this came out nice i guess

#awkward #pining #ministry

Prompts: @tera2
Author: @queenofthyme

Harry read the article again. He didn’t know why he put himself through it. Rita Skeeter’s outlandish claims never failed to make him angry. And he’d already forced The Daily Prophet to run a redaction days ago. 

No, he did know, actually. It was the accompanying image. The one with Draco Malfoy staring right into the camera, unblinking, a challenge in his eyes. It was familiar but at the same time nothing Harry had ever seen before (except during his many rereads of this particular paper). Malfoy had aged. Matured obviously since he was now a Ministry official. There was just something about his face. The same but different. Harry was drawn to it.

“Auror Potter." 

Harry looked up to find that same face at his doorway, focusing a steely gaze on Harry. He was so shocked he forgot he was holding a cup of tea. It dropped to his desk with an embarrassing clatter, spilling its contents, all over Malfoy’s inked face.  

The Malfoy at Harry’s office door – the real one – didn’t move. His eyes flickered down to Harry’s desk, watching the spill unfold passively.

Harry jumped to his feet and quickly bundled up the wet paper, throwing it face down into a waste basket at his feet. He wasn’t sure if he’d been fast enough.

He looked back up to Malfoy, searching for any sign he might have seen. Nothing. But that hardly meant much. Harry suspected Malfoy’s emotions didn’t play so obviously on his face anymore. He nodded in what he hoped was a professional courteous manner. "Dralfoy.”

Harry froze, the awful blunder hitting his ears just as it came out of his mouth. He could feel himself blushing, his palms getting clammy, his knees weak. Was simply Malfoy’s presence enough to make him come undone these days?

And just when he thought things couldn’t get worse, Harry, not quite sure how much longer he’d be able to stand for, slumped back into his seat - or at least attempted to – but misjudged the position and ended up plummeting to the floor instead.

The only saving grace – if there was any positive to the situation at all – was that at least on the floor, behind his desk, he was hidden from sight. He wondered if he crawled under his desk and stayed there, if Malfoy would get the idea and leave. Harry was seriously considering the option when Malfoy came into view again, stepping around the desk to loom over Harry.

He offered a hand. Harry gladly took it, forgetting for a moment the current predicament of said hands. And sure enough, after Malfoy helped Harry to his feet, he quickly let go and wiped his hand on his trousers.

Harry wanted to close his eyes and crawl up into a ball in the corner of the room. He never wanted to look Malfoy in the eye again. In less than a minute, he had made himself look like a complete fool. And all it took was for Malfoy to walk in the bloody room.

Malfoy cleared his throat. “I just came by to say hello. I thought it was polite given we work in the same building now. Which, of course, you already know.” His eyes darted to the waste basket. Shit.

“I had The Daily Prophet write a redaction,” Harry blurted out, as if that would help. Although at least he managed to get the words right this time.

“That was you? I should have guessed. You never miss an opportunity to save my skin.” Malfoy’s lips quirked upward for the smallest moment before his composure returned. “Well, it was nice seeing how the other side lives. I suppose I must get back to it.”

“Right,” Harry managed to nod. “I’ll get the door for you.”

They both stared at the open door.

Having already committed to the pointless task, Harry hurried forward and tripped over his own feet, falling right into Malfoy’s waiting – his reflexes were still as fast as they were in Quidditch – arms. Could Harry be more embarrassing?

Malfoy righted Harry but kept a firm grip on him – perhaps he thought Harry might slump to the floor otherwise, which was probably an accurate assumption at this stage.

There was amusement in Malfoy’s face now, a lightness in his eyes. “Are you always this clumsy, Potter, or am I special?”

“You’re special,” Harry answered quickly as he didn’t want Malfoy to think this was how all his mornings went. Although, after he realised what he’d said, he quickly tried to take it back: “No, I mean, wait, I mean, that’s not what I  -“

Malfoy took a step back, dropping his arms. “No need to be so flustered, Potter,” he interrupted. “I keep all the newspapers with your face on them too.”

Harry’s brain short-circuited. He must have stood there blinking at Malfoy for a solid five seconds before he was able to ask: “All of them?”

“Thirty-four and counting.” Malfoy winked. “You know, Potter, if you were to take me out to dinner, I’m sure the outing might be scandalous enough to make the front page. We could add to both our collections.”

“If I – you – dinner?” Harry repeated, a little discombobulated.

“Why, Potter,” Malfoy said, a cheeky smile appearing on his face, “I thought you’d never ask. I’d love to.”

Harry blinked – it was the only action he was capable of.

Malfoy laughed lightly when Harry didn’t reply. He made to exit, but paused briefly to call out over his shoulder: “I finish at six.”

Only when Malfoy was out of view did Harry let his knees give in.

more like this l @queenofthyme

Paper Hearts Finale

Originally posted by tbhobi

Genre: Angst/fluff

♡ Pairing: Reader x Jungkook // Reader x Jimin

♡ Length: 6.4k

♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.

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♡JK ♡JM

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Hockey Pucks | Jungkook (m)

Prompt: Um, Jungkook is a hockey player, but basically what happened was that it had very little to do with hockey and very much to do with sex. You’re both college students and apparently opposites really do attract just like they do in the movies.

Warnings: (18+) use of marijuana, smut (lmao what’s new), and an accidental mommy kink

Word Count: 8.4k

A/N: Yo, this spiraled very quickly and turned into a monster long fic. ANYWAy thanks 4 readin. No excuses or regerts…

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Title:Lie to me

Pairing: Dean/Jensen x Reader x Sam

Warnings: None

Imagine: Imagine Dean and Sam getting transported to the French Mistake universe. Only for Dean to realize he is married to you, his best friend, love of his life and… Sam’s girlfriend.

“Alright, so we know that getting outta here is not going to be that easy. Or as easy as the first time.” Dean grumbled as he shut the car’s door close.

“So it seems- uh thank you Clint!” Sam gave the driver a smile but he only frowned at him.

