the way he picks her up *.*

Andrew finds out he loves reading when he’s at Palmetto. He’s never been a great reader (hard to learn to read well when you’re changing schools a lot and don’t always have access to books or libraries) but he picks up a book off of Bee’s bookshelf once and she lets him borrow it. It takes him a while to read, but he finishes it and returns it. He ends up slowly making his way through some more of her books and she’ll often give him a new book she thinks he’d like for his birthday and holidays. Andrew falling in love with reading as an adult and needing to buy a bookshelf in his apartment after he graduates because he’s started to bulid up a book collection.

They picked it up on one of the planets they visited for a quick supply run. It was wholly frivolous and unnecessary but Lance had seen the way Allura’s eyes seemed to catch on it and linger in that homesick way he knew his would on anything that smelled like saltwater or garlic knots.

So maybe it cost more GAC than the rest of their other purchases combined and then plus ten (”You mean times ten,” Keith not-so-helpfully prompted), but it sat in the corner of the bridge right in Allura’s direct line of sight, and it made her smile.

Problem was, no one actually knew how to take care of a bright purple alien plant thingy. (At least, Lance assumed it was a plant because it had what looked like leaves and what looked like a couple of stems and it came in a vaguely pot-shaped container…?)

At first, it seemed to do okay. It sat in its majestic purple glory and basically did nothing. Gloriously. Allura was always happy to see it.

Then Pidge noticed it was drooping a little. Lance figured she was just being a little too observant and was imagining things–the plant looked fine to him.

A few days later, Hunk made a hesitant comment. “Uh, is Allura’s plant baby supposed to… wilt like that?

But of course it wasn’t wilty! It was still young and in its prime. Lance gently fingered one of the (limp and sad) leaf-looking things, whispering little encouragements. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but it looked like the plant had perked up a bit.

Every day, Lance sat with the plant for a few minutes, stroking feather-light touches to one of the stems or along the edge of a leaf, telling the plant how beautiful it was, or how proud he was of it braving the galaxies with them. He would sometimes tell it how amazing he thought it was that Allura could be so happy just to see its curly purple shape while they hurtled toward the unknown in the future.

Over time, the plant seemed to flourish and bloom. It even had these gorgeous, jewel-like flowers that shone in every colour of the rainbow when they caught the light. Lance had to admit that seeing the difference a few words of encouragement could make to this little alien thing filled his heart to bursting with warm, fuzzy feelings.

“You’re incredible,” he told the plant one night, sitting beside the little pot with his knees drawn up to his chest. “You grow on nothing but love and attention. I feel like I have a lot to learn from you, buddy.”

Keith waited until Lance left the bridge and headed for bed before he sidled up to Allura’s plant. He emptied one of the space-juice packets into the pot, which the plant soaked up pretty much immediately. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“You gotta keep this between me and you,” he said quietly. “I don’t want Lance to know that you actually live on fluids and sugars and shit like a regular living thing.”

Keith stood up and turned back before he left the bridge.

“Fuck, now I’m talking to the damn plant, too.”

When he was out of the room, the plant sprouted a new flower.

anonymous asked:

your tags on the alex selfie god, now all I can imagine is Ivar needing glasses and going glass shopping with Lis and she thinks he looks adorable and sexy and just freaking amazing and he's all grumpy but secretly loves it god I need these 2 in my life forever.

Ugh I know right! He ends up just letting her pick them out for him and eats up the praise even though he’s 1000% pouting.

And I picture like the first time he whips them out when they first started studying together. What her first reaction would be. Ivar’s already in defense mode ready to hear a slight jab or tease. Meanwhile Lisbet just fucking melts and doesn’t even try to hide the way she slightly slumps in her chair just thinking ‘you gotta be fuckin’ kidding me. He looks even more beautiful in those??

For once he keeps his fucking mouth shut about her checking him out, because no one’s ever appreciated his glasses before. He just blushes, smirks, and gets back to work.

SEE THE OPPORTUNITY I HAVE MISSED????

with how buff and tall craig is, and how absolutely tiny nadine is, this show is crying out for a scene in which lucien sweeps jean up into his arms. 

the woman probably weighs the same as a feather, so unless craig has back issues there is no excuse not to.

he has to bend his knees half way down to kiss her anyways, so why not just pick her up to his level?

It Ain’t Me: Part 6

Jungkook x reader ft. Yoongi

Request: Can you make a fake text about how bf hears a rumor about y/n and decides to break up without even knowing the true facts

*This series did not have a name until this part so don’t get confused!*

Genre: Angst 

Words: 1.4K 

Part 5 | Part 7


The beer café was almost full when you entered. Looking around, you could see the usual customers already on their tables, chatting away about good memories. A few nights ago, you and Jungkook would have been a part of this as well, just sitting somewhere in the corner, giggling about stupid shit with fills and refills after chugging Budweiser.  You swallowed and took a deep breath before going straight past your usual spot in café to the bar stools.

It’s not like you hadn’t wondered why everything was happening. In fact, wonder was a massive understatement. You had sat in your room for hours trying to reach Jungkook, trying to convince him to meet you so you could try to unravel what happened, so that you could make him believe that whatever he had seen was false. Untrue. When all had failed you even decided to barge in his workplace, but you cracked. You couldn’t do it anymore. You had nothing on this. You were running around, crying, beating yourself up and for what? Why should you?

Talking to Seulgi had been the last straw. They were dating. Even after everything that had happened in the past week, you weren’t expecting this. He had forgotten all about you, or at the very least this entire situation was clearly not as difficult for him as it was for you. After talking to her, you made a conscious decision that it was over and it would remain that way.

“Ahem!”

You glanced up at the bartender, who was looking at you expectantly. Clearly, he was waiting for your order. You asked him to come back to you after five minutes and dialed Yoongi.

He didn’t pick up. Instead you felt a light tap on your shoulder and you turned around to find Yoongi standing behind you in his cap and mask. You gave him a small smile and gestured for him take the seat beside yours. Just in time the bartender came back to take your order and you ordered two pints of Budweiser, glancing at Yoongi for approval. He nodded yes. You took a big swig as soon as the beer landed in front of you.

“So,” You began, turning around in your seat to take a good look at Yoongi, who had now taken off his mask and his cap and was facing you as well. “What did you want to talk about?”

He shrugged, running his right hand through his messy hair to calm it down. “Just, you know, everything?”

You raised a brow in a silent question. When he didn’t answer, you said, “You want to elaborate on that?”

Yoongi sighed and ran his tongue over his lips. “I’m your friend too, aren’t I?”

You nodded. “Of course you are.”

“Then please ____, you should not be the one shifting out of the city.”

You took a much humbler sip this time. “So that’s what this is about, huh?”

Yoongi didn’t answer. He just looked at you with a slightly conflicted look in his eyes.

You smiled, sensing his discomfort. Instead of easing him out, you stayed silent. You eyes once again started wandering across the place, gauging people’s expressions as they sat with their partners and friends, some laughing at jokes of reunion, others relaxing and having low-key conversations.  You wondered how many of these faces were true. Were they really enjoying or was it just a front like yours?

“You know Yoongi,” You turned back towards Yoongi, who shifted his attention from his lap to you, and started. “Jungkook and I often visited this place.”

If he was surprised by the sudden change in the topic, he didn’t show it. Instead, he raised his eyebrows and smiled. “Really now?”

You gave him a recalling nod and continued. “We never sat at the bar though. We would always take one of the corners and chug beer after beer.” You mused.

“Always the corners?” Yoongi asked you looking around the place. “This seems like a pretty busy place. You couldn’t have gotten corners each time.”

“We did.” You smirked. “In fact, we made it a point to come in early and just grab any of the corner tables. We were so into it that even if both us had to use the toilet, one would hold it in and guard the table.” You smiled at the memory and continued. “Jungkook would stay back to guard the table and if I took too long to finish my business, which I did because it was always fun teasing him, he would bombard my cell with calls and texts begging me to come out fast but wouldn’t leave the table.” You laughed, and Yoongi laughed along with you.


“You really love him, don’t you?” He asked you as your laughter died down, giving you a sad smile. You returned it with one of your own.


“I do.” You humorlessly laughed and soon enough, it turned into a heartbreaking cry. Yoongi reacted immediately, getting off his stool and silently putting your head on his chest in a consoling hug. You grabbed his shirt from the front, trying to stop the tears from escaping your eyes but you couldn’t. The entire week, you had been alone, beating yourself up and crying your eyes out, wondering where you went wrong.  It was coming back to you. The few seconds after you’d realized that Jungkook wasn’t even going to speak to you and his decision was final, the helplessness you felt. It was all coming back to you.


