with a smile on his face


Happy Birthday to my favourite person in the world! 

Time to get sappy!

23 years have passed since your beautiful, sweet mom held you in her arms for the first time. 23 years of growing into the person you are today, a person who brings a smile on the faces of so many people all over the world. A person who’s loved, cherished, and thought of every day. A person who’s admired for his courage and perseverance, chasing his dreams regardless of the sacrifices and hardships. You’ve come such a long way, proving everyone who told you you couldn’t do it so, so wrong, facing your fears and pushing through the tough times. You’ve worked so hard, and now you’re here. 

It’s hard to describe how your bright smile lights up so many people’s dark days, how much you inspire us just by being yourself. Your laugh, your silly antics, your love for your family and friends, your love for people in general, your humour, your fanservice and just the overall pure goodness of your golden heart. 

You love your fans and your fans love you, and while we appreciate everything you do for us, we only want you to be happy and healthy. Keep growing, dear Jackson, but i hope you also stay the beautiful person you are today. I hope GOT7 and your Ahgases bring you as much joy as you bring them, we love you so much! Happy Birthday! ♡

/ graphic based on and inspired by @jwxngs /

kid, you’ll move mountains

for @tinseltowncloud

“And this right here is my all-time favorite poem,” Derek coos. Will can’t see him or Teddy from where he’s standing, hidden behind the half-closed door, but he can imagine the fond, happy smile that’s been on Derek’s face since they took Teddy home last week.

Teddy’s happy gurgling seems to be an affirmation to Derek, and then there’s some rustling - probably Derek getting settled in the rocking chair. Will tries to rack his brain for Derek’s favorite poem, but for some reason he’s drawing a blank.

“You know, your grandmas used to read this to me all the time when I was a baby. And I liked it back then, but I never really loved it until I was in college. It was what used to get me through the bad days - that is, until Daddy came along, and he started getting me through the bad days, too. So I’m going to read this to you, and it might not really make sense to you now, or you might just like it, but maybe when you’re older it’ll get you through some bad days, too.”

Will can already feel the tears forming at the corners of his eyes, and Derek hasn’t even started reading the poem yet.

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During the After Kegster (ep 3.5)

Downstairs, the kegster is still in full swing. Bitty can feel the music vibrating up through the floor as he paces his room. He only has a couple of minutes before Jack needs to join him, and he can’t sit still in excitement. His excuse to leave the party–making sure his room is still locked and vomit free–will only buy him a little time.

He’s been desperate to be alone with Jack all night. He just wants to talk to him and smile at him and knock that hat off his head and not worry about who will see. He wants to talk to Jack about the game and also kiss his face.

He paces the short length of his room again and checks his phone. He wonders if Jack got caught up talking to someone and can’t get past them. He starts to think he should give up and go back downstairs and try again later. But Jack can’t stay all night, he’s got to go home soon.

Bitty flips his phone over in his hands a few times and starts towards the door to check the hallway to see if Jack is on his way when there’s a gentle knock.

He composes himself but still opens the door embarrassingly fast and Jack grins at him from the other side, as handsome as ever with his Samwell hat flipped backwards on his head.

“I was starting to think I’d been stood up,” Bitty says softly.

Jack leans in close, not quite kissing, and backs Bitty into the room while shutting the door behind them with his foot. The moment he hears the door click, he rocks forward the rest of the way and kisses Bitty solidly, pushing his hands into his hair.

He pulls away and says, “Hi,” and kisses Bitty again before he can respond. Jack covers Bitty’s face with short kisses and walks them towards the bed. Bitty laughs and pushes at Jack’s chest when Jack kisses his temple and nuzzles his hair.

“Jack! Honey, calm down.”

“You’re so great,” Jack says and kisses him again. Bitty makes a muffled noise and huffs when Jack pulls away again.

“Let me breathe, lord.”

“No can do, Bits. You were so good tonight. You’re so good. I’m so proud.”

“Oh come on–”

Jack pushes Bitty backwards until the backs of his knees hit the bed and keeps pushing until he climbs back onto it. Jack flops down next to him and leans over to kiss him again.

“I wanted to kiss you in the locker room,” he says.

“Me too.”

They take a moment to look at each other, just look and be next to each other and grin.

Bitty reaches out and grabs Jack’s hat and tosses it away.

Haha no for real tho where is the 100k shance zombie apocalypse au fic where Shiro and Lance low key knew each other before and Lance was hella looking up to + crushing on him, then when they meet again Shiro has a tight group of tough survivors, he’s missing a hand and that spark his eyes used to have.

They’ve all seen some shit, but Shiro… he can’t even recognize him anymore. It’s the same voice, vaguely the same face, but the man? Gone.

All of Lance’s attempts at bringing back the lively, smiling Shiro he used to know and adore fail. There’s only the stone faced leader the plague has made him. And sure, he can still be compassionate, but there’s no warmth behind it. Only duty.