“Uh Clif? You know what guys? Just stay off drinking for a little while yeah? And Jensen, why don’t you tell your wife to make you like a warm tea or something? Your voice is starting to turn into Dean’s and it’s kinda creepy.” Clif gave Dean a tight smile.

Dean frowned, feeling a little offended for a moment but just as he was about to speak Sam did for him “Uh yeah sure thing, thanks for the drive Clif.” he gave him a tight smile and the man nodded his head.

“Of course. Goodnight guys.” he waved at them and Sam waved back.

“What the hell’s wrong with my voice?” Dean exclaimed, his voice raising an octave and Sam only rolled his eyes “My voice is absolutely fine! It’s that freaking Jensen’s voice that must be weird! Just like his name.” he scoffed, making a face and rolling his eyes.

“Yeah right, sure. Let’s go inside now before it starts raining on us.” Sam huffed a laugh, stuffing his hands in his jacket.

“Yeah right, well smart call to come here Padaleski.” Dean said with a smirk and Sam frowned.

“Uh Lecki. I’m pretty sure it’s Lecki.”

“Yeah whatever Polish boy. As long as I won’t have to watch you and fake-Ruby stuff faces.” Dean made a disgusted face and Sam huffed, giving him a bitch-face.

“I mean hey Sammy, what do ya think (Y/n/n) would think about it?” Dean gave him a side look and Sam rolled his eyes.

“Nothing because she knows very well how I feel about her. I love her and only her. Besides, this place, those guys it’s not us ok? So no there shouldn’t even be a need to worry.”

“Sure.” Dean nodded his head, fetching the keys he had stolen earlier from Jensen’s trailer but still avoided eye contact with his brother “Just save me the cheesy details man, I liked my burger a couple hours ago.” he laughed him off but Sam just sighed.

“Yeah well, it is not going to be my favorite thing to see you stuff your face with whoever your wife is.” Sam said in a teasing tone and Dean chuckled, a triumphant grin on his face when he managed to find the right key.

“You think she’s gonna be hot?” he asked Sam with a smirk and the younger Winchester shrugged.

“Well, if this Jensen guy is anything like you then- I guess.” he shrugged and Dean scoffed.

“I doubt it. Did you see that dude’s car? I mean come on now!” he exclaimed a little too loudly, his voice echoing inside the house.

“Hm well, you’ve got a pretty nice house that is for sure. Looks really home-y.” Sam commented as they both took a look around.

“Yeah, it’s nice.” Dean almost whispered and Sam merely nodded his head as he took in the sight.

“It’s ike-” he breathed out a laugh “It’s like they let (Y/n) decorate it or something. She’s told me so many times about how she’s imagined her house and it’s- pretty much like this.” Sam motioned around him.

“Of course she would.” Dean breathed out a chuckle, a fond smile on his face. One that as soon as he noticed matched that of his brother’s he wiped off.

“Alright-” he cleared his throat, trying not to get too carried away “-let’ not get carried away. We first need to-”

“Honey?” a voice cut him off, though, before he could say more and both brothers stiffened “Is that you?” it was heard again, this time coming closer and Dean shared a look with Sam.

“Time to find out I guess.” he said with a small nervous smile before steadying himself.

“Uh yeah it’s me. Jensen. Not- not somebody else, like Dean or- yeah, nope.” he tried but failed to give a nice response and Sam rolled his eyes.

“Real smooth Jensen.” Sam smirked at him and Dean merely glared at the taller man.

“Baby?” the voice was heard again, closer this time and for the first time did Sam and Dean frown at how… familiar it sounded.

“Oh there you are.” a wide grin broke on your lips as you came into view but Sam’s small smile completely vanished. Especially as you walked towards his brother and grabbed him by his jacket and… pressed your lips to his. At that moment Sam felt his heart ache more than ever before inside his chest and… as wrong as that was Dean felt his own heart swell inside his own chest.

“How was work? Hope you two didn’t have all the fun on set without me huh?” you gave him a grin, giggling as he gaped at you like a fish out of water.

“Hey Jared, how are you? How’s Gen? I didn’t have time to see her this week. In between the new album, the shooting and everything else I hadn’t had time to talk with her.” you said with all too familiar warm smile that this time didn’t make Sam smile, because your arms wrapped around Dean’s shoulders felt almost like a stab to the heart.

“Uh she’s- she’s fine.” he choked out, giving you a weak smile.

“I’m glad.” you nodded your head and in a second your eyes were back on Dean’s face who had suddenly forgotten how to breathe.

“Hey you-” you said in a lower voice, leaning in closer to him to the point he thought you’d be able to feel how his heart was going crazy inside his chest “-your mother came to take Justice, she was really happy that she’ll spend the weekend with her grandparents. You know what that means though, right?” you smirked at him, and Dean gave you a weak nod.

You chuckled, pressing your lips to his and he had to practically keep himself from melting into it. He struggled to keep himself from closing his eyes and just wrapping his arms around you, pressing you as close to himself as possible and never letting go of you. And gosh was it wrong to want, much less actually consider it.

You pulled away and had a soft smile on your lips. You nuzzled your nose with his and Dean was sure he let out a small sound that couldn’t be described as human. You smiled softly at him, the same shy smile you had given to him all that time ago when you first met.

A day he still remembered, because he was the first one you’d met. And only much later, a week later, did Sam come in view and he saw the two of you fall head over heels in love with each other. And all he did was be happy for the two of you, no matter how much it hurt him.

But he saw the shy smile turn into a smirk, the seductive kind you’d give to Sam and minutes later he’d excuse himself and follow you. And Dean would only leave the bunker for hours, not wanting to hear the two of you’s happy sounds. There was only so much he could take. This time though you gave that smirk to him, and it was him you leaned closer to.

“And I’ve got something I think you’ll love to see me in.” you whispered and Dean practically jumped, his eyes going wider (if it was possible) and a squeak left his lips when you… slapped his ass.

You winked at him, giggling before you pulled slightly away “Hey, J are you going to stay for dinner?” you asked him with that soft but only friendly smile that Dean was so used to.

