but when they disagree, is fucking hell in the ship.
  • Keith is really in touch with his instincs. Which is bad and good at the same time. Is perfecto for battle, but it also causes a lot of drifts between him and his teammates. He can’t help but try to fight Shiro’s commands, but the older alpha always wins and obliges him to submit.
  • Hunk is crazy strong, and Shiro is thankfull the paladin has a peaceful nature because there’s no way he could make him submit. If Hunk wanted it, he could be the alpha leader. But that’s not what his heart desire. Instead of using his ‘alpha-ness’ to lead, he uses it to break the fights between Shiro and Allura when they get to bad or to face enemies in order to protect others. 
  • Coran, even though he’s an alpha, submits easily to his princess and the paladins. Not really caring about things like fighting over control. No, he’s happy where he is. Taking care of everyone else.
  • Pidge doesn’t have her own scent yet, so Shiro has to nuzzle her like a pup to leave his own scent on her and make her smell like pack. 

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#i dont see this talked about enough #the look of pain on magnus’ face after he has to send somebody he cares about to the clave #he’s lost so much in this world and you can see how much this pains him to give somebody up #he had to give up camille the woman who saved his life and who he thought he was in love with #then he had to give up iris #one of his kind #and iris said something about warlocks being a dying breed right? #and he just turned one over to the clave to protect his friends #just imagine how bad that must make him feel #he’s watching his people slowly die out and being murdered by valentine and he still turns her over because its the right thing to do #and because they both hurt people he cares about and he wont ever let anybody hurt them #even if it means hurting himself #and nobody else seems to notice how hard these things are for him #except maybe alec #who takes the time to ask him how he feels about camille #and the way he looks so worried about him after he sends iris to the clave #i just #i have so many feelings about my son #he deserves all the good things in the world #somebody hug him #alec hug your boyfriend

dreams that you dare to dream...

Finale Canon Divergence time - so, imagine that the magic bean Killian retrieved from the beanstalk was still usable and I’m gonna spin off from there…(cause I wanted the payoff for the lengths Killian went through in the EF to try to get back to Emma) - 900 words


Regina and Snow have a silent conversation and seem to come to an agreement, both of them looking at Killian with equal looks of unwavering determination.

“Go, use the bean. Get to Emma and do whatever it takes to help her believe again. I’m going to find David and Regina will do whatever she can to hold this place together.”

Killian grips the bean tight in his palm, feeling both incredulous at the suggestion and relieved at the same time. So many of the people he will need to leave behind have become his family, but he knows none of that will matter without Emma by his side.

“Snow, I can’t leave you all here to…”

“Killian, she needs you. We need you. Go. Now!”

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i was out for EIGHT HOURS playing pokemon go with my good friend who lets me use his hotspot, bless his heart

here’s some stories from today:

  • found a cp 1600 typhlosion. it ran away. yes i cried.
  • found a lapras in the water, we went to catch it. his was cp 1300. mine was ………33
  • at the pier where we caught the lapras, we met a dude who was also catching the lapras. he showed us his pokemon and we made friends. he then left, and came back excitedly to show us the shiny magikarp he caught!
  • found a random charizard just chillin out behind the library. it wasnt the best one but like. charizard, dude!
  • met an old lady named linda who was also playing pokemon go. she is apparently super in to it, level 33, trying to complete her dex. we walked and talked while we played, and she pointed out a dragonite. i was sad cuz my friend had left at this point so i couldnt catch it. but she was kind enough to let me use her hotspot to capture it!!!!
  • and if that isnt fuckin cool enough, the dragonite wouldnt let itself be captured y my ultra balls or great balls, i ran out of all of them, as well as my razz berries. i was hopelessly throwing pokeballs at it and yes. i caught it!!! (good karma is coming for linda!! i hugged her)
  • went to the park to take over some gyms with friend. dude who was fighting our valor gym overheard me planning out how i was gonna fight it, and he said from like. twenty feet away “just let me put my pokemon in so i can get the coins, then you can kick me out!” on his way out, he winked to us and said “dont be too rough on him~,” in reference to his machoke!

some unrelated but still nice stories from my adventure too:

  • met a cute cat with no tail who kept meowing at me!
  • petted three dogs
  • ran in to an old friend while we were recharging our devices in starbucks
  • saw a cute gay couple
  • managed to walk all the way up our intense death hill without deciding to ride the bus

so yeah!! pokemon go brings people together, gets this depressed poor person outside, and makes me happy

13 Reasons Why (Tape 7)

Characters: sister!reader, Dean, Sam, Jody, Claire, Alex, John, Mary, Charlie(mentioned)

Warnings: swearing, mention of death, blood, arguing, angst

Word count: 8997

Summary: someone who Dean never expected to be on the tapes comes up which leads to him losing more faith in the people around him

Series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

He didn’t give Sam much choice. When they woke up the next day, Dean demanded that they would leave Jody’s house. The only thing was, Sam didn’t seem to be so against the idea. Jody wasn’t too happy about the news, but it wasn’t like she could stop them from leaving. As they packed their bags up, Jody came in and asked them if they were sure that they wanted to leave now. She said they would always have a home with her, but Dean needed to go back and listen to tape 7. Waiting around was almost as hard as it was when he actually had to listen to them.

Just as they were about to leave their room with their packed up bags, Dean stopped Sam. “Hey, uh, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what is it?” Sam questioned.

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Lightbulbs Are Useless

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Shy!Reader

Warnings: Nothin really just fluff Bucky’s so nice and patient

Summary: Bucky’s fallen for Tony’s shy assistant who is actually more than she seems.

Word Count: 930

A/N: I actually suck at writing shy!reader because I’m not shy and none of my friends are omgbut I still hope this is remotely good hahaha

Originally posted by stuckybarnesrogers

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I’m Here - Justin Foley Imagine

Justin Foley x reader

Request: I was wondering if it’s not to much trouble and you’re not too busy if you could write Justin Foley fluff where he gets into a fight with his mom and comes to you and you guys cuddle? Thanks so so much ily 💖😊

WARNINGS: None


I lay down on my bed watching Family Guy as I stuff my mouth with popcorn. It’s a Saturday night and I’m pretty sure my boyfriend Justin is at a party. I don’t care that he goes to parties cause I trust him with anything and he knows that I’m not the partying type. The last time I heard from him was about an hour ago and he was at Zach’s house. He’s barely at his house and I don’t blame him. His mom and her new boyfriend is an ass-whole and they don’t deserve such an amazing boy like him. It’s almost 2 in the morning and my parents are away on some business trip which means I have the whole house to myself. I told Justin that he can come over if he likes and that if I’m sleep he can just get the key from under the mat. 

I was close to dozing off when I heard a knock at my window. I jumped, almost spilling the popcorn on my as I stare at the shadow behind my window. When the person knocked again, I see a hint of blue and know exactly who it is. Justin. I know that blue varsity jacket from anywhere. I jog to my window, a little cold from only wearing a tank top and shorts. As I open the window I was about to make a joke about using the door when I say tears on his face as climbs in. Worried, I immediately asked questions.

“Baby what is wrong” I ask as I put my hand on his shoulder.

“M-my mom” he choked as he looked down. Anger filled me that she made him cry like this. He looked broken.

“What happened.” He didn’t say anything, he just cried and I let him. I threw my arms over his neck and pulled him into a hug. He gripped my waist and put his face in the crock my neck, wailing. I hate that she made him this way. I hate that she hurt him so much. He didn’t deserve this. He deserved to be loved, not only by me, but by the woman he needs it from the most. His mother. And she is lacking in that. I just let him cry as I rubbed his back telling him it’s okay.

“S-she j-just looked at me babe. I-I c-called out for h-her and she just looked a-at me” He say as his voiced cracked. I shushed him as I kissed his check. 

“She doesn’t deserve you as a son baby” I whispered, “You are the best human being and anyone should be lucky to even know you. I am.”

He sniffled into my neck and I led us to my bed, laying us down. He laid on my stomach, a little more calmed down, but still crying. His arms was wrapped around my torso while I rubbed my hand through his hair.

“W-what’s wrong with me babe” I sat up and grabbed his face, making him look at me. He would not talk about himself in this way. 

