this is all i might gif tonight

I gifed this for a reply, so might as well make a post for it.

If you’re feeling unsafe tonight, (or today) whether it’s real or all in your head,

If the voices in your head are bothering you again,

If your worries are slowly eating away at your sanity,

Do me a favor.

Pause for a moment and close your eyes. Take a deep breath through your mouth slowly and let it out again at the same speed. Then take a deep breath through your nose if you can and let it out through your mouth.

Just take a second to ground yourself. Clear your mind even just for a moment. Did you do that? Okay, good. Stay safe. You can do this.

You can conquer this beast.

Till the end of Time: No Matter What

Second Person - Words 2.8k

Warnings - Missed Miscarriage 

Harry exhaled deeply in his seat next you, drawing your attention so you could see the soft smile he had to offer as he gently slid his hand under yours, his fingers linking with your shaking ones. “No matter what happens, I love you and I’ll help you through it.”


A frown was on your lips as you held the price tag of the stroller you were looking at. It had only been a month that you had found out that you were pregnant and although you had been to a doctor and been reassured that everything was fine. You still couldn’t wrap your head around the idea that you were going to be a mother.

Every day you thought about how this wasn’t something you wanted yet and every day you felt horrible that you couldn’t be happy about the life growing inside you. The thing that broke your heart the most was seeing Harry feel the opposite.

Harry was thrilled that he was going to be a dad and every chance he got he put a hand over your belly and that was the worst thing of all. One morning you woke up with his fingers dancing delicately over the small bump that had just appeared while whispering against your skin that he couldn’t wait to meet the little girl or boy and you had to fight with every fibre in your body to not break down crying.

Harry didn’t notice the way you felt but Anne did. She noticed the look on your face when Harry had told his family that you were pregnant and later that night when she got you alone you cried into her arms.

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Imagine being in a relationship with Chris.

A/N: Take this as a sequel to ‘Imagine falling in-love with Chris’. Also this was inspired by Taylor Swift’s ‘Ours’, which was a request from @lapetitsyrene quite a while ago. So here it is, Jet. (Finally, right? 😂) Enjoy! ❤️  

Monday mornings were perpetually bad, especially after exceptional Sundays with Chris. It’d been a year since you officially became a couple and things between the two of you were still as good as it’d been on your first, second, and third dates. The flames of romance and passion were effulgent; the level of strength of your relationship described as incandescent. The longer you thought about Chris, the wider your smile became. There were a few reasons as to why he was on your mind: one) you were that knee-deep in-love with the man; two) you were using your Minnie Mouse travel mug, to which he had a matching Mickey Mouse one; three) you were drinking the coconut chai tea McKenna Grace recommended to him which he then recommended to you. You didn’t know when it happened, but you’d become a half of one of those co-dependent couples whose lives were intertwined to the point where you couldn’t even be in an elevator with strangers without imagining what it’d be like with Chris there.

The silence was deafening in the elevator; you were the only one not in a suit of some kind possessed with a vacant stare. You thought about what Chris would say if he were stuck in that uncomfortable elevator with you and stifled your giggle by biting down on the rim of your travel mug. It was an accurate assumption of his that your job, though taxing, was better than “being stuck in an office doing that nine-to-five thing like a ritual.” Perhaps it did occasionally take away the excitement of going to a new place, but at least you were going to a new place. You had opportunities to take in the fresh ocean breeze while swaying with the palm trees, and you’d rather do that than breathe a stale air in a stuffy office standing still next to a water cooler. You still had to drop in at your publisher’s office every now and again, but you already had it better than most people both professionally and romantically.

You had to admit though it was hard to enjoy your romantic privileges sometimes. You were dating Chris Evans, an A-Lister who many thought you didn’t deserve. In your field, your success and stature would’ve been on par with Chris’ in his. You were highly successful and thoroughly respected, even renowned enough to be invited to certain A-List events. Yet in the eyes of his fans and the Hollywood media, you were still a nobody. You were reminded of that every time you walked by the magazines in a bookstore, or a grocery shop. You’d see the headlines: “Chris Evans dating out of his comfort zone, a travel journalist?”, “Chris Evans’ new girlfriend spotted with another man!”, “Chris Evans attends the People’s Choice awards alone, was it out of Y/N Y/L/N’s league?” It was frustrating to have a relationship feel like it was on trial, and this was a relationship with an actor who stayed out of the limelight as much as possible. What would it have been like for the others? You could never just be, there was always someone lurking, waiting for a mistake to be made so they could make their case to a jury of people who had nothing better to do. It wasn’t always easy, but you and Chris made it work. No matter the verdict, the choice was clear: it was you and him against the world.

You were fortunate in other areas, like how Chris wasn’t the kind of guy who had bad breakups. You had to admit when you first agreed to go out with him, you were a little worried about being dragged into an encounter with one of his star-studded exes. But so far, so good. All those rumors and warnings about how the ghosts from his past were waiting to jump out at your with their lipgloss smiles did nothing but amuse you now. The love was yours, it wasn’t for anyone to speculate. If there was doubt, the two of you would sit and talk. The relationship was important to the both of you, important to the point that you even ignored your father’s snide comments about his tattoos. But Chris knew your father liked him despite that, so he said nothing either. It was fairly obvious how much your parents adored Chris, just like it was how much his parents loved you. Things were going to last with him, there was no doubt there.

