this looked prettier in my head

Don’t look at her. Don’t say her name. Don’t tell me she’s ‘just a friend.’ Don’t tell me that you think of her as a ‘sister.’ Don’t tell me that you think she is pretty or beautiful. Don’t tell me that you like what she’s wearing. Don’t mention how skinny she is. Don’t mention how curvy she is. Don’t notice the color of her eyes. Don’t notice the color of her hair. Don’t hug her. Don’t touch her. Don’t be her friend on Facebook. Don’t follow her on Instagram. Don’t ‘like’ her selfies. Don’t comment on her pictures. Don’t tell her she looks nice today. Don’t tell me about that road trip you took with her. Don’t tell me what you did for her that one time on her birthday. Don’t tell me about how awesome her family is. Don’t tell me about the first time you kissed her. Don’t tell me about what you did in bed together. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to know. I’ll never believe you when you say she no longer means anything to you. Don’t say anything about her, not even once. If you do, I’ll never forget it. It will eat away at me forever. Because I will always look at her and see her as somebody that could make you happy, happier than I could ever make you. I’ll see her as somebody that will give you everything you want. I’ll always think she is prettier than me. I’ll always think you want her more than me. I’ll always see how soft and luscious her hair is. I’ll always see how perfect her body is. I’ll always see how big and sparkly her eyes are. I’ll always see an image of the two of you together in my head. Every time we sit down together at our favorite restaurant, I’ll wonder if the two of you went there first. When you tell me you like that new perfume I’m wearing, I’ll wonder if she used to wear it. Every time we hear a song on the radio, I’ll wonder if it makes you think of her. Every time we’re making love, I’ll wonder if you’re thinking of her. When you tell me that you like the things I do to you, I’ll wonder if she did them to you first. I’ll always wonder if, deep down, you wish you could be with her. I’ll always wonder if you miss her. I’ll always wonder if you want her back. I’ll always wonder if you’re thinking about her. I’ll never feel like I am enough for you. I’ll never feel like you truly let her go.
I don’t want to hear you tell me to not be jealous, I want to see you give me every reason in the world not to be…
—  If you want to have a successful relationship, don’t talk about your ex’s.
Treetop Confessions

Summary: An accident in training causes feelings to be confessed.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, implied sex.

A/N: I wanted to make a Loki or a Thor story in honor of the Ragnarok trailer, and I still may of y’all wanna see one, send me requests for either one of them! I just had this one in writing for so long and I FINALLY finished it. So Voila`!

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

Ever since Bucky fucking Barnes came to the compound, I have NEVER been the same. The man showed up, and all of a sudden I lost all control of my emotions, hormones and body. Literally everything just fell apart. Also, I haven’t gotten laid in over 3 years. 3 YEARS. I’m not the type to take someone home and sleep with them once, or to be friends with benefits. It’s been my only promise to myself, to not have sex with a random stranger JUST because I’m feeling frisky, that’s what I have toys for. I only have sex with someone when I’m in a relationship with them. HOWEVER, James Buchanan Barnes may make me throw out every promise I’ve ever made to myself and not think twice about it. The sad part is I don’t really even know him very well, we only say a few words to one another. For the longest time I thought the guy just didn’t like me, and Steve had to reassure me that’s not the case, he just doesn’t know how to socialize anymore, and certainly doesn’t know how to talk to women. It’ll take some time, and I understand that. Doesn’t make it any less frustrating that I can’t get over this stupid school girl crush I have on the guy.

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Request: Jughead is asexual, but becomes confused because he gets weird feelings whenever he sees you.

Requested by: anonymous



Great. I was already late for the first day of school. I didn’t really care about the tardy, but my first period was creative writing, the only class I was actually excited for. I wanted to miss as little as possible.

I rushed down the hall, eyes searching for room 1208. Once I found it, I stopped, straightened my bag, and opened the door.

Every face turned towards me as I walked into the room. Mrs. Holt turned away from what she was writing on the board to give me a stern look. “And why are we late, Mr….?”

“Jughead Jones. And, uh, my alarm didn’t go off this morning.”

She glared at me over the edge of her glasses before gesturing to the only open seat in the back of the room. “Take a seat, Mr. Jones. And don’t be late again.”

As I walked towards my new seat, my eyes rested on the girl in the next desk over. She was too absorbed by whatever she was reading to even glance up at me as I sat down.

Not long after I had gotten settled in, Mrs. Holt had given us an assignment. “To get to know your new classmates, I want each of you to partner up with the person next to you and write a detailed description of them. Today I want you to focus on their appearance and tomorrow we’ll work on describing personality traits.”

I sighed. I didn’t really want to have to talk to more of the people in this school than I had to. Of course Mrs. Holt had to ruin this class for me.

I turned towards the girl next to me. She hadn’t looked up from her book all period. I cleared my throat to get her attention. She sighed, closing her book and looking up at me.

As she looked into my eyes, my breath caught in my throat, causing me to cough. She was so much prettier than she seemed at first. I definitely wouldn’t have a problem describing every detail of her face.

Wait. Was I actually excited? To stare at some girl whose name I didn’t even know?

“Yes?” She asked, seeming a bit impatient.

“Uh, we have to do the assignment…” I trailed off as I stared at the wall over her head. I didn’t want to creep her out by staring at her. I already knew it was going to be weird when we had to do this assignment.

“What is it?”

“We have to, um, describe each other’s appearances.”

She reached into her bag and pulled out a notebook. She continued to rummage around in her bag as I took out my laptop and opened it.

“Uh, hey. Do you have a pencil I can borrow?” She asked, flashing an awkward smile. It was pretty cute.

"Cute”? Did I really think that was “cute”? I’ve never called a girl “cute” before. What was happening?

"Yeah.” I reached into my bag and grabbed a pencil. As I reached over to hand her the pencil, her fingers brushed gently across my hand. I could feel the warmth of her skin touching mine and as soon as her fingers were gone, the area she had touched turned cold. I retracted my hand quickly and began rubbing them together in hopes of warming up.

What was happening? All I had done was briefly touch the girl’s hand. Why did her touch warm my skin so much? I wanted to feel that warmth again. I wanted to hold her hand.

Wait what?? I’ve never been one for physical affection, but this girl was doing something weird to me.