“Absolutely nothing Justin. You are the best thing that could happen to anyone. You are the best thing that happened to me. If someone doesn’t realize that, then they need to wake the hell up. You brighten up everyone’s day and without you, I don’t know what the hell I would do. Nothing is wrong with you, something is wrong with everyone else that makes you feel this way. I love you Justin, and please remember that. It might not be the love you want, but it’s all the love I have and then some.”

I was almost out of breath from saying all of that, but I needed to say it. He needed to hear it. He needed to hear that he wasn’t a waste of space in this messed up world. He looked up at me with such admiration in his eyes and came up to kiss me passionately. 

“No your wrong love, your love is all I can ever have and want. And your wrong about one other thing.”

“What” I said smiling.

“I’m not the best thing that happened to you, your the one and only best thing that has ever happened to me.” I smiled and smashed my lips against his again. For the rest of the night, we cuddled watching Family guy and we fell asleep while I thought the whole time that I really love this boy.

Amoureuse

Where y/n is Harry’s assistant and they are both secretly in love with each other.

warnings: a lot of smut

It’s my first time writing a Harry one shot. I’ve been dreaming about being Harry’s assistant a couple of times now and I wanted to write about it. I’m so sorry if this is shit,, English is my third language so yeah but I hope you’ll be able to enjoy it :). xo ML

also shout out to my bub @17-blackaf for proof reading it :) you’re the best. 💕


Harry’s been staring at her for a while now.

He watched her as she was putting the last groceries in his fridge. She was in a hurry, as always. Y/N has been known to be a very stressed out person; always wanting to finish things as fast as she could.

But today, it was a bit different than usual.

Ever since Harry finished the last bits of his album, the level of her stress became unbearable. Harry was on promo tour in London, and though everything was going well (as they both hoped), she couldn’t help that she was anxious about every little thing.

Even after a year of being Harry’s assistant and him reassuring her every time that everything she does for him is amazing, she still doubts herself.

He wished that she wasn’t so hard on herself.

Harry admired Y/N a lot. He loved how she could speak three different languages (especially French, he loved French), while he struggled with repeating the same French phrase. Y/N always teased him when he tried to speak the language, but always helped him improve it. Y/N hated that English wasn’t her native language and struggled with it sometimes. Harry thought it was cute, and would always help her out. Just like she helped him with his French.

He was also amazed by her beautiful eyes and how they would sparkle when she smiled. He thought that she had the most extravagant smile in the world. Harry also thought Y/N was adorable, especially when she would giggle when he told her a silly joke.

Harry loved how much she loved his jokes as he adored her sense of humor. He always thought that they were very similar when it came down to corny jokes. She would tell the weirdest thing in the world and then laugh at herself. Harry thought she was a hilarious precious woman.

Harry loved the way she loved singing and dancing along to her favourite songs. It was entertaining to he catch her dancing around his house while listening to music. She would always scream and cuss, running away from him. Y/N loved all kinds of music, just like he does.

He adored how small she was compared to his height. Whenever she would let him hug her, she would always stand on her tiptoes. Which would always make him chuckle and hold her tighter to his chest.

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Kids in Love (Valentine’s Special)

MASTERLIST

Request: Can you do somethin’ somethin’ cute for valentines day?

Word count: 2,890

Kids in Love (Valentine’s special)

Shawn unlocked the front door to their house and made his way into the hall. He was humming a joyful melody, nodding his head along to the music in his headphones, blasting on the highest level.

She never really understood, how he could stand the noise being that abnormally loud.

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Jellybean's Misfortune.

Jughead x Reader

Requested- anonymous asked:
Can you write something where jellybean is staying with jughead and he calls you at like 11 pm just as you’re getting to bed. And you pick up being really playful and THEN HES LIKE NO ITS AN EMERGENCY AND YOU GET THERE AND YOUVE NEVER SEEN THE JONES SO TERRIFIED AND IT ENDS UP THAT JELLYBEAN GOT HER FIRST PERIOD. Omg

Summary: Jellybean had been moody all afternoon and just before you got into bed Jughead phoned you because she got her period and he doesn’t know how to deal with it. 