Lance almost gives up when it happens. One night, after a successful raid, they all drink as a celebration. Lance laughs, sings, plays the guitar they found a few weeks back. He glances at Shiro almost as much as Shiro glances at him, only because they’re both stupid clueless dumbasses who don’t believe they deserve the other, neither of them notices.

Only Lance does see something. A smile. The first genuine one he’s seen since they found him. It’s small, almost hidden by the dark, but Lance catches it. And it takes his breath away. His fingers fumble on the strings and he actually stops playing because he gets so flustered. Everyone laugh, and by the time he catches Shiro’s face again, the smile is gone. But now he has hope.

From then on, it’s just a waiting game. Lance will bring him flowers, use ridiculous pick up lines to make him laugh, sing and play the guitar whenever he just can… and it works. Shiro is recognizable again. A changed man, but not a completely different one. He smiles more, even cracks a joke every now and then. Slowly, warmth seeps back into him. His lips are definitely warm when he kisses Lance by the fire one late night, after everyone already went to sleep.

So….. where is it? What do you mean it doesn’t exist???? I need it :’(

Blue and Blood

So, I hear some of you Voltron peeps like to beat up Lance …

Inspired by http://kaxpha.tumblr.com/post/157124314218/heres-a-lotance-klance-video-ive-been-working but NOT based on it. I decided not to do Klance this time around, even though I do ship it. No ships in this fic. May write some more. Post season 2, except Shiro didn’t actually go anywhere, lol.

Hurt/comfort, Lance!whump

It had taken far too many months to track down Lance. Shiro had lost count of the days since his teammate had willingly surrendered himself to Galran Prince Lotor in order to save the others. The Blade of Marmora had been reluctant to offer help until Allura helpfully pointed out that they couldn’t form Voltron with a Paladin missing.

It made Shiro a little sick to think about it. The look on Lotor’s face as he had wrapped his arms possessively around the Blue Paladin and petted his hair – Shiro couldn’t get the image of that predatory smile out of his head. It awakened from his fitful sleep and drove him harder when it seemed like their leads were about to dry up.

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Mute Part 12

Part 11

Genre: Mostly fluff
Words: 2,722
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Rape mentions (pls don’t read if this will trigger anything & also i’m here to listen if anyone needs to talk)
Summary: Bucky doesn’t know what to do when traumatizing events result in your witty remarks dying down to nothing.

“(Y/N), how have you been feeling lately?”

You took a deep breath, letting your body relax in the seat facing your therapist. You had been seeing her for about four months now, starting a couple of days after you put a pause on things with Bucky. Tony had set the meetings up for you, and he had said that this woman was the person he went to when he went off the rail from his own problems not too long ago. She was amazing at her job, he had said. And you couldn’t disagree.

You felt a genuine smile spread across your face as you nodded your head slightly in glee. “I feel great.” You informed her of how your nightmares that had occurred a couple of times per week now only invaded your sleep maybe every other week if you were stressed. You told her about how you were learning to lower your walls around people and about how you no longer needed to establish boundaries with your teammates. You told her about how you had been happier lately, learning to enjoy the little things in life that you had let go of before. You now felt excited when you smelt a surprise breakfast of pancakes being cooked while making your way to the kitchen in the morning. You laughed with your teammates at corny jokes and comedic movies. You participated in game nights and had fun while doing so. You started smiling, once again. And you weren’t the only one.

Bucky had watched you from a distance with loving eyes. In the beginning of your break, he had been miserable, and you could tell. You both were. But it had paid off. There were sleepless nights when you could barely breathe over your sobs and Bucky could barely think over the sounds you were making. There were times when you wanted to say fuck it and crawl into his waiting arms. But the two of you endured.

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teasing imagine

here’s an unrealistic smut-ish teasing imagine by your fave rat

☁︎ Dan giggled softly to himself when he saw the look on Phil’s face.

☁︎ A few minutes ago, Dan had “dropped” his pencil during an important Radio 1 meeting, but as he bent over he moaned.

☁︎ After that, he set his hand dangerously close to Phil’s crotch.

☁︎ Phil just stared at Dan, with a look on his face asking what the hell Dan was up too. 

☁︎ Dan smiled innocently and let his hand crawl closer to Phil’s cock.

☁︎ After the meeting, everyone headed home.

☁︎ Phil had to use all of his will power to not spank Dan in the cab on their way home.

☁︎ When they got to their flat, Phil slammed the door closed.

☁︎ “Daniel James Howell, do you know how much trouble you’re in?” He said in a low, dominating voice.

☁︎ “Yes daddy.” Dan responded, biting his lip to hold back a smirk.

☁︎ “Go upstairs right now. I want you bent over the bed, fully unclothed in two minutes.” Phil instructed.

☁︎ “Y-Yes sir.” Dan said and quickly dashed up the stairs

#23-Past Abuse (Harry)


Request: Can you do a preference where he finds out you were abused in a past relationship

A/N: If there is the possibility of this triggering you, please don’t read this. This is not meant to romanticized abuse in any way. 

