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Eyes Closed ;; Tom Holland


summary: tom and the reader are roommates and he has to close his eyes to help her out in certain situations

warnings: uhhh mentionings of nudity and some foul language


“Thomas!” I yell from the bathroom, hiding my bare, cold, and wet body from behind the shower curtain.

God this was so embarrassing, but an honest mistake as well. My face started to heat up, my mind making up scenarios and the things Tom would say. He’d probably think I’m a major dumbass and who wants to live with a dumbass? Idiots. And Tom is not an idiot so therefor, after this is finished with, I am expecting him to start boxing up his stuff or something.

“Y/N? What’s up, is something wrong?” I hear his concerned voice muffled behind the closed door.

A soft smile is brought to my face at the sound of him, but I hurry to answer his question, “I’m fine, just forgot my towel on my bed. Can you like, I don’t know…”

There’s a brief silence between us and I hear his lighthearted chuckle, “You want me to bring it in there for you, Y/N?”

“I’m that much of a trouble?”

“Not at all, darling.” I listen to his footsteps fade away and then another light knock against the door, “I’m coming in, my hand is over my eyes so I won’t see you.”

I peek from behind the curtain and hold my hand out. The doorknob twists and he opens the door. It hits the door stopper and he walks in. I can’t help but let out a little giggle at how adorable he was acting. I’m glad he let me have my privacy and that he didn’t seemed phased by this. I grab the towel and thank him, our hands brushing in the midst of him handing off the towel.

“You’re great, T.” I smile, drying myself off from behind the curtain.

I hear him shut the door then on the other side of it say, “I’ve always wanted to hear you say that about me!”



Well actually, not really, more like piss but whatever. I’m still stuck on the toilet with no toilet paper. Why am I always stuck in this situation, and why do I always drag Tom into them? By this point, he probably doesn’t care, but I always feel so guilty afterwards.

“Tom!” I yell his name, setting my elbows on my knees in an effort to lean closer to the door. No response, “Thomas Stanley!”

Quick footsteps sound and they make their way closer to the door until it swings open, Tom appearing on the doorframe right in front of me, “Sorry love what’s up-“

“Tom! Get out what the fuck!”

The door slams as I grab the hem of the oversized sweater was wearing and tried to hide myself with it. My face burns with embarrassment, knowing all too well that he saw more than either of us wanted. I hold my head in my hands, mortified. Man, I need to start locking the door.

“I am-” Tom sighs from the other side of the door, “so stupid. And so so so sorry, Y/N.”

I breathe out a laugh, letting go of the sweater, “Your not stupid, it’s fine.”

“What did you need, darling?”

“Uhhh, toilet paper. Sorry.” I chuckle, knowing that the last thing he wanted to do was walk back in to the bathroom with me still sitting on the toilet.

“Alright, I’ll close my eyes this time. I promise.” he says, the smile on his face was evident in his voice.

The door handle twists again and I pull my shirt down again, just in case. His entire arm is thrown across his eyeslids this time as he holds out the toilet paper. I snatch it and he quickly turns around, blindly finding the door and walking out. It was a hilariously precious sight, and so nice knowing that I had at least a little dignity left.

“Thank you! I love you!” I call, tearing off some of the paper, the ripping sounding like angels singing.

“Of course. Wouldn’t want to deliver toilet paper to anyone other than you.”


“Arrghhh!” I groan, throwing my arms down at my sides and stomping my foot in frustration, “This is why I should always wear sports bras.”

The clasp on the back of my bra was stuck and wouldn’t come undone. I would try and pull it over my head, but being that this is my nicest one, I wasn’t willing to risk damaging it. I look at the time on the stove and huff before throwing my arms behind my back again and struggling miserably, again. I should probably head back to my bedroom instead of standing in the middle of the kitchen with no shirt. But alas, the flat door opened and in followed Tom.

And like any sensible girl does when she’s only wearing a bra, I collapsed to the ground, hiding behind the kitchen island.


“Y/N? Why are you broached behind the island?” he laughs, confused by my hiding.

“Uh,” I mumble, trying to think of a reasonable excuse but none are believable, so, i just blurt, “I’m not wearing a shirt and I can’t unhook my bra. Help?”

“My eyes are already closed, love.”

I rise slowly from the ground, watching him navigate his way towards me by touching everything. I guide him, and finally he’s behind me. His fingers cold against my hot skin, causing goosebumps to rise as he fiddles with the clasp.

“Oh, lacey? Who were trying to impress, Y/N?” he hums teasingly, playing with some of the small ruffles on the straps.

“I thought your eyes were closed, hmm? Don’t be a peeping Tom now, Tom.” I laugh at my own pun and can practically sense Tom rolling his eyes at my terrible comment.

“They are love, I’m a man of my word, I can feel the lace though.” He says, his breath hitting the back of my neck, causing a slight shiver to go down my spine, “Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Myself.” I state matter-of-factly.

“Atta girl.” he chuckles, finally twisting the clasp free.

“Wow, you must have experience, Holland.” I chuckle, wondering how in the world he unhooked it with his eyes closed.

“Well,” he mumbles, eyes still closed as I start to walk away, “I may have peeked once or twice. And the blue looks nice on you I must say.”

“Thomas!” I squeal, running back to my room and shutting the door behind me.

When his hands brush my thighs
I find myself obsessively praying for forgiveness from my head
who repeatedly tells me,
“Your sins will make you suffer two times more in hell.”