Words: 1625

Warnings: None, I think.


Originally posted by betty-and-jughead

I had got back from Pop’s with Jug and JB as jellybean likes to call herself now. Jug and I looked after Jellybean because his dad was always working now so we usually ended up spending most of the afternoon together. Jellybean loved it though but she still couldn’t comprehend that we were dating, sometimes she’d have a nap and wake up running into the living room yelling “Oh my word! It wasn’t a dream.” When she saw us cuddled up on the couch.

We took Jellybean to Pop’s today because we got back from school later than usual, Jellybean wouldn’t complain though, she loved to get a large fries and dip them into her chocolate milkshake usually she’d have so much she wouldn’t even have a burger. Tonight though she was grumpy, she sat opposite us in the booth like usual but she sat right in the corner giving us grumpy glances whenever we laughed or fooled around. She excluded herself from the conversations, she ordered a burger, she ate in silence and she got a soda. Jug and I both looked at each other to make sure we were both seeing the same thing. This was not Forsythia P. Jones, and this definitely wasn’t Jellybean.

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Sweetness

Sweetness, it was Harry called her, it was how he described her, it was her. He had never met anyone so humble, so caring, so sweet. Yes he knew kind people, he had met very nice people, but none of them where as kind as her. She was gentle and soft, she cared about everyone and sometimes it was a disadvantage, people took her kindness and used it, but it didn’t make her any less kind. 

Three years together and Harry couldn’t be happier. He loved her smile, she never seemed to not be smiling and he loved it. It was always big and it matched her eyes and it made him smile. Her laugh, oh did Harry love her laugh, it was loud and he could always hear it from a room away. 

She had always supported him, she stuck by him when rumors where spread, she stuck by him when he needed her the most. She didn’t complain about his life, how one second he could be there, but the next he’s on a plane to God only know’s where. But she loved him, and everyone could see it. Her smile would widen, her eyes would light up, a dimple would appear on her cheek, and she just seemed so happy when he walked in a room. 

“Y/N!” Anne smiled, standing in a secluded section with Gemma and her friends, as well as some of Harry’s family. 

Y/n looked away from the stage towards Anne, Anne was waving over the girl. Y/N smiled, holding up a finger, indicating she would walk over in a second. But her attention was caught by someone else, a fan. The girl was standing near the front, shaking, she gripped on to her phone but Y/N could tell she was overwhelmed. 

“Hi,” Y/N says softly, patting her back, the girl turns, “are you okay?”

The crowd of girls waiting for Harry seem to quiet down, watching Y/N with the fan, “I’m o-okay,” she stuttered. 

“Are you sure? You look like you could faint, do you need a drink? Some air? It’s a little stuffy here isn’t it?” Y/N smiled, rubbing her back, “what’s your name?”

“Lila,” the girl answered. 

“Are you sure you’re okay Lila?” Y/N asked, worry laced in her voice. 

Lila shakes her head, “I-I’m fine, i-it’s just,” she cries. 

“It’s just what?”

“I’m seeing him-he saved my life Y/N,” Lila cried, the scars visible on her arms, “he’s the reason I’ve held on a-and I-I’m h-here,” she says through hiccups. 

The fan takes in a deep breath, but it’s clear she’s not okay. Y/N wraps an arm around her, “hey, hey, it’s a bit overwhelming innit? Why don’t you come with me? It’s less crowded over in my area,” Y/N offers, “we can calm down, have a drink, watch him preform, yeah? And if you’re up for it maybe we can arrange for you to come back stage.”

Lila shakes her head, “he wouldn’t want to meet me.”

“Are you kidding me!” Y/N pulls away, gripping the girls shoulders, looking into her eyes, “Harry would probably be more excited to see you than he would to see me, he loves you Lila, he loves everyone in this room, your support means the world to him.”

Y/N smiled, hugging her once more, “now, would you like to come with me?” she asked, pulling away. 

Lila nods, and Y/N grabs her hand. Leading her towards Anne, the guard lets her in and she smiled, “hi Anne,” Y/N hugs her, “this is Lila, she’s a fan of Harry’s. She was a bit overwhelmed so she’ll be joining us.”