"I’m [Y/N],”

"What?” My mind snapped out of its trance.

"I’m [Y/N]. You’re going to need my name for the writing assignment.” She laughed.

Oh. I shook my head, trying to clear it. Focus, Jughead. Focus on your assignment.

"Why don’t you turn your desk towards mine so it’s easier for us to look at each other?”

I did as she suggested and we both began to work in silence. I thought it would be awkward to have to stare at this girl and have her stare back at me, but every time she looked up at me, I felt my heart speed up.

Every once in a while our eyes would meet, and she would smile at me. I couldn’t help but smirk back.

I got so caught up in my staring and writing that I jumped when the bell rang.

[Y/N] was already standing and packing her bag to go. I couldn’t let her walk away without a plan to see her again.

"Um, [Y/N]?”

“Yeah, Jughead?”

“I didn’t finish my writing…” Was I supposed to ask her for a picture? No, that was creepy. “Can we meet up at Pop’s tonight around 6 so I can finish?” I asked cautiously. I didn’t want to come on too strong. I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to finish my writing or if I just wanted to see her again before tomorrow.

“Yeah, sure.” She smiled brightly. “See you then.” She waved as she slung her backpack on her shoulder and walked away.

I stayed in my seat, shocked by my actions. All of this was so uncharacteristic of me. Did I… like… a girl? I had so many unanswered questions.

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genre: smut & fluff



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Your best friend & roommate Changkyun just wanted to help get you laid. Instead you found solace in a pink haired man named Kihyun who had a smart mouth with sharp words you weren’t afraid to let cut you.

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Greased. - Chapter One  - Bucky & Steve x Readers Fanfic.

Originally posted by annieblogss

Originally posted by seb-stanners

A/N - So I hope this goes well and everyone enjoys it. It’s reverse Grease to a point. I will probably be completely inaccurate here, but here goes nothing.Had to include OC due to not being able to juggle to main reader POV. Avengers AU. I don’t own Grease nor the Avengers, js.

Steve x Reader
Bucky x OC (Rachel)

 - Imagine Grease but in reverse. It’s the 50s and two best friends are in The Widows gang, a group of not so friendly girls. They  fall for the not so dumb jock and the other a class clown. This could only go wrong.

(Part 2)

Warnings: Future smut, just cursing in this chapter.

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Joker Imagine - Griggs abuses you

Originally posted by goktugeminsafli

Your P.O.V.

Where am I? What the fuck was going on?

Questions were racing through my mind and they didn’t leave me alone. There was a big on my head and I was tied tightly onto a chair. My heart was beating hard because this situation scared me. The last thing I remembered was being with Joker. We were just driving around Gotham city until Batman started chasing us. We thought we got rid of him and then everything went black. Now I was here.

I heard a few footsteps coming closer. If I listened closely I could hear someone loading a gun. Then the bag was torn off my head and a bright light welcomed me. I narrowed my eyes and looked around. I was surrounded by at least 20 heavily armed people. Instead of letting them know how scared I was, I put on an act.

‘’Oh hi’’ I laughed and leaned against the back of the chair. They looked very grumpy and even scared. Was I so scary? Then I faced the guy who took the bag off. He had brown eyes, a brown beard that was still quite short and even brown hair. His skin was tanned but still a little on the paler side. He was smiling.

‘’Well if it isn’t Joker’s girlfriend’’ He broke the silence. He sounded awfully familiar. ‘’The one and only’’ I answered him as calmly as I could. I swear if my arms and legs were free I would have knocked them down one by one already.  I tried to yank my arms free but the man didn’t like that. ‘’Oh Y/N you’re not home anymore. We’re in Belle Reve. You’re going to play by our rules now’’ The man warned me and made me stop yanking myself.

Ok he could hurt me if he wanted to. I looked around once more and saw that this place looked like a prison. Everything was metallic. ‘’I play by no one’s rules sir’’ I cleared things up. His smile faded and he kneeled in front of me. ‘’It’s Griggs. Also I think you should be careful around here’’ He thought out loud. I just rolled my eyes. That wasn’t good for him.

Griggs slapped me so hard that I grunted in pain. My left cheek started stinging like fuck and it caused my eyes to water but I wasn’t crying. I just started laughing. My laugh echoed in this weird place and I knew it scared these people. Griggs slapped me again but I forced myself to laugh no matter how much it hurt.

Ha ha ha

‘’Get the special stuff boys’’ Griggs demanded some people. Then I saw how half of the group walked away swiftly. ‘’What stuff?’’ I asked him curiously. Yes I seemed okay now but if I was free I’d kill Griggs. Where was J? Was he free? Would he come for me?

‘’You don’t want to know hottie’’ He shrugged strangely. I cringed once he called me hottie but I didn’t show that. ‘’My J won’t be happy about this’’ I warned him. His men came back with black suitcases. One of them was holding a gag ball and other weird looking things.

‘’I don’t care about him’’ Griggs admitted without thinking. It made my blood boil. How could he just say that into my face? Griggs opened a suitcase and I saw bottles full of chemicals. Although they were sealed, a very toxic smell filled up my nostrils. Someone else strapped the gag ball around my head and put it in my mouth. Just as the man did that, I bit him. Griggs noticed and wrapped his arms around my neck. ‘’Don’t you dare to do that again’’ He growled as his man walked away.

I couldn’t answer him because of the damn ball. Griggs groaned and then took his hands off of me. His grip hurt. I’m sure only that would leave marks. I just watched as he grabbed a tube that had two branches. I tried to shake my head as he put it closer to my face. I wouldn’t let that shit near me!

I screamed once another guy held my head and someone strapped it against the chair. Then Griggs put the tube in my nose and attached the other end to one of the bottles. My heart started beating faster. This was kinda terrifying. Suddenly a stinging smell made my breathing harder.My vision got blurry and I couldn’t control my body well. I just focused on that disgusting smell.


A lot of days passed. I didn’t know exactly how many but it felt like weeks. I was all alone in this rotten place. There was this cage that they kept me in and sometimes I got shocked if I touched the poles. Griggs and his men had tortured me with the weirdest things and I felt weak. I hated this place. Although i wanted to rather die than be here, I didn’t show that to them. I was in some kind of a prison suit. I had torn the sleeves off to make it look prettier.