When his eyes trail the bottom of my chin
all the way to the space between my eyebrows
I find my eyes demanding to meet his
but they study the floor instead

When he calls me by my name
my ears tune out the rest of the world
and his voice repeats over and over again
As if the way the letters of my name roll off of his tongue
love the taste of his mouth
more than they love being a part of me

when he disappears for weeks or months
I close the door to my heart
but always forget to lock up
for when he shows up after causing a thunderstorm
like the wreckage never existed
my heart falls under cardiac arrest

“How many times,” it begs me
“how many more times will I rip open my stitches for him to enter?”
it says weakly,
it is so full of love
that is has food poisoning
I whisper back,
“Until nothing is left of you anymore.

—  I hate that I love you 

Originally posted by dunbarfeels

i want to punch your cute face | isaac lahey

anon request:  1, 3 and 10 with Isaac if is possible ✨ thanks babe i love u and ur blog 💖

1. “is that my shirt?”

3. “enough with the sarcasm.”

10. “I want to punch your cute face.”

warnings: none just fluff

a/n: holy shit im so sorry it’s been so long, i’ve been so lazy and i just haven’t had any motivation to write but i love you more. its really short too ugh i hate myself,, but i do have other requests that i will try to get to asap

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BTS REACTION: Looking like their kid

Rap Monster“You know what they say, like father like son but with his mothers beautiful eyes.”

*baby smiles and hugs you.*

“See! I wasn’t kidding! He really is like me!” 

Suga“Babe, don’t be upset. He may look like me but he’s a mama’s boy.”


“He also takes after me cause we both seem to really like you.” 

Jin“She’s beautiful.. Really takes after her father.” *Smirks*

*Rolls eyes*

“Let’s hope she doesn’t have her mothers attitude though.*

J-Hope: “She may look like me but in my opinion, she is way prettier than I will ever be. After all, WE did make this beautiful thing.” 

~I hope she has her fathers humility as well~

“She’s going to be the best damn thing this world as to OFFER!!!!”

Taehyung: “I don’t see it.” 

~look! Same cute smile and everything! How can you not see it?~

“….the child is obviously cuter than I am y/n.” 

Jimin: “At least we know he’s going to grow up hot.” 

*You glare in his direction.*

“I mean he was always going to be like that?” *Nervously laughs*

Jungkook: *Always taking selfies with your child* “Look babe! It’s little me?” *Uses the swaping face filter.* “LOOK!” 

*You shake your head at the childish boy*

“You find this funny too admit it.”

Seven Minutes in Heaven // Ten Chittaphon


the prompt: can i pls request a fluffy 7 minutes in heaven au with nct’s ten where both of them are rly shy bc ten is absoulute squish

words: 1746

category: fluff

author note: i kinda only made ten shy so sorry bout that. hope you like this one (im still learning how to write kissing scenes so sorry if it’s not up to par with your expectations haha)

- destinee

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Don’t let me go



Au: Grim Reaper,demon


A/n: Let me tell you,I am inspired from Goblin. Watch this drama. Is the holy drama. This is the first part of a little Jungkook series. Also the different religions reading this.I tried to keep the religion matter as neutral as possible. If you believe that this is written with a bad thought in mind or to offend someone it is not. Thank you.


I am the person you are afraid from. I am the one with the skeleton body,black robe and а reaping hook. You mortals thought that I look like a skeleton simply because I deal with the dead. This is soo wrong. I am like the most handsome, funny man ever. You living people think everything that is dead is ugly and rotten. Hell( hell is mine creation actually. Its a piece of art) no. I am,however,prehaps rotten and dead. Inside. Inside the cage of my heart. The muscle which is supposed to pump adrenaline through my body. The muscle giving me life,love and so much more. But no. This place is empty and had been abounded centuries ago. The curse killed me a long time ago.

Things go way back in time.

I once had a wife. A very beautiful woman called Lydia. She was my whole life. I was a simple man. A sheppard. My biggest concern was if I will be able to go home on time to hug her before she closes her eyes to fall in beautiful peaceful sleep.

As always life decided to fuck everything up. God said it was time for war and suddenly my biggest concern became the smallest out of them all. Everything I had,I had to give up. It was my duty to fight for my country as a man. I fought many battles. Those in higher ranks saw potential in me and after eleven battles I became a commander. On the battlefield before what we hoped was the last battle. Ready to fight,not ready to die. I prayed like every other selfish human being that I’ll give up everyone and everything,just God let me live. Those words were the last words some people heard and the ones that left my lips before I shouted “For His majesty.” I killed many people in the battle and almost got killed more times than I can remember. But I survived. The last one to survive. The smell of Death was in the air. My breath was fading away. Youcould barely see it. My eyes started to tear up from the mixture of fear,the feeling of finally letting go and a scared scream from the consequences ahead in time. Suddenly a bright light blinded my swollen from crying eyes. And I met God. A nice man,looking trustworthy,someone who I never thought was actually real. He told me my wife,my parents, my sheeps,they were killed. That I made a choice. That I killed them when I was being selfish. My will for life,killed those who made me want to live. Lost in my fear and regret which were suddenly put upon me,I was ready to pull out the weapon and just kill myself. The man stopped my sword from moving through the flesh and stop my heart. God looked at me and told me “If you leave this Earth and become invisible as if you never existed,I will bring everyone you want back. Your family will live. Lydia will breath. I need a helper. Someone who will deal with the dead and will help them go in the afterlife. You will become the Grim Reaper. My right hand.” I was being offered a choice which wasn’t actually much of a choice. He was offering me to become a ghost. But for the sake of my love I was ready to do anything and everything. “Why are you Sir offering me this? Why me?” “You are a good man. But the sin of being selfish is a strong one. I see in your eyes love. This will be your curse. Love will be your pleasure and curse. The last man standing. The one who will walk this Earth way longer than anyone. Collecting grief and love. At the end of the day you will always be alone.” I became a sinner for wanting to live. I killed everything I believed in. But Immortality didn’t sound all that bad after all. Dealing with the dead also wasn’t a price high enough that I can’t pay for Lydia. The hesitation left me and my hand grabbed his. It was me or Lydia and my family. “Okay. Do this.” Just like that my existence was erased from the face of Earth,my name wasn’t remembered as the last commander alive,the war was doomed a fail and soon there were only the families of the dead and the memories of them to be remembered. Personally I assisted all of them in the after life making them forget the one they had been living in order for a new one to be born. But for the living organisms I was invisible,not existing. A myth surrounded by mystery. There were several cases in which people had been ablen to see me. You usually cab unless you had the vision or you were dead. And so for centuries I have met all kinds of death and people. Helping them go where their souls belong. My face haven’t aged a day since I gave my soul. A twenty years old is what you’ll see if you were able to.