“Hi Lila,” Anne smiled, holding out her hand. 

Lila shakes it and keeps close to Y/N, “Harry just texted me and told me to tell you that you look very nice and he’s very upset you didn’t come backstage,” Gemma says, kissing y/n’s cheek. 

“I just got here!” Y/N laughs, “I literally stepped in and I saw that the show starts in five, I was going to say hi, but my new friend Lila needed more.”

“Eh, let him suffer,” Gemma shrugs, “he can’t get his way all the time.”

The lights dim and Y/N places her arm around Lila’s shoulder, hugging her, Harry walks out and people scream, “you’re doing great sweetie,” Y/N yelled loud enough for Harry to hear. 

Harry looks up, squinting, “I can’t see you, but I heard you,” Harry says into the microphone, “hi sweetness.”

Y/N laughs, “do you want something to drink?” she asked Lila, Lila shakes her head. 


“Are you coming?” Y/N smiled, as Lila freezes outside Harry’s dressing room door, from outside they can hear his laugh, “he won’t bit I promise.”

The door is pulled open and Harry steps out, beaming. He grabs Y/N, spinning her around, causing her to laugh, “did you see me? They loved me!” he says, setting her down, cupping her face, “are you okay? did you enjoy the show?”

“I’m fine,” Y/N giggled, “I did see you Harry, you were amazing, I swear you get better every time,” she grabs one of his hands, kissing it, “but I want you to meet my friend Lila.”

Lila stands behind y/n, cheeks pink, “h-hi.”

“Hi,” Harry grins, stepping aside, “is it alright if I hug you?” 

Lila nods and Harry wraps his arms around her. Y/N stands back, a smile on her face, “that was really nice of you,” Anne whispered, “you didn’t have to bring her backstage.”

“He means the world to her,” Y/N whispers, “you should’ve heard her story Anne. I mean yeah Harry is talented, a so talented, and he has this effect on people, but he’s helping them as well. He makes people so happy.”

“You make him happy,” Anne squeezes her arm, “without you he wouldn’t be this happy.”

Y/N smiled, “I love him. He deserve everything he has gotten, I can’t imagine how proud you must be.”

“Thank you so much Y/N!” Lila beams, wrapping her arms around the other girl. 

“Thank you, for making Harry’s dreams come true,” Y/N whispered, hugging the girl tighter, “promise me you won’t hurt yourself Lila.”

Lila steps back, nodding, “thank you so much, you have no idea how much this means to me,” Lila responds. 


Harry lays in bed, wrapping his arms around Y/N and pulling her close. She let’s out a small moan, shifting, “I’m asleep,” she mumbled, turning to place her head under his chin. 

“You’re so amazing, I know you always tell me I am-but y/n you’re beyond amazing,” Harry shakes his head, “your heart is just-it’s so big.”

“I wish I could break off a piece and give it to everyone,” she yawns. 

Harry chuckled, “I know you aren’t even kidding,” he says, “but seriously, what you did today, you made her day.”

“No you made her-”

“No,” Harry pulls her closer, wrapping his leg around her, “if it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have met her, she wouldn’t have met me. You could’ve come backstage and ignored her, you could have left her there after the show, you didn’t have to do any of that, but you do. You always go out of your way for others and I love you so much for that.”

“I love you more,” Y/N mumbles, kissing his chest, “you’re my life.”

“You’re my life,” Harry repeats. 

She pulls the blanket up higher, tucking it under her chin, “I’m gonna marry you y/n,” he says. 

“I’m gonna marry you,” she repeats. 

“I really am, I can’t imagine my life with anyone else,” Harry says. 

“I love you,” she says. 

“I love you more sweetness,” he says, kissing her forehead.

Part Two

anonymous asked:

Hello! I just found your blog and I already adore it, so, if it was okay with you, could you write headcanons about the RFA+V+Saeran with an MC who loves giving hugs and being hugged? (if you don't want to do this request, it's okay, you can make your won request and write it, I would love to see anything you write, honestly)

That is the sweetest thing ever oh my goodness. Thank you sooooooo much <3
This is me. I loves hugs. I love hugs a lot. I’m a hugger. Kinda explains the url I guess. I need hugs.