Chris pushed himself off his car when you walked out of your apartment building. He smiled as soon as he caught you in his sights. “Good morning, beautiful.” He called then laughed at your shocked expression. You had no expectation to see him today as Mondays were usually chock-blocked with work meetings for both of you. “Hi,” one of his eyebrow quirked along with the corners of his mouth as he pulled you in for a kiss. Your arms immediately made their way around his neck  and you pulled your body flushed against his. “How are you?” He whispered, resting his forehead against yours.

“Wondering if I can still breathe after that kiss,” you responded then giggled when he smiled. “What are you doing here?” You asked, pulling away from him. “I thought you said you had a meeting today, shouldn’t you be halfway there?”

He glanced at his watch before answering, “three quarters of the way there, but I had to come see you first.” You bit the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from squealing at how adorable he was. “I wanted to ask you to join me for dinner tonight at the Van Heusen Steakhouse, seven-thirty if you don’t already have plans.”

“You couldn’t just text me?”

“I could, but I couldn’t do this…” He trailed off, dipping his head to meet your lips again. “And I’d give anything to do that,” he winked as he pulled away. You giggled and playfully shoved him, making him laugh. “So dinner, can I come pick you up at seven-thirty?” You nodded. “Awesome, there’s something really important that I need to ask you tonight.” You felt your heart skip a beat at that, then completely stop when he admitted “I’m actually kind of nervous” with a soft chuckle.

“Did you freak all your other girlfriends out too, or am I the exception?”

“What do you mean?” His innocence made you scowl. “What?” He laughed. “What did I say, Y/N?”

“You can’t just ask me to a fancy dinner, tell me there’s something really important that you need to ask me tonight, and leave it at that.” You bit and he laughed when he realized what his choice of words must have insinuated. “I love you, Chris, but I don’t think we’re ready to-”

“I’m not going to propose,” he cut you off, chuckling. You let out an audible sigh of relief and it was his turn to scowl, “okay, don’t sound so relieved.” His smile returned when you giggled. “I’m a romantic, I’m not an eccentric. We’re not even living together yet, you really think I’ll propose before we take that step? What if you’re a pain in the ass to live with?” He joked and you scoffed with a smile. “What if you talk during my football games, or force me to do the dishes immediately?” Another scoff escaped because you did do that; he laughed because he was obviously joking. “I can’t live with that for the rest of my life.”

“You know what, jackass,” you slapped his arm, “even if you did propose I’d say no.” He pouted, giving you signature puppy dog eyes as he grabbed you by your waist. “Get off me,” you laughed and playfully pushed him back when he tried to hug you. “Chris!” You shrieked with laughter when he lifted you off the ground, crushing you in a tight encasement created by his strong arms. “People are watching,” you giggled, “put me down.”

“I love you, baby.” He smacked a loud, scruffy kiss on your cheek before planting you back down on your feet. “Do you want me to drive you to work?” He asked as he released you. “I’m already late, I might as well be a good boyfriend while I’m at it. C’mon,” he took your hand and started to pull you towards his car.

“Can you be a good boyfriend and tell me what that really important thing you have to ask me tonight is?” You asked with a wince; the hope that laced your voice was not present in the next sentence after he shook his head. “Chris, come on. Have mercy, you know I’m just going to fixate on it until I see you tonight. Do you really want me distracted all day? I have meetings today, I can’t afford to be distracted.”

“But you’re so cute when you’re distracted.”

“Chris,” you tried not to laugh while you were being terse, but you failed.

“Why are you always so impatient?” He turned around, smiling. “Do you know how many surprises you’ve ruined because of your impatience?” He rhetorically quizzed and you scoffed; he smiled because he knew what you were going to say in defense.

“Are you serious? I could ask you the same thing,” you bit back playfully. “You’re the one who always hints he has a surprise for me. I wouldn’t even know if you didn’t say anything, but no, you always have to open your big mouth. So if we are really looking for someone to blame for my ruined surprises, shouldn’t it be you?”

“Okay, fine.” He rolled his eyes dramatically and you laughed. “You really want to spoil the surprise for yourself, fine.” He dug into his back pocket and pulled out a classic Disney Castle keychain with a single key. “Here,” he held it up in front of your confused face. You didn’t get it, you already had a key to his place just like he had one to yours.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve already got a key to your house.”

“You have a spare key to my house, yes, but this is your key to my house.”

“What are you talking about?” You laughed and he sighed with a smile. “It’s a key, it doesn’t-”

“I’m trying to ask you to move in with me, idiot,” he cut you off, chuckling. “The key was symbolic, okay? I know you already have a key and it works and it doesn’t matter if I call it a spare key or your key. I’m trying to ask you to move in with me.” You pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh at his semi-rant. “God, I’m glad I’m doing this now. If I did this at dinner, I’d be too worked up to eat.” He joked then laughed when you did. “Will you please move in with me?” He wiggled the key in your face, a hopeful smile on his lips.

“Of course I will,” you swiped the keychain from his hand then wrapped your arms around his neck. He smiled and rested both hands on your waist before rewarding you with another tender kiss. “Just out of curiosity,” you began when he broke the kiss, “does this mean we’re on the path to getting married?”