Warning: descriptions of abuse, crying, a nightmare.

You’d woken up that morning, haunted by a dream you’d had that night. It was him, it was always him. He would raise his hand, and bring it down across your face, or he would connect his foot with your ribs. He would squeeze your upper arms or wrists to the point where you thought that your bones would give. You’d try and stay silent, but small whimpers would escape your lips.

“Good morning, love,” Harry said, from behind you. You jumped slightly, before turning and smiling at him.

“Good morning, Harry,” You murmured, walking over to him. He put his arms around you, and you repressed a shiver at the feeling of his touch.

“How are you this morning?” Harry inquired.

“How are you?” You deflected, hoping that he wouldn’t pay attention to the deflection.

“I’m alright, love,” Harry quietly said. “Wondering if you would like to come to lunch with the boys  and I soon?”

“Yeah, that sounds great,” You murmured, giving him a slight smile. You went upstairs to get dressed, showering to try and shake off the memory of your dream. You quickly got dressed, and the two of you left your home.

“Hey, Niall, Liam, Louis,” Harry said, greeting the boys.

“Hey, Harry. Hi, (Y/N),” They greeted, smiling at the two of you. The five of you sat, and you began to look over the menu. The waiter soon came by, and all of you ordered drinks. You ordered dinner soon afterwards, and ate, all of you talking. When it was time to leave, you all stood, and Niall moved towards you. You gasped slightly, biting your lower lip and flinching away from him, fear evident in your eyes.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” Niall quietly said.

“I-I’m fine, Niall,” You whispered, turning towards Harry. “Are you ready to go, Harry?”

“Yeah, let’s go, love,” Harry replied, putting an arm around your waist. You tried to hide your flinch, but, evident from the expression on Niall’s face, it didn’t go unnoticed.

“Harry, can I talk to you for a moment?” Niall inquired. Harry turned towards Niall, and took in the furious expression on his face.

“Sure, Niall. Love, hang out with Liam and Louis for a moment?” Harry inquired.

“Yeah, sure,” You replied, watching the two of them leave.


“What did you do to her, mate?” Niall snapped, his expression furious.

“What? What do you mean, Niall?” Harry asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“She flinches every time someone comes near her, Harry! She flinched when I went to hug her, she flinched when you put your arm around her! Has someone been hurting her? Because, so help me, if they have….” Niall angrily said.

“She’s been flinching? I mean….she was jumpy this morning, but I just figured she didn’t hear me come in….” Harry whispered.

“You better talk to her, Harry,” Niall sighed, before the two of them walked back into the restaurant.


You and Harry left soon after he came back in, his brow furrowed in worry, which you didn’t notice. Harry drove the two of you home, glancing over at you repeatedly. You stepped out of the car, heading inside. You changed into your pajamas, and slipped under the covers, exhausted from the tension that you felt.

“Love?” Harry called, coming up the stairs. He paused in your doorway, biting his lower lip.

He quickly slid off his jeans and put on a pair of pajama pants, before getting into bed next to you.

“Harry….I’m sorry.” You whispered.

“What are you sorry for, love?” Harry quietly asked.

“For not being honest with you,” You quietly replied.

“It’s okay, love,” Harry murmured, holding his arms out. You moved closer to him, hiding your face in his chest.

“It was my ex-he….he would get so angry with me,” You whispered, tears gathering in your eyes. “He would hurt me.”

“I won’t ever let him near you, love,” Harry quietly said, gently pressing his lips to your forehead. “He won’t touch you ever again.”

Written by Angel xx

What I love the most is Rob getting hugs at Cons

Like, look at this

I just love seeing this

Look at his smile

Look at her smile

Both parties most certainly enjoy it

I most certainly enjoy seeing them smile and laugh and hug each other

Rob is so smol and precious and I bet that the cast knows that, too

Like, look at how some of them hug him

If I was tall enough, I would hug him like that as well

This is cuteness overload

I’m pretty sure I died a few photos back

Maybe I should stop (Jim’s face, tho)

Like, how can one be this cute?

Rob, stop that

You’re killing me

You’re going to be the death of me

You are the death of me

Jesus fucking Christ kill me now

Precious lil smol bean

Undeniable Heat Chapter 25: Discharged

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1150 Words

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

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3 Days Later

“I can’t believe I finally get to leave this place!” You exclaimed as the nurse checked all of your vital signs for the last time. Jensen stood off to the side, watching with a nervous grimace on his face. He was looking forward to this just as much as you. Giving him a reassuring smile, you looked up at the nurse as she finished her checklist.

“You’re good to go.” She told you. “Of course you’re going to need to follow the doctor’s orders, and rest, a lot, but you should do much better at home where you are more comfortable, with your loved ones watching over you.”