“___, I’m so sorry.” Yoongi repeated over and over again, rubbing his hands up and down your back.


“No, you don’t understand!” You cried as you removed your head from his chest to look up at him, your hands still gripping his t-shirt. You knew it. You knew that your eyes would definitely be exhibiting your helplessness at that point but how could you stop? Someone was finally ready to listen to you.


“I was helpless.” You said between sobs. “I just sat there in my room Yoongi, trying to figure out what I could possibly do. Who I could possibly talk to but there was no one! I was completely and utterly alone! Hours, for hours, I just sat in my room trying to do something! Anything!” You broke down harder. “But there was nothing I could do!” Your grip loosened on his T-shirt as your cried harder, feeling every suppressed emotion being released in your tears.

Yoongi’s hands caught yours as they fell from his t-shirt and slowly he brought it back on his chest again, fisting your hands into his own. Your cries softened as you looked up at him but the tears were still falling down.

“You listen to me right now, ___. It’s not your fault. None of it, you get that?” He looked at you directly in the eye. “I’m sorry you are going through this but moving out of the city will not help you.”

You shook your head softly. “I have no other way-“

“No.” Yoongi cut you off. “You do. You deal with it. You get your life back together and you move on.”

You lightly scoffed as you look away from him. “It’s easier said than done, Yoongi.”

Yoongi nodded and tightened his grip around your hands making you look back at him. “I know. But I will help you.”

You looked at him as you contemplated his words, judging the sincerity in them. His eyes were unwavering and his grip on you hand was not fierce but reassuring. Even though you realized that much, you couldn’t help yourself when you asked him: “Why? Why would you help me over taking his side? You’re his friend.”

His gaze softened for a second thinking about his younger friend, who was like a brother to him, but his decision did not change. He sighed as he let go of your right hand and placed his hand on your head and ran it down to your neck. “He was wrong. And I told you already,” He said and you waited for him to complete his sentence. 

“You are my friend too.”

You looked at him and for a second, his determination was beginning to convince you. Maybe…just maybe, you were not alone in this. Maybe you could come out of this and get your life back together.

However, your calming heartbeat rose once again as your eyes fixed on two figures standing behind Yoongi, one of them looking at you with the same shock written on your face. Yoongi saw the look in your eyes and let of you to turn around and follow your line of sight. His gaze hardened as he looked at exactly what you were seeing right now.


They were here. He was here.

Jungkook was here.  And his hands were intertwined with his partner who was undoubtedly your ex-best friend.


Seulgi.



To Be Continued…


Much love, 

inferno-loop

V’s feelings

So, I just finished another Day 9 chatroom, and I really felt like I needed to pour my thoughts into this and create another analysis.


First and foremost, I would like to willingly admit my bias towards V, so that the rest of you can point out flaws in my argument if you feel I was using more emotion and less practicality. This is an open discussion where we can all come together to share our opinions, so please feel free to!!!


Now, as for V’s feelings. ..It seemed that today, I couldn’t stop thinking about what V had said regarding his love being obsession. Of course, I was incredibly pleased with Cheritz for adressing this and making sure the fans know that V’s idea of love is unhealthy and should not be romanticised!!!


But I, like many before me, assumed that he and Rika started out loving one another like any regular couple before everything descended into the seventh circle of hell. We had no reason to think otherwise.


However, the route seems to indicate that V was that infatuated with Rika from a very early stage, though the tendencies perhaps didn’t show up until later on.


I sat back for a moment and had to remember how to breathe as my brain started to peice together the implications.


V, someone most of the fandom has marvelled at for his unconditional love, doesn’t know how to love.


V doesn’t understand love as much as Rika doesn’t. The only people who truly loved him were his deceased mother and Jumin before the RFA.


It took a while for this to sink in, because before this, no one in the fandom knew how utterly and completely lost in the world V actually is.


We had assumed that everything was due to the common side effects of being a domestic abuse victim. And while partially true, we now know that V is much, MUCH more complicated.



V does not understand the world or himself. I have made SEVERAL previous points touching on the fact that V’s infatuation with Rika can’t possibly be regarded anywhere near what a mentally stable person should feel. The fact that he’s not OK and probably never was, even going as far as to theorise about his familial life.


Basically; V, head of RFA, does not know who is and what the hell he’s doing. He stumbles upon Rika, and immediately decides that his life is for her; that loving her wholly and devoting himself to her is the purpose of his entire existence.


Let me rephrase that, for those that do not understand just how intense this is: V literally thought that his purpose in life was to love Rika and give himself completely to her; to let her hurt and destroy him, to let her pick him apart and ruin him whenever it was she wishes.


This isn’t even because Rika implied something- he was always this way. And when the implications came up, he seemed absolutely unphased and accepting of it. That’s… That’s so fucking heartbreaking.


Rika fed into that part of V; she longed for someone to “save” her from the devil within, which even “God” could not save her from, in her words. This encouraged V’s unhealthy infatuation and solidified the idea that, yes; his purpose in life was to be her sun until she wished to extinguish him completely.


This went on going until Rika’s “devil” finally became suffocated by V’s “love”, and she had to flee. (Important to note that she left V because of this, but she did not start Mint Eye due to this. Mint Eye had already been in progression far before this! I’ll link to the post describing that soon.)



Now, V obviously regrets it. He goes into this state of depressing self contemplation and tells the MC that he regrets attempting to love anyone. He regrets allowing himself to share in the joy of love. I had never felt so heartbroken from a VN like this since Seven’s Route. ..


Anyway. MC goes on to say this;


In the first picture, we can see that V and Rika are similar in that way; both wished desperately to experience love, but it was a love that was false and ended in agony. V fell in love with the idea of love so pure and selfless like the sun, something he longed to experience himself- Rika fell in love with the idea of being loved and understood by someone. To me, at least, both fell in love with their wishes and ideals, and they lived that through one another.


And I think the MC is right when she says that their love was tragic. Remember, neither of them ever loved anyone else before, as far as we all know. And this first experience for them was DISASTROUS and damaging. V’s sense of self is even lesser than before



Here we see V wallowing in guilt and self hatred. He scolds himself for ever thinking that he could love someone properly. He scolds himself for ever thinking he deserves love.


He is a broken man- peices of a puzzle that refuse to fit with one another, photographs that tell a disconnected story and incomplete paintings riddled with tear drops.


For all the innocence of character Yoosung and Rika portray, according to Cheritz… V seems pretty innocent as well. He tries to build his way up- tries to fill a void in his soul and tries to save others because he’s too afraid of the idea of saving himself.


I believe Rika when she says that V’s love only made her worse because it “threathened [her] devil” , even though I firmly believe she fed into it continuously and that her actions (hurting V and starting Mint Eye, brainwashing vulnerable people into it) are her own and hers alone. However; I don’t believe her at all when she says that V only wants to sacrifice himself for the sake of nobility. I believe that she believes it, but I don’t agree with it myself.


Because here we see a V that’s so willing to figure out just why he was born in this world- a V who knows not who is nor why he is there, and who cares less about himself than Jaehee does about Elizabeth the Third. He truly wants to put an end to what he believes he started.


And I’m going to end this post on that note. I might make another couple of posts regarding Rika, Ray, and V in general because there’s a lot to sort through in this route. Thank you for reading and I hope you guys are enjoying this route as much as I do!


-Phil

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#EliaMartellWeek: Day 2 → Elia and Rhaegar

The man had her brother’s hair, but he was taller, and his eyes were a dark indigo rather than lilac. “Aegon,” he said to a woman nursing a newborn babe in a great wooden bed. “What better name for a king?”
“Will you make a song for him?” the woman asked.
“He has a song,” the man replied. “He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire.” He looked up when he said it and his eyes met Dany’s, and it seemed as if he saw her standing there beyond the door. “There must be one more,” he said, though whether he was speaking to her or the woman in the bed she could not say. “The dragon has three heads.” He went to the window seat, picked up a harp, and ran his fingers lightly over its silvery strings. Sweet sadness filled the room as man and wife and babe faded like the morning mist, only the music lingering behind to speed her on her way.

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5x23: An Untold Story

100 times captain swan made me cry: #60

FaceTime Call

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You Facetime Tom after finding out from fans he cut his hair. Your phone was off while you were landing home from a flight.