‘’Well well well’’ I heard Grigg’s disgusting voice as he walked inside to the big area where my cage was. I smiled and hurried to the end of the cage. ‘’Hi Griggsy’’ I purred and flashed him my teeth. He just shook his head and looked away. ‘’What’s the matter?’’ I asked him with a fake pout.Damn the second I was out of here with my J again, I’d make sure Griggs would pay.

‘’You’re hot. If you weren’t so crazy I’d do something about it’’ He told me and it made me feel disgusting. The only one who could touch me like that was J. No one else. Just then something weird happened.

 A loud bang caused everyone to flinch. I screamed and covered my head with my arms. Griggs and his men started shooting but it was too late. Some people dressed in black suits were quicker and they started shooting Griggs men. I was astonished. I just stood in the corner of my cage and stared at the unbelievable situation. I didn’t want to get shot!

In the middle of the shooting and all the smoke I saw Griggs held down by two masked men. Grigg’s gun was gone and he was yelling ‘sorry!’ and stuff like that. Suddenly someone near me made me snap back to my own surroundings. The cage had been broken and one of the men dressed in the SWAT suits stood in front of me. As I looked closer I saw JKR on his chest. Hope lit inside of me.

The man took off his mask and then I saw him. Those blue eyes, red lips, green hair, everything was there. It was Joker! I wanted to cry but the first thing I did was different. I ran into his arms and I got as close to him as possible. His strong arms wrapped around my body and finally I felt like I was home.

‘’You came for me’’ I breathed out. I was in shock. But at the same time I was so happy. Joker ran his hand through my hair and then he sighed. ‘’Of course kitten. It took a while to find the way here’’ He explained with his raspy voice. Even his voice made me so happy. Tears rolled down my face now. I never wanted to let go of him. 

‘’We’re going to go home and get revenge. Then we can take a long warm bath and enjoy the fireplace with champagne. Okay?’’ he tried to make a plan with me. Oh god that sounded just perfect. I nodded and bit my lips together. We were going home.

You're No Peter Parker! || Peter Parker x Reader

{summary: you unintentionally get super drunk at a party, forcing your friendly neighborhood spider-man to come to your rescue as he escorts you home.}

tonight’s been a stressful night for me, so i need some peter parker fluff. i promise i’ll work on requests as soon as i’m better…my anxiety has been through the roof and today was a particularly bad day….

but i’ll get better, i promise. so here, how about me and you indulge in some peter fluff?

**please if you have any respect for the writer at all, do not repost/plagiarize this story. reblogs are fine.**

warnings: drunk kisses, tbh


You had no idea what crazy part of your brain thought that attending a party was a good idea. You weren’t the particularly social type, and the fact that you were surrounded by girls making out with several guys from the next door fraternity house made this all the more unbearable for you.

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Surprise! (Dan Howell x Reader)

A/N: so it was my birthday four days ago (monday) and it went pretty well. Anyways going to Washington D.C tomorrow so expect some maze runner imagines because its a solid two hour drive. 

warnings: None (unless you count crap as a swear word)

You were sitting on Zoe’s couch, you had left London to stay with Zoe and Alfie in Brighton while Dan and Phil was on tour. You missed Dan so much. Sure you two skyped every two weeks and texted nonstop but it wasn’t the same. And hear you were, on your birthday. At least you have Zoe and Alfie to spend your birthday with. 

“Ok so today is Y/N’s birthday and Zoe is out getting her birthday present. She has no idea what it is,” You heard Alfie mumble to the camera. 

“What was that Alfie?” You asked. 

“Nothing Y/N!”” Alfie responded. All of the sudden your phone started ringing. It was Dan. You quickly answered it. 

“Hi Dan,” You said. You felt a smile come across your face. 

“Hey baby. You enjoying your birthday?” Dan asked through the phone. 

“Yeah just wished you were here, Phil too,” You replied. 

“Hi Y/N” You heard Phil yell in the background. 

“Hi Phil,” You chuckled. 

“We have to go now, I’ll call you later tonight,” Dan said. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” You mumbled. You ended the call and threw your phone on the couch. 

“Aw does someone miss their boyfriend?” Alfie teased as he pointed the camera at you. 

“Oh shut up.” You said with a small laugh. “When is Zoe so post to get here?”

“Soon Y/N,” Alfie answered you. You heard a phone buzz so you quickly ran over to your phone but it turns out it was Alfie’s. “Oh that’s her. You have to go into the guest room real quick.” 

“Alright,” You sighed. You grabbed your phone from the couch and walked into your room, which was the guest room. You flopped down on your bed and started to scroll through your old photos. They were all from the summer. Most of them actually were of you, Dan, and Phil doing weird crap. You then opened up Instagram and went to Dan’s account. You started looking through all of his posts till you came across a picture of you and him. It was when you two first started dating. You were staring at the stars and Dan had got the perfect photo of you. 

The stars are pretty tonight, but Y/N is prettier

You couldn’t help but to smile at the caption. 

“Alright Y/N you can come out now!” You heard Zoe yell. You walked out of the room, down the stairs and into the lounge room. Zoe had a small gift on the table that had your name on it. You glanced over at Alfie, who had the camera out which made you a little suspicious. You walked over to the table, sat on your knees and grabbed the gift. You carefully unwrapped to find that is was a a box. 

“You took two hours just to get a box?” you asked Zoe. 

“Open the box,” Zoe said. You carefully opened the box to find it was a necklace. The necklace had a silver heat on it. “Here I’ll help you put it on.” Zoe grabbed the necklace from your hands and walked behind you. You lifted your hair as Zoe placed the necklace around your neck. She quickly connect it. 

“Look at the back,” Alfie pointed out. You glanced down at the heart and turned it around. 

The stars may be pretty but you my dear are prettier -Dan

You couldn’t help but to smile. You turned around to thank Zoe but it was Dan who was standing behind you. He was the one who put the necklace on you. He wrapped his arms around you before you could say anything. 

“You think Phil and I would let you spend your birthday by yourself?” Dan asked. You couldn’t answer because tears were streaming down your face. Dan carefully lifted your head up so you would meet his eyes. He then kissed your forehead. 