Yoosung:
-LOVES IT
-He’s a hugger too
-So
-You guys are never not hanging onto each other.
-There is never a time you aren’t in each other’s arms.
-And honestly it’s great for both of you.
-He really loves that you enjoy hugging him because he loves hugging you too :)
-There’s been so many incidents at RFA parties where the other members tell you to get a room because you’re just hanging all over each other.
-If he’s having a rough day, remembering that you’ll be at home with arms wide open is the biggest comfort that gets him through the day.
-He’ll just come home and immediately cling to you.
-You don’t mind.
-You guys are like puzzle pieces.

Zen:
-Yes please
-Give me all the hugs yesyesyesyesyes
-He loves it so much
-He loves when you hug him and he has all of your attention and love because awww you’re so cuuuuute~
-Zen loves it so much that sometimes when he’s busy he just lets you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his torso and just carries you around.
-Or he’ll give you a piggyback ride. Either one is okay with him because he just doesn’t want you to let go of him even when he’s busy.
-If you’d be in the way doing that, you just stand or sit next to him and hug his arm which he loves just as much. (did I mention I love arm hugs? because I do.)
-Your hugs are the best hugs and nobody can convince him otherwise. No one else’s hugs make him feel that special.

Jaehee:
-Your hugs are her favorite thing in the world.
-She’ll just be going about her day and she’ll feel your arms slowly wrap around her waist and your head gently press into her back.
-It’s just the cutest and sweetest thing EVER to her.
-If she’s in a bad mood, she finds herself missing the warmth of your hugs.
-She’ll come to you with a frown and just quietly ask for a hug.
-You tackle her in the biggest, warmest, most comforting hug ever.
-No more sad Jaehee.
-It’s magical.
-Cuddle sessions are a daily thing, of course, and she looks forward to it all day.
-If you’re not around, she’ll hug one of your shirts or jackets (or maybe just wear them) until you come back. It’s not the same as hugs, but it can suffice until you come home :)

Jumin:
-Everyday, when he comes home from work, the second he steps in the door, you tackle him in a hug.
-It is the cutest thing ever.
-Somedays when he comes home, you can tell by the way he stands gloomily in the doorway that he’s had a bad day.
-So instead of tackling him, you walk over to him and gently pull him into a hug while humming quietly.
-You whisper “welcome home” and rub his back.
-His day is no longer bad.
-Seriously, your hugs could cure diseases. They could create world peace.
-He truly believes that you are actually an angel.
-That’s his favorite thing to call you btw
-Jumin’s favorite pass time? Hugging you.
-His favorite is when you wrap your arms around his torso and rest your head on his chest.
-You’re just so cute and precious it makes him want to never let go of you.

Saeyoung:
-It made it even more difficult for him to ignore you in that one part of his route because you just wanted to hug him and he really wanted to let you but he couldn’t.
-After that’s all over though,
-HUGS FOREVER
-He will let you hug him whenever you want.
-He likes having your arms wrapped around him. It’s comforting.
-You’ll sometimes cling to him as he’s on the computer or watching TV with your legs around his waist and your head and arms on his shoulders.
-It’s his favorite cuddle position.
-100% down to be the little spoon when you guys sleep or cuddle. He actually prefers it.
-If he’s ever super busy and you can’t hug him without getting in the way, you just kind of grip the end of his shirt because it’s better than nothing.
-It’s adorable to him.

V:
-It’s so calming to have you clinging to him.
-Feeling you against him is the best feeling ever. He can’t see much and he gets a bit anxious if he can’t feel you with him. Lucky for him, you’re always hugging him.
-He’s always so soft and warm too, and he smells nice, and sometimes he likes to stroke your hair (I really want to hug V)
-Sometimes you just latch onto him and refuse to let go.
-“_____, sweetie, I need to go-”
-“NEVER!”
-He really would rather stay and cuddle you all day but he’s got things to do and places to be.
-You fight him tho
-Like excuse you no you’re staying my arms all day you have no say in this
-You usually win and you hug and cuddle him for as long as you want (which is basically forever)