Warnings: SWEARING LIKE ALWAYS :)

Word Count: 1,700+

A/N: 400 more till 3k!! I love you all so much :)

I turn 21 in 2 months c: Which means I can buy alcohol, meaning I CAN WRITE FREQUENT SMUT IF YOU GUYS WOULD LIKE CAUSE I LOVE SMUT


[Reader’s POV]


“So how was your trip?” Your mom asks happily through the phone. Reaching for your bag out of the carrier you tell her to hold on. Sometimes she calls you at the worst times. She onetime called you while Tom and you were having sex and wouldn’t stop calling till you picked up. Your mother was relentless sometimes.


“It went well mom, I’m just back to be in London” admitting the truth with a smile on your face. You loved it here because you got to live with the love of your life.


“How’s Tom doing? Anything new since Spider-Man Homecoming?” she absolutely adored Tom, she claims he’s the best you’ve had out of the guys you’ve dated.


“Yes he’’s actually working on another film, he’s been gone for two weeks while I was away as well so we’re both out and about” you explain as you walk down the plane aisle. You could hear her talking to your dad about Tom. Mentally wondering why she just doesn’t put you on speaker so he can hear too.


“Hey I’m going to go so I can focus okay? Plus Nikki is picking me up from the airport with Tessa”  Saying your goodbyes you hang up your phone. Slipping your phone into your purse you make your way out of the gate. The sound of your suitcase clicking against the bumps in the carpet.


   Walking past people to head towards the baggage claim. Looking at the time on your Apple Watch you walk a little faster. Nikki said she would be here at a certain time and you didn’t like making people wait. Turning the corner you go down the escalator descending to the baggage claim.


    Hearing a bark makes you search the crowd of people. A little grey blob pushes people out of the way. Nikki’s red hair standing out as she took off after Tessa. Opening your arms you get tackled by your favorite dog in the world. Her tongue laps at your face making you giggle.


“Tessa my love, I missed you so much” her body wiggling in your arms as you tried calming her down. People were looking at the interaction the two of you were having. Grabbing her leash you stand back up.


   Nikki opens her arms to you which you gladly take her hug. She gives the best hugs in the damn world. Letting you go she kisses both of your cheeks , she’s like a second mom. Tugging your free hand she pulls you along. She took your extra suitcase even though you tried to take it but she insisted. Leaving thankfully no one was outside, if Tom was with you it would have been a lot worse. He draws big crowds full of his loving fans.


“c’mon Tessa lets get in the car”  opening the door for her she jumps inside. Taking your backpack and purse off you set them on the floor of the car. You hear clicking sounds and turn around to see people with cameras.


    Getting in the car you close the door annoyed with the cameras. You don’t know how Tom does it all the time, it’s got to be truly exhausting having your every move watched. Even his family has to deal with it. Nikki tells you to ignore them and starts the car pulling out of the parking spot. Tessa jumps back onto the seat and lays down next to you.


   Smiling down at her you place your hand on her head. Your thumb stroking her head slowly to her ears and repeating it. Watching as her eyes closed from your touch. God you love her so much, probably more than Tom.


   Taking your phone out you see notifications pop up. Clicking on them you see Tom’s tweet and your heart stops. Going to his Instagram you see he hasn’t posted anything. Clicking on his tagged photos you see his fans posts. Scrolling through they’re all freaking about his Bye Bye Hair tweet.


   Exiting the Instagram app you open your messages and clicking on Tom’s name. Looking at the messages waiting for some sort of explanation. Typing and retyping the message you want to send. Normally he keeps you updated but he hasn’t said a damn thing. When he does that you start to feel like a fan yourself and freak out.


You:

So what’s with the tweet, care to spill the secret like you do with every Marvel secret?


    Locking your phone you know it’d be a while to get a message back if he was on set. The ride home was filled with conversation about your trip. The two of you talked as Tessa slept peacefully. Nikki told you stories about the boys and how mischievous they’ve been. She says Paddy has been getting into the sweets more and has grown a sweet tooth recently.


   Checking your phone you see there’s still no text back. You ask Nikki and she explains she has no clue. Apparently Tom hasn’t even told her which she thought was odd. You knew it was very odd because he’s such a momma’s boy.


   Nikki drops you off at Toms and helps you with your stuff. After you and Tessa are all settled she tells you to come over for dinner. Apparently Harry has been working on something and wants the family to see. He knew you were coming back into town so he told Nikki to tell you since you’re practically family.


   Hugging Nikki goodbye you shut the door behind her as she leaves. Picking your phone off the table you see notifications again. Some were from Harrison and your friends messaging you. The messages consisted of screenshots asking why Tom was cutting his hair.  Your thoughts get interrupted by your ringtone you made for Tom. It was him saying quackson.


Meme King:

C’mon angel don’t be like that, let me give you a call xx


   Rolling your eyes you connect your phone to the charger. Your phone starts ringing flashing ‘Meme King wants to FaceTime.’ Clicking the answer you see Tom relaxing with a hood on his head. Normally his curls peep out which make you narrow your eyes trying to see his curls. His smile distracting as he cheers happily to see your face.


“Ah there’s my beautiful girl, I’ve missed you darling” his voice making your heart ache, you miss him so much.


“Hey baby, I’ve missed you more..” you pout looking at him snuggle deeper into the couch. You could hear Harrison in the background talking. Tessa’s tags jingle as she jumps onto the L shaped couch.


“There’s my little one! I love you Tessa soooo much” Tom cooed into the screen making a kiss face.


“Tom so are you going to tell me what that tweet was about?” You ask turning the screen back to you. The seriousness in your face made his smile fall.


“I uh.. well I can’t keep it a secret from you anymore” He pulls the hood revealing his hair of cur.. there are no curls. Just short hair that he fixed with his hand. Your jaw dropping at the sight because last night you talked to him and all the curls were there.


“Christ, you don’t like it do you” Tom sits up fixing the angle he had the screen at. You were in shock because you haven’t seen Tom with short hair, the only pictures you’ve seen are from when he was little. Nikki likes to show you pictures from her archive whenever you see her.


“N-No baby, I’m just thrown off is all.. you look very handsome I’m just going to miss the curls” you give him a smile as you see his features relax. Did he really care that much about what you thought of his hair?


“I know how you like gripping onto them when I go down on you” he sighs tilting his head back. Your cheeks tinting pink from what he just said.


“Oi! I’m right here and you’re going to talk to her in front of me like that man? you two are like rabbits” Harrison’s voice fills your ears making you face palm yourself. God dammit Thomas.


“It’s the truth so now she has to wait for them to grow back” Tom defends himself laughing at his best friend. Harrison pops up behind Tom flipping you and him off.


“Awww Hazeroonie don’t be mad you don’t have a sex life” you tease sticking your tongue out. Harrison lets out a small scream taking off out of the frame.


“Okay yeah I’m definitely going to miss your curls now” you sigh thinking of the last time you two were alone together. Your thighs clamping together tightly at the thought.


“I’ll be home when I can love, I’ll FaceTime you every night till were together.. then when I’m home you can give me some personal FaceTime” his smirk making your heart rate pick up again.


“PLEASE GET A ROOM THOMAS” Tom’s head is then hit with a pillow causing him to drop his phone. In the background you hear the two getting into a little fist fight. Knowing them they’re going to sound like children any second with their banter.


“cut it out you twat I’m talking to my girl right now” Tom huffs after a slap sounds echoes through the air. The phone is kicked around making the room look like it’s spinning.


“Ow don’t pull my hair!” Harrison whines followed by a thud. Laughter filling the air making you sigh. These two were actual children.


   Tom picks up his phone that fell from before. Harrison says he’s going to the store leaving the two of you alone. The two of you talk about how long it will be till you see each other again. It was hard while he’s away but you really enjoyed these FaceTime calls. It was the only time you’d see him when he wasn’t busy and it made the wait worth it.

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Scary Poppins…

perfect- h.s song imagine

you can listen to the song here

I found a love for me

Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

“There he is! The man of the hour!” Nick exclaimed as his eyes landed on his long term friend at the end of the hall. You let out a chuckle as you followed closely behind him. Nick Grimshaw was the only person you knew that would have this much enthusiasm in the morning.