“Jungkook” I heard in the distance waking me from my retrospective daydream. “Yes?” I turned my head nearly hitting my forehead in one of the lamps of the nice white office. “There is something I need to tell you.” It is a full miracle. My boss is usually quiet and doesn’t have the need to see me unless it was something urgent going on in the underworld. I have known him for so many centuries that is almost not imaginable. However today there wasn’t anything special going on in my part of the holy world. “Do you remember when I took you under my wing?” the sudden questoon caught me offguard. So being little surprised the answer rolled of my lips “Of course I do.” how can I forget anyway? My heart will never forget. My Lydia. Her smile,her heart of gold. And my selfish wish which killed us. “There is something I didn’t tell you back then. One day your savior will be born. A person who will reverse the curse you caused on yourself. She will heal your wounds and you will become mortal again. She will give you the chance to live. When you die as a mortal I will give you the choice to either become the Reaper and never be able to find hope again or this time go to Heaven.” Speechless probably would’ve explain it. But it can’t. Hope? Being able to live? I have been living wihout hope so many centuries. Evryday I have been holding on the simple fact that there is hope or happy ending for me. Now after 1000 years he decides to tell me that there is someone on this planet who can cure me. My emotions are too strong. The anger boiled. The fear entered the dusted chamber of my heart. Hope started to creep out of its dungeon somewhere deep inside of me. Why didn’t he told me this earlier? Why was I living without hope all this time? Where is she? How old is she? She can be dead by now.

“Why do you tell me this now?” my voice was deadly low. I was in a position to shout,however I didn’t want to lose all my cool at once. “Was I not good enough to be told this earlier? Was I unloyal? Have I ever done something to make you doubt me? I created Hell and Heaven and made them absolutely perfect. The department of Reapers is so big that I barely have to go out now. Don’t tell me I didn’t deserve to know the truth.” I admit I did lost my cool. I was shouting and destroying whatever was around me. Angry tears were falling down my sharp cheekbones. “No you were. You finished absolutely mesmerizing job at what you were doing. Jungkook-a, tell me honestly if I had told you centuries ago,you wouldn’t have searched for her. Tell me you would’ve done your job the same way.” although angry,I knew he was right. Nothing ffrom what I’ve created probably wouldn’t have been even an idea in my head. The Earth was going to be small. I would’ve searched under every rock,in every village,city,country and continent. One thing I couldn’t understand was “Why telling me now?” “Because she has been born. The person who is going to bring you back is born. And her name is y/n. The Grim Reaper’s Bride.


"Are you the Grim Reapers wife?” a ghost whispered in mine ear. She was a rather beautiful ghost. A girl not bigger than me. But this question… If I collected a dollar for everytime I had to answer it,by now I wouldn’t be going to school. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen him.” “Oh…it’s true. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Bye.” “Wait. Talk to me.” but it disappeared. Good job Y/N. 

The Grim Reapers wife.



anonymous asked:

I love this prompt challenge! Reading your stuff makes me so happy. If you're still accepting numbers, could you do 18 and/or 34 for Jason and an older batsis pleeeeease?

Thank you! Yes, as of now, I am still accepting the numbers’ prompt challenge and thank you for requesting! Hope this was okay enough for you? It’s too short for my liking though.

“Jason, how are you?” The moment you heard your brother was alive, you had stopped at nothing until you found out where he was currently living and without even waiting for Bruce or Dick, you had immediately tracked him down and thus, here you were.

Jason scoffed. “I am alive… I can tell because of the pain.” He grunted before stepping aside and finally letting you in to his apartment. He stared at you as you walked in, taking in the sight of his apartment and somehow Jason is kinda glad he had bothered to clean it this morning.

“Don’t get smart with me, Jay.” You told him before turning to look – really look – at him. Jason is taller than you remembered, a lot more handsome than you remembered as well. But you know deep down, very, very deep inside was still the little brother that grew up with you and looked up to you.

Jason closed the door and crossed his arms. “What do you want?”

You stared at him for the longest time, causing Jason to fidget and tense under your stare. “Just wanted to see how my little brother is doing.”

Jason rolled his eyes and uncrossed his arms. “You saw me – I’m alive – so you can leave.” He turned back to open the door but stopped in his track when he registered the arms that is now wrapped around his body. “What the – “

“I missed you a lot, Jason and I never stopped thinking about you.” You finally cried in to his back. Those long months of mourning, hating the world, depression and even acceptance’s worth of tears poured out of you and you tightened the hold you had on Jason.