“I’d answer that, but I don’t want to ruin any more surprises for you.”

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Title: Subtle Jealousy
Character: Danny Rand
A/n: I didn’t wanna make it exclusive so the author character in this is totally made up.

“So, what’s happening again?” Danny asked as he watched you run around the main floor of the shop, shoving books into shelves with impressive speed and accuracy. He had offered help, but you refused, wanting to get it done as soon as possible.

You huffed, placing the last few books where they needed to go and turned to him. “One of my favorite authors came in earlier today, him and I started having small talk whenever I ran him up and he invited me out to coffee whenever I was finished here.”

Danny looked up at you. “I thought you always locked up the shop? Unless it was an emergency.”

“I told Layla about what happened and she offered to cover for me,” You explained, smiling at whenever you were finally finished. “Besides, I think I’ve earned a night off to myself don’t you think?”

Danny gave you a small smile, watching you hop about the shelves. “What’s his name?”

“Neil Melville, he wrote these great couple of books a couple years ago when he was still in college,” You explained, your fingers flittered around a couple shelves until you located the first one and tossed it to him. “But he’s really great, you’d like his stuff.”

Danny looked down at the cover, it was brightly colored and showed various mystical creatures all over it, so he knew it was fantasy.

“Where are you two going?”

There a short humming noise from your end while you tried to get the store situated before you left. “I don’t actually remember the name, I’m gonna give him a ring before I go.”

“You have his number?”

You gave Danny a short smile before passing him with a short nudge on his shoulder. “Listen, I’ll make sure to call you if anything happens. But you really shouldn’t worry.”

Danny looked over to you and saw that you were adjusting the collar of your shirt over your cardigan and fixing up your hair. He didn’t even notice he has started to frown whenever he looked up and saw how grumpy he looked in the mirror.

He hopped down from the counter, sliding the book on to it. “I think I’m gonna head out,” Danny said, placing his hands into his pockets and giving you a small smile. “But lemme know how it all goes.”

“Why exactly does this matter to you so much?” Colleen asked as she tried to measure up how much duct tape she would need to fix the one arm of her punching dummy. “And more importantly, why did you think to come to me? I get I’m your friend, but relationships aren’t exactly my specialty.”

Danny, who was sitting crossed legged on the floor, looked down at the mat and shrugged. “I dunno, you’re the only person besides (Y/n) that I talk to.”

Colleen tore a long peice of duct tape from the roll and turned back to him. “From what I’ve heard, this seems like a textbook example of jealousy, my friend.”

Danny’s posture straightened up and he frowned. “Why would I be jealous? That doesn’t make any sense.”

Colleen gave him a coy smile. “Yes it does. You have feelings for your old childhood friend, simple.” She turned back and began taping the wooden arm to it’s proper place.

Danny jumped to his feet. “No I don’t! I’m just concerned about her well being!”

“Mhm,” Colleen looked up at him skeptically. “Alright then, answer me this,” She started, leaning against the center of the training dummy once the arm was secure. “If (Y/n) were to continue to see this guy,” She instantly saw the shift in Danny’s eyes but kept going. “And eventually she starts spending more time with him than you, how would you feel?”

Colleen smriked at the grumpy frown that started to take up his face. She knew all about Danny’s feelings for you when she saw the way he looked at you when he brought her to your shop one day.

You and her got into a lengthy discussion about some novel and while you were going on a tangent, Colleen glanced over at Danny and saw him giving you the most enamored expression she’d seen on a person that wasn’t in a film.

Danny thought about it, and the answer was pretty simple. He hated the thought, it was bad enought that tonight was when the two of you usually went out into the city to do something together, but now the idea that someone would take up all of your time made him upset.

“I wouldn’t like it at all.”

Colleen nodded, pointing the roll of duct tape at him. “Then I hate to break it you, but you’re jealous.”

Still in denial, Danny looked up at her. “I don’t think she’d start going off with someone all the time, she’s not the type.”

“People change when they’re in love.”

“Who said anything about love?” Danny’s tone might have been a tad more sharp than be anticipated because Colleen was smirking again.

“Oh yeah, classic case of jealousy.”

Danny looked across the street at the coffee shop where you were seeing Neil. Not long after you got there, you sent Danny a small message letting him know where you were and that everything had been fine so he shouldn’t worry.

Still, everything about the situation seemed off to him. There was a nagging feeling in his chest that screamed that it didn’t like what was going on.

But it was all new to him, he had never felt this sort of way before.

But he knew he didn’t like it.

Especially since even across the street he could easily you and Neil sitting at a table next to the window. You and him appeared to be chatting up a storm, and Danny had never seen your eyes light up so much around another person.

Deciding to take the initiative, Danny crossed the street and entered into the busy coffee house, hiding himself behind a tall bookshelf so he could see exactly what was happening.

You two must have been discussing one of Neil’s books, because you began bringng up character arcs and other literary terms Danny didn’t fully understand.

But then, there was a brief moment when Neil’s hand brushed against yours and it prompted Danny immediately to walk over to the table without even thinking.

You saw him instantly due to your seating, and you gave him a confused expression when you did. “Danny? What are you doing here?”

Danny blinked, not exactly sure why he came over or how he was going to talk his way out of it.

“Are you a friend of (Y/n)?” Neil asked, prompting Danny to turn his attention to him instead.