Harry smiled at his friend before he gave him a hug. “Doing alright, mate?” Nick asked as he returned the hug. You stood back quietly, watching the two embrace. Harry nodded before his eyes landed on yours. He let out a small gasp as he took you in. You were beautiful. Nick noticed Harry’s eyes wandering to yours. Nick placed his hand on your shoulder. “Harry, this is Y/N, my assistant.”

Your cheeks blushed as you held you hand out to Harry. “Hi,” you whispered. When Harry took your hand, you could feel literal sparks going off. Harry’s hands burned at your touch. He smiled at you. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

“I have to say I’m surprised you brought Y/N last night to mum’s dinner,” Gemma admitted as she stirred her cup of tea with a spoon. Harry stared at his sister from across the table, his eyebrows quirked up. Gemma looked up when she noticed his silence. Her eyes went wide. “No! I don’t mean you shouldn’t have! I just meant…you never bring anyone home.”

Harry nodded his head in agreement. It was true. Harry rarely brought anyone home to meet his family. He felt like if he was bringing someone to meet the most important people in his life, it should be someone he knew he had a future with. Although yours and Harry’s relationship was still fairly new, he knew that you were it for him. He knew that he wanted to spend as much time as he could with you. In his eyes, you were perfect and he wanted his family to see just how happy you made him.

Harry looked down at his fingers, a smile ding its way onto his face when he thought about how natural you looked with his family. How you laughed at his sister’s jokes, how you helped clean up the kitchen. Harry looked up at his sister and shrugged his shoulders. With a smile, “I truly believe I’ve waited my whole life to be with her.”

‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Not knowing what it was

“Have you ever been in love?” you asked quietly. You and Harry were tangled up with one another. Your head was resting on his chest while his hand was on your lower back. Harry hummed. Has he been in love? Yes, he’s had a few girlfriends and he did feel something for each one but was it ever love?

You tilted your head up to look into his eyes. Harry shook his head no. “I don’t think I have been, no.” Harry admitted. You nodded your head. Harry pulled you closer to him. “Have you?”

To think about you loving someone gave Harry a slight pang in his chest. He didn’t want to think about anyone having the privilege of calling you theirs. He didn’t want to think about anyone having the honor of feeling your lips against their own.

You shook your head no as you let out a sigh. “Not yet.” Harry nodded his head as he began to play with your hair. “When do you know you’re in love?” You thought out loud. You had a lot of friends who were in love and even married. They knew they were in love. How do you know you’ve met someone and fell in love with them?

Harry bit down on his bottom lip as he too, thought the same thing. “I think…I think you know you’re in love when your significant other makes you feel everything and anything. I think you never want to leave their side, you mind always drifts to them…I’m not quite sure.”

“I feel all of those things with you,” you admitted quietly. Harry was sure that you could feel his heartbeat beating a million times a minute. Knowing that you were in the process of falling for him made him want to jump and scream at the world because…he felt all of those things with you.

You sat up and looked at Harry. He had a smile on his face as he stared back at you. “I feel all of those things and so much more.” You whispered as you placed your hand on his cheek.

But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own

And in your eyes, you’re holding mine

Harry let out a chuckle as he stared at you from across the room, dancing terribly with one of your friends. It’s nice to know that his girlfriend was just as uncoordinated as he was.

Niall took a seat next to Harry, holding a beer. He noticed Harry’s eyes following your every move. You turned and looked at Harry and smiled, a genuine smile before you and your friend made your way over to the bar. Niall tilted his beer in your direction. “Y/N’s special.”

Harry nodded his head. He looked over at Niall and smiled. “She is.” Niall smiled at his friend. “You know, mate. I’ve known you for a long time but it wasn’t until you met Y/N that I’ve seen you this happy. It’s like every time you look at her, you get this sparkle in your eye and she gets it too you know. Whenever she looks at you, it’s like you’re all she sees.”

Harry looked down at his lap with a giant, goofy smile on his face. Whenever someone talked about how much you cared for him, it truly did make him a sappy goose. Niall patted Harry’s back. “She’s perfect for you.”

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

Harry reached across from the table and grabbed your hand. “That was amazing, thank you love.” Harry smiled. For Harry’s birthday, he didn’t want to do much; only wanting to spend time with you. You decided to make him one of his favorite meals. You set up fairy lights in his backyard and set a table for the two of you. Music was playing softly in the background.

You looked up at Harry before you put your fork down. You beamed at him. “Of course, H.”

When the next song played, Harry immediately stood up. He walked over to you and held his hand out. “Dance with me.” You let out a chuckle as you took his hand. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist. Together the two of you swayed to the song. Harry placed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. “But I can’t help falling in love with you,” Harry softly sang. You smiled as you listened to Harry singing along. You felt like the lyrics described your relationship with Harry perfectly. You couldn’t help falling falling in love with him.

When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath

But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

You let out a shaky sigh as you stared at your reflection. Tonight was Harry’s album release party and naturally, you were nervous. This was Harry’s big night. This is what he’s spent so much time on. You wanted everything to go accordingly for him.

You stared at the necklace on your neck. You let out a scowl. Really? you thought. Surely you had a much classier necklace somewhere in Harry’s room. You quickly took the necklace off and rummaged your way through Harry’s drawers.

Harry made his way up to his bedroom that you were getting ready in. He leaned against the door frame as he watched with you with amused eyes. You noticed Harry in the reflection and let out another sigh. “H, maybe I shouldn’t be there tonight.”

Harry’s eyes softened as he noticed how distraught you were. He made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist as the both of you stared at your reflection. He pressed a soft kiss on your neck. “Why not, love?”

You placed your hands on top of his. “I look like an absolute mess.” Harry shook his head. Surely his beautiful girlfriend wouldn’t talk so lowly of herself. Harry closed his eyes as he rested his head on your shoulder. “You look perfect,” he whispered.

You turned around in Harry’s hold and looked up at him. “You have to say that. You’re my boyfriend.” You chuckled. Harry smiled as he took your hand and pressed a kiss on top of it. “I mean it, love. You look perfect.”

She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home

You let out a groan as you stared at your computer screen. Harry looked up from his phone. “What’s wrong, love?”

“My boss just emailed me about the meeting we’re having tomorrow. I have to go home and pick up some stuff to prepare” you sighed as you started making your way towards the door. Harry bit down on his bottom lip as he followed you. For a long time Harry’s thought about asking you to move in with him. You were already at his place almost everyday. Why delay it?

You were putting on your jacket as you noticed Harry’s fingers picking his bottom lip, something he did when he was thinking hard about something. “You alright, H?”

Harry looked up at you before he let go of his lip. “Do you want to move in?” Your eyes widened in shock. Harry placed his hands in his jean pockets as he waited on your answer nervously. “You want me to move in?” You asked.

Harry nodded before he scratched the back of his neck. “You’re already here most of the time, love. It’d definitely be easier if all your stuff is already here.”

You smiled as you took a step in front of him and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Alright. I’ll move in with you.”

We are still kids, but we’re so in love

Fighting against all odds

“So how are you and Harry?” you sister asked as the two of you were out shopping. You looked up from the blouse you were looking at and smiled at your sister. “We’re perfect” you replied before you placed the blouse back onto the rack.

Your sister nodded before she closed her mouth. For her entire life, she’s never seen you so happy. She’s never seen you so in love and to be honest, that scared her. The last thing she ever wanted to see was you get hurt. “Does it ever scare you? Being so in love with him?” Your sister asked delicately, not wanting to get you mad.

You paused from looking at the skirts and shrugged your shoulders. “It did. At the beginning, yes. But…it also made me excited. Harry’s made me feel things I’ve never felt before. He’s made me more confident in myself. He’s just made me feel loved.” You smiled thinking about how much Harry has impacted your life.

Your sister walked closer to you, her eyes searching into yours. “Yes but doesn’t his status scare you?” When the press found out Harry Styles had a girlfriend, they had a field day. For a long time, it felt like everything you did was plastered on magazines. The press also loved coming up with rumors about the relationship. It was hard reading so much things accusing one cheating on the other but if anything, it made your relationship with Harry stronger. It made you realize you didn’t care what others had to say about you. You loved Harry and nothing would ever change that.

You looked into your sister’s concerned eyes and smiled. “I don’t see Harry as the Harry Styles. He’s just Harry and he’s…perfect.”

I see my future in your eyes

Gemma had her head resting on her hand as she stared at the display case. Her eyes caught one ring in particular. “How about this one?” she asked as she pointed at the ring. Harry looked over at the ring and immediately shook his head no.

