you know who their staring at

ulnusilmukka  asked:

Oooh that fairy!AU sound so good! If Tony would already know some things about fairies but only some stereotypical things about them. But when meeting Loki he would be like "ooh damn i like this kind of fairies" of cource at the same time looking Loki from head to toes.

“I thought fairies were small.” Tony asks as they sit cross legged on the forest floor, their knees touching, and only a few inches between their faces, because Loki is leaning right into Tony’s space.

“Why would you think that?” Loki is studying every inch of his face, looking as if he is mentally noting every expression. 

“I dont know.” Tony is staring back just as hard. “Thats what most of the stories say. Or allude to, I suppose. Tiny fairy folk who drink cream and keep us safe.” 

“What is cream?” Loki asks, and he licks his lips which shouldn’t have been so intriguing, but Tony cant look away. 

“Uh you know. White, thick, delicious?” Tony offers, feeling foolish trying to describe something like cream. “Like milk.” 

“And supposedly the wee folk enjoy it?” Loki is still watching him, but there is a glint in his green eyes that suggests he is laughing at Tony.

“Thats what the stories say.” 

“I rather think you know nothing of my kind.” Loki replies and Tony blinks a few times at him.

“Well, I think Id like to know more about what you are.” he answers, and Loki makes a sound like a purr and Tony knows his face goes red again. 

2

So I stared at these two pictures and they inspired me for a little story….


He walked into the club and there he was, the man who sang at least two songs every night. He has the most handsome face he had ever seen. He wanted to know more about this mysterious guy so after his little performance, Baekhyun approached him. ‘’Hey, handsome can I buy you a drink?’’

Because of this bold move three years ago they’re now happily married and already adopted a child.

This is so random I know but they just inspired me XD

anonymous asked:

Could I get some Sanji HCs where when he comes back after the whole big mom/vinesmoke/pudding disaster he expects his S/O to not want anything to do with him so he avoids S/O at first hanging back & acting a bit nervous till that night when S/O, who knows just the kind of nonsense Sanji is thinking, goes looking for him finding him alone staring out at the ocean. Then S/O hugs him from behind & says “I missed you... please come to bed. I don’t want to wake up and think you’re still gone”

Sanji

  • He’ll be really surprised
  • First because he didn’t thought you heard him
  • And secondly because he didn’t know you would tell those words and hug him like that
  • He start to feel really bad for thinking you would not forgive him
  • He know he should have trusted you
  • He’ll keep apologizing while hugging you saying that it won’t ever happen
  • Before following you back to bed he’ll say that he love you and how he missed you
  • Happy to know you’re still there for him, and loving him just as much as before, if not even more
  • He really don’t know what he did to deserve you
  • It really was a good idea to join this crew

rollingpenguin  asked:

If you feel like it I'd really love to see Aizawa from BnHA dicovering a student of his is a fan (like from him talking in tv and his techniques stuff like that). Nothing romantic, just the student kinda staring a lot, hiding to not get caught, and maybe wanting an autograph?

He just wanted to deliver some papers to the General Studies homeroom professor concerning some of their students before taking his usual nap while his own students trained.  But no.  Life would not allow him his first of fifteen naps today.  

It never did when he came over.  

“You’re number one fan is staring again,” the teacher teased, elbowing him playfully in the ribs while accepting the folders.  

“I know, I can feel them staring,” he responded.  

“Hey, just be happy you have some fans who don’t think you’re washed up,” they responded, flipping through the folder.  Aizawa eyed them, but said nothing.  “Maybe giving them an autograph will get them to cool it a little with the admiration.  If only you had some action figures like All Might to hand out.”

“I understand that you are trying to be helpful, but your sarcasm is not appreciated,” Aizawa commented with a sigh.  “You should control your students better.”

“Last I checked, they haven’t done anything wrong,” they shot back, ripping out a blank page of paper from a notebook on their desk.  “Just sign it for them,” they said, holding it out to them along with a pen.

Aizawa sighed before grabbing the items and leaning down on your desk to write out an autograph.  “How the hell does All Might do this?” he grumbled before walking over to the student and handing it to them.