“Yes! I am! A very close childhood friend!” Danny said, introducing himself as the two of them shook hands.

“I hate to interrupt, but Colleen had something happen at the dojo and we could really use another hand.”

You turned back to Neil and gave him an apologetic smile. “I’d hate to cut this short, but would you mind if I stepped out?”

Neil shook his head. “Of course not, we can always make time to talk again.”

Danny watched the two of you bid each other goodbye before Neil left the coffee house.

“So, what’s up with Colleen?”

Danny’s eyes widened for a moment when he remembered his small white lie. But his phone went off and when he looked at the screen it was a message from her asking where he ran off to.

“Actually, she just let me know that she called a guy to come over to look at the thing.”

You looked puzzled again. “Really? Maybe I should call Neil again then.”

Danny perked up. “Well on my way here, I saw that the movie theatre down the street is showing your favorite film, thought you might be interested in going with me since we’re already here.”

You smiled at him. “Today’s when we usually go out isn’t it?” You asked, to which Danny eagerly nodded and held his hand out to you, making you chuckled and placine your hand in his. “Lead the way.”

Danny laughed and the two of you left the coffee house, once outside you gave his hand a small press.

“You don’t have to go through all that trouble and lie to hang out with me, just let me know next time.”

Danny flashed you a guilty smile. “It worked though, didn’t it?”

prompt: @overlordred: Hi! I’m pretty new to your blog but I’m just in a rapture over it and have reread a lot of your guy’s stuff. Do you think for your MOWP you could do a one shot with a plus size reader and Sebby where they’re in the same circle of friends and they like each other but when Seb asks her out she has a REALLY hard time believing it?? I understand if you don’t wanna do it or it takes you a while to get to it. Thank you so much for this amazing project!!

warnings: just sad, overall. Might have a part two, not sure.

author’s note: Having a bad night, saw this and thought I would tackle it. Anxiety sucks. A Lot. 

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“First, Princess, what is off limits tonight?” Finn’s voice was becoming more assertive with each word he spoke.

Looking up to appear to be in deep thought, I chuckled, “Nothing, Sir.”

“You always have conditions, Princess,” he said in disbelief. He was good to me. He never did anything I wasn’t comfortable with.

“Not tonight, Sir. I have missed you so much. And tomorrow is your birthday, after all,” I looked up at him from my knees.

“Total submission?” He raised his eyebrows, setting his empty glass down.

“Yes, Sir. Total submission.”

Liquid Courage

Words: 901
Warnings: Alchohol consumption
Tony Stark X Reader

“Are you sure you want to do this, [Y/n]?” Tony Stark asked. He climbed up on the stool next to you. You were both sitting in front of his personal bar, waiting for Thor to pour you a pair of drinks. It was one of Tony’s famous parties and all the Avengers were there but you were the only one dumb enough to challenge him to a drinking contest.

“I’m more than sure.” You nodded excitedly. “I can match you shot for shot. Drink for drink.”

“That’s a pretty big assumption.” Tony’s face lopped into a crooked smirk. You loved that stupid smirk. “I’m just warning you, this is your last chance to turn back. Once hammer boy pours that first drink, there’s no turning back.”

“Hit me.” Was your response as you slammed your hand on the table.

“It seems Lady [Y/N] will not back down from your challenge Man of Iron.” Thor chuckled. He reached for the bottle of whiskey between the three of you and poured out two shots. One for you and one for Tony.

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I thought you were going to get us out of here?

I was watching For tonight we might die one more time yesterday, and I just notice that when Quill talk about leaving Earth, Matteusz looking down at Charlie, like he’s afraid of Charlie leaving him.

That’s all, and maybe I overreact about it but that cute anyway.

(sorry for the gif quality, not really the best)

Title: Prove it
Pairing: Brendon X Reader
A/N: Request are open! 💕

So today was a okay day so far in school until you get to your last class which has your ordinary bad boy who is a asshole and tries to get everything his way which was brendon urie man that boy gets on your nerves

So in your class the teacher just let everyone chill and you decided to read a book since you like reading then all of a sudden you heard his voice

“Oh look it’s goody two shoes” he said

Oh god well isn’t this great

“Oh shut your trap you ass” you said

“Ouch I’m hurt” he joked

You just rolled your eyes at him and there was an empty seat next you and brendon gets into that seat and smirks at you

“What do you want urie” you said

“I bet you have never done anything bad” he said

“I totally have” you said and lied

“probably staying up past 9, and not doing your homework” he joked

“Oh shut it I have” you said

“Really then prove it by going to my party tonight I’ll pick you up just give me your address” he said

“Ummm I don’t think I’ll be able to go I might get caught” you said

“I knew it your too good to get into some trouble and have fun” he said

“No I’m not!” You said

“Then come to my party tonight” he said

“Ughh fine urie” you said

So you gave him your address and as the bell rang you were putting all your things away and you see brendon at the door

“I’ll see you later on tonight” he said and winked at you

You question why he winked at you and just brushed it off . as you got home you just thought in your head “why did I agree to this”

Part 2?