Gemma let a groan as she placed her head on the display case. “Harry! We’ve been at this bloody store for over an hour!” Harry sighed, regretting bringing his sister. “Have to find the perfect one.” he mumbled. Gemma stood up straight and shook her head. You did deserve the perfect ring. It was just hard when Harry was so damn picky. “You know she would be fine with anything you pick, Harry. She’s not materialistic.”

Harry let out a sigh. “I know. She just deserves it you know? She deserves the world.” Harry’s eyes were scanning the rings laid out before his eyes landed on the one. “Can I see that one please?” Harry asked the clerk, his eyes never leaving it. The clerk smiled and took the ring out and handed it to Harry. Gemma stood behind Harry and gasped. “That’s beautiful, Harry.”

Harry smiled before he looked up at the clerk. “I’ll take this one.”

Now I know I have met an angel in person

And she looks perfect

Harry rubbed his sweaty palms against his suit jacket as he waited for you to walk down the aisle. His eyes wandered to all of the guests you and him invited to be a part of the special occasion. He gave a smile towards your mother. He looked at his own and chucked as she was staring back at him, tears in her eyes. She couldn’t help it. Her little boy was marrying the girl of his dreams. Harry turned around and looked at all of his groomsmen who beamed at him. Niall gave a thumbs up while Nick winked.

One by one, the bridesmaids made their way across the aisle. With each one, Harry grew more and more nervous. Finally, the song shifted, causing everyone to rise to their feet. The doors opened and there you were with your father. Harry’s breath hitched as he stared at his bride to be. He could’ve sworn he was looking at an angel, you were so perfect.

I don’t deserve this

You look perfect tonight

You gave your father a hug before he placed a kiss on your cheek. You stood in front of you husband to be, a tear managing to escape as you were about to become Mrs.Styles. Harry’s eyes held tears of his own as he took your hand. Once everyone took a seat and the pastor began to speak, Harry mouthed, “You look perfect.”


the amount of requests i’ve had to write this is INSANE. i hope i wrote it to everyone’s justice! also thank you guys so much for checking up on me during the hurricane! means the absolute world that you guys took the time to make sure everything was alright! i hope for anyone that was impacted is doing alright. sending all my love to you. 

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also when i was looking up gifs, i thought this was 2013 harry MY HEART

little things

requested: can you make an imagine where Tom cheats on his gf and he wants to get back together but he randomly meets the reader (y/n) who is willing to help him get his gf back but he ends up falling for the reader instead

summaryTom is down on his luck with his relationships, the last one blowing up in his face right in the middle of your coffee shop. He turns to an unlikely stranger for help–you. However, after you agree to help him, he finds himself falling for the unlikely stranger instead.  

word count: 2k

pairings: tom holland x reader

warnings: none

a/n: depending on how popular this one gets, i might turn it into another series. we’ll see!! i couldn’t write tom cheating on someone because i dont have the heart to so i tweaked it a tiny bit i hope thats okay  // not my gif // i also tried to make the reader as gender neutral as possible


Each time you woke up in the morning, you knew it was going to be a good day–simply because you refused to have a bad one. You sang in the shower, danced while you got dressed, whistled while you put up your hair. It was like you always had happy music playing in your mind, you radiated positivity. And what better job for someone who radiated such happiness? A humble cafe owner in New York City.

You waved to the usuals who were in your shop nearly every day–the familiar faces causing your heart to bloom open like a flower in spring. You donned your apron with a beautiful smile, greeting your employees and began taking orders.

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What Lovers Do: Part 4

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You have a friend with benefits relationship with the Winter Soldier himself: Bucky Barnes. You two have gotten the routine down: wake up, train, mission, come home, have sex, then act like nothing happened. It’s worked for you for a while now. But now that Bucky’s starting to see someone seriously, you don’t know what to do with yourself.

Warnings: angst and light smut, nothing too graphic

A/N: I am sooooo sorry.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Originally posted by oreo-wonderbatch


Bucky ended up staying the night in your room. He was going to leave you be, but wanted to make sure you were okay throughout the night. He stayed awake longer than he should have just watching you. You looked at peace. The complete contrast of what you displayed every time you were near him. He had to admit it that it hurt the way you were treating him. He didn’t understand it. You both ended the arrangement in an amiable manner. So what was going on?

Bucky’s phone started ringing and he silently cursed. He scrambled through his pockets looking for the disturbing device. His eyes widened when you groaned. He quickly answered the call button and waited. You didn’t wake up and he gave a breath of relief. 

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oscarwildeiswild  asked:

Hey!!! I reallyyyy love your writing it's so cute and I just really like it!!❤️I was wondering if you could write one where dracos rly eccentric/weird and he's really funny to be around but everyone's like ://?? But harry finds it rly cute!!! Thankssss xxx

Thank you so much, sweetie!! ❤️️ Maybe you already forgot you sent me that ask because it took me sooooo looooong to answer it lol. I’m not sure if this is what you had in mind but maybe you’ll still like it? Anyway, thank you so much for sending me that prompt :) I had loads of fun with it :) ❤️️


“No, no, not this one!”

Harry watched as his flatmate rushed over to the kitchen cabinet and wrenched the mug Blaise was holding out of his hands.

“What’s wrong with this one?” Blaise asked, raising an eyebrow. Draco bit his lip, while cradling the mug like it was his most prized possession.

“You just can’t use this one, okay?” he snapped. “What if you break it?”

Harry silently sipped his tea as the two Slytherins in his kitchen started bickering.

”No, not that one either!”

It wasn’t exactly unusual behaviour. And Harry was used to it by now. He and Draco had been flatmates for over a year and Draco always seemed a bit touchy about his things. Curiously enough, he never snapped at Harry about it. Only at his friends. And Harry’s friends.

“You’re being a brat, Draco,” Blaise muttered. “I just want some tea but apparently that is too much to ask.”

“Here, you can take this one,” Draco announced, pointing to the only mug left in the cabinet. “I don’t care much for that one anyway.”

“Hey! I gave you that one!” Pansy entered the kitchen with a scowl on her face. Draco just shrugged, flicked his wand once to set the kettle on the stove and to send the mugs flying back into the cabinet.

“You’re spoiling him,” Blaise said to Harry, sitting down at the table opposite of him.

“What? What do I have to do with any of this?” Harry protested.

“You’re spoiling him,” Blaise repeated. “You’re allowing this… this behaviour.”

“Allowing?” Harry echoed. “Excuse me, but what exactly do you think we are doing here? We’re just flatmates. I’m not the boss of him.”

“He most certainly isn’t,” Draco chimed in, plopping down on the chair next to Harry.

“Right,” Pansy snorted. “Say, Potter, have you fought with Draco since you moved in together? I mean a real, full-on fight .”

Harry thought about it for a second, an obvious ‘Yes’ on the tip of his tongue. But the more he thought about it, the more he realised they hadn’t had a big fight at all. Sure, they had argued about a few things here and there but it had been nothing like their fights in school.

Pansy seemed to take Harry’s silence as the answer she had been expecting and smirked.

“See? You have Draco wrapped around your little finger,” she said in a sing-song voice.

“Pansy, will you shut up?” Draco growled. “That is preposterous.”

“Oh, is it?” Blaise grinned.

Draco ignored him and went over to the stove to prepare their tea. While the blond was out of earshot, Blaise leaned closer to Harry.

“You really shouldn’t encourage his OCD.”

“OCD?” Harry’s eyes widened.

“Obsessive-compulsive-”

“I know what it means,” Harry interrupted Pansy. “Draco doesn’t have OCD.”

Pansy and Blaise exchanged meaningful looks before turning their attention back to Harry.

“You can’t deny he’s totally obsessed with you,” Pansy smirked.

“And you can’t tell me you haven’t noticed how he freaks out whenever something isn’t in the place he’s intended it to,” Blaise remarked.

Harry frowned, not sure he had noticed.

“You really are thick, Potter,” Blaise sighed. He looked around the room until he spotted something on the shelf. With one nod of his head, the clock he had fixed his eyes on flew across the room and landed on one of the windowsills. Grinning to himself, Blaise leaned back in his seat and winked at Harry.

“Now just wait and observe.”

“He’s not going to freak out,” Harry insisted.

He watched Draco closely as he returned to the table, levitating three mugs in front of him. When Blaise made a grab for the dark red one, Draco slapped his hand away.

“I told you, not that one. That’s mine.”

Blaise rolled his eyes and took the white one, hovering beside his head.