“Happy Birthday Y/N!” Phil yelled. you quickly let go of Dan and walked over to hug Phil. You then walked back over to Dan and ended up getting pulled back into a hug.

“Thank you,” You said to him. 

“Anything for you,” He said to you. 

A thick stone parapet protected the outer edge of the rampart, reaching as high as Sansa’s chin, with crenellations cut every five feet for archers. The heads were mounted between the crenels, along the top of the wall, impaled on iron spikes so they faced out over the city. Sansa had noted them the moment she’d stepped out onto the wallwalk, but the river and the bustling streets and the setting sun were ever so much prettier. He can make me look at the heads, she told herself, but he can’t make me see them (A Game of Thrones, page 748.)

What I find so powerful about Sansa’s storyline is that she is completely stripped of any type of external agency. She has no control over where she goes, what she does, how she looks, or even what she looks at. Her strategy is generally to submit to this, but to find any point of internal agency that she can, i.e., holding onto control over her self. The distinction between looking and seeing is all about external/internal. Sansa must comply to the external demands, but she does not concede her control over her internal self. She chooses to look north at the prettier landscape, she chooses not to see her father’s face in the head she is shown. In my opinion, this is one of the few Sansa scenes the show gets absolutely right, with the “how long do I have to look?” line because it capture how she is able to perform the external function demanded of her, but internally detach from it as a protective measure.

The Warm Up (Lucifer/Reader)

Imagine getting captured by Crowley. His weird sense of justice throwing you in the same room as our favorite fallen angel, former king, the one and only…Lucifer…

Originally posted by lucifersagents

“Nyah!” You landed hard against the wall. You turned quickly running back for the door kicking it as it shut, “Crowley!”

“Stay in your kennel kitten.” He smirked looking at you the hole in the door, “Try to play nice with the puppy.”

You yelled hitting the door with your palm as shut the slider of the hole, “Oo you’re a feisty one.”

You froze turning your head slowly looking over at the man sitting in a chair chained. He smiled and waved at you, “Hey roomie.”

“Lucifer…” You swallowed taking a step backward.

“Ah, you know me…but I don’t know you.” He smirked looking you over, “You have me at a disadvantage Ms…”

You crossed your arms looking away. You needed to get out of here.

“Aw come on cutie…don’t leave a gentleman hanging.” Your eyes fell back on him briefly as you scanned the room for any weaknesses.

You made a disgusted noise, “I wouldn’t call you a gentleman…”

“I’m hurt. I’ve been told I’m quite a catch.” He smirked still as you started feeling the walls, “Honey, there’s no getting out of here except through that door.”

“I’ve gotten out of worse situations.” You whispered your stomach fluttering as you got closer to him.

“Oh…really, please do tell, Ms…” he tilted his head again waiting for an answer.

“Y/N…” You looked at him, “Winchester…”

His eyes blinked surprised, “I…did not the there was a female Winchester…”

You rolled your eyes, “It’s a long story…”

“You certainly are prettier then your brothers.” He pried more as you stopped feeling the walls.

“Not…my brothers…” You looked at him leaning against the wall. 

“If not brothers…” His eyes narrowed on you confused.

You sighed staring into his eyes. They didn’t look scary or evil, just curious. 

“Married!” You blinked as his declaration, “The only explanation.”

Your face scrunched up disgusted, “No…gross.”

“Gross? Seriously? Have you seen them?” He threw out his arm, “You know Sam was my vessel at one point.”

“I know. I’ve heard the story.” You looked down at your coat picking something off the sleeve.

“So if they’re not your brothers…and you’re not married to one of them…”

“Dean’s my dad.” You finally said making him shut up, “Okay…and Sam’s my uncle.” 

He made a face as you pushed off the wall walking across the room, “How? You’re… Dean would’ve been like…10…”

You sighed, “Time travel…and a long story I don’t want to get into.”

“…right…” He sat back in the chair staring at you. 

You glanced over at him chewing on his thumb, “What?”

“It’s just, knowing who you are makes you even desirable then before.” He winked at you.

You made another disgusted noise, “Go to hell.”

“Wish I could.” He smiled a little as you sighed finally sitting down against the wall, “Giving up already?”

“Well…” You clenched your jaw, “You …are correct…”

“Excuse me? Did a Winchester just say I was right?” He leaned forward making the chains clank.

“…you know … how are you here? You’re supposed to be locked up…elsewhere…” You dodged his question with your own.

The flicker of irritation didn’t go unnoticed before he smirked, “I’ll tell you for a kiss.”

“Tch…” You looked away from him, “Desperate to slum it with the humans.”

“For a pretty one like you, I’d slum all day long.” He purred at you.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile a little, “Oh such a charmer.”

“I’m just warming up.” He winked at you, “And I have a feeling we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other.”

Realize--Chapter One "Mutual Nerdery"

Tom HiddlestonxReader

I’ve been reading too many imagines on @theartofimagining13 … this is the first chapter of the story monster it created.

Chapter One - Mutual Nerdery

You sneak up behind your co-star where he is stretched out on your couch, a beat up copy of the play and your cat settled on his lap, and take a quick picture with your head on his shoulder, both of you making faces. You looked a little ragged after working for hours together in your cramped living room, going over the different versions of the text and other insights into your characters. You posted the picture on twitter for your modest fan base, “Hours discussing Shakespeare? I can think of worse ways to spend a Saturday night. #MutualNerdery.” When he’d suggested these little “dates” to help develop your character’s chemistry and to research together, you half thought it was just his way of flirting, being that smart and charming, but it wasn’t, it was just wonderful conversations, food and kinship with your co-star, you were getting use to it now, you were friends. Less than ten minutes after you posted the picture, you look at your cell phone and can’t help but laugh, you knew that your best friend would not let the selfie you just posted slide by without a comment.

Please tell me you did not just post a no-makeup selfie with your hair in pigtails. – Lou

She would focus on your hair. She seemed to miss the point of the tweet. You had been keeping your next job underwraps for weeks, not even telling your best friend, Lou, that you were headed to Broadway. You shoot off two texts in a row.

No comment on ANYTHING else in that picture?

You’ve been begging me for weeks to tell you about the next project, well…

“What are you giggling about?” You show him the texts and he laughs too. “I’m looking forward to meeting Lou, by the way.”