Jason could feel the back of his shirt getting damper and he swallowed the lump in his throat before turning around. Your arms are loosely around his waist now and Jason sighed before lifting up his hand to pat your head, tenderly albeit awkwardly.

You smiled through your tears. Your brother was never one to know how to express his feelings for you. So you pulled back and gave him a small smile. “I’m glad you are alive – I really am.” You told him as you wiped away your tears. You stepped back and took a deep breath before exhaling. “I just wanted to see you.”

Jason nodded his head before he opened the door. You take one more look at your brother before heading towards the door. Jason will talk to you whenever he is ready, you told yourself. You are not going to push him for answers right now.

But as soon as you stepped out of his apartment, you are drawn back in to a very quick embrace from Jason. You turned around to face him; Jason is not looking in your direction and instead, he is looking at something in the distance. “It’s not like I missed you too or anything.” He muttered but that was loud enough for you to hear and you knew right then that the two of you will be fine.

Just a little thing but...

Thomas Sanders is an angel. A gift. Seriously. He makes it his goal to make people happy through the magic of social networking and in real life. And it works. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been in one of my moods, especially on days when my depression is really bad, and the instant I see one of his videos or his adorable face my day becomes so much better. The very thought of him ever being upset makes me want to find what it is that’s causing him pain and force feed it cinnamon rolls until it stops hurting him. The world is a beautiful place because of him.

Just saying

dokurochrome  asked:

Kinda twitter AU but Victor comes across Yuuri just reading a bunch of bad shit about himself.


JJ’s Queen @JJsQueen52
I don’t understand why @v-nikiforov wastes his time on @yuurikatsuki! Did you see his jumps today! Pathetic!

Twincest @Crispinofan69
should have just stayed down when he hit the ice! How did he end up in 3rd after that horrible performance?

Skater Girl @figureskatergirl

Scottish Lucy @BigRed1999

victor’s peasant @steponmevictor
can’t believe @v-nikiforov is wasting so much money on @yuurikatsuki! he bought him a puppy! no, but me a puppy instead!

Maria Gray @ice+par+tay
doesn’t have the talent to pull @v-nikiforov routines off to the best of their abilities. @yuri-plisetsky can though

Minami No.1 Fan @no1chickenfan
is counted as Japan’s number one skater, which is bullshit! @Ken_Minami should be Japan’s number one skater!

Christophe Fanclub @swiss+do+it+better
Still can’t believe that they gave @yuurikatsuki a medal which clearly belonged to @christophe-gc

Tanned Boys @bEtTeRwHeNtAnNedD
I don’t understand how my sweet cinnamon roll @phichit+chu can be friends with the piece of trash!

Russian Fairy @yuris-angel-58
There should only be one Yuri on the ice @yuri-plisetsky skates 100x better than @yuurikatsuki so get him off the ice already

Victor Nikiforov’s Future Wife @Vic-Nik-No-1
There are so many more beautiful people out in the world, I don’t understand why @v-nikiforov is settling for some Asian nobody

Yuuri gasped as his phone was pulled out of his hands.

“Yuuri,” Victor hummed softly, causing him to slowly turned his head to glance at his fiancé. “What are you doing?” The Russian questioned while throwing his phone off the bed.

Yuuri sat quietly for a moment, staring at Victor while continued to smile at him ever so gently.

“N-nothing?” He mumbled hesitantly. Victor stared at him for a moment longed before reaching over and pulling him forwards. Yuuri’s cheeks quickly turned red as he was pulled into the Russian’s lap.

“Yuuri, Yusha, my beautiful, beautiful fiancé,” Victor mumbled before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“You know they only speak lies, lyubimyy. You shouldn’t believe them, nor should you be going through all the comments,” Victor told him while continuing to pepper his lips and face in gentle kisses.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, unable to hide the smile from his face anymore.

“And so you should be, no one is allowed to make my husband unhappy, that is forbidden,” Victor said while pulling back slightly to look him in the eyes.

“Okay,” Yuuri sighed in defeat, only to giggle as his fiancé returned to showering him in gentle kisses.

Maybe Victor was right, maybe he shouldn’t go through all the negative comments.

Twitter War AU

Swallowing His Pride / Reggie Mantle

I don’t have and screenshots, but this is for the handful of readers on here and Wattpad who have asked me for some more Reggie-sorry it’s taken so long.

Words: 2031

Finally scrolling to the last page, your eyes dart across the screen as you take in the words. Finishing the last few sentences, you raise your head so you can meet your friend’s gaze.

“Jughead,” you trail off. “It’s incredible.”

“It’s just a rough draft,” he shrugs, his hands falling to his lap. “It’s obviously nowhere near done yet but-”

“Quit your rambling,” you interrupt with a smile, “and just accept the compliment.”

Chuckling, he nods-his arms darting out to take hold the his laptop as you carefully push it across the table for him. Jughead closes the lid and takes a deep breath, “Thank you.” Tucking his laptop away, you use the chance to take a small sip from your drink.

When you look back up, you find Jughead staring at you expectantly, causing you raise an eyebrow, “What?”

“Do you finally want to talk about?” he questions, having realised over an hour ago that you’d been avoiding the topic he was referring to-despite being the one to call him to meet up earlier in the night. 

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Imagine Dean realizing all the little things he loves about you

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: fluff, implied smut

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I love the song Out of My League by Stephen Speaks. It is just wonderful. It inspired this fic. I’m going to tease the HELL out of you with SMUT but not give it to you. I KNOW I’m going to here about it from a couple of you, but *shrugs* you’ll get over it. 