Sam wanted to speak, to say something, anything but he only gave you a weak nod. You smiled warmly and nodded your head at him “I’ll serve some for you too then! And you-” you turned to Dean “-why don’t you come give me a hand huh?” you winked at him and Dean swallowed thickly, nodding his head with a somewhat terified look on his face but still a giddy feeling inside his chest.

“S-sure, I’ll be there in a while.” he stuttered because he could really understand what you meant.

“Great then.” you giggled, kissing his lips once more and Dean for a second took in a deep breath unable to believe how your scent was the same.

You rubbed his cheek before pulling away from him and turning you walked past Sam, giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder – one Dean knew all too well again – and leaving them alone for a moment.

Dean took in a shaky breath, once you were completely gone his eyes moved to lock with his brother’s and as much as he wanted to play it off he knew he couldn’t. Not when he saw the hurt but somewhat angry look on Sam’s eyes. His clenched jaw and puffed out chest, something that only showed his pain.

He tried to give him a smile but it only showed his nervousness. So instead Dean just cleared his throat.

“Well, talking about awkward huh?”

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A/N: My fave one so far, and one that could have great potential if turned into a full fic! Angsty, yes, but I love it! I was between this and ‘In a world of our own’ which I will write for a different French Mistake story!

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this came out too yellow-ish which wasn’t what I was going for ugh

this is my weekly spread for the week! I’m not that proud of it tbh but it still came out nice I guess. Again, I can’t decide which member so I chose an ot7 photo 🙈

from my studygram || 21st Century Girl artwork by @prkjimi it was too beautiful ohmy credits to the creator

Deancas Graphics Challenge | punkascas
↳ Prompt: Round Ten – Endverse

Let us be damned
Let us be weird
Let us love the things
Which most do not

Heart on the Line (part 14)

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You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU


author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1267
author’s note: I have a 3K+ Thor fic that’s almost done, so I decided to do something fun! Let’s see if this chapter can get 300 notes, and if/when it does then I’ll post it!

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Can’t Sleep

Originally posted by thestylesgifs


For what felt like the thousandth time that night, you twisted around in your shared bed with Harry, trying to find a comfortable spot to help you lull away to sleep.

This has been the case for the past hour. You were sleepless with no idea why. Even with Harry sleeping next to you and the overwhelmingly amazing sense of peace it brought you to have him there, you just couldn’t find a way to drift off.

You refrained from waking him up, knowing full and well that messing with Harry’s sleep would make you feel guilty, but knowing that if he were awake - it wouldn’t take long for him to comfort you to sleep.

You turned around to face him, his sleeping figure turned towards you and his arms wrapped around a lone pillow. You slightly frowned, wishing that pillow was you in his grip, but with all the tossing and turning you’re doing it’s probably best that you weren’t.

Changing your position once again, you went from lying on your side to lying on your back. The ceiling now seems more interesting in the middle of the night as you struggled to rest. Letting your ideas and thoughts roam free at this time of night was not a good idea, it just made you feel more awake - but you couldn’t help yourself. Your mind ended up leading to Harry and how far in your relationship you had come, how happy he makes you, how he makes you feel loved.

Unknowingly, your hand found its place in his, and even in his sleeping state, he held it tightly against him as if it were instinctual.

Returning to reclining on your side, you stared at the man before you. With your lip caught in between your teeth, you let your other hand go to his hair. You didn’t know whether it would wake him seeing as when you did that it sent him straight to sleep, but you were proven otherwise when his eyes slowly opened to meet yours, the moonlight streaming in through the window gave you a small glimpse of the glimmer in the now dark green irises.

“Can’t sleep?” Harry hums lowly. Instead of replying, you shake your head ‘no’. “You want me to stay up with you?”

“No,” you quickly interject, the guilt crawling around in your heart. “Go back to sleep, H. I can handle this.”

“Not a chance,” he mumbles, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you towards him. You let out a small giggle as his hand finds its way to your messy and out of place hair tickling your ear.

“Harry, can you talk to me about something?” You ask quietly, placing your hand on his bicep to let your fingers dance around the tattoos.

“About what?” He quizzes.

“Anything,” you chuckle, “I just like hearing your voice, it usually puts me to sleep.”

“Is that a nice way of saying I’m boring?” Harry questions teasingly, a smile growing on his lips.

“I guess,” you giggle. “Or maybe it’s because you have a really nice voice.”

“I’ve been told,” he snickers. You roll your eyes jokingly and let out another small laugh. “Well, my day started off beautifully, waking up next you and then having a nice breakfast with you.”

“I like where this is going,” you yawn, his voice already beginning its impact on you.

“I’m sure,” he smirks. “After that, I got dressed and headed out. Did a few things for work, went to the store and got some things for us, came back home and spent the evening with you.”

He smiles to himself as his eyes take you in. Just seconds ago, you were struggling to keep your eyes shut and now here you were barely awake.

“Then we watched a movie or two, and I fell asleep so you suggested we go to bed,” Harry continues, “so now here we are.”

You were now sound asleep, your hand still holding his own tightly. Your soft and quiet snores filled the room and Harry chuckled to himself.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he whispers, carefully leaning over to press a soft kiss to your forehead before returning to his rest.

“Why doesn’t he care?” 9.0

Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst

Format: Text Post

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Y/N’s p.o.v

It’s been a week since I told him to leave and I was currently on my way to the hospital to get a check up on my injuries, remove bandages and what not. I’ve got two weeks sick leave from work and it’s only been a week in and I don’t know what to do with myself for the next week. I’ve been even more tired recently, sleeping every chance I get and I’ve become an emotional wreck - every time I saw something that reminded me of Taehyung, I couldn’t help but tear up. I miss him so much, more than I should but how could I not when we had so much together. He still meant the world to me and more, articles started spreading saying that our relationship was over, which of course was true but to have it publicly published confirms our breakup and that reality hit me so much harder and that hurts so so much, it’s as if someone stuck their hand in my chest and ripped my heart out. Each time I think about our breakup, I regret it - but I had to let him live his life without being tied down to me when he could be out there having the time of his life without having to worry about me and I couldn’t bare being left alone when I thought I had someone that I could rely on. It’s better knowing what you don’t have than knowing what you do have but can’t have.