This is a result of listening to a beautiful song “Satellite” by Nickelback [lyric video] and learning how to create parallax effect.
Guys, the lyrics is so stucky perfect, I couldn’t even decide what lines to quote. I’ll put my rambling in the tags.
As for parallax, tumblr’s size limits ate all the fun. But I fought for every pixel. Might post it as a manip sometime soon. v( ‘.’ )v

Harry had planned a get away. Away from the media and away from the Royal family. I mean I loved spending time with him in London, but I was so excited to get away from a little while. 

He decided it was a good idea if we went camping. I’d loved camping growing up but it had been a few years since I’d done it. We arrived at out camp sight with all the necessary equipment and started to set up camp. Harry was unloading our bags and decided to start setting up the tent. I watched as he struggled to put it together. “Care to help, (Y/N)?” 

I laughed, “I kinda like the view from here.” 

He turned around and wrapped me in his arms. “Oh yeah? What will we do if we don’t have a place to sleep tonight?”

“We could always sleep in the woods,” I tease, “I’ve never done it in the woods.”

“This might be the best idea I’ve ever had.” He said tossing the instructions aside and wrapping me into a kiss.

Its Three in the Morning Peter

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Peter Parker x Reader
Request from @allineedisconnor
“One where it’s like lazy days with peter and like maybe you lie on his lap and he plays with your hair or vice versa.”

People always thought they knew everything there was to know about Peter Parker. In High School he had the reputation as a bit of a klutz. Always fumbling with something, dropping his textbooks or adjusting his glasses. Once you got to college Peter had built up a new status as a bit of a know it all. His classmates said he asked too many questions. He couldn’t help but to correct professors when he thought they were wrong. After becoming Spiderman the world thought they knew him as the wisecracking web slinger. But only you knew the real Peter Parker.

It was three in the morning when you heard a commotion from your living room. You’d been awakened from a dead sleep and knew it was your boyfriend coming home late from a night of day saving. You stumbled into the room, half-asleep, to find Peter laying on the floor in his Spiderman suit; his mask half on his face. You ran to him and tugged his mask off.

“What happened?” You asked frantically.

“I tripped on the cat.” He groaned. He lifted a shaky hand to point over at your TV stand. Your black cat Whiskers’ bright green eyes could be seen peeking out from behind.

“Oh my god!” You smacked him playfully. “I thought you were actually hurt. C’mon, let’s get to bed.” You got back on your feet and headed towards the bedroom.

“Mmkay.” He mumbled from the floor. “Hey, [Y/n]?” You looked back at him over your shoulder.

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Player/Team: Matt Duchene / Colorado Avalanche

Prompt: Something Different


Author’s Note: Something a bit different for someone a little special. I tried my best and hope you like it. It’s a bit…long. Oops? Thanks for being cool. ;) 

(gif never mine)

WARNING: very sexual content ahead as well as language! you have been warned!

It’s been seven months since Matt Duchene came into your life. Five months of you guys actually dating officially, but you’d like to count seven months of him changing your life (for the better, of course). Seven months of wild adventures and new things. Seven months of new troubles and new doubts, of new love and new intimate. Seven months of something different.

You’re amazed you guys have made it this far and how good it has been. You are almost afraid it wasn’t all real for he’s been almost too good to be true. What you two have is something different, something you can’t put into words. You connect in ways you’ve never connected with a person before and it’s scary in some ways and in others exhilarating. Matt has truly been a charmer, a romantic, a good boyfriend.

The thing is, Matt has been patient unlike any other man before him. It’s been seven months of just cuddles and kisses and love. Innocent, affectionate love you wouldn’t ever want to take back. He understood when you said you wanted to take things slow at first after how bad things went before him. He understood your need for time and he has still loved you through it, never pushing you into something you haven’t wanted to do.

But now, it’s been seven months. And you want something different. Not different in a bad way, but in a good way. In a very, very good way. That’s why when you went to Victoria Secret today you were more excited than any other emotion. That’s why when you picked out the black lace which clung oh so perfectly to you with the help of the workers you grinned rather than blushed. That’s why when you got home at five you planned everything out and set it all up perfectly (Matt just so happened to have a rare early game at seven so it was pretty perfect). And that is why now as you lay on your king-sized bed in nothing but said black lace under your Duchene jersey with a pair of black knee-high socks were you perfectly calm and at peace.

At a quarter past ten you heard the front door open, “Baby? (Y/N)? I’m home.” Matt calls out. You can hear him kicking off his shoes and with almost a smug grin call out the typical, “Upstairs babe!” one might see one do in a movie or read in a book.

“Why is it so dark in here?” he calls out confused, yet laughter in his voice. You don’t answer just leaning on your hand watching the door smiling, waiting for him. You hear him make his way up the stairs and soon enough he’s walking into the bedroom. “Seriously, why so dar-” Matt goes to say, a grin on his face until he freezes as he spots you on the bed.

“Hey babe.” You smile at him, turning so your lying on your stomach, arms folded under your head. You kick your legs up and let the jersey ride up so your legs are fully on show.

“H-Hey,” Matt says before clearing his throat, “Hi. What’s all this?” he says eyes watching your legs before turning and meeting your own. You tilt your head, almost satisfied by how obvious he is, “Oh, I thought we might do something different tonight.”

You sit up onto your calves as you watch a smirk break out onto Matt’s face, “And what exactly might be ‘something different’?” he says finally coming to the bed and standing at the edge where you’ve scooted to. His hands immediately go to your hips and yours to the collar of his button up. 