Dean Bean Lovers Tags Below, Bitches

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Different (p.2) // Klaus Mikaelson // requested

Request : can you do a Klaus mikaelson x reader where the reader is new to mystic falls and he instantly takes an interest in her and makes caroline jealous?? love your writing!

Many have been requesting a part two so here it is !!!!

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Fem. Reader

Part One

Requests are closed. xx

Originally posted by eternalmikaelson

Originally posted by victoriasbook

It had been weeks since the ball, and Klaus hasn’t made contact with Y/N since then. After the Mikael incident, he felt as if it were too dangerous. She was only human after all.

Klaus did watch over her though. He found solace in standing under her window, listening in on the life she held behind closed doors. Often times, he would stand on the fire escape and watch that life play out. He didn’t know what it was about her. He never met a more fearless human that her. She didn’t treat him like a monster. Sure, it was probably because she hasn’t seen the worst part of him but there was just something about her that kept drawing him in.

She would often lounge around in a t shirt and panties, with messy bed hair and a mug of tea in her hand. Other times she would blast music and dance around her apartment, always making a small smile appear on his face. Everyday he learns something new. She’s a mystery that he needs to know more about.

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Requested By Anon

“You’re too good for this world.”
“Oh my God. You’re in love with her/him.”

Prompt List

“Will you just give me the book Damon!” You grumbled as he held the book Stefan had left you, out of your reach. 

“Well it’s right here in my hand.” He teased and you growled under your breath.

You batted at the book and missed. “Damon just give me the book I have to help someone!” You huffed and gave up making him smile when you pouted.

“How would the people of Mystic Falls survive without you.” He rolled his eyes and handed you the book “You’re too good for this world.”

“And you’re the cause of misery and despair, oh wow… we equal out.” You huffed sarcastically and didn’t stop as you stormed out of the house, almost crashing into Stefan.

“What’d you do to (Y/N)?” Stefan asked as Damon chuckled and walked into the living room.

“I gave them the stupid book.” Damon drawled and Stefan laughed at him.

“Oh, my God. You’re in love with them.” Stefan walked away as he continued to laugh, ignoring Damon’s defensive sarcasm

bangtans-gurl  asked:

I'm so in love with your writing! It's realistic and beautiful and that's very hard to find these days LOL if you are not busy can you do a BTS reaction of the reader not wanting them to meet her friends cause her friends are really pretty and she's afraid they'll leave her for one of them? (I'm so like this) LOL


He’d tell you he couldn’t see how that was possible, to him you were the most beautiful person in the world. But if you didnt want him to meet your friends he’d nod and understand. Still, he’d feel terrible that you felt that he could so easily be taken from you.

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He’d roll his eyes and ask you why you worry about things that don’t matter to him. He’s never liked having to explain how much you meant to him, he felt he didnt have to. He wouldn’t care that you didnt want him to meet your friends, he’d only care that you felt beneath them. 

Originally posted by jimiyoong


He wanted to know every little bit of you, family, friends all of it. When he finally got a chance to meet your old friends he’d encourage you to take him with you to the birthday party. When you told him no and that you weren’t even going to go he’d huff and puff until you told him why. He’d laugh at you and pull you into a hug before telling you that the two of you were going. While there he’d try extra hard to make you feel as good as possible, holding your hand getting you what ever you needed. Just so you knew he wasn’t looking elsewhere. 

Originally posted by bangtanbanchan


He wouldn’t care if your friends were supermodels, he loved you. But if you really weren’t comfortable with him meeting your friends he would respect that. He’d let it lie until there was no more time to push things off and when all your friends filed into your apartment for your annual new years eve party Hoseok wouldn’t see what you saw. You were far more beautiful than any of your friends and he hated the fact that you felt like you weren’t. 

Originally posted by yourpinkpill


You knew all of his friends, so why wouldn’t he meet yours. He’d bug you about it more than he did regular things so when you yelled at him to stop and then told him you didnt want to loose him to one of your prettier friends. Since that was the case he’d drop it. Not because it would actually happen, but because he didnt want those thoughts running through your head. 

Originally posted by jikookdetails


You telling him that you didnt think you were as pretty as your friends made him moan and groan sarcastically. He’d roll his eyes and continue until you gave up trying to put yourself down. If you didnt want him to meet them, he wouldn’t force it, but he would highly encourage you to keep seeing your friends since you had been friends with them for so long. 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


When you told him of your insecurities he’d chuckle and shake his head until you had to ask why he was laughing. He’d tell you that that was the same fear he lives with everyday being with you. That you’d meet another friend of his and leave him. The mutual feeling would get you to agree to taking him to the reunion your friends were all planning. You would realize shortly that you had nothing to worry about, he wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off of the smile you got when you started talking about memories with your old friends. 

Originally posted by jkguks

Imagine you and Chris telling your families you’re having another baby.

A/N: Hello, my darlings. Since the only request I’ve received since I posted the update was about the series, I’ve decided to close my inbox and get back on the mini-series bandwagon. My holiday is nearing and I want to leave y'all on a good note, so I’m bringing back the domestic fluff pieces. I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I enjoy writing them. I’m titling this one ‘Charlotte Rose’ for a reason, you’ll find out later in the series. Anyway, enjoy Part 1. Read previous parts here: ('Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts’, 'Baby Fever’, 'Memory Lane’, and 'Little Ones’ - Masterlist.) Lots of love. X

You and Chris laughed and held the phone away from your ears as Lisa cheered excitedly at your news of her having another grandchild. You’d called her first because you weren’t going to see her until Christmas, whereas you were stopping by your parents’ place later to drop Jack off so you and Chris could finish your Christmas shopping; it was a little hard to shop for Jack’s presents with him around. You and Chris shared a smile after looking over at your son, who was adorably coloring on the dining table. You still couldn’t believe that this time next year he’d have a little sister or brother with him. God, you were praying for a girl; you definitely didn’t want to have a third to pacify the men in your household.