I arrived promptly to my appointment, waiting in the designated area for my name to be called. I didn’t have to wait long until the nurse came and guided me to the doctor’s office. 

“Ah Miss Y/L/N, how are you?” the doctor was nice and had a friendly smile. I sat down on the ‘bed’ that was in the corner of the room next to the doctor’s desk.

“I’ve been okay I guess, just sore basically everywhere especially my rib area and I’ve been extra tired recently, I’ve been feeling faint and out of breath too.” I explained the symptoms and waited for her to hopefully clarify that I was not about to die any time soon. She lifted my shirt to check my rib area, then moving on to my my arm to see how my scratches and bruises were healing. 

“Well by the looks of it, the minor injuries are healing well and you can see that the bruises on your arm are now turning and yellow green which means that it is healing. But because of your other symptoms I’ll run a couple of tests just to make sure you’re doing okay like I think you are. You’re probably feeling faint because you’re short of breath because of the heavy bruising around your rib area that makes it difficult for you to take in deep breaths.” I nodded at her and thanked her before following the nurse through to take those tests.

It’s been three days since I’ve had those tests and yesterday the receptionist at the hospital asked me to visit today to speak to the doctors about the results I had. I’m not going to deny the fact that I was terrified, walking in alone I greeted the doctor once again and took a seat on the other side of her desk.

“Hi Miss Y/L/N how are you?” she asked once again.

“I’m doing okay thanks for asking and please call me Y/N.” I confirmed.

“Now I have your test results here.” she said as she placed both her hands on the few pieces of paper that was on her desk. I bit my lip nervously as she picked up a piece of paper.

“So the results here show that you’re pregnant. Congratulations.” Right then and there I felt as though my whole world had stopped. 


I don’t know if really like this part or it was a good idea and it’s definitely NOT my best work but I did what my gut told me to do 😂 this parts also kinda like a filler? I hope you will continue to enjoy it! I should have merged the next part together but I’ve always liked a ‘dramatic’ line to end with so yeah… request for 9.5!💜

so today I had a call for a patient having an asthma attack. me and my partner go, and we’re treating the patient, and her fiancee shows up with her daughter, who had a tooth pulled that morning and isn’t in school. we take the patient to the clinic and I sit out in the hallway with the daughter, who was a bit scared cause her mom wasn’t well. we start talking, about her brothers and her school and her pets and video games and her favourite ice cream that she gets to eat all day because of her tooth. she asked what I was studying, and I told her, and we talked about what I did volunteering as a first responder.

then she says ‘I have autism’
and I look at her and say ‘guess what? I have autism too.’
and she was so excited. we high fived. I told her it was nice to meet another girl with autism, because it was mostly boys.
she asked if I had sensitive hearing too. then when her mom came out, attack over thanks to the medication, she told her mom.

then afterwards she told me it was nice to meet me and she gave me a hug. it was great. I’m still so happy. I’m happy that I got to meet that young girl who probably doesn’t know any other autistic women, who probably won’t meet many more. I’m happy that I was able to distract her from worrying about her mom. I’m happy that she gets to see me, going to school and helping people and generally being successful and also autistic. I’m glad that I was able to share that with her, that I wasn’t afraid of other people finding out or realizing that I’m autistic and it’s okay. I’m glad she knows it’s okay too, to be autistic, and to be proud of being autistic.