At those words, your gaze traveled back over to Jensen. While he hadn’t been around as much as you would have liked, he had still been a constant in your hospital stay. And if he was busy filming he had one of his friends, or even a hired security guard with you, making sure nothing had happened.

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Rick x Negan x Reader threesome!

(Request: This is crazy.. but could you please do a reader rick and negan threesome?)

Note: Enjoy!!

Warning: smut, anal

Originally posted by hughxjackman

You leaned your head against the windows in one of Negan’s trucks. You were driving to Alexandria to pick up the supplies they owed you, but all you could think about was Rick. You had felt so sorry for him during the line-up, mostly because all you could think about was how big his cock must feel.

“You alright (y/n)?”

You looked to your side and saw Negan eyeing you suspiciously.

“I’m good, why?”

“You have that look on your face” he said with a big grin.

“What look?” you asked curiously. You laughed when he smiled at you and gave you a wink. “You got that aroused look on your face, I can see how dark your eyes have gone. You want some dick?” he asked, cockiness dripping off of his voice.

“Shut up” you rolled your eyes, hoping that he would carry on assuming you were getting aroused over him.

You continued in the car for another half an hour before you finally pulled up to the Alexandrian gates. You stepped out the truck and swung your rifle across your shoulder. You watched as Negan called out to Rick, letting him know of your presence. You were standing behind Negan when Rick appeared at the gate. His eyes immediately fell on you and you noticed them change, they then flicked up to yours and you winked at him.

“Don’t make me ask” Negan said, he had some seriousness in his voice but there was always a hint of amusement.

Rick said nothing as he opened up the gates and you could see some of the group walking over.

“You all know what to do so get to it!” Negan shouted at you and the rest of the saviors. You all started to walk to different houses, storming in and taking what you wanted. You approached one house and you heard footsteps behind you.

“Wait! That’s my house” Rick said, out of breath. You continued to walk up the steps to his house and you opened up the door to find a young boy and a baby inside.

“Carl, take Judith and wait outside” Rick said, stepping out of the way so Carl and Judith could pass.

Once they had left Rick shut the door behind him and stared at you. “I won’t take a lot” you giggled innocently, walking over to the cupboards in the kitchen and looking at what was there. You made sure to wiggle your hips as you walked, pushing out your butt as you stretched over the counter to reach for stuff.

“Hey Rick, would you mind helping me out? I’m too short to reach that” you said, almost teasing him with your cute voice. He hesitated before coming over to you. You could see it in his eyes, he wanted you just as much as you wanted him, but since you were on the ‘bad side’ he would never make the first move. As he reached up to grab the can of beans you looked at his arms, veins just visible on his skin and his muscles reacting to his movement. He handed you the can and you made sure that your fingers brushed together. You looked up at him, seeing him already staring at you when suddenly his lips were on yours, and the can had fallen to the floor. You moaned into the kiss as his fingers dug into your waist, and you wrapped your hands in his curly hair. You broke away from the kiss so that you could start to take your jeans off, Rick doing the same and fumbling with his belt. Once you were both naked from the waist down your lips clashed together again, and Rick moaned into your mouth as his tip started to rub against your wet slits. Rick lifted you up and sat you on the counter, the material feeling cold against your bare ass. You wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him closer and forcing him to push inside of you. He didn’t take his time as he pushed his full length into you, not stopping to let you adjust. He thrusted into you wildly, letting out grunts against your neck where he left rough kisses.

You heard the door open and your eyes grew wide as you stared at Negan in shock. Rick immediately looked behind when he saw you weren’t concentrating on him and he quickly pulled out of you and moved away.

“Negan-” You started but he raised his hand to silence you. He started to grin, and you didn’t know if that was a good sign or a bad one.

“Would you look at that! Ricks getting in on all the action without me!” Negan laughed and approached you, starting to unbuckle his belt. Rick said nothing as he looked to the ground, trying hide his erection from Negan.

“This aint the time to be scared Rick! Carry on with what you’re doing, just one thing, I get the back door” He winked at Rick and then at you.

You giggled at Negans words but Rick was a little hesitant at first. You jumped down from the counter and led rick to the sofa, Negan following behind now in only his shirt and jacket. You pushed Rick down on the sofa and straddled him before lowering yourself onto his cock. He tried to hold back a moan but the pleasure was all too much. He leaned his head back as you continued to bounce on him.

“You’re such a dirt girl, aren’t you?” Negan asked, coming up behind you and kissing your neck. “I knew you wanted some dick, I could see it in your eyes” he laughed into your neck, sending goose bumps down your skin. Between Negans dirty words and Ricks moans, you were getting closer to your release.

You felt Negan begin to push his tip into your ass, stretching you out. You were used to his size though, you did this every two weeks or so back at the sanctuary. As he stretched you out he let out a deep moan, moving his body forward and wrapping his arms around your waist. You started to moan when the two men were thrusting in you at the same rhythm. Rick started to rub his fingers against your clit, sending adrenaline coursing through your veins. You leaned your arms on Ricks shoulders and rested your head in the crook of his neck as he continued to leave kisses on you. You noticed Rick was kind of a more romantic guy in bed, whereas Negan was a straight up animal, pulling your hair, whispering dirty things in your ear and just fucking your brains out.