He wore your favorite that night, a baby blue button up with navy colored pants. But he seems to have gotten rid of the coat down stairs and rolled up his sleeves three-quarters just making him even hotter. Matt’s hair was still wet from sweat and the quick shower he took at the stadium making one curl fall into his eyes. His green eyes were bright in the dim light and you leaned into him.

“Well, I was thinking maybe you could lose some of your clothes and I could lose some of mine and we could see where that takes us.” You say lowly as if it wasn’t just you two in the room looking between his lips and his green eyes that seem to get darker with every word you said.

He just hums in agreement as you already started to play with the top buttons of his shirt. With one last look into his eyes, you lean forward and he does too. His lips are soft and warm and you just want more and more. A sweet quick turns heated quickly as you nibble his bottom lip and he takes you in closer, wrapping his arms completely around you. Your make out lasts long enough for you to unbutton his shirt, but not long enough. You have to break for air, which leads Matt to just carry on kissing down your jaw to your neck with playful nicks and open mouth kisses.

Matt finds your sweet spot and you can’t help but let out a moan. “Matt, please.” you gasp as he leaves his mark thoroughly. You bury your fingers deep into his hair, the wet strands like silk in your fingers as you sigh as he lays more marks to your collar bone. You play with his hair, pulling and teasing as he makes his way back up to your lips. Sweet kisses are exchanged until finally Matt decides to change things a bit.

Matt strips of his shirt as you lay back onto the bed. He climbs on top of you and the kisses begin again. You let your fingers run through his hair and down his back. Teasing him with light scratches and just feeling his muscles move beneath your hand. Little moans break from your here and there as well as from him and soon all this little play isn’t enough. 

Matt takes control and without breaking eye contact he sits up. His hands have been playing at the hem for awhile and now he lifts it over your head. For the first time that day/night, you are self conscious and look to side to avoid his reaction as he takes you in. You can feel his hand on your cheek, “(Y/N), look at me.” his voice deep and yet gentle insists.

You look at him, almost afraid of what he might think and you see him smiling at you lovingly, “You’re really something different, (Y/N). Beautiful isn’t good enough for you.” The genuine sentiment behind his words warm you, no one has ever said something like that before to you. You lean up and kiss him deeply, words unable to express how you truly feel.

Sweet turns into hot quickly. Your hands are on him, his back, his chest. Anywhere you can grab. His hands roam you like a blind man feeling a sculpture for the first time. He grasps one boob in one hand and the other is on your ass, squeezing, cherishing. Matt moans as you pull at his hair as he moves down on you, trailing kisses in his wake. You try not to moan too much, but you can’t help it with his lips on you.

Soon he makes it past your naval and has released your boob just to play with the thin lace of your panties. Matt looks up at you smugly and you glare at him frustrated, “Matt, can you just take them off, please? And for the love of god, I swear, if you rip them off me-”

“Baby calm down, relax. Tonight we are going to take this slow and cherish every moment. I promise not to rip them..At least, not tonight.” he says grinning widely now, making you blush and roll your eyes. He kisses the inner sensitive skin of your thigh making you sigh a bit as he watches you intently. You watch as he slowly pulls them down your legs before tossing them to the side easily, eyes not breaking from yours.

He spreads your legs slightly and starts to kiss up your thighs. One kiss on the left, one kiss on the right; one kiss on the left, one on the right. You bite your bottom lip watching him, watching his back muscles move with every kiss and watch as he never looks away from your eyes. You can’t help, but to moan a little bit at just how hot he looks doing such. His hands grip your thighs tightly as he teases as he gets closer and closer.

Finally, he breaks contact to look at what he’s doing. Next thing you know is all you feel is his wet tongue and pleasure. “Oh god, Matt.You gasp, throwing your head back, eyes rolling, and hands in his hair. You feel him moan from you calling his name as he continues to lick up and down, up and down. You can feel him tease you as he licks around your entrance at times and also play with your clit. It’s heavenly torture that’s for sure.

For a good five minutes (feels like thirty) he does this, teasing you, playing with you. Letting you call out his name several times, leaving you short of breath. He took too great of a pleasure of the whole thing until finally he decided teasing was enough. Matt sits up, letting you catch your breath for a moment as he grabs a condom from the nightstand on his bedside.

You look up at him, a bit disheveled from all his playing around. He cusps your cheek in one hand and leans down and gives you a sweet kiss as he rolls the condom on. You two sloppily, slowly make out as he grips your thighs and lines up with you. The nerves in your stomach are there, but the want is enough to overrule them.

Matt breaks the kiss first, both of you out of breath. “Are you sure you’re ready?” he asks, looking you seriously into the eyes, searching for any sign of a no. You grip his face into both of your hands, “Matt, I’m more sure than I think either of us would ever be again.” This makes him grin and kiss you once more, just as he pushes in slowly.

You admit, it hurts a bit the first time. Matt makes sure your OK the whole time until he is fully in, but once you get used to it, it’s not so bad. “You sure, you are all right?” “For god’s sake Matt just, just make love to me already!” This makes him laugh and soon he is slowly pulling out of you before pushing back in. As he continues to do so (slow as molasses though), the less it hurts and the more pleasure there was.