“What’s so special about the red one?” he muttered darkly.

“I bought that a month after we moved here. It makes me think of Ha-” Draco stopped abruptly, his body going rigid. “Um… Halloween! It makes me think of Halloween!”

Blaise and Pansy started snickering, elbowing each other. Harry wasn’t sure what was going on.

“Yeah, of course it would have such a special meaning to you, if it reminds you of Ha-lloween,” Blaise said teasingly.

Draco quickly looked away, wrinkling his eyebrows.

“Shut up, Blaise, you- Hey! What is the clock doing on the windowsill? That’s not where it’s supposed to be!” He whirled around in his seat. “Which one of you two did it?” he said, zeroing in on his Slytherin friends.

“What makes you think we did it?” Pansy said, her tone as sweet as sugar.

“Harry would never do something like that,” Draco announced decisively. Harry blinked at that.

“Never mind who did it,” Blaise said with a dismissive gesture. “The question is, can you leave it there? I bet you can’t.”

Draco bit his lip. Harry saw that his right hand was twitching. He obviously didn’t want to leave it there but he probably wanted to prove to Blaise that he was wrong.

“Come on, stop being so childish,” Harry murmured to Blaise and levitated the clock back to its original place on the shelf. Draco let out a little sigh of relief and gave Harry a grateful look.

“See, Blaise, this is why he’s my flatmate, not you,” Draco snapped.

“Sure, that’s the only reason,” Blaise snorted. His eyes wandered over to Harry, scrutinising him. “I really have no idea how you put up with him.”

Harry barked out a laugh and shook his head.

“He’s a great flatmate. It’s always clean, I never have to worry about the fridge being empty, he always makes sure I have my favourite tea… One time, he yelled at a salesperson because they didn’t have it in stock.” Harry chuckled to himself while Draco slid down in his seat, looking slightly embarrassed. “I thought it was rather sweet. I mean, sure he has a few quirks. He always insists I use the blanket he got for me when I’m on the sofa, although we have, like, five. But I don’t mind. It’s a nice blanket. It has little Snitches on it. Sometimes he massages my shoulders, but he never lets me reciprocate. I keep telling him I’m not as clumsy as I was in school but I guess he doesn’t believe me.”

Harry was so lost in thought, he didn’t notice the raised eyebrows, the looks the Slytherins were giving him or the way Draco had turned beet red.

“Oh, and I have to be at home on Thursdays by seven o’clock, because he cooks dinner and doesn’t like it when I’m late. But, I mean, the one time I was late was only because there were so many people in the pastry shop when I wanted to pick up these little cupcakes Draco likes so much.” When Harry’s words were only met with silence, he finally looked up and realised he had been babbling. “Oh, I’m sorry, Draco, I didn’t mean to-”

“So,” Pansy said, drumming her perfectly manicured fingers on the table. “How long have you two been secretly dating? And why didn’t you tell us?”  

Harry’s mouth fell open as he gaped at Pansy.

“What?” he spluttered.

“We’re not dating,” Draco muttered darkly. “If we were dating, we would be kissing and… stuff.”

This time, Harry didn’t miss the undertone in Draco’s voice, although he wasn’t exactly sure how to interpret it.

“Do you want us to kiss and… stuff?”

The kitchen went completely silent as three pairs of eyes fixed on Draco, who kept staring at the mug in his hands.

“I… um… Well, I guess I wouldn’t be completely… Um, that is to say, I-”

“Hold on, is that why you wouldn’t come out of your room for a week, after I told you about that date I had with a Muggle a few months ago?”

Draco didn’t answer but kept staring at his mug.

“Oh, is that why you haven’t been dating at all while we have been living together?” Harry thought about other signs there might have been that hadn’t seemed strange at the time. Wait, there was one thing that had seemed very strange. “Oh my God, is that why all the towels seem to magically disappear from time to time when I come out of the shower?”

Draco let his head fall back and made a strangled noise, while Blaise and Pansy keeled over with laughter.

Harry ignored them and got out of his seat, never taking his eyes off Draco. He pulled the Slytherin into a standing position in front of him and gently cupped his cheek.

“Won’t you look at me?” Harry whispered. Draco’s eyes darted up to his, glimmering with apprehension. Harry stepped closer until their chests were touching, placing his other hand on Draco’s hip. “I guess we kind of have been dating for a while, haven’t we? I just didn’t realise.”

Draco shivered under Harry’s touch and tentatively brought his hands up to Harry’s shoulders.

“You never were the most observant type,” he murmured, his eyes flickering over Harry’s face. A smile tugged on the corner of Harry’s mouth as he leaned forward. He unconsciously held his breath as he let his lips brush over Draco’s, savouring the warmth and the silky feeling of his mouth. He barely noticed the loud cheers and wolf-whistles behind him.

“Hmmm, I guess I finally understand your obsession with lip balm,” Harry breathed amusedly. He stroked Draco’s cheek with his thumb and brought their foreheads together, suddenly feeling really dizzy.

“You know, I have an obsession with really, really soft and comfortable beds as well,” Draco said, wiggling his eyebrows and leaning in to kiss Harry once more.

When they broke apart several minutes later, Harry’s heart skipped a beat and he was sure he had never seen anything more beautiful. The way Draco was looking at him almost made him topple over. This was how he wanted Draco to look at him from now on, with the biggest smile on his face Harry had ever seen.    

Neighbors (Part IV)

She’s sitting on her couch, a bowl of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream in her lap, watching him perform at Rock in Rio.

Her best friend had found a livestream and now they are watching the one and only Shawn Mendes - the nice dude from the apartment next door - being an absolute rockstar, making the sea of people beneath him go crazy.

She found it hard to wrap her head around the fact that this guy on stage was the same guy who ate her soup in a hoodie two days ago, looking cozy and cuddly. And who fell asleep on her lap. She had seen the real him. Not the brand or the artist. Just Shawn. In his most vulnerable state. Sick and in need of someone to take care of him.

He still sounds a bit hoarse now but the rasp in his voice makes him sound even sexier and she feels slightly proud that he looks healthier than two days ago when he had fallen asleep on her lap, fighting that cold.

The way he is strumming his guitar now, neck vein popping and eyes shut while singing his heart out, makes her feel some kind of way.

She’s on her period, feeling kinda horny, kinda emotional and Shawn looking handsome as hell in his tight shirt, curls messy and bopping, jawline sharp and biceps flexing isn’t really helping.

“Okay but I still can’t believe what happened,” her best friend says, after taking another sip of wine.

“Let me get this straight. Y’all flirt at the gym, he gave you a ride, cared about you when you sprained your ankle, fucking made out with you and fell asleep on top of you. Like - what the fuck is happening?”

“I don’t even know. It’s not like I planned this, okay?” she rolls her eyes at her best friend, gesticulating with her spoon in hand. “I didn’t even care about him before… I didn’t plan moving into the apartment next to freaking Shawn Mendes. And nothing else happened! It’s not like we… you know…”

“Fucked?”

She blushes, concentrating on her ice cream, digging the spoon into it.

Her best friend giggles, pointing at her. “Oh my God. But you so would!”

“Stop it.”

“You so would sleep with him. But I don’t blame you, honey. He looks fine as fuck. I mean look at him,” she’s pointing at the TV screen. “He’s almost a bit too good looking.”

“And he’s famous. And has fans which is so weird. I don’t think I can deal with that - the fame thing, you know.”

Her best friend sighs. “Why do you always fall for the problematic guys? I mean Shawn doesn’t seem to be as problematic as your ex but he’s a freaking pop star. That’s kinda problematic.” 

“I know. I mean he’s sweet and everything but his lifestyle scares me a bit, not gonna lie.”

“You shouldn’t take it too seriously though,” her best friend says, “why don’t you fool around a bit, have great sex and call it a day? You don’t have to make it official.”

“I don’t know if this works for me… just sleeping with him. Ugh, I don’t know,” she frowns, hugging a pillow. “What if I catch feelings?”

“Mhm, the sex must be worth it, though. You’d tell me if it’s good, right?”

She takes the pillow and throws it at her best friend who is cracking up by now, wine glass in hand.

“Shut up.”


He’s carrying two huge bags filled with groceries and toiletries into the building, escaping the rain that’s pouring down.

“Good morning, Tom!” he greets the concierge with a smile who opens the door for him.

“Morning, Mr. Mendes! How’s everything?”

“All good. Just went groceries shopping.”