“I’m close” you moaned. At this Rick’s finger movement sped up and Negan continued to pound into you fast, bringing along your orgasm a lot faster than usual. It took over your whole body, there was no warning sign as your eyes hazed over, all noise was blocked out and you could only concentrate on the pleasure both men were pushing into you.

Once you had finished your high both Negan and Rick came, Rick quickly pulled out of you and you jerked him off until his warm liquid spilled onto your hand. Negan finished off inside of you, staying still for a couple of seconds as he rode out his high. You got off of Rick’s lap and collapsed on the sofa next to him, watching Negan put on his boxers and jeans. He walked over to the counter and threw your clothes at you, telling you to hurry up because they were ready to leave.

You quickly changed and left Rick with a kiss on his cheek. “Until next time!” you said, walking out of the house and following Negan to his car.

Imagine face masks and pillow talk with Chris.

A/N: Look who had some time before bed to write? :D This is inspired by a conversation I had with the lovely @chrisevanshh about face masks. I just couldn’t resist, Ava. 😂

You rested your head on Chris’ chest, which rose and fell steadily as he kissed your hair with a satisfied smile dancing on his lips. It had been another predictable night in, in the beautiful Los Angeles home that you shared with your boyfriend. Let’s just say the two of you were making full use of the time you had left together before you both left for your respective trips; his being a work trip, and yours being a holiday that minimized your time without him.

You’d learned over the years that a holiday was always good to take your mind off missing your boyfriend, so every time he left the state- you did too, choosing a new city or country to explore for as long as your visitor’s visa would allow before returning home to deal with the lonely repercussions of long distance. The first few weeks were always the hardest, even with Dodger’s company- you hated being in that house without Chris, so Japan it was.

It was pretty obvious that neither of you were ready to leave the other, in fact- there hadn’t been a single discussion about the upcoming trips you were both about to take because that wasn’t a conversation that could be had without tears. What made things worst this time was that Chris was going to be gone for nine months instead of six, he wasn’t even gone yet and you could already feel how long and hard those nine months were going to be. You could visit him, yes, but you both knew what it was like after the visits- that couldn’t last more than a week tops- ended.

“Your hands are so short and stubby,” you giggled softly as you entwined your fingers with Chris’; you heard him chuckle softly because this wasn’t the first time he’d heard you tell him that. “They’re like mine,” you looked up and him and grinned, “we’re hand twins.”

“Your hands are nothing like mine.” He laughed, pulling your entwined hands up to take a closer look though he already had every inch of your body memorized like his favorite song. “They’re so long and straight and soft, like a baby’s butt.” He teased and you giggled, pulling your hand out of his to make little chomping movements.

“Yeah, they’re also like little chubby baby hands.” You used your hand to chomp his nose and he laughed, wiggling his nose. “Chomp chomp chomp,” you said then giggled to yourself. “Do you remember Deadpool’s baby hand in the movie? It was so weird, chomp chomp.”

“You’re so weird,” he chuckled, taking your hand in his and locking his fingers with yours. “And your hands are perfect, like everything else about you.” He kissed your fingers and you smiled, which falter when you heard him heave a sigh. “I’m going to miss you,” he mumbled into your hair.

You said nothing in response, you just played with his fingers because you didn’t want to start that conversation just yet. You had until Friday at the airport to say your goodbyes, until then- it was going to be sunshine, rainbows, and weird conversations that made you giggle.

“What time’s your flight?” He asked as you simultaneously tried to change the subject with, “do you want to do a face mask with me?” He narrowed his eyes at you before darting his gaze to the clock hanging on the bedroom wall, “are you- it’s like three in the morning, Y/N. Why on earth would we do a face mask now?”

“Why on earth wouldn’t we?” You pulled your hand away and sat up, grinning. “C'mon, it’ll be fun.” You heard him sigh as you hopped off the bed and disappeared into the ensuite with the dim light of your bedside lamp guiding you.

Of course, Chris knew what you were doing; you always did things like these when he brought up anything involving your respective departures. But seeing as he didn’t want to upset you, he went along with whatever form of distraction your mind came up with. The other night when he’d tried to talk about scheduling FaceTime sessions, you’d changed the subject with ‘Cookies & Cream’ ice-cream and 'Aladdin’; two things you knew he couldn’t say no to, and so- that conversation was successfully postponed.

“Here you go, it’s cucumber and melon.” You tossed the packet at him and sat back down on the bed, tearing the foil packaging open. “It’s not one of those painful peel off ones,” you chuckled when you saw him studying the back of the packet. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Good,” he chuckled, ripping his packet open. “Because bearded me would not appreciate that at all, nor would he find it relaxing. Okay, um-” he pulled the white cloth mask out of the packet with narrowed eyes. “How am I meant to do this again? Does this-” he tried to put it on upside down, making you laugh. “That doesn’t seem right, there’s two holes for the mouth?”