“Ma,” Chris chuckled into the phone as he wrapped an arm around you, grinning as happily as his mom probably was. You kissed his jawline, smiling, because you were happy your husband was happy; he deserved all the happiness in the world. “I know you’re very excited, but you’re kind of hurting our eardrums.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just so happy for the both of you.” You could both hear the smile in Lisa’s voice which made the smiles you had on your faces grow even wider. “When Scott told me that the two of you were trying for another baby, I thought he was just messing with me-”

“Wait, what?” You interrupted her, chuckling. “Scott told you we were trying for another baby?” You asked her then turned to look at Chris; you tried not to laugh when he rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well- Scott was not messing with you,” you lied because you couldn’t tell her that it was a happy accident. “We just thought we’d kept it a secret until we got some results.”

“Oh darling, I’m so happy right now,” she told you and you smiled when Chris kissed your hair. “I bet everyone else will be thrilled too when they hear about it. Thank you for calling, I don’t think I could’ve waited until Christmas to find out. Best early Christmas present ever,” she commented.

“Hey, that’s what I said,” Chris pointed out and chuckled when the both of you laughed. “Okay, Ma. We’ll see you on Christmas Day.” Lisa noised confirmation. “Love you,” you both said simultaneously then hung up after hearing her reciprocate that love. “Nice to know she’s as excited as us.”

“I don’t think anyone could be more excited than you, sweetheart,” you cupped his chin in your hands and drew him down to meet your lips for a sweet kiss. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly. “Yup,” you chuckled softly as you hugged him back, running your hands up and down his back. “No one’s more excited than you.”

“I love you, sweetheart,” Chris told you as he pulled away.

“I know, baby,” you smiled, brushing his bearded cheek with your thumb.

“I don’t think you do,” he shook his head, smiling. “I love you,” he repeated and you chuckled. “Like I am head-over-heels, you’ve-ruined-me-for-other-women, I’ll-never-love-again-if-you-leave-me in-love with you.” You laughed and pecked his smiling lips before walking over to Jack. “I’m serious, Y/N,” he called after you and you nodded in acknowledgment, chuckling.

“C'mon, buddy,” you held out your hand for Jack to take; he looked up at you, eyes curious. “You gotta change out of your pajamas before you can go to Grandma and Granddad’s. C'mon,” you urged when he pouted. He lowered his crayon and carefully climbed off the chair, taking the hand you were holding out. “You can wear your new blue sweater.”

“Oh yay!” He jumped up and down excitedly; you and Chris laughed softly. “I like that sweater, it’s so soft and fluffy and blue!” He took the reins and pulled you along as you both headed upstairs to get him changed; Dodger followed behind as he’d grown very attached to Jack.

Chris remained downstairs, packing Jack’s things up so he could take it with him to your parents’ place. He smiled when he saw what Jack was drawing and coloring; a family portrait much like the one he drew a while ago, but this time, there was an additional body. He felt his stomach flutter with excitement at the thought of another child in his life. His life was complete when you walked into it, there was no doubt about that. But with each passing year- with each milestone the two of you saw and accomplished together- it became more wholesome. He packed Jack’s things into his Mickey Mouse backpack then headed upstairs to get changed himself. 

• • • • • • • • 

“You’re pregnant!” Your mom squealed as she threw her arms around you and Chris; it was hard because she was very short compared to you and your husband. “That’s amazing! Oh my God, talk about an amazing early Christmas present.” You and Chris shared a smile and chuckled softly under your breaths. “I’m so happy right now, congratulations!”

“I’m going to have a sister!” Jack called from the living room where he was sitting and having your mom’s famous peanut shortbread while watching a Christmas classic, 'Elf’. You all turned away from Jack to meet each others’ gazes; your parents’ eyes widened with excitement, asking a wordless question “you’re having a girl?”

“We don’t know yet,” you shook your head, smiling.

“But we’re really hoping it’s a girl,” Chris nodded, smiling.

“It’s easier to have a girl than it is to have a boy,” your mom told the two of you.

“Yeah,” your dad nodded in agreement. “We wanted another boy after your brother, but we got you instead.” He joked and you scoffed, whereas Chris and your mom laughed. “I’m kidding, sweetheart. You know you’re my favorite daughter.”

“I’m your only daughter,” you countered with an eye roll.

“For a reason,” he booped your nose and you chuckled. “I knew no child would surpass my precious girl so we stopped trying after you. Take the compliment, kid.” You rolled your eyes again, but with a smile this time around.

“Whatever the reason may be,” Chris began as he wrapped an arm around you. “I’m just glad you brought her into this world 'cause I don’t know where I’d be without her.” You smiled at him and he smiled back. “All’s well that ends well, right?”

“Right,” you smiled and kissed him. 

• • • • • • • • 

“Ugh,” you groaned as Chris passed you your hot chocolate. “This means I’m back on the no caffeine wagon.” He chuckled and wrapped an arm around you, sipping his double shot latte. “How am I going to get any writing done without coffee?” You took a sip, smiling when the hot liquid warmed your belly.

“How does anyone get anything done without coffee?” He quizzed you rhetorically, like you’d with him. “You sleep, sweetheart,” he answered and you chuckled. “I’m not going anywhere this time, I’m going to go through this entire pregnancy with you. I’ll look after Jack, make sure you have all the rest you need so you can work. Though I’d appreciate it if you don’t stress too much, I don’t want any harm to come to you or the baby.”