You wave him off playfully, “You’ll love her, everyone does, she’s me, but younger, prettier, and put together. We always say I got the brains and she got the looks.”

His head tipped back in laughter as my text alert went off again.

Yeah I saw, Tom Hiddleston, that’s no excuse for pigtails. – Lou

You start to reply when Lou’s ringtone, The Pet Shop Boys, Opportunities, starts playing and Tom just laughs harder as you pick up and put her on speaker. “Hey Lou. How’re the kids?”

She launches into a mini-rant, ignoring you entirely. “Why was Tom Hiddleston wearing your glasses, in your living room, looking like he slept there last night? (Y/N), I swear to God that if you were wearing those damn pajama pants when you took that picture, I will find a way to teleport to New York just to punch you in the tit.”

Another, frankly adorable, round of full bodied laughs shake Tom as you look down at my outfit, an oversized Steven Universe T-shirt and grey flannel pj pants that were easily a decade old, and shrug. Tom piped up, “Your guess is spot on. Tom Hiddleston here, I am guessing you are the notorious Lou.”

“(Y/N)! Am I on speaker?” You can hear her start to shift around. Only Lou would primp because she was on speakerphone with an attractive man. “Hello, Tom, Yes, I’m Lou. I am the woman who is going to punch your co-star in the tit for posting a selfie on twitter looking like she just rolled out of bed with you.“

Tom’s eyes went wide a moment before another boisterous round of laughter started up.

You choke a bit, “Jesus, Lou! So classy.” “Hey, at least you can’t see her stripey socks in the picture. Small miracles.” He kept laughing.

Lou’s light and pretty laughter rings through the room as you bop Tom in the back of the head with a throw pillow before he follows suit and almost knocks you onto his lap with the pillow next to him. You shove his legs off the couch and park yourself next to him.

“(Y/N) I swear to God. Can take me off speaker, Darling?” You just shake your head, and put the phone back to your ear. “Are you trying to repel an attractive, single man? Wait, have you already slept with him and that’s why you are comfortable giving up on looking fuckable? But wait, Shakespeare? What show? Why are you two researching in your apartment? What is HE wearing?”

You answer in order once she’s wound down a bit. “No and God no, not yet anyway.” Tom raises his eyebrow and you give him an innocent look, ”Yes, Much Ado, Because I live in this city and he doesn’t, hoodie and trackpants, and to the answer the first question, we have the same prescription and didn’t notice for an hour that we had accidentally swapped glasses. Did that cover it all?”

You could hear Lou shaking her head, “You’re going to marry him, just watch.”

That made you laugh and Tom raised an eyebrow at you as you put up one finger and shook your head to get your breath back. He just pats you on the head, standing to answer the door buzzer and fetch the take-out you had ordered. “Never, Lou, I will always be yours. Now, we need to go, our food is here.”

“See, you’re already we and our, it’s curtains for you and me (Y/N). Just make sure my Matron of Honor gown is pretty, I want to look good in the pictures next to Benedict.”

“You’re cute, shut up and call me later, love to Max and the kids.”

You hang up and grab plates and utensils from the kitchen before settling in again with dinner, Shakespeare, and Tom.

Originally posted by topless-tom

@theartofimagining13 trying again to link the inspiration blog to this.

We All Need A Good Gal Pal

*WARNING* This post is most likely going to be a bit soppy/sentimental. Obviously I’m gonna try and make it humorous but grab a bucket just in case…

That means you Moon.

So I’m sure many of you are aware that recently I took my first steps outside as Jess, and just over a year ago I also announced to my friends about my secretive (not so much now) hobby. 

As much as their support has been nothing short of fantastic, before all of that there was the original gal pal: Moon.

Now I could go on for decades about how useful she has been, but it’s probably more useful (and certainly more relevant) to let you know why she has been so important and instrumental in this transformation from ragged cave-man lookalike to the would-be-Queen that is Jessica Blaise.

1. Moon Don’t Lie To No Bitch

Moon has always been a good friend, even before she knew about Jess, but one quality I’ve found invaluable is her ability to tell me the truth, no matter what.

Moon do I look good in this?” Fuck no! That dress ain’t gonna work on you, you don’t have the boobs for it.

I think my makeup looks good today!” Yeah and some people think the world is flat, don’t make them right though does it?

Omg these heels are killer!” Yeah they do a good job at killing your fashion sense.

Call it harsh, call it hilarious… I call it honest feedback.

One of the best benefits of having a friend like Moon, and hopefully any gal pal, is that they’re looking out for your best interests. If I don’t look good in something, Moon will be the first person to let me know. She has my best interests at heart, and she wants me to look good just as much as I do.

2. What The Fuck Is Highlighter???

I know this one is probably quite obvious (and not actually that relevant to highlighting) but I feel it should be stated regardless.

Stop me if you guessed this already, but girls are really good at makeup.

And I don’t mean ‘Girls always use makeup of course they’re good at it.’ Nah.

Most girls, Moon included, don’t actually use anywhere near as much makeup as a crossdresser would (especially Moon with her bloody flawless skin… rude). It’s not about their actual skill will the makeup, it’s the knowledge and theory behind it.

What’s the use of concealer? Ask your gal pal.

How does highlighter work? Ask your gal pal.

Why shouldn’t I use dark colours on my lips? Ask your gal pal.

Regardless of how much or little your gal pal uses in terms of makeup, they will have a wealth of knowledge about it and will easily guide you into improving your makeup in no time. Plus it doesn’t hurt to have someone helping you while you’re applying the stuff you know nothing about…

3. Stand Properly! Have You Never Seen A Woman?

I might sound like this font of female imitation knowledge, but most of the tips I throw up on this blog are simply regurgitated information that I learned long ago from Moon. 

One of the most invaluable lessons she ever taught was simply how to stand like a woman.

I’ve said before that looking at women pose is a good way to learn how to take pictures, but this should only be used if all else fails. If you can (and I can’t recommend this enough), get a gal pal so instruct you how to stand.

It’s not uncommon for Moon to start lifting my arm into the right position or telling me to relax my shoulders. This is all stuff I’m aware of, but it’s better when you’ve got someone who can actually see what you’re doing wrong and correct it.