Soon you were practically begging for him to go faster. He was worried at first, but when you gave him the look, he gave into your demands. God, was he good. He knew just the right way to hit you as he moved faster and faster. He grasped your ass for most of the time until he leaned forward to make out. You grasped onto his back as he broke to bury his face into your neck and move even faster (god bless hockey players for their speed) all while he gripped your hips.

Your nails dug into his back as you raked him and he slammed into you.You felt the pressure building in the bottom of your stomach and wrapped your legs around him. “Matt, I-I think I’m gonna-” you got out (making him go even harder) just before you came. You screamed his name as your high reached it’s peak. He was panting and kept going for another minute before finally he shuddered above you and grasped your hips tightly. You groaned your name as he came, riding it out until he was done.

Slowly he pulled out of you and collapsed next to you on his side of the bed. You both were still panting, exhausted from your first time. “That was…” you began as he pulled you into his side. “Something different?” he said amused, a smirk on his face as he looked down at you. “Something different for sure.” you say yawning and resting your head on his chest.

He pulls the covers over you two before wrapping his arms around you tightly and resting his chin on your head, “I like something different.” he says quietly. “Me too, babe, me too.” you mumble into his chest. He kisses your head, “Goodnight, I love you.” he whispers into your ear making you smile and whisper back, “I love you, too.”



“So…. what’s it like?”

Bruce set down the cup of coffee he had been drinking once you asked your question. “What is what like?”

“What’s it like… turning into someone else?”

He chuckled a little when he understood your question. “You mean when I go green?”

You nodded your head and crossed one leg over the other. “That’s a better way of saying it.”

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Imagine: The Ritual

Imagine: Peter found out about a ritual, making him invincible and stronger than ever before. (Y/N) and her mom Regina stop him, catch him in Pandora’s box but he escapes and takes another chance.

„Mom! Get over here.“ I picked an old parchment up from the ground of the abandoned Lost Boy’s camp. I unfolded and scanned it. My mom stood right behind me, observing it as well. It showed an old map of the solar system, centuries ago. I frowned. What did it mean? I looked at it for a very long time, observing every corner, every sign of the map, and then suddenly it clicked. My expressions changed from confusion to fear when I finally realized what possibilities this map would open up to Pan. “What is it?” She asked when she saw the terrified look on my face. “What’s wrong?” She continued when I didn’t answer. I took the map and opened it out on a tree stump to my left, my mom followed me but gave me a confused look. “You see that?” I pointed to the one side of the map where a sign of the sun appeared. “It’s the sun, isn’t it?” She asked. “Right. And that over there’s the moon.” I pointed to the opposite side of the map where a sign of the moon could be seen. “On one special day, the powers of darkness and light will be combined in a solar eclipse. It’s a very rare occurrence that can no way be stopped. When those two powers unite, the magic from all over the world will be set free for one single hour that night, during that time almost everything will be possible. When this power falls upon the wrong ones, like Peter Pan, they might do very bad things to the world we know.” My mom’s jaw dropped when she listened to the things I told her. “When is that day?” I hesitated. “It’s today, mom. Tonight Peter will get his possibility to change the world, and himself. He could do whatever he wants and not only to us. We have to stop him!” I said touching her shoulder. “I think I know where he is.” She said with kind of a smirk on her face. Peter Pan was dangerous, even without the ritual he would go through that night he was nearly unbeatable. “Why are you smiling?” I asked her confused. She turned towards me, then pulled something out of her jacket and showed a tiny box to me. It turned out to be Pandora’s box, the only possibility to capture and stop Pan, for now and forever. “Where did you get it?” I asked looking at her reproachfully. “Let’s just say I took it from someone who didn’t need it anymore. Whatever, everything that matters now is to stop Pan. We don’t have much time, let’s go.” She grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the empty camp. “Mom, wait! Where are we going?” I asked her refusing to go another step without an answer. She turned towards me and handed over a knife to me. “And what do I need this for?” I raised my eyebrow at her. “Okay first, the knife is to protect you, I know that you have your magic to fight back and protect yourself, but just in case it doesn’t work, I don’t want you to be defenseless.” She said a look of pain and concernment in her eyes, then she continued. “Now, you wanted to know where we’re going. I know a special place, where Pan might perform the ritual. The place where his destiny shows itself to him. Skull Rock. It’s not on the island so we have to hurry.” I looked at her bug eyed. “Not on the island? Then where is it?” She touched my shoulder. “On the other side of the sea. Now come on!” She said pulling out her sword, beginning to fight her way through the undergrowth.