“Ah, got back from tour, eh?”

“Yeah, kinda. Played a festival in Brazil!”

“Amazing,” the concierge says, closing the door after him. “Have a nice day.”

“Thank you. You, too.”

The elevator door opens with a soft pling and Shawn blinks, seeing her.

She’s carrying a basket of laundry that is smelling like lavender and roses, her hair up in a ponytail, cheeks rosy and he can’t believe his luck with running into her again.

“Hi!” he says, sounding way too cheerful.

“Hey!” she grins. “Welcome back! How was Brazil?”

“Awesome. People are a bit crazy down there but I loved Rio. Had a great time.”

He wants to press the button in the elevator that would take them to their floor but it has already been pressed, glowing in red.

“I saw your performance actually.”

“You did?” his face lights up, eyes sparkling and he shifts the heavy bags in his arms around, placing one on the elevator floor.

“Yeah, you killed it. Also loved the rasp…”

He laughs softly. “Ah, yes… thanks again for taking care of me. Couldn’t have played Rock in Rio without you.”

She blushes, looking down. “Nothing to thank me for, really.”

The realization hits him like a sudden flash. 

He had missed her. 

Her beautiful face. The way she looks at him. Her smile. Her eyes.

And he bites his bottom lip, craving her touch again. His lips on hers.

He leans against the elevator wall and she looks at the full bags.

“Went groceries shopping for a change, huh?”

He chuckles, smirking proudly. “Yeah, gonna fill up my fridge. Are you proud of me?”

She laughs. “So proud.”

And in this moment as he is shifting the bag in his arms, he hears something fall to the floor.

Of all the things that could have been falling out of the bag. Milk, butter, honey, cereal…

It had to be the condoms.

Great.

She looks down and he quickly bends down to pick up the blue package.

He’s blushing hard by now and there’s no way she isn’t reading what’s on the package.

Durex. Extra thin. Extra sensitive. 

Large.

Maximizing sensitivity, while still providing a high level of security and protection.

Oh God.

It should not be this awkward. They were adults. It was normal to buy condoms. Nothing wrong with that!

He clears his throat, shoving the package into the back pocket of his jeans and she avoids making eye contact.

“Okay, this was kinda awkward,” he says under his breath.

“Kinda,” she says, laughing almost, putting her basket down.

He puts his bag on the floor as well and before the elevator can stop on their floor, he pins her against the silver wall, his lips ghosting over her ear.

“I’m not… seeing anybody else,” he breathes and he can feel her shiver underneath his touch as his hands are on her hips. “Just wanted to make that clear.”

“O-okay,” she says, sounding a little bit surprised.

“And I missed you,” he murmurs, voice strained with longing.

Her hands are now on his chest, wandering down, playing with the hem a little as he is looking at her, tilting her chin up ever so gently.

“Missed you, too.”

This is all he needs to press her eagerly against the wall. Pressing his lips on hers in a heated kiss, he would take her right there. Up against the elevator wall, her legs around his hips but he pulls back.

It should not be like this.

He has promised himself to take things slow.

The elevator comes to a halt and they look at each other, cheeks flushed, clothes slightly crumpled, breathing heavily.

“Um- well, then…” she says, stepping out. “See you, Shawn.”

He follows her out of the elevator, fumbling with his keys.

“See you.”

And he wonders if she’s as aroused as he is. As needy. As much craving him as he is craving her.

what if allura is the first one to pick up on the fact lance has a crush on keith? she doesn’t tell him anything about it though, she respects that he probably wants to keep it to himself, but her and lance got a lot closer since allura became part of the team and she just noticed. eventually lance opens up to her, saying that they’re in the middle of a war and no matter how much he wished they dated nothing could happen between them.

she still wants to help him in some way, and asks the mice to set up something for them, kind of like that mini circus thing they did for her in s2, and she tells them it’s for the whole team, but in reality only keith and lance show up and as the show keeps going they sit closer and closer next to each other, until keith is resting his head on lance’s shoulder and that’s when he realizes it was probably done on purpose to make him and keith spend some time alone together

This is my favorite scene of the two of them because Touka’s standing over him so protectively. Like, I really love the entire panel because her kagune is so beautiful and amazing and it’s really easy to overlook this smaller part, but the way she also seems to be shielding him with her body is so touching. This was probably such a heartbreaking moment for her because she was finally reunited with her brother and he almost died right before her eyes. 

Ayato was so reckless in Cochlea and he was so lucky that Touka and Yomo were there or he’d have died like a thousand times. It’s also why I’m hesitant about Ayato showing up where Hinami and Touka are because he’ll just act on his impulse and rush straight in and it wouldn’t make anything better for any of them, unless he learnt some lessons from Cochlea of course.

Vacation & Sweatpants Pt.2

(Looked dope so I’m using it)

Series: Dog Mom Life

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom, the Reader, Tessa and Harrison are on a trip to Hawaii part one adventure was on the plane ;)

Warnings: Smut, I write smuts not tragedies

- lmao i h8 myself for trying to make a joke 

Word Count:

A/N: I don’t even know if a think like this exists in Hawaii but just fake it till you make it. Fan Fiction lmao. Might make this into five parts?? Comment if you want 5 or 10 parts.


[Reader’s POV]


“Alright so you and Mr. Holland will stay here” the man gestures to the walkway leading to a big bungalow above the water. The way the candles lit the walkway was mesmerizing. The time you got here it was becoming dark here.


“As for you Mr. Osterfield, you will be in this one right across from them.. No one knows you’re here, there are no people staying in the bungalows on each side of yours so I hope you all enjoy your stay” He bows slightly before walking down the boardwalk towards the sand and hotel.


“C’mon love let’s go check the inside of the place” he smiles tugging your hand in the direction of your home for the next week and a half. Your eyes taking in the beautiful water that surrounded you and seemed to go on for miles and miles. The sunset was gorgeous as the night sky started to fall.


   Walking down the wooded walkway Tessa pushes by running towards the door. She gets to the door  before you and Tom. Turning her head she looks back at you two while her tail wags. Tessa waits for Tom to unlock the door letting her in. A happy bark echoes in the bungalow as she runs around.


   Looking around the place you and Tom find the bedroom. Setting your bags down and unzipping them. The two of you take around fifteen minutes getting everything unpacked. Once you finish you take your suitcases and put them in the closet. Tom does the same once he’s done hanging up his last article of clothing he brought.


   The sound of the water outside was so soothing. Taking off your sweater and changing into a white tank top and nike dri fit spanx. It was your go to outfit when it was hot outside. The air was warm and decided if you could find the switch to the fan. Turning it on you hope it can circulate the air in the room.


   Leaving the bedroom you venture around looking at all the decor taking it all in. You were somewhere new and you loved it. One of the perks of being Tom was going to new places, you loved adventure. The thought of being able to travel was never possible till you met Tom. You’re very thankful for him and so proud of how far he’s come since he became Spider-Man.


   Walking outside you see a stairway leading down to a square dock with lanterns and two white lounge chairs. There was an outside sitting area , each side was blocked by a privacy wall. Seeing shaded area with a rectangle pool that water dripped down on the sides and came back up to the pool. Under the white shade cloth that was hanging you see two white lounge chairs to your right. 


    To your left was a oval couch type place to sit outlooking the water. Different colored pillows sitting on top of the white couch.Heading to the left side you look down to see a glass flooring watching as the water sloshed beneath you. A stone table was near the white couch with three different sized glass candle holders sat on it. A smile on your face as you looked at everything, it was so gorgeous here.


“Do you like it Angel?” Tom asks making you turn to look at him. Nodding your head as you look back out at the water. You could see the sunset setting behind a mountain.


“Thank you for letting me come along Tom” you say taking a seat on the white couch.Your eyes taking in the beautiful view.


“I couldn’t imagine going on a holiday without you love” mentally thinking it’s cute he calls it holiday when you’re used to calling it vacation.


“I love you Tom, don’t forget that when you go back to work after this” you look at him as he sits down next to you. Leaning into him as he wraps his left arm around you pulling you close.


“I love you more, you’re always on my mind when I’m away.. I know we don’t get to escape the real world like this often due to press tours and everything but I’m glad when we can escape that we spend it like this..” His lips kiss the top of your head as the two of you bask in this moment. No paparazzi, no pestering fans tracking him down, it was peaceful.