On top of all that, you also get someone who can help take photos. I mean, I’m a big fan of selfies but sometimes you just wanna feel like the god-damn model you were born to be.

Well, that’s my side of things. However just to make this post extra long (sorry…) I thought I should get Moon to weigh in her opinions of having a crossdresser for a friend.

What’s it like having a crossdresser for a friend?

I’ll be honest. It was a little different to start off with, especially since Jess is the first and only crossdresser I’ve ever met. It didn’t take me too long to get used to it though; eventually she was asking for me to join her on ‘dress up nights’ which was essentially a cheap, student excuse to get drunk and look pretty… always fun though!

What’s different about Jess’ makeup than other girls?

Well… nothing really. I guess that’s the point though. She has to apply a bit more of the base makeup (concealer, foundation etc.) but after that it’s quite similar to my own and other girl’s makeup routines.

Do you see Jess differently when she’s dress up?

Again, a bit at first. Not in a bad way of course, but it was just getting my head around a male friend suddenly looking female(ish). I don’t know if it’s gotten easier over time because she’s better at makeup now than 8 years ago or because I’ve just got used to it.Overall I don’t really see her as a different person, just a much prettier person.

What’s your favourite thing to do with Jess?

Dressing up; without a doubt. As much as certain outfits don’t work on Jess (or myself at times) we’re always pushing each other to try different outfits. It’s always a great accomplishment when we try on an outfit we didn’t think would work but does!

Also Jess always has fancy dress outfits, and they’re nothing short of hilarious to try on, regardless of who’s wearing them.

I just wish she wouldn’t get changed in front of me…

What has been your favourite moment with Jess?

Oh god… we’ve been doing this for 8 years now, there are way too many…

If I had to pick one, even though there are definitely more, I would say the time that Jess wanted me to record a video of her spinning in a dress but I started recording while she was still explaining and sorting herself out.

Yeah, that’s the one.

I think I’m making these longer on purpose now…

I hope this has helped any of you who are thinking about telling your friends or looking for some guidance.

Just remember: any good gal pal will have no problem with you crossdressing over than those heels don’t work with that dress Hun.

Message me if you have any questions!

- Jessica Blaise x x

Stressed Out (Peter Parker)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Reader is stressed out and can’t sleep so she taps on Peter’s window.

Word Count: 761

Warning(s): Major cuteness

Requested by: @buckysendoftheline  (extra tagging: @notevenagoodgirl)

A/N: Sorry this it’s a bit short 

(Also my requests are open)

Alright breath Y/N breath. I stared down at the review packet for my chemistry test tomorrow—or I guess technically today. I thought as I looked at my clock on the far wall. Shit. I pushed off the papers from my lap getting up from my bed walking to the bathroom.

I had been studying for about five hours will and I was drained—I should have really been working on my history paper that was due on Monday. Usually I could get it done during the weekend with some help from Peter but this weekend was jam packed with my cousin’s wedding. I pushed the door open to my bathroom and began getting ready for bed. It was late—and I had to get at least some sleep. I washed my face quickly before traveling toward my bed pushing the papers of off it before collapsing on top it. I turned off the lights yawning. My eyes closed pulling the blankets over me.

I turned around in my bed yawning again. I was exhausted but I couldn’t fall asleep for some reason, my mind running about a thousand mile a minute. I pushed off my bed grabbing a sweater pulling it on heading toward the window. I opened it slowly before climbing out on the fire escape. I closed the window the sounds of early morning queens burying around me. I walked down the fire escape stairs before knocking on the glass of the room below mine. There was silence before I knocked a little harder biting my lip.

“Y/N?” Peter whispered opening the window peering out at me.

“Hi.” I mumbled to my boyfriend as he yawned running his hand through his already messy hair.

“What—what are you doing here?” He asked leaning forward.

“I—I can’t sleep.” I breathed. “And I’ve been studying for the chemistry test for like the entire night—and there’s the health project that I still haven’t started. And I that history paper and—”

“Y/N.” Peter interrupted as tears filled my eyes. “Hey it’s okay.” His hand reached toward mine.

“Can—can I come in?” I asked. Peter nodded helping me through the window. Once inside I wrapped my arms around his bare chest burying my head into the crook of his neck.

“Shhh.” His arms wrapped around my waist. “It’s gonna be okay. I can help with your paper—and you will do amazing on that test—you have been studying all week.”

“We have the wedding this weekend.” I mumbled. “We don’t have time—”

“Yes we will.” He pulled away kissing my forehead. “We got this Y/N.” He grinned. “But the most important thing you need to do to get rest.”

“Can I stay here?” I mumbled. “I can’t sleep.”

“Of course.” He smiled. “As long as you don’t push me off the bed.”

“It’s not my fault that you have a twin bed Parker.” I grinned.

“Hey!” He frowned. “I like my bed.” I laughed pulling myself from his grip before walking over to climbing into his bed. He followed drawing the blankets over us. He pulled me closer wrapping his left arm under my back as I rested my head on his upper chest. I sighed as his right hand connected with mine on his chest. “You know I was thinking about this wedding.” He whispered.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“I’m excited to see you in that dress.”

“Peter!” I blushed.

“N-not like that!” He stuttered. “I just meant you will look really pretty.” I blushed as his thumb moved against mine.

“Well thanks.” I mumbled.

“Try not to look too pretty sweetheart.” He grinned. “You aren’t supposed to look prettier than the bride.” I blushed my hands detaching from his to run down his chest. My fingers traced his abs lightly.

“Can you quiz me?” I asked.

“What?” He whispered.

“On chapter ten.” I mumbled. “For the test tomorrow.”


“Come on Peter.”



“Go to sleep Y/N.” He sighed.

“I can’t.”

“You haven’t even tried.” He sighed. I frowned looking up at him, the pale light around us lighting his face.

“It doesn’t matter—I can’t sleep.”

“Close your eyes Y/N.” He kissed the top of my head.

“I will if you quiz me.”





“No!” Peter whispered louder. “Y/N you know everything that is going to be tested, just close your eyes. You won’t do well if you don’t get any rest.” I frowned. “Just breath babe.” I closed my eyes as he clutched me tighter.

“Thank you.” I mumbled as exhaustion rushed over me.

“For what?”