various lyric starters
  • ❛  this is the part where the end starts.  ❜
  • ❛  I can’t take it any longer.  ❜
  • ❛  I just can’t tears your tears.  ❜
  • ❛  but will we sleep once I tell you what’s hurting me ?  ❜
  • ❛  how many storms have you been in ?  ❜
  • ❛  don’t you try to resist.  ❜
  • ❛  you are more than ready for this.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll give you what you need.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m not gonna chase you like they chase you ‘cause I don’t want to play.  ❜
  • ❛  it seems like I have conquered every fear I ever had.  ❜
  • ❛  I don’t regret a thing and I won’t forget a thing.  ❜
  • ❛  I never thought I’d see today with you.  ❜
  • ❛  I didn’t picture this, I wasn’t hoping high.  ❜
  • ❛  now I’m reaching for the things I’ve left behind.  ❜
  • ❛  is it too proud to say that I like who we became ?  ❜
  • ❛  I guess growing up turned out to be okay.  ❜
  • ❛  it’s nothing less than perfect.  ❜
  • ❛  every heartache was worth it.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m sitting hear wearing the weight of the world on my shoulders.  ❜
  • ❛  it’s been a long day, and there’s still work to do.  ❜
  • ❛  there’s a ball at the castle, and I’ve been invited, and I need to practice dancing.  ❜
  • ❛  she says he’s a nice guy, and I’d be impressed.  ❜
  • ❛  she came home today with a ring on her hand.  ❜
  • ❛  and all that’s left is rage.  ❜
  • ❛  stay alive for the good times.  ❜
  • ❛  stay alive for the hopes and the fears and the dreams.  ❜
  • ❛  your fear controls everything.  ❜
  • ❛  when you get older your wild heart will live for younger days.  ❜
  • ❛  think of me if ever you’re afraid.  ❜
  • ❛  one day you’ll leave this world behind, so live a life you will remember.  ❜
  • ❛  somebody misses you when you’re away.  ❜
  • ❛  somebody loves you.  ❜
  • ❛  I think you’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.  ❜
  • ❛  I leave you here, for once, for all.  ❜
  • ❛  it’s time to say goodbye again.  ❜
  • ❛  shallow graves for shallow hearts.  ❜
  • ❛  if you could envision the meaning of a tragedy, you might be surprised to find it’s you and me.  ❜
  • ❛  when it comes down to it, you never made the most of it.  ❜
  • ❛  I won’t be made a fool of.  ❜
  • ❛  don’t call this love.  ❜
  • ❛  I wrote two hundred letters I will never send.  ❜
  • ❛  why won’t you answer me ?  ❜
  • ❛  I’m gonna get you back.  ❜
  • ❛  why do you do what you do to me ?  ❜
  • ❛  I’m gonna love you like I’ve never been broken.  ❜
  • ❛  I don’t need a reason for anything I feel.  ❜
  • ❛  just be glad I say what I mean, and mean what I say to you.  ❜
  • ❛  are you real ?  ❜
  • ❛  I just wanna be ok.  ❜
  • ❛  I just wanna feel something today.  ❜
  • ❛  open me up and you will see, I’m a gallery of broken hearts.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m beyond repair, let me be.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll take you home if you don’t leave me at the front door.  ❜
  • ❛  I saw you dancing and I couldn’t get you off my mind.  ❜
  • ❛  I could tell that you could tell that I was taking my time.  ❜
  • ❛  where’s the miniskirt made of snake skin ?  ❜
  • ❛  when did reality become TV ?  ❜
  • ❛  there’s some kind of blessing here.  ❜
  • ❛  pretty little thing.  ❜
  • ❛  this isn’t what I wanted.  ❜
  • ❛  don’t look at me that way.  ❜
  • ❛  pushing you away gets harder every day.  ❜
  • ❛  you’re such a bad, bad girl.  ❜
  • ❛  I need you, I want you.  ❜
  • ❛  give me all you’ve got tonight.  ❜
  • ❛  when your hand finds the hand it was meant to hold, don’t let go.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll never fall in love again.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve been there and I’m glad I’m out.  ❜
  • ❛  there’s no one else’s eyes that can see into me.  ❜
  • ❛  you know my heart by heart.  ❜
  • ❛  what did you come for ?  ❜
  • ❛  where is your leader ?  ❜
  • ❛  where is your conscience ?  ❜
  • ❛  I can’t take this, I can’t take what’s not mine.  ❜
  • ❛  you won’t take us alive.  ❜
  • ❛  you’re just a number.  ❜
  • ❛  I don’t blame you for your hesitation.  ❜
  • ❛  I surrender to losing you.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve been hiding in this bottle of whiskey.  ❜
  • ❛  I hear your voice in my head when there’s no one else around.  ❜
  • ❛  there is no where else for me to run to.  ❜
  • ❛  all these things we’ve done, we cannot undo.  ❜
  • ❛  I tried to replace you but it’s so hard to let you go.  ❜
  • ❛  I tried to erase you but I just can’t forget you.  ❜
  • ❛  I ain’t nothing but tired.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m just tired and bored with myself.  ❜
  • ❛  I could use just a little help.  ❜
  • ❛  there’s something happening somewhere.  ❜
  • ❛  you can’t start a fire without a spark.  ❜
  • ❛  there’s a joke here somewhere and it’s on me.  ❜
  • ❛  they say you gotta stay hungry, well I’m just about starving tonight.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m dying for some action.  ❜
  • ❛  come on baby, give me just one look.  ❜
Chance of A Lifetime - Tom Holland Imagine

Request: Anonymous - Hi!! I’m new to your account, but I love it! So could I get a Tom Holland imagine where the reader wins the RDJ contest and that’s how they meet? And could it be where the cast becomes protective of reader and fluff? Thx :)

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count:  1,244

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: This request was a lot of fun to do. : ) There was many places that they would be filming so I chose the first set they did which was in Georgia. 

~This was long overdue I apologize.

~Masterlist~


Hang with Robert Downey Jr. on the Next Avengers Set.

Our lucky contestant is posted down below so be sure to check it out to see if you’ve gotten the chance to meet Iron Man himself:

“The lucky winner of the our contest is Y/N L/N”

You couldn’t believe your eyes. You had to re-read it several times to make sure this wasn’t just a dream. You were going to meet the one and only Robert Downey Jr. You have now gotten the chance to meet Iron man himself in person! Even if you were just 20 years old, you still fangirled all the way. To anyone else it would have looked like you were having a seizure or just gone crazy. Since you lived alone, you could act any way you wanted, and right now you were over the moon. 

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Awkward

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Description: You and Peter have been best friends for about a year now, and one day you get a call from your dad, Tony Stark, and he starts to act super weird. 

Requested by: Anon

Tags: @zook7430 @maxisprettygay

A/N: Like always, inform me if you want a part 2 :)


Originally posted by vintagejosh

“That may be the dumbest thing I have ever heard!” You laugh, talking to one of your best friends, Peter Parker. You were outside for gym class, but no one was really doing anything so you two, Michelle, and Ned were just sitting down on the grass. “Oh, come on, you know that was a UFO last night! Don’t even try to tell me it wasn’t,” He retorts, grinning widely. “Okay, I think the conclusion is that you two are both huge dorks,” Michelle interrupts, making you all laugh.

All of a sudden your phone rings and you press the home button to see the face of your dad, Tony Stark. “Got to take this,” you tell them and head over to a tree away from everyone. “Yes?” you ask, leaning against the tree. “What did I tell you about just saying “Yes?” when you answer the phone. A “Hello dad, how are you?” would be great,” “Hello dad, how are you?” you say, smiling and rolling your eyes. “I’m doing well, thank you. Hey, um, I’m going to send someone over to pick you up after school and bring you to Stark Industries. I have to work a little later today and I’m not sure if I’m okay with you being home alone for that long with everything going on,” 

“Ugh, okay. What time do you think we will get home?” “6:00ish” You sigh deeply. “Fine. See you then.” “I’ll see you,” You hang up and trudge over to your friends. “What’s up?” Ned asks. “Nothing,” you respond, “Just have to go to Stark Industries after school ‘til 6:00. I’m going to be bored out of my mind.” “How could you be bored at Stark Industries, dude?” Michelle asks. Before you can answer, you get interrupted by Peter. “Wait, why would you go to Stark Industries?” he asks. “Oh, yeah, don’t you have an internship there? Anyways, I guess this never came up in a conversation but my dad is Tony Stark,”

 He starts to laugh in bits. “You um… you uh… you don’t… heh your last name isn’t Stark… though?” “When have I ever told you my last name?” “Uh… okay. So you are Tony Stark’s daughter.  That’s…” he gulped, “cool, very uh… nice,” He started nervously laughing even more and got up. “I gotta… leave,” “We’re in class,” Michelle obviously states. “Yeah, well you know what they say…” and he rapidly walks towards the school. “What are you doing? Come back here!” Your gym teacher shouts, sitting down eating a Twinkie. Then he just swats at the air and continues looking at his phone. It’s been quite an odd gym class.