“Of course not,” you smiled and placed a hand over your belly. He smiled at you then turned to look at the window displays of the shops you were walking past. “It’s weird, Chris,” you began and he turned back to you; your hand was still over your belly. “I’m actually really excited about having another child.”

“How is that weird?” He chuckled. “You’ve clearly always wanted kids of your own, I saw it when you held Jack for the first time.” You felt yourself smile at the memory of holding your son for the first time. “Like Luca said, your job as a waitress ruined your for other children. I mean- if I had to wait on bratty children all day, I wouldn’t want kids either.”

“Maybe,” you shrugged. “I don’t know, I feel like it’s because of you that I want children.” You told him and kissed his jawline when he smiled. “Honestly, without you being you- having children wouldn’t even cross my mind. I’d be perfectly contented working and traveling and just hanging out with my brothers’ kids.”

“And without you, I wouldn’t want kids either.” He admitted and you shot him a 'yeah, right’ look. “I’m serious,” he chuckled, tightening his hold on you. “I can’t imagine having to do all this with someone else, there is no one I’d rather do this whole parenting thing with.”

“The feeling’s mutual, Evans,” you told him and planted another tender kiss on his jawline.

Chris smiled because he loved it when you did that; it was a simple but incredibly affectionate act, one he would never get sick of. You were just someone he would never get sick of, and he was so glad he met you and you agreed to marry him.

“Oh my God!” You gasped and pulled away from him, rushing towards the window display that had the cutest penguin light fixture. “Chris,” you said in a 'we-have-to-get-it’ tone as you looked back at him, pointing at it.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” he nodded as he walked over to join you, taking your hand in his. “You’ve already given me everything I want,” he smiled as he drew your hand to his lips. “The least I can do is get you this adorable penguin.”

“I love you so much,” you chuckled.

“I know,” he smiled, squeezing your hand.

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Part 2 will be here soon. 😊


The Alex Ovechkin Aesthetic VI: I Don’t Even Know Man

So, to my knowledge, Ovi has been dressed up as on non-Halloween occasions as:

  • A wolf
  • A shark
  • A bunny
  • A dog

And this is just what I thought of off the top of my head; I’m pretty sure I’m leaving out at least two members of the animal kingdom he’s also impersonated. This trend is like a rollercoaster. But the thing is, the ridiculousness is the point. Think of the attitude and general good nature it takes to just completely abandon your dignify and look ridiculous for the entertainment of others, to be able to laugh at yourself and roll with being laughed at. There are professional athletes out there who never master that (hell, I want to burn the world down in embarrassment when people notice I have two slightly different colored socks on) and then there are people like Ovi who are so comfortable with themselves that they rock being ridiculous to the point where it’s magnificent. And usually they’re doing it for a good cause. That’s awesome.


This is something for @zoe-stylish! Sorry this one took so long haha, enjoy though!

“Everybody make room for the godmother!” Heather Chandler pushed the other two Heathers out of the way and picked up little baby Henry. “Oh look at him! What an angel!” She cooed. “And where’s the girl?” She asked. Veronica laughed a bit.

“JD just put Heather down to sleep, and he’ll be back for his son any minute.” She told the girls.

“Oh he can pry this baby from my cold dead hands.” Heather hissed. Veronica laughed and rolled her eyes. Heather kept holding little Henry and grinned when he reached up to grab at her face and hair. “Oh look! He already knows what’s important in life… me! That’s right Henry, I’m your godmother.”

“Who said YOU got to be the godmother?” Duke asked, taking the baby from Heather. “Henry obviously likes me better.” She grinned. The baby laughed and clapped his hands, sputtering and giggling.

“You? I think not.” Heather Chandler took the baby back and kissed his little head. Henry was enjoying the attention, getting passed between the two girls and grabbing at their hair and enjoying the happy faces they made for him.

“Both of you stop that.” Veronica told them. “And give me my baby.” She narrowed her eyes and Heather Chandler scoffed, giving the baby back to her.

“Can I hold Henry?” Mac asked. Veronica grinned.

“Anything for his GODMOTHER.” She looked back at the two other girls, who gasped. Mac held the baby close and bounced him gently, smiling when the soothing motion caused the baby to fall asleep.

“You made Mac her godmother!?” Heather cried. Veronica nodded. “This is humiliating!!! I was supposed to be the godmother.” She pouted. Veronica rolled her eyes.

“Me and JD decided to make you Little Heather’s godmother.” Veronica told her. Heather then perked up and smiled big. Jumping up and down.

“Oh! Thank you so much Veronica! I can’t wait till she gets bigger, I’ll take her shopping and show her how to be mean and use her looks to rule the world.” Heather explained, throwing her arms out.

“That woman is not going near my daughter.” JD said, coming down the stairs and taking Henry from Mac. “I can’t believe you got him to sleep, Heather is no problem but Henry will be up all night.” JD groaned. Mac gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek and then kissed the baby.

“Tell him I said goodnight.” She told him. JD smiled and nodded, taking his son upstairs to put him in the crib with his twin sister.

“How come they get to be godparents. What does that make me?” Duke asked. “Just the dumb friend of the mom’s?” She asked. Veronica rolled her eyes and put her arm around Duke. “I’m mad at you.” Duke scoffed. Veronica laughed.

“I only have two babies.” She laughed. “Kurt and Ram are the godfathers. And they won’t stop making references to that dumb movie. They wore suits and everything, talking in those dumb Italian accents.” She shook her head. This earned a little smile from Duke. “But if it makes you feel any better, we both agreed that if we had anymore kids it would be you that’s the godmother.” Veronica assured. Duke smiled.