When we arrived on the island directly on the back of the giant rock, shaped like a skull, we could already see the lost boys waiting for us. “They came to protect Pan.” My mom whispered looking through the bushes. “Why would Pan need any protection? I thought he was stronger than anyone else.” She smirked. “Not anymore. You have to know, his magic is fading. He knew that this day would come and was searching for something to help him eversince, and now that he found it the whole world might be in danger. We have to hurry, there’s not much time left.” She said pointing at the sky where sun and moon moved closer and closer to each other. She clenched her fist. “So how do we get past the guards? You noticed that they have arrows and swords didn’t you?” I asked her confused, she looked at me soothing. “Of course I did.” She smirked and unfolded her hand blowing a purple dust out of her hands. It formed a enormous cloud around the Lost Boys, and suddenly they all lay on the ground. “Are they…?” I asked, hesitating to end the thought. “They’re only sleeping.” She said getting up, reaching her hand out for me. “Now come on! Sun and moon aren’t far from each other anymore.” She said running towards the entry of the rock. I followed her. When we reached stairs, leading to the next story we were stopped by a invisible forcefield right in front of us. “A protection spell, how clever.” I mumbled then quickly resolved it. “I don’t think that’s gonna stop us.” I smirked, and ran up the couple of stairs quickly, anxious not to get noticed by Pan. When I arrived on top, I saw him standing in front of a huge window watching sun and moon, moving closer and closer towards each other. “It’s a pleasure to see you too, (Y/N).” He turned around to face me. “The Evil Queen.” He greeted my mother, looking at her mockingly. “Pan.” I said angrily. “So you two came to stop me, after you broke into MY camp…” He approached us. “Stealing MY belongings. That’s a little unfair, don’t you think?” He came even closer but my mom stopped him with her magic. “One step closer and you’ll regret it.” She said gritting her teeth. “Well I just wanted to welcome my guests to my place.” He smiled an ironical smile. “But now that you were so rude to me…” His expressions suddenly changed, a furious look now appeared in his eyes. “I think I’ve changed my mind.” He quickly pushed his hand forward, letting my mom fly backwards against the wall with his magic. I turned around falling onto my knees besides her. “You think you’re so smart…” I whispered darkly. “But I know, you’re not the same anymore.” I stood up and both of my hands clenched into a first, capturing a spell in it. “You should’ve thought about giving up.” I said as I opened up my hands, letting green flames appear. “You think this intimidates me?” He said snorting. I threw the flames at him, that built a burning cage around him. As he tried to touch, and go through it he was thrown back by the power of the magic. “What did you do?” He shouted in disbelief, teeth gritted, a furious look on his face as he looked at his hand. He tried to fly over the high flames, but he was too weak already. “I probably just saved the world from someone like you.” I said turning back to my mother, who still lay on the ground, unconscious. I knelt down besides her putting my hand on her forehead, letting my healing powers go. When she woke up, she sucked in heavy breathes before catching herself again. “I’m okay.” She said out of breath as she stood up. “Now let’s stop him, finally and forever.” She said as she pulled out the little box of the pocket in her jacket. Peter, surrounded by the fire, smirked. “You really think you can stop me with that?” He asked sneeringly. “I don’t think so, I know it.” My mom said, as she summoned the box to open itself. It released a red smoke, which quickly started to let Peter disappear and finally caught him in the inside. It fell to the ground and made a clicking sound. “We did it!” I screamed out and hugged my mom tightly. “I would have never made it without you.” She said as she went through my hair, but suddenly the box started to move and shake again. The clicking sound and soon enough the red smoke appeared again. Our jaws dropped as we watched Peter escaping from the box, positioning himself in front of us. “How did you…?” I began but he cut me off. “Escape? Wasn’t a big deal. You remember? I made this box. Doesn’t work on me. But on you!” He said as he started to summon the box himself.

I’m so sorry I couldn’t update for a whole damn week, I’ve missed you so much guys and I’m glad to be back again! Of course Ive worked on your requests and they’re coming soon! Aaand by the way we have something to celebrate! There are over 500 of you guys now! I can’t believe it! Thank you so much for all the support I hope you enjoy reading this, it was my own idea (dream actually) and I thought it would be a nice surprise for you guys!

(Part II will follow tonight!) Much love Felia

Dorky Pickup Lines 

After the director yelled cut and you all were waiting for everyone to reset everything, you turned towards Jensen to ask what he wanted for dinner.

“I don’t care babe, whatever you decide I’m down for. Jared might be coming over, ask him and see if he has anything specific in mind.”

You agreed and then turned your head towards Jared who was standing beside Jensen. He shrugged. “Ugh do you boys know anything? Fine we’re going to have a big salad tonight and I want no fussing. What vegetables do you guys want in it? And please actually name some.”

Jared looked towards Jensen and they both shrugged before Jared looked back at you, “Uhm carrots, bell peppers, onions, maybe some cucumbers. Oh hey could you make that Italian dressing of yours?”

Right as you were about to answer, Jensen snorted to himself, “What’s so funny J?”

He laughed to himself before getting this somewhat serious look on his face towards you, “Babe if you were a vegetable, you’d be a cute-cumber.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head as the director yelled for every to take their places again. 

Jensen looked between you and (a still laughing) Jared with a cute little smile on his face, “See what I did there?”

“I swear I’m married to a giant geek.”

Submitted by @bringmesomepie56

Tonight’s episode just made me think that Lexa dying can happen.

TONIGHT SHE CHOSE BOTH HER HEART AND HEAD. the choices she is making can get her killed, she may have chosen to change their rules for peace, which is what she’s always wanted since S2. I know she’s trying to do the right thing but all of this might come back and bite her on the ass later.


(we still don’t know as to why Clarke’s crying, especially with Titus by her side)

Who could she be crying for honestly ?? Did their decisions get Lexa hurt or killed in the process of peace ??


IF LEXA IS DEAD I’m thinking she is there as a guide for Clarke to get her out of the City of the Light. The picture above makes me think that Clarke is saying “Is it really you Lexa?” or something along those lines, idk ??