“Don’t pretend like this is the first time you’ve used one of these, Mr. fancy-actor-man,” you teased him and he chuckled. “If you want me to do it for you, just ask,” you put your packet aside and took his mask out of his hands. “Lie down and close your eyes.” You instructed and he did as you asked. “Just gotta line it up with your eyes, nose, and mouth before I smooth it out. There,” you gently patted it down then smiled at him when he opened his eyes.

“Do I look beautiful yet?” He quizzed, striking a finger gun gesture under his chin.

“You know you’re always beautiful, baby,” you answered and chuckled when he did. “Now I just gotta get mine on,” you laid down as he sat up, taking your packet from your hands. “I thought you didn’t know how to do it?” You teased him as he helped you with yours.

“Mr. fancy-actor-man just wanted his pretty girlfriend’s perfect hands on his face,” he managed a wink despite his facial movements being restricted by the face mask; you laughed. “Stop laughing,” he chuckled. “I can’t put this on you if you don’t stop.” You pressed your lips together and closed your eyes, trying not to smile at how gentle he was being. “Done and done.” He booped your nose as you opened your eyes, making you giggle.

“Do I look beautiful yet?” You quizzed, striking the same finger gun gesture under your chin.

“Maybe in half an hour,” he answered and laughed when you scoffed, slapping his arm. “I’m kidding,” he chuckled. “You know you’re always beautiful, baby.” He winked again, causing his face mask to slip slightly. “It’s like my face is melting off,” he laughed and readjusted it before laying back down; you both closed your eyes. “I don’t understand how people find this relaxing, it’s like a wet cloth over my face.”

“It smells really nice though,” you said and heard him hum in agreement.

“Hey, baby?” You felt him slip his hand into yours and you entwined your fingers with his, humming to prompt a continuation from him. “We’re going to have to talk about it eventually, you know that right?” You heaved an overly dramatic sigh and he chuckled softly. “We don’t have to talk about it now, but eventually. You’re leaving on Friday-”

“We can talk about it then,” you cut him off. “We’re relaxing now, Chris.”

“What are you so afraid of, Y/N?” He asked, propping himself up on an elbow as he looked over at you; you opened your eyes when you felt his gaze burn into your skin. “It’s not like this is our first time experiencing long distance, we’ve been dating for years- we survived the previous Marvel movies fine, so why are you being so weird about this one?”

“Because you’re going away for nine months this time, Chris,” you said then peeled off your mask and sat up. He sighed and did the same; he grabbed a tissue for you and himself to wipe of the remaining residue. “Nine months is a long time, I’m just worried that we won’t make it this time.”

“Are you serious?” His eyes narrowed but there was a smile on his lips; you nodded and he chuckled. “Y/N-” he took your hands in his. “I love you, you know that right?” You sighed and nodded. “No, I don’t think you do if you’re legitimately concern about this.”

“I do, I just-”

“I see the rest of my life with you,” he cut you off, smiling. “You are everything to me, there is no future without you. Do you understand that? When I close my eyes, you are all I see.” You felt your lips quirk into a smile. “And I’ll bet you anything that nine months isn’t going to change that- in fact, I’ll bet you my entire net worth.”

“What if it does?”

“I fly over, write you a check, and win you back while I’m at it.” He smiled when you chuckled, realizing how ridiculous you were being for worrying about any of it. “I promise you, I’m not going anywhere.” He cupped your face in his hands and pecked your lips. “And I’m not letting you go anywhere either.”

“I love you, Chris,” you smiled.

“I love you too, worry wart,” he smiled.

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Welcome Home pt.1

Magnus was waiting impatiently at the Institute for Alec to arrive. He had been gone for three days on a mission to Idris along with Izzy, Clary and Jace. He was pacing the floor, giving quick glances to where they were due to portal in. He knew that they were alright because of the constant stream of messages they had been exchanging while he had been away but he knew he wouldn’t rest until he had him in his arms again.

Magnus heard a noise, and saw the portal appear. He stopped his pacing his heart beat jumping in anticipation. Izzy came through first, then clary and Jace and finally Alec. They all looked tired and scruffy from their travels but the second Alec saw Magnus he flew straight to him, wrapping him in his arms. Magnus felt his whole body relax against him. Finally he had his Shadowhunter back right where he wanted him. He pulled away from Alec slightly, smiling into his face.

“Welcome home, beautiful boy, I’ve missed you so much.” He said softly.

“I missed you too, Mags.” Alec replied and he bent his head to kiss him. Cheers went up from around the room and they broke apart, looking around the room with slightly embarrassed grins.

“Ok, ok that’s enough.” Alec said, but he still hadn’t let Magnus go.