Secret Santa Gift EXCHANGE!

This is my secret santa gift for @pozolegirl 

I was so excited when I got my assignment and it was for someone whose work I already knew and admired! I hope you like your gift!! 


“So you were right.”

“Was I now?”

“Yes. Ladybug agreed that buying expensive jewelry for a girl you are not dating does, in fact, send mixed signals.” Chat sighed as he dropped down through the skylight and sprawled out against the bedding.

“I told you.” Marinette grinned smugly, not even bothering to look up at him from her desk.

“I can’t believe that you two are ganging up on me!” Chat whined, burying his face into her giant cat pillow.

“I can’t believe you talk about me to Ladybug.” Marinette laughed, her attention already back to whatever project she was currently working on.

“well, she doesn’t like it if I talk too much about my civilian life and you are my only other friend as Chat Noir.”

“I know but… never mind.” She shook her head softly, muttering something under her breath.

“So what sort of present do you want me to get you for Christmas?” Chat asked peering over the loft railing. She froze, her eyebrows furrowing. He grinned in anticipation.

“You already got me a present remember? The absurdly expensive piece of jewelry?” She finally looked up at him with an eyebrow raised challengingly.

“Yeah but you hated it.” He smirked.

“I did not hate it! I just thought a 295 Euro necklace was a little much for a just friends present.”

“Yes you made your feelings on that perfectly clear last time. The point is I need to get you a present that you actually appreciate getting.”

“I do appreciate it! I am literally wearing it right now!”

“That’s just cause you feel guilty. I will get you the perfect present. Just watch.”

Marinette groaned, pulling distractedly on her pigtails.

“Chat you are being ridiculous. You don’t need to get me another present.”

“What do you want?” he asked, grinning wider.

“I want you to not get me another present.”

“Try again. What do you want?”

“I’m not telling you,” she huffed.

“Fine. I have other ways of figuring things out. Just you wait Princess, I will get you the perfect Christmas present.” He stood up, giving her a jaunty salute as he pulled himself back up through the skylight.

“Chat!” She called after him.

He waited silently on her terrace, holding back the bubble of laughter in his chest. He could hear her shuffling around in the room, waiting to see if he would poke his head back in or if he had actually gone.

“Stupid cat,” she muttered finally.

Only then did he disappear into the night.

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annekecaramin  asked:

Basic income sounds so amazing. I work parttime and where I live it's just enough to pay my rent and bills (split with my boyfriend), buy food and have some fun. We live in a place where rent is cheap, don't own a car and don't feel like we need much, but guess what? If someone came up to me tomorrow and said I could get a basic income every month, I'd still go to work. Because that would be something extra, something I can save or spend on nice things instead of budgeting everything.

YES EXACTLY

This is what study after study has shown, too. All basic income does is take the existential fear of where the next meal is coming from out of the picture for low income people.

Keets (Reddie Drabble)

It’s a stupid idea, frankly.

Eddie doesn’t know why this is happening. Or why he’s the one this is happening to. Nevertheless, here he is, his back against his closet door, trying to muffle the mewling erupting from the wooden slats.

“Please, please be quiet.” He whispered to the kitten. He could hear the TV running, thankfully, so he at least had a little bit of time to calm the tabby, but it was only a matter of time until she came up to check on him.

The kitten responded with a sharp yowl. Eddie groaned into his hands.

“I can’t help you if you won’t be quiet,” He said. “My mom will kick you out - you’re filthy.”

The kitten began clawing at the door.

Eddie grimaced at the popping resonating through his too-silent room. He could just imagine the wood splinters on his floor…

He jumped at a thud by his window.

Eddie struggled to his feet, his head a little light after sitting for so long, and went over to the window, looking at the green of his backyard. Outside, the sky was grey and lifeless, devoid of the birds that usually soared through the air.

“Eddiiiiiiiiie!” Richie Tozier whined. “Let me iiiiiiin!!”

Eddie scowled, and stuck his head out the window, glaring down at the curly-haired bastard. “No! Go bother someone else!”

“Well, I guess I could go bother your mom,” Richie accented his statement with an eyebrow wiggle.

Eddie frowned at him. “Take off your shoes before you come in.”

It wasn’t as if Richie needed to be told to do so. He came around enough that he knew the rules and way up by heart. And he always asked permission, which was nice. Eddie never really said no, but he did appreciate the option.

Richie left his shoes upside down on the window sill, thudding softly onto Eddie’s floor with his grey socks. His glasses were foggy from humidity, and his hair was frizzed up like crazy. It was annoyingly endearing.

“What are you doing, anyway?” Richie asked.

“Nothing,” Eddie replied. He was suddenly reminded of the little kitten in his closet, working away at his shirts and door.

“Are you sure?” Richie grinned, “Because ‘nothing’ is making a bit of a ruckus.”

Richie moved towards the closet door, and Eddie jumped to stand in front of him, grinning nervously.

“Are you hiding a girl in there?” Richie asked, mock serious. Eddie rolled his eyes.

“No!”

“You’re right, I should have known better.”

Eddie glared at him.

“C’mon, Eds-”

“Don’t!”

“Just let me see!” He even stuck out his bottom lip. Eddie’s hold on the door softened.