   Silence like this was calming with the hectic lifestyle you took on once you started dating Tom. Once he said you were his girlfriend your every move got watched. It was stressful and sometimes you would break down from the hate. Yet Tom always knew how to pick you up. He always knew what to say to calm you down and remind you that you’re not alone and have him to fall back on always.


    Your thoughts get interrupted from Tessa jumping on the couch in between the two of you. She licks your face making you laugh and give her a kiss on the head. One positive of living with Tom is getting to be around Tessa. She was a definite pick me up when he was gone.


“Tessa bearrrr, how’s my favorite girl” you coo at her giving her kisses on her face. A bark fills the air as an answer making you smile.


“Let’s see if Harrison won’t mind taking Tessa for tonight” Tom yawns standing up patting his thigh. Tessa follows Tom as he makes his way inside.  


   Getting up you make your way to the bedroom. Opening up one of the drawers for your black bikini. Going into the bathroom you change and look at yourself in the mirror. The swimsuit accentuates your curves nicely. Your thighs touching but not caring because not everyone is perfect and you felt great about yourself. Tom treats you like a Queen even during the times you doubt yourself.


   Grabbing a towel you head back outside where the you were just sitting. Instead you head to the pool setting the towel on a chair. Stepping into the pool and letting your body sink into the water. A sigh escapes your lips as your body eases into the water. It felt so good against your sore muscles.


   Moving to the edge of the pool you cross your arms resting them on the edge. Pushing your hair behind your shoulders you rest your chin on your wrists. Watching as the sun was fulling setting and the night sky was progressing more. Closing your eyes feeling the water move against your skin.


   Arms snake around your waist making your eyes snap open. Jumping slightly you ease when you feel Tom’s lips kiss your exposed shoulder.You didn’t hear him get into the pool, which is super sneaky.Your nerves easing down when you realize it’s Tom.


“Didn’t mean to scare you love, you just looked so peaceful out here” his hands slowly sliding down your body under the water. Hands stopping right at your hips. Thumbs massaging against your skin slowly.


“So Tessa is with Harrison?” you ask tilting your head to the side. A grin appears on his face as he nods. A big cheeky grin.


“He said he would keep her there so he will not be alone, then complained he should have brought a girl here.. But then realized if he did they probably would post something and fuck up the trip” Tom explains backing you up against the wall of the pool. Biting your lip as his lips attach to the skin at the base of your neck.


“F-fuck” you whimper as his hands grip your ass pulling your crotch against his clothed hard on. He moved his hips grinding into you making you tilt your head back. Hair falling over the edge of the pool. The water spilling over the sides at his movements.


“You brought on of my favorite ” he groans against your skin. Of course you brought it, you knew exactly how he felt about this bikini. Feeling his breath against your skin made your heart beat faster.


    You let out a moan at your pussy throbbing and needing more than this. Sliding your hand up to grab onto his curls giving them a tug. He lets out a moan at your fingers in his hair.. Tom’s lips kiss along your neck as he slides his hand into your bikini bottoms. His fingers rubbing up and down your slit achingly slow.


“T-Tom” his name coming out shaky as he inserts two fingers inside you. Moaning into the air as he starts pumping them in and out quicker. The air hits your chest making your nipples harden. He tossed the bikini top towards the back deck with his free hand while he was pleasing you.


Jesus Christ what can’t he do?


“C’moan moan for me angel, no one is near us..” Tom whispers next to your ear as he takes his fingers out of you. He takes your bottoms off throwing them where your top was. A loud moan fills the air as he starts rubbing your clit.


“That’s it, let daddy know how he’s making you feel” his voice deep as his thumb continues to add pressure on your clit. Tom’s lips travel down your neck as you become a moaning mess.


“P-please fuck me, please.. please” you beg gripping his curls tighter. You could feel that you were close and you wanted him fucking you more than anything.


    Tom turns you around so you’re facing the wall of the pool. Your hands gripping on to it for support. You hear another thud happen behind you. Looking back you see Tom’s shorts hanging from the deck. His hands gather your hair into a ponytail tugging it back. You bite your lip as he tugs it back making your eyes flutter shut.


“God you’re so perfect…” His grip on your hair moving your head to the side so he can kiss your neck. Tom’s lets go of your hair letting it cascade down against your back.


   He slides his hands down your back to your sides. Slowly moving them down your curves. Your breathing became ragged from all the endorphins rushing through your body. Tom groans as he slides the tip of his cock up and down your slit.


   You could hear Tom’s breathing from how quiet the air was. Gripping onto the pool wall tightly as he slams into you. A strangled moan leaves your lips at your body slamming into the glass wall. His hands slide up your stomach grabbing your breasts in his grasp. A rough thrust makes your moan come out louder.


“F-Fuck” Tom moans thrusting faster into you, the grip on your breasts not easing up. Your eyes closing as your body moved forward from how hard and deep his thrusts are. Grunts filled the air as Tom took you from behind.


   The water splashed over the edge of the pool as the motion of the water picked up. Your hands slip from the wall causing your chest and Tom’s hands to hit the wall. He swears from the thud his fingers created. His hands move away from your breasts as he takes himself out of you causing you to whine. Turning you around swiftly he lifts your legs up.


   Wrapping your arms around his neck you pull his face down to yours. The kiss needy and full of lust. He quickly inserts himself inside of you again making you gasp into the kiss. Tom’s tongue slips inside rubbing against yours as he thrusts deeply into you. Tugging his curls he moans into the kiss.


   The grip on your hips tighten, his nails digging into your skin. Tom’s lips kiss down your jaw back to your neck. The thrusts so hard made your back hit the wall of the glass pool. Moans filled the air from the both of you. The water feeling so cool against your heating body.


“T-Tom.. I’m close baby” you gasp as he angles your hips making him go deeper with each thrust. The feeling of his cock  sliding in and out of you had you clenching around him. His grunting and moaning is one of the sexiest things you heard.


   Tom lets go of your hip, his hand moving in between the two of you. His thumb starts rubbing quick circles on your clit. Pleasure soars through your whole body with all that’s happening to it. Your hips moving in sync with his as his thrusts started getting slower. Tom’s forehead rested against your shoulder as his biceps flexed while holding you.


   Your stomach clenched as he applied more pressure to your clit. You were a moaning mess beneath him and you didn’t want it to be any other way. Eyes shutting as your orgasm rocks through your body. Moaning from the way your body felt as if it was floating. His release happening after yours because he always insisted “a lady must always cum first.”


“Bloody hell that was great” Tom groans after his hips stopped twitching. He pressed kisses along your collarbone making you open your eyes. Little white dots swirled in your vision once you opened your eyes.


“I swear someone could have heard us” you blushed looking away from him. His fingers grasp your chin making you look back at him. The color of his eyes a shade darker as he looked at you.


“At least they’ll know my girl is being pleased” he grins smiling down at you kissing your heated cheeks. You push him backwards so he falls into the water. You swim toward the pool stairs but you feel his hand grab your ankle pulling you under the water.


   Coming back up for air you glare at a smirking Tom. He splashes you with water making you laugh. Laughter fills the air as you both splash each other in the face.  He pulls you into his arms holding you as his lips press against yours.


“I love you so much” Tom’s smile making your heart melt. Kissing him on the lips as an answer.


“I love you more, this is going to definitely be a great vacation” 

What Lovers Do: Part 5 (FINAL)

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You have a friend with benefits relationship with the Winter Soldier himself: Bucky Barnes. You two have gotten the routine down: wake up, train, mission, come home, have sex, then act like nothing happened. It’s worked for you for a while now. But now that Bucky’s starting to see someone seriously, you don’t know what to do with yourself.

Warnings: angst

A/N: Final chapter! Woooooo! I’m glad you all enjoyed this series! Many thanks!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Originally posted by whatwasdead


Bucky was watching you again as you slept. Your naked form curled into his side. Was this wrong? Technically, he and Mellie did just break up an hour or two prior this. But he couldn’t help it. Just you being the usual light of his life, with your smile and laugh, Bucky had to have you. 

After the deed was done, Bucky came to the final conclusion: he loved you. Sure, he cared for Mellie and he really did like her a lot, but he always found himself mentally comparing her to you. He thought it was just because you were the person to help him become the man he is now. But now he realized it was because he cared for you much deeper than a friend. 

You were sound asleep, so Bucky decided to slip away. He needed to tell Mellie what he decision was. He picked up his clothes off the floor and quickly put them on. With a final glance to you, he closed the door behind him. He first wanted to get some water before going to Mellie. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Steve there. 

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