“If you two can keep your hands off each other for a while, Aldertree will want to see us about Idris.” Jace told them. Alec sighed and rested his head against Magnus’. There was always something.

“Yeah, yeah just let me catch my breath for a bit first?”

“Damn, and here I was hoping to take your breath away.” Magnus said softly to him, one ringed finger tracing down his cheek. Alec looked down at his face and watched as he allowed his glamour to drop and reveal his glowing cat’s eyes. He knew they turned Alec on and he wouldn’t be able to resist them.

“I’ll meet you outside Aldertree’s office in a half hour.” Alec told Jace and before he could reply he grabbed Magnus’ hand and headed for the hallway that led to the bedrooms.

Even though Alec lived with Magnus at the loft, he still kept his room at the Institute for emergencies or overnight meetings. They walked as quickly as they could to his room, not wanting to waist anytime. Alec opened the door and pulled Magnus in with him. It was almost pitch black inside, a faint glow of moonlight coming through the window. Alec didn’t bother turning on the lights though, he had only one thing on his mind. Magnus. He took him by the front of his jacket and pushed the warlock up against the door, slamming it closed. He slammed his mouth down to his in a deep heated kiss. He moaned softly, feeling the familiar tickle of Magnus’ goatee on his skin.

When they see you in your bathing suit for the first time.

A/N: This is the second one that I promised the nonnie that I have been ignoring lol. I didn’t mean to take this long work is killer guys!! Anyways I hope you like it! 

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Jin would have a hard time, he would want to be a gentleman about it but you looked really good! He would try not to stare, he would be fidgeting and trying to look somewhere else that you would think that something was wrong.

“What’s wrong Jin?” You would look really concerned.

“Nothing!” He said not making eye contact.

“Then why won’t you look at me?” You asked.

He tried but he failed and his face got all red.

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Man Face Monday - This Face Makes the World Better Edition

Hello Cupcakes! I have a cold. Invest in Puffs. I am making huge purchases of the with Lotion variety. Happily, Mr. Man’s face has provided a pleasant distraction from the coughing and the ick. I have gone back to find some fun older images from a season past, when at least the faintest smile crossed his lovely mug. Let’s do some face, shall we? Let me know if you had a favorite. 

My personal favorite of the set. Pillow mountains and lovely everything. 

But then, wow. Pretty. 

Happy face makes me happy as well. 

I love the dangerous eyes. Scary pretty.

Pillow mountains, FTW.

To close on a very happy note, here’s a super smiley gif I did not make. Bless the giftmaker with many hugs and chocolates, universe. 

So, that is Monday. That is some Man Face worth thinking about all week, I hope. Very excited to see where the show is going. Very excited to read amazing Olicity fanfics to get me through the various and sundry. I hope that you have a very wonderful week ahead. I recommend you save that gif and put it somewhere to lift your spirits on the down days!

Until Wednesday, my friends. Until Wednesday. Tags after the break. 

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Happy Ending (Prince Adam)

word count: 397

request: So beast after he’s human again x reader (Who replaced bell. So like (Y/N) instead of belle?) And like steamy kissing and fluff?

requested by: @makingpeoplesmile97

a/n: Fluff? Something I will never get right. I also don’t think it helped that I wrote this while listening to music like NWA, Kanye West…etc. It’s short and hopefully sweet. Again, Fluff isn’t exactly my specialty. Angst on the other hand? Yeeep.

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@cartoonbooknerd: it’s bughead wedding reception and perfect by ed sheeran is their song. They are dancing totally enhanced by each other to notice anything else. There is a big movie screen with clips throughout high school and college days of cute moments and hardships that the gang secretly had filed RelationshipGoals everyone else just watching that. Bughead is totally oblivious. Jellybean is there in mix

@kgrzywnowicz requested a part two to this fic, and the prompt fit so well with it being dancing again that I decided to keep them in the same universe. Thanks for the suggestion!

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the bride and groom to the floor for their first dance,” Kevin announced over the microphone, leading the applause that broke out underneath the white gazebo. Jughead held out his hand to Betty, smiling with unrestrained awe as he gazed upon the flawless face of his wife.

“Come here, green eyes.” Betty bit her lower lip, slipping her fingers through his and letting him lead her to the middle of the room as he had done so many times before. She looped her arms around his neck, fingers playing gently with the soft curls at the nape of his neck, free from his beanie - despite how much she loved him in it, she’d drawn the line at wearing it on their wedding day. He hadn’t minded, she was the only security blanket he needed now. His own arms wound round her waist, pulling her tight against him, eyes never leaving hers. They began to sway gently as the music started playing.

I found a love for me
Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead
Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet
Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

The world blurred away as it always did when they were together, holding onto each other like anchors grounding one another on the turbulent sea that was their lives in Riverdale.

“Do you remember the first time we danced together?” she whispered, voice barely audible as she dared to break the perfect silence. Jughead smirked, looking down briefly before returning his gaze to hers, unable to look away for long. 