“Fine… just… don’t tell my mom.” He said, softly.

“We don’t do much talking anyway.” Richie grinned. “It’s all the-”

Eddie pinched his arm. “Shut up for like two seconds, alright?”

He yanked open the door.

It was the size of Eddie’s hand, with huge doe eyes that had Eddie’s heart breaking. The picture was ruined by the pile of wood around it and the clawed up peach shirt that had somehow been pulled to the floor.

Richie grins at the sight, at the little tabby rolling around on the hardwood floor. “He’s so cute!”

Before Eddie can stop him, Richie is scooping up the kitten, cradling it in his arms with a dorky, too-wide grin on his face.

“Richie! That thing is filthy!” Eddie says, but Richie has already sat on Eddie’s bed, cooing. The kitten curls its head against the crook of Richie’s elbow, yawning.

Richie tucks his legs into a criss-cross, settling the animal into the warmth of his lap.

“She needs a name.” He grins,

“That implies that I am keeping this cat, which I am not.” Eddie crosses his arms, his lips twitching as the kitten stretches over the fabric of Richie’s shorts.

“I can, then.” Richie offered. “I’ve always wanted a cat.”

“Can you even take care of one?” Eddie grumbled.

Richie twisted his lips, “Good point….”

“We’ll have to take dual custody.” Richie nods, as if the deal is done. “You can be the mom, and you’ll take her for holidays!”

“Why am I the mom?” Eddie complains, but Richie just keeps going.

“I’ll be the piss poor dad who takes her to the park and arrives late for conferences.”

“If you do that, I’m taking full custody.” Eddie says.

Richie gasps, and clutches the kitten to his chest. “How could you! This is our child! I thought you loved me!”

Eddie, despite himself, lets out a chuckle. Richie lays back and lets her crawl up his chest.

“I like Olivia.” He says, staring down at his chest. “For a name, I mean.”

Eddie walks forward, and reaches a hand out to rest on Olivia’s spine. “I like that.” He runs his fingers over the curve of her back, and watches her arch into it, purring. “And… maybe I’ll help you take care of her.” He flicks his eyes up at Richie, who’s watching him with a soft smile.

“What?” Eddie grumbles.

“Nothing,” Richie says, wrenching his eyes away. He scratches Olivia behind the ears.

“Just… you look happy.”

Laundry Room

Summary: Peter and reader are friends but Spider-Man pays a visit and spies on her while she does laundry which may lead to accidentally exposing his identity.

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: Brief swearing & possible kissing

A/N: hi loves! this is my first ever Tumblr written fanfiction and i have a lot of mixed emotions about it?? it seems to go a little fast paced and it’s obviously not my best work but idk it’s whatever. i also wasn’t really planning on / having ideas for a part 2 but if you want one i’d be open to writing one :) hope you enjoy! ♡

Word Count: 1554


It was a cool Friday evening in Queens and Y/N was doing some laundry in the laundry room of her lovely apartment complex. Nobody in her building seemed to use it so she had it all to herself, letting her playlists from her music library softly play through her speakers as she folded her t-shirts. She seemed to be running out of clothes to wear despite the gazillion outfits she had tossed in the back of her closet and left to rot in neglect.

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Too late for that -Tom Holland

A/N: I don’t know why I keep ripping my own heart out. The second part is even worse. Enjoy!

Life is really not that entertaining when you are in bed half of the time and the other half you’re wandering through the hospital. Either to talk to doctors or to get yourself ran through tests and medication. It was one of those days where you didn’t have much energy because of the chemo and just lied in bed looking out the window. The tube in your nose tickled every few seconds when it sprayed fresh oxygen into your nose. You looked over to the door when it opened and your mom came in.
“Hey sweetie!” she said and was literally glowing with excitement.

“Uh..hi?” you said and were confused on why she was so emotional.
“What’s up?”

“Nothing. Just brought you some clothes and thought we should get you a little prepped up. I read that caring about yourself should help you get better. You’re always wearing that hospital thing. I brought you some nice jeans and a blouse. We can do your hair, maybe?” she offered and took the clothes out of the bag and laid them across the bed.
“Yeah…I guess.” you said and shrugged your shoulders In the last few months where your condition got worse you didn’t have the heart to say no to things which seemed to make your mom a little happier. To have cancer sucked, but to have a kid that suffered from cancer sucked even more. That’s the reason why you tried to keep her happy even though getting out of these comfy clothes was the last thing you wanted to do.

“Alright. Let’s get you out of bed.”

After you changed into the clothes your mom brought which you could have found cute if your bones weren’t poking out of your skin, showing how much weight you had lost. You were breathing heavily after you changed and had to sit down to calm your breathing.
“I’ll just put my hair in a ponytail.” you said out of breath and gave her a small smile before closing your eyes and concentrating on your breathing. After your lungs seemed to calm down a little you reached up to put your hair into a ponytail.

“How do I look?” you asked and smiled up to your mom who was obviously hiding her tears.
“Mom…” you sighed but she wiped them away immediatly and put a big smile on.
“You look stunning.” she said and made you chuckle. You leaned back against the head of the bed and pulled the blanket over your legs because your body didn’t really know how to heat up or how to cool down properly.

“I-…uh”, you started and closed your eyes again trying to not concentrate on the pain in your chest,“I should get some rest now. We’ll go out for a walk later, if you want?”
“Of course honey.” she approved and brushed her hand over your hair while leaning in to give you a kiss on your forhead, “Get some rest.”

***

You probably slept for half an hour even though you’d tell your mom you slept for two or three so she wouldn’t worry. The pain wasn’t always unbarable but it was always lingering in your chest which didn’t let you rest. You were looking out the window again, feeling a little drousy but not able to sleep. The wind outside was relentless, constantly dragging the trees and flowers in every direction. They were at the winds mercy, bound to be destroyed or survive without having a say in it. Helpless. Your gaze trailed back inside to your own body. Your hands were in your lap, your legs were outstreched - still in those light blue jeans.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door and the head of your mom peaked through the gap.
“Can I come in?” she asked and you nodded and waved her in. She was grinning again but this time she was holding her phone up as if she was filming you.
“What’s that?” you asked sceptically and raised an eyebrow.
“Nothing.” she answered and at the same time the door opened wide and someone in a red suit flipped into the room, landing perfectly right beside your bed.
“Oh, shit!” you cursed while laughing and pressed your hand against your chest because it startled you a little.
“Language!” your mom scolded you halfheartedly and you rolled your eyes.