Saeran:
-You held back when you first started dating because you knew he wasn’t comfortable with lots of contact.
-He warms up to the idea though fairly quickly.
-He never regrets it.
-Your arms make him feel safe. Just something about knowing your body is right by his makes him feel completely at ease, like nothing bad can happen because you’re here.
-If you see him looking sad or angry, you just slowly ease him into a hug and it makes him feel so loved and happy.
-He looks back to those moments and smiles.
-He finds himself needing to be in your arms any time he’s upset.
-Nightmares, intrusive thoughts, anxiety, all that mess.
-You can make all of that go away by holding him in your arms.
-No matter what mood he’s in though, he loves your hugs. They’re the nicest thing he’s ever experienced.

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Valentine’s Day fluff masquerading as 12.11 coda fic. Enjoy!

3.8k, ao3

They stop in Salina on their way home from Eureka Springs. It’s still too far from the bunker to bother picking up groceries. Ice cream would be a lost cause by the time they got it into a freezer, but for the sheer sake of variety some of the big box stores in Salina offers both novelty and a conveniently timed pit stop in the seven hour drive home. The traumatic loss of and subsequent regaining of his memories over the last couple of days has left Dean feeling a little too shaky to drive straight through.

Not to mention he really needs to get a new phone. It sucks to keep borrowing Sam’s just to check in with Cas, who insisted on regular updates once Dean had finally told him what had happened. Just in case he suffered a relapse, or any other side effects of being both cursed and cured by witchcraft in the span of twenty-four hours. If he can’t be home already, replacing his phone feels like a good start. He hopes has hasn’t lost all the pictures on his crushed phone, the ones he hasn’t had a chance to back up on his laptop back at the bunker. He should really do that more often, he thinks. Losing his memories has given him an entirely new perspective on things like that.

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Sometimes Salty Tears End in Sweet Kisses~Raph(2014/16) x Chubby Female Reader

One shot: Yes

Request: Yes

Do you think you could do a Raph x Chubby reader? Reader being insecure about her weight and being near Raph (or with him) can sometimes make her feel crappy about her body since she thinks a guy like him would much rather have a beautiful barbie doll type girl? Maybe with her having a rough past (being bullied in all of middle school and such?) Thanks!!

Requester: Anon

Turtle version: Tmnt 2014/2016

Word count: 817

I love writing this stuff soooo much! I’m a big girl myself, and I just love the idea of making others like myself happy through my writing!

Originally posted by alphabetbet


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Valentines with Ruby & Charon

Ok, so normally I would just post the images, but I feel like I need to add a little more background to them, so there’s gonna be some text in between some of them.

So it’s Valentine’s day in the Capitol Wasteland, & Ruby has a card she wants to give Charon. At this point, they’re just friends. They do have feelings for each other, they just…don’t really know it yet, lol.

Ruby’s card is neatly written with a cute drawing on the bottom. She kept the message sweet & silly, & not too mushy, since she didn’t want Charon to feel awkward.

Charon loves it, because it’s just so…Ruby. He doesn’t really wanna let on how much he loves it though, so he just says thank you.

Then, Charon surprises Ruby with his own card.

Ruby had NO IDEA that Charon even knew Valentine’s day was coming up, nor did she think that he would spend the time to make her a card, especially since he never liked expressing his emotions. Charon’s card is roughly made, but he actually spent a lot of time on it. He found some red paper out in the wastes & used his knife to cut it into a heart–a very jagged heart, but he really tried. He didn’t want to be too mushy either, but he still wanted to let Ruby know he appreciated her friendship.

Ruby can hardly contain herself.

Charon’s card is so simple & sweet, she can’t help the tears that come to her eyes. Charon is worried that she doesn’t like it, but he couldn’t be more wrong. Ruby is always worried that Charon hates her or finds her annoying & feels that if she weren’t holding his contract, he’d leave her in a heartbeat. So Charon’s card, as simple as it was, really did let her know he appreciated her as a friend, & not just an “employer.”

After a minute or so, she can’t contain herself, & throws her arms around Charon in a tight hug & cries.

And it was the best Valentine’s day ever! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