“Everything.” I sighed as I felt him kiss my forehead as I drifted off.

Without You

Anon: Hello cutiepie! First of all: I love your blog! You are a really good writer and I enjoy reading your scenarios etc! I wanted to request a taeyong scenario that’s really a hazy but fluffy in the end. Maybe something involving jealousy. Take your time and thank you xxx

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Pairing: Taeyong x Reader

POV: First Person

The blinding lights shone bright in every corner of the club. People danced around me, couples tore through the clustered crowds to find a place to soothe their desperations. The smell of beer and sweat and cheap perfume dominated the air. Music blasted from the speakers almost wrecking my ears. The small glass was misty in my hands as I took another shot. It was his idea to come here and there he was, busy in his own matters. He chatted away with the boys, a drink in his hands and a permanent smile plastered onto his gorgeous face. His glowing beauty didn’t help my frustration because every time my anger boiled due to his lack of acknowledgement, it was washed away by my love for him. I sighed and leaned against the counter, analysing the scene around me. 

 "Hey there beautiful,“ I heard someone say. I turned around to meet radiant green eyes and curly blond hair. He rested his arms on the counter and sat back in his seat. “Why is such a beautiful girl like you sitting alone?” He had an Australian accent. I smiled at him, ideas popping into my head. I wanted to make Taeyong feel the same way that he’s been making me feel for so long. Dating Taeyong had its perks, he was beautiful, funny, loving but then the cons. He was too beautiful. Days and nights were spent fearing over him finding someone better and leaving. But he shouldn’t know that. 

 "The real question is, why is such a gorgeous boy like you talking to a girl like me?“ He cackled and looked into my eyes. 

 "A girl like you? What’s wrong with a girl like you?” I smirked and looked away, taking another shot. Taeyong was still laughing away and that irked me even more. I decided to play along with this boy a while longer until I arrested his attention. 

 A while later I was laughing at his jokes and then he held my hand. I had gone too far and I was well aware of it. Before I could look around for Taeyong, I felt a hand on my shoulder. He stood behind me boring his eyes into the boy’s hands. I pulled my hand away and smiled at him. “Hi, I’m Y/N’s boyfriend,” Taeyong said, eyes still emitting intimidation. I could feel the boy’s face crumbling into desperation to get away as fast as he can. Taeyong looked deadly when he was mad. They introduced themselves and the boy quickly hurried away. I felt bad for him, he seemed nice. 

 "And just what do you think you were doing?“ He asked. I rolled my eyes at him. 

 "Finding something to do." 

 "So you chose to flirt with the nearest good looking person in the room?” His voice was terse but his attitude had my adrenaline levels up today. It took everything for me not to scream at him. 

 "I didn’t flirt with him, he was kind enough to acknowledge my presence unlike some people.“ He shook his head at my comment. Anger, agitation and jealousy. He pulled me by the hand and led me out of the club. "Let go of me,” I said. We stood in the lone alleyway, the pavement damp beneath my heels. It was a hazy night and the sky was covered in thick clouds. The neon lights blinked at us outside the club and the commotion of the people inside was still audible. “I felt like I didn’t belong there. You ignored me the whole time and now you have the audacity to show authority?" 

He put his hands on his hips and sighed. "Listen, I’m sorry. I got carried away okay.” He looked so young standing in front of me. But his eyes were still wild as ever and face just as prepossessing as the day I fell for him. 

 "Carried away? Is that going to be your excuse all the time? When one day you find someone better, will your excuse be that you got ‘carried away’“? A streak of tear ran down my cheek. His eyes widened at my sudden confession.  

"What do you mean? Why would I ever leave you?” He stepped closer. 

 "You will, when you find someone prettier, funnier.“ He shook his head and put his arms around me. 

 "Do you really think I’ll leave you over something as plastic as that?” He smelled like grass on a rainy day. 

 "Yes because you’re popular and incredibly handsome and people love you.“ Pulling away, I stared into his dark eyes. They were pits of black, deep and glistening. "And I’m just a normal college girl. I’m nothing special." 

 "But you’re special to me. Where the hell am I going to find another person with the same laugh as you?” My lips automatically broke into a smile at that. He kissed my head and pulled me into a hug. “I can’t promise you because we never know what time will bring us. But I hope I never have to leave you because I don’t know what I’ll become without you. My life is weird, its loud and busy. And you are normal and ordinary but in a good way. Its the only thing that keeps me sane.” I nuzzled my head into his chest and tightened my grip around his waist. The sky burst into a soft drizzle as we walked towards his car.

I Lit a House on Fire (Just to See a Painted Sky) CH1.

Hi. Okay, I know it’s been a while since I posted the preview of this and the whole ‘coming soon’ thing wasn’t very ‘soon’. But the idea got lost in my head and I wasn’t all that sure where I was going to go with it (then I remembered I plan nothing and went with my usual, fuck it, we’ll see what happens approach. So yeah, let me know what you think, if you want me to keep going with it etc. Without further ado, here we go again.  

Lydia Martin was eighteen years old and a little bit alone in the world. So she looked to the stars and remembered their names, climbed hilltops and left hand scrawled memories on tree trunks. She wished for bigger cities, prettier skies and an ocean that could take her away.

Stiles Stilinski was nineteen years old and had discovered when he was young that he liked his roof better than his bed. He tore through town in an old, beaten car that might have been someone else’s and he read about myths and legends when the sun went down.

And this is what they did when the world wasn’t looking.

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Preferences - you being ugly

Requested: something like you being ugly but they still find you pretty. The setting is somewhere at a party. PLEASE, don’t feel offended by this, it’s just a requested scenario, there’s no such thing as ugliness because we’re all pretty in our own way and we just have to wait for the right person to see that in us! <3 It could be triggering, so I am WARNING you all. 



“Hey, handsome~”

“Wanna go somewhere and have some fun?”

The girls were being clingy and Joji was not liking it, despite putting on a polite smile and listening to them. He didn’t want to hurt them, even if he didn’t enjoy their presence. They were being too overwhelming. He preferred talking to someone else, instead.