“Hey! I’m Spiderman!” the person in the suit said, the mask muffling his voice and reached his hand out for you to shake it.
“I can see that. I’m Y/N.” you chuckled and shook his hand and pulled your hand back again.
“Nice to meet you.” he said and walked over to the side of the bed and reached out for his mask. As soon as he pulled it over his head your eyes widened and you felt your cheeks blush.
“Oh you’re really cute.” you blurted out and looked away while you heared him laugh at your comment. Now you understood why your mom insisted on changing your clothes. You would have been angry with her if she had let him see you in those hospital robes.

***

Tom, as you later found out, was a great actor. You hadn’t seen Civil War and Spiderman: Homecoming wasn’t released yet so you weren’t aware of the fact that they had cast a new Spider-Man. But he was great, he talked to you for a bit, made you laugh and for a little moment you felt admired. Because he had this look on his face as if he did not see you in this hospital bed. He talked to you as if you were two young adults at a party getting to know each other, but then he had to go on to the other people and surprise them. His manager actually came in to tell him that it was time to keep going. You did not expect to see him ever again. He was an actor after all, famous all around the world.

But he was going to prove you wrong. Almost a week later there was a knock on your door. It couldn’t be your mom because she was at work. It couldn’t be the doctors because they came in literally five minutes ago. You furrowed your brows trying to figure out who it could be but it was pointless.
“Come in!” you called and the door opened slowly. Someone in a black hoodie slipped through the gap and closed the door behind him. As soon as he turned around your mouth fell open.

“Hey.” he greeted you and took his hoodie off and shook his head to fix his curly hair.
“Wait a se-…Tom?” you said trying to figure out what was happening.
“Ah, okay. Alright where are the cameras? Mom! You can come out now!” you called with a smile on your face and looked around to see them coming out. But there was no one.
“Actually..” he said and stepped closer and pulled out sunflowers from behind his back, “it’s just me this time.” he added and handed you the flowers and sat down next to your bed on a chair.

You looked down to the flowers and up to Tom again, blinking, showing your confusion.
“Are you…okay?” he chuckled and waved infront of your face and made you look into his eyes.
“How did you expect me to react? Freaking Tom Holland just snuck into my hospital room.” you said and threw your hands into the air.
“Not my smoothest move. I admit.” he chuckled and scratched the back of his head.
“You don’t say.” you teased him while asking yourself where you got the boost of confidence in the back of your head.
“If you had given me a heads up, I would’ve changed into something…less hospital-y.” you joked while pointing st the robe and made him chuckle.
“Why? I see a perfectly fine, beautiful girl.” A smirk appeared on his face and you had to press your lips together not to grinn like an idiot.
“Not very smooth either.”

“Shit.” he chuckled and brushed his hand through his hair. His gaze traveled from your nightstand up to the bag of red-brown-ish liquid that was attached to a tube which lead to your arm. His eyes widened a little while stared at it and an awkward silence developed.
“It’s not as bad as it looks.” you said finally and his gaze jumped to you while his cheeks flushed.
“I-..I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-…stare.” he said while shaking his head and you shrugged your shoulders. “It’s fine. I stare at it sometimes. You try to understand things that keep you alive.” you tried to joke but it was a way too touchy topic.

“Anyways!” you added before another awkward silence could start, “why are you here?”
“I remebered having a good conversation with a gorgeous woman, so I had to come back to check on her.”

“Still. Not very smooth.”

“But effective.”

***

Surprisingly you had a very good time with the man you just had met. And after that he kept coming in as much as his schedule allowed him to. To a point where you became really good friends and maybe a little more which concerned you very much. It scared you, having feelings for somebody, knowing your state. Almost four months in, where your condition got worse every day, you were having some really dark thoughts. Did you deserve to be loved? Was it fair to somebody else to begin a relationship when you knew you’d leave soon? Were you even allowed to love anyone? To let someone love you?
“Hey starnger.”
Tom walked in with his hands full of bags and a flower between his teeth.
“Wha-…” even though you were not feeling well at all he still managed to make you laugh.
“Take it.” he mumbled and leaned down for you to take the flower and you did.
“A guy gotta eat.” he said and winked before sitting down and unpacked the food.
“I can’t eat any of those.” you said with a raised brow and he nodded.
“I know. That’s why I got you…this!” he said and pulled out a whole head of lettuce and held it right under your nose.
“Ha ha. Very funny, Holland.” you said pushing his hand away and rolled your eyes while trying to hide your smile.
“I know baby. I am the funniest.” he said in a cocky voice and you hit his shoulder playfully.
“Shut up.”

It was almost midnight when a nurse came in for the fifth time and told him to get lost this time. I asked her for five minutes and she was kind enough to leave us alone.
“Alright. I better get going. You need to rest.” he said and leaned down to give you a kiss on your forhead.
“Tom.” you blurted out when he had already turned his back on you.
“Yes?”

“I need you to keep in mind that my condition isn’t getting better.” you said and he raised his brows.

“So?”

“So…don’t.” you tried to give him a hint but he acted dumb.

“Don’t…what?”

“You know what I mean Tom. I’m dying!” you blurted out finally and crossed your arms infront of your chest.

“No I don’t and no you’re not.” he said while shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders like a child who didn’t want to come inside, even if it got dark outside.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” he added and blew you a kiss which made you sigh.

“Tom.” you stopped him again and took a deep breath, “Don’t fall in love with me.”

“A little too late for that.” he said and you saw him grinn before he left your room to avoid the angry nurse.