“Of course I do, it was the first time I got to kiss you,” he reminisced, heart fluttering at Betty’s grin. “You were also wearing your cheerleader uniform, I’d have difficulty ever forgetting that,” he teased, eyes sparkling. Betty’s mouth dropped open in mock scandal, tugging lightly where her hands still rested in his hair to chastise his crudeness. 

“Yeah, well… you know I think I still have that,” she crooned, looking away in fake innocence, the mischievous glint in her eye betraying her. Jughead gulped.

“Save it for the honeymoon, Mrs Jones,” he murmured slightly choked. Betty sighed at the use of her new name. She’d never get over hearing that. They were one, now and forever, always equal, always together. 

‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Not knowing what it was
I will not give you up this time
But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own
And in your eyes, you’re holding mine

They barely noticed the screen lighting up behind them as they twirled across the makeshift hardwood floor that had been set up in the middle of the field for the reception. The midsummer moonlight was so bright, illuminating the couple like a spotlight from nature, like even the universe knew they were meant to be. The inside of the gazebo was shrouded in hundreds of soft yellow string lights, like a flurry of fireflies floating through the air. 

The crowd cooed and awwed as a video of the couple showed up on screen, slightly retouched from when it had first been posted but still shaky. It was Betty and Jughead, years younger but still looking at each other with the same adoring expressions, spinning around the old Blue and Gold office. From looking at the clip you’d believe they were carefree teenagers, falling in lust for the first time, no murder, so secrets, no lies. Just Betty and Jughead, how it was always supposed to be. 

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favourite song
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

“You look so beautiful, Betts,” Jughead said, shaking his head almost in disbelief at the girl he held in his arms. He couldn’t believe this angel was his. Her gold and honey hair hung round her shoulders in loose waves. Jughead was aware of the cliche of a summer wedding but he just couldn’t resist the way Betty looked with flowers strewn throughout her hair, yellow and orange daisies, complimenting her lightly tanned skin, making her glow. Her white dress was slightly off the shoulder, cinching her in delicately at the waist before flowing to the ground in a pool of satin and lace. He’d never seen such a vision; she took his breath away and he didn’t ever want it back. 

The screen behind them changed, flicking through various clips of the couple together, all secretly filmed by their friends throughout their lives. Betty and Jughead lying together on the school field, Betty laughing freely at something he’d said to Veronica, causing the raven-haired girl to narrow her eyes at him. Betty sneaking up to Jughead as he napped on the old plaid couch in their office, the sharpie in her hand barely touching his upper lip before his eyes snapped open and he tackled her onto the chair, fingers relentlessly attacking her sides as she gasped out for him to stop. Both of them, completely unaware of the camera as they kissed in their graduation robes, happy that they’d finally made it through, together. Clips of them on the beach, at one of Archie’s barbecues, Veronica’s fashion business launch, Kevin’s wedding. Jughead, hopping nervously from foot to foot as she told him to stand still, what was his problem? Him taking a deep breath as he slid to the ground, balancing on one knee as he told the love of his life that he never wanted to be apart from her, for as long as he walked upon this godforsaken planet. A close up of Betty’s eyes, overflowing with tears, as she nodded her head violently, cupping Jughead’s face as he came up to press a long lingering kiss to her shaking lips. 

Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know
She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home
I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets
To carry love, to carry children of our own
We are still kids, but we’re so in love
Fighting against all odds

A clip of Betty and Jughead in front of their new home, the white picket fence everything Jughead would never admit to anyone but Betty he’d always wanted. 

“I’m so glad we made it, Juggie. Despite everything we’re here,” Betty whispered, her eyes misting over. He leaned down to kiss her forehead, own eyelids blinking rapidly. 

“Me too, Betts. Never doubted it.” 

He couldn’t wait to build a life together, the next chapter in what they had already written. A life, a family. Jughead’s chest tightened at the thought of waking up next to this wonderful woman for the rest of time, her stomach swollen and radiant with their first child, running around with their children in their backyard, taking their family around the world, exploring everything they could in the time they’d been given. It was so perfect it made his head spin. 

I have faith in what I see
Now I know I have met an angel in person
And she looks perfect

Other couples had started to filter onto the dance floor, surrounding them as they continued to be lost in each other. If this was the best his life got, Jughead thought, then he could die happy. This, Betty, here in his arms, was enough. Always. 

Betty felt a small tap on her shoulder and dragged her eyes away from her husband’s to find Jellybean standing behind her, grinning. 

“Mind if I cut in? I hear my brother is quite the dancer,” she quipped, clearly getting her sense of humour from her brother. Jughead scowled at her jokingly as Betty laughed and released him from her hold. 

“Be my guest, JB,” she replied, casting one last look at Jughead. Before she could move away further, Jellybean enveloped her in a hug, leaning in close to whisper in her ear. 

“Thank you, Betty. For everything you’ve done for him.” A tear slipped down Betty’s flushed cheek.

“The pleasure was all mine.”