“I guess I’m fine with that… but until then I’m both the kid’s honorary aunt. And that’s way better than a dumb godmother.” She shot the two other girls a look.

“Martha said the same thing.” Veronica recalled.

“Great. Then me and Martha will go out to a “aunties only lunch”. And none of you are invited.” She grinned, pointing at all of them. “I’m taking my niece and nephew tomorrow at two, me and Martha won’t be late so have them dressed in the cutest onsie you can find.” Duke declared. Veronica rolled her eyes.

“Sure just… take my children.” She assured.

“Oh I will.” Duke promised. “See you tomorrow!” She waved and left the house, strutting like a model on the runway. The door closed, and even at the light click, there was a crying heard from upstairs.

“Is Henry awake?” Veronica called. JD came back downstairs and nodded.

“Your turn.” He leaned on the wall and Veronica shook her head, she was about to go but Mac jumped.

“I wanna put him to bed!” She grinned, and took off up the steps.

“Maybe having them around won’t be so bad.” JD smiled. “If they wanna try and get Henry to stay asleep then they can go for it.” He groaned.

“I’ll help as much as I can.” Heather Chandler assured. “But I will NOT change any gross diapers. You had the baby, you gotta do the gross stuff.”

In my arms ~Damon Salvatore~

Prompt: “I swear, if you die, I’ll kill you”

Pairing: Damon x Reader

Warning:None that  I can think of…

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Requested by anonymous

”What are you mumbling about?” Barry asked once he noticed how much you grumbled under your breath. You couldn’t help but snap back at him, all your frustration sort of just came rushing out of you.

”Oh nothing much. I’m just talking about how much a can’t stand people who know nothing about time travel and decide it’s a good idea to mess up the time line” you replied glaring at him. Barry’s lips thinned and his cheeks flushed red from embarrassment.

”It was an accident you know” he murmured.

”That’s always what they say” you said, rolling your eyes “I didn’t mean to cause another world war, Oh [Y/N] I didn’t mean to accidentally prevent the first moon landing. You’re all the same and now I have to cleanup the mess! Why is it so hard for people just not to experiment with time travel huh? Jeez”.


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If you write a smutty Darcy/Steve for the prompt: "You're telling me the fate of the world hinges on us making the beast with two backs?" "Yes." ", I've done stranger things for worse reasons," then I will write a reciprocal fic for a pairing/prompt of your choice.


Darcy Lewis, The Superhero Layer


Darcy’s formative years were built around the late nineties and early ‘aughts, and therefore, were built on a strong foundation of powerful women on television.  Xena, Warrior Princess.  Buffy the Vampire Slayer.  Kathryn Janeway, aka master of the universe.  She might not have been seeing strong women in movies, but she saw them on her favorite television shows.  And she learned quite a few things from her ritualistic watching and rewatching of those shows.

Lesson One:  Female friendships are important as all hell.

Trying to befriend Jane Foster had changed Darcy’s life.  She had been a shiny faced twenty-one year old kid when she’d spotted the astrophysicist falling asleep standing up with a McFlurry in her hand, and half an hour later she was the only applicant to a life changing internship.  Truly life changing.  

She’d befriended the Black Widow without a second thought, and thanks to that friendship, she got the call before the Sokovian Accords went live.  Darcy had just enough time to spirit Erik and Jane and Helen Cho away to greener, safer, restriction free pastures.  And once she had set up the Ranch for Wayward Super Scientists, it had quickly expanded into the Ranch for Wayward Super Scientists and their Bootylicious Vigilante Superheroes. Aside from having to churn her own butter, her current set up in life was pretty sweet, indeed.  The wifi was excellent.

Befriending Jane brought Sif, who was a badass lady herself and taught Darcy how to knock a man out with the blunt side of a sword.  And it was Sif who would come crashing back into her life seven years later with dire news about the end of the world as everyone knew it and inform Darcy that she was one of two people who could save it.

And in order to do that, she’d need some support.

Lesson Two  Always Have a Supporting Team of Awesome Sidekicks

Sure, a lot of people thought of Darcy as the sidekick in life, but she and her rocking self-esteem had decided that she was the heroine.  And people like Bucky Barnes and Wanda Maximoff were her sidekicks.  

“Dude,” Darcy came rushing into the main building of their secret superhero enclave, interrupting a definite moment between the former Winter Soldier and the Black Widow.  “Dudes.”

“Your protege is dude-ing me again,” Bucky sighed.  He gave Darcy the closest approximation he had to a patient look and asked, “What is it now, Little Lewis?  Did the cows get out of the pen again?”

“First, rude, all of my emergencies are serious business, Buckster,” Darcy sassed.

“That time with the coyote that was actually wind whipping around a loose shingle?” Natasha smirked.

“If that had been a coyote, you’d have been sorry!” Darcy sing songed.  She pointed a very stiff finger at Bucky as he opened his mouth, “Don’t even think about bringing up the time I thought the upstairs bathroom was haunted!”

Bucky held up his hands to wordlessly protest his innocence.  Darcy nodded at him and put her finger down before taking a deep, bolstering breath and blurting out quickly,

“I’m going need to take Steve to a ritual site in about forty-five minutes and I’m going to need complete privacy and I’m really going to need you to not ask any questions.”

She brought up the finger of no argument again and stuffed it right under Bucky’s nose.

“No, I’m not going to entertain your ridiculous questions.  Now—get it done.  The fate of the fucking universe depends on this!”

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