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Prison Break — S1E2  {Sentence Starters}

  • ❛❛ You’re anticipating every one of my moves three moves in advance. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Everybody chooses sides and a lot of guys bleed. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ He may run this place during the day, but I run it during the night. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ As long as the good doctor thinks I’m diabetic, I’ll have time there to do what I need to do. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ This thing’s riding on a bunch of pills? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Our relationship transcends race. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Good behaviour, you’re outta here in three years. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Every step’s already been mapped out. Every contingency. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You so much as look at these guys the wrong way, they’ll cut you up. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ As far as these guys are concerned, I’m just a con doing his time, staying out of trouble. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You don’t have to look for trouble. It finds you. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ This is madness. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Speak with respect, fish. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ So, you’re the new one I’ve been hearing all the rave reviews about. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You’re just as pretty as advertised. Prettier, even. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I’ll protect you. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I’ll keep you real close so no one up in here can hurt you. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Looks to me you already got a girlfriend. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You come around these bleachers again, it’s gonna be more than words we’re exchanging. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ There are cases you lose sleep over but this isn’t one of ‘em. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Usually, my whole life, it’s always been crazy and noisy. Maddening, you know, in my head. But now it’s quiet. It’s perfect. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I’m glad you came back. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I’m going to make it right. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Work faster. I need that stuff tonight. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You made it pretty clear you ain’t blood. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Question is, who is it you was planning on damaging? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ The time is right now. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You’ll never stand outside those walls. Not unless you knew someone - someone who knew a way out. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ What are you doing here? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ It would be a shame if anything happened to your kids. I know my kids would miss them. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You don’t need to do this. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You want a pizza and a pedicure too? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You want me to fight, I’ll fight. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ All I need is a weapon. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I’m sorry for being so short with you before. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I got a good mind to slash you open right now. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ It’s not what you think. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Your luck just ran out. You chose the wrong side. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Man, it’s great to see your face. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I think it’s time you quit the charade, don’t you? It’s starting to ruin people’s lives. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ If you love him, call him off. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I got high that night. I had to. It was the only way I could go through with it. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Listen! I was set up! ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You came all the way down here to tell me how guilty I am? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I think I’m just going to take a cab. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You gotta move on with your life. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You’re a dead man! ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I try to give you the benefit of the doubt. I try to treat you with respect. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ We’ll stay out here in the open where they can’t get to us; where they can’t do what they do. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Do what you need to do to make this go away. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Just want you to know I’m coming for you. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You’re trapped in that little hole of yours; trapped like a pig I’m gonna slaughter. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You’re positively beaming, boss. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ This little polka you and I have been doing for a while? As of this moment, it’s over. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I’m gonna give you one last chance. ❜❜
• not meant to be

nonnie requested: Could you write a Barry x Reader where he and the reader used to date, but broke up because the long distance wasn’t working. In Flashpoint he finds himself dating the reader. When he leaves Flashpoint, and the reader is a part of Team Flash and is a scientist (also in Flashpoint). She is avoiding Barry because he kissed her. You can figure out the rest, btw love your writing.

A/N: Ah I remember long distance dating of my first real and only boyfriend. It lasted almost two years but then things drifted from us so I ended it. But I hope you enjoy, I left the scientist part vague so you could choose what field of science you want. And yay, I’m glad to hear you love my writing nonnie! It makes me smile at comments if that and sorry it’s late. As always requests are open unless stated otherwise by me!


Originally posted by theflashdaily

            » Relationship(s): Barry Allen/Reader (dated briefly), Eddie Thawne/Reader (dating currently; engaged)  «

You were once everything to Barry even though you both were miles and miles away from each other, you two would call or video chat at times. But you were too busy with your work as Barry was with his before you two decided that it be would be the best for you both to break up. It did hurt the scarlet speedster as it did to you but the lack of communication had separated you from each other, you wished you could be closer but you had to also be with your mother and your ill father. But that would change soon due to Barry.

Barry had arrived in a universe where his mother didn’t die and so far well, everything seemed to be perfect. Almost perfect as he walked into his home from Jitters to find the one H/C person who seemed to be you but his green eyes widen to see it was you when you turned your head. You were in the flesh than just a person from the computer screen. You looked so much prettier in real life, not that it wasn’t bad seeing in camera of video chats. But he could see how your E/C twinkle and your locks of H/C framing your face, he just stood there as flashpoint you tried not to laugh at him while tugging him close.

“Hey Bar. I didn’t know you were coming over so early from work, can I steal a quick kiss from my favorite boyfriend?” You say with a soft sweet smile on your face, he loved to see that smile a lot and hated it when it left your face. Wait did you just say boyfriend? Did this mean you two were dating still? Maybe this was alright as he smiled back to mirror yours while leaning down to kiss you, “You can have as much as you’d want Y/N.” God this was perfect but nevertheless it wouldn’t sadly last long, he couldn’t stay here.

It was great having you in his arms and doing things he’d only wished to do with you if it hadn’t been the distance keeping you. You were a scientist that did work often and he loved surprising you at work while you worked on your next experiment. When Barry finally told you that he had to go and leave Flashpoint, you both were devastated. But the Flashpoint you encouraged him on to go and stop the other him from saving his mom, it was the best for both of you. The burnet left and Flashpoint didn’t exist, mom was dead and he with you was no longer a reality. Surely Bar would’ve loved to stay with you in Flashpoint and have his mom back but it wasn’t right for him to keep.

However some things were a bit different from the last time when he went to S.T.A.R labs, checking out how things were. Cisco and the others of course was happy to have him back but there was big change. Involving you even though it wasn’t Flashpoint you as you didn’t work for S.T.A.R labs but for a different place. You were more uniform and like Catlin, you were a scientist while part of Team Flash. “Hello Barklf-“ You were cut off by a pair lips while you stood in shock while Barry pulled away whom thought you be a little like Flashpoint where you two dated.

However that wasn’t the case as Barry’s face fell when you looked at him funny and wiped your mouth. “Barry, what the hell!?” You said before turning heels and storming off. The speedster for awhile tried to make amends with you as you avoided him as much as possible, nothing seemed to work until he found out that you and Eddie were a couple. Now Barry is trying to figure out you got together with Eddie instead of him while you two would be engaged. And he be the one sitting in the bench by aisle watching you get married to someone that wasn’t him, a nightmare instead of being a pleasant dream.

Maybe you two weren’t meant to be or was it something else?