He could see their eyes go wide as they graciously accepted the autograph.  It felt weird to have a huge fan, but not necessarily bad, he decided as he walked back to his own class.

i look at you and i don’t want to admit that what we were has died somewhere, in between missed messages and long pauses and brief kisses. i want to go back to where we were happy and honeymooning, our fingers always so in awe of each other’s bodies, our mouths hungry, endlessly searching for ways to make the other person happy. i hate knowing it all adds up to nothing. that we can be in love but in the end we’re two people who are walking towards different highways. i tell you i think we’re crumbling but we both avert our eyes. it’s not polite to stare at tragedy. i kiss you and keep a countdown and know you’re here but you’re already leaving.

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“Oh, Jungkook! Hey!” You gave a weak smile and waved your hand. You then noticed Y/F/N standing behind him, an amused look on her face. Of course she was here.

Giving a confused wave back, he asked again, “Did you want to tell me something?”

Jimin nudged you with his elbow while Taehyung looked at you with side eyes, signaling you to speak. Shaking your head, you chuckled, “Nope.”

“You sure? I thought I heard you say–”

“Kookie, she said no. Can we go now, please?” Y/F/N whined, tugging at Jungkook’s long sleeved shirt. You remembered that shirt. That was the shirt he wore when you two got pizza one night on a quest to find his pen pal. You were both laughing at something silly and he ended up with lemonade all over it. You mentally shook your head at the wrong timing for remembering a nice memory.

“Y/F/N,” Jungkook sighed. Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, you were no longer frowning. He seemed annoyed. 

“Well? Tell him Y/N, you don’t have anything to say,” Y/F/N gestured you to continue. 

Just as you were about to speak, Jimin interjected. “And if I remember, it was Jungkook asking the question, not you, bitch.” 

You gaped at what Jimin said while Jungkook shouted, “Hyung!”

You looked at Y/F/N who was red in the face and staring straight at you. Don’t you dare, she spoke with her beady eyes.

“Go on, Y/N, tell him,” Taehyung urged, pushing you froward towards Jungkook. He adjusted the beanie on his head, looking between the three of you, confused as hell. 

“Tell me what?”

You looked down and Jimin sighed. If you weren’t going to tell him, he was. “That that girl over there? Yeah, she isn’t your pen pal!”

Jungkook flicked his eyes toward Y/F/N, who placed a hand on her heart as if accused of murder. 

“How can you say that? She is.”

“Really, and when was the last time you actually texted her through the pen pal email, hm?”

“Not since I got her number but–”

“Try it, then. Text her. See if Y/F/N’s phone dings,” Taehyung crossed his arms, staring at the phone in Jungkook’s hand. Boys, what are you doing, you thought.

“Why would I need to prove that? She knows me like my pen pal knows me.”

“But does she act the same way? Certain obvious compatible aspects of your pen pal, she might act like. But really, if you met her without knowing she was your pen pal, would you believe that? I don’t think so. And I don’t think you do either. There’s something off about her, right? She’s too…forced.” Jimin gazed over at you. You were fiddling with your fingers avoiding eye contact with Jungkook.

“What are you saying?”

“That she’s not your pen pal! She’s not the girl you’ve grown to like so much!” Taehyung sighed, exasperated. “Just text her.”

Jungkook began to unlock his phone, eyes flickering to you. What did you have to do with all of this? Was it because Y/F/N was your friend?

He typed a simple message and heard the send sound from his phone. Closing your eyes in anticipation, you waited.

Then, your phone dinged.

All eyes were on you and you slowly reached into your back pocket. Turning on the phone the name, ‘Jungkookieeeee’ was seen with his message underneath. It was a simple question mark. 

Looking back up at Jungkook, you could only say two words, “I’m sorry,” and rushed out like your life depended on it. Why were you so cowardly sometimes? Why did you always run away from your problems in hopes of them never following you?


Jungkook watched as you shoved past him, his hand nearly grabbing your wrist but you slipped away. His heart shattered.

“There. Now you know,” Jimin said. 

“I’m gonna go find Y/N,” Taehyung spoke, softly, and swiftly left the library.

“It was Y/N?” Was the first thing to exit Jungkook’s mouth. Then it struck him as if it were obvious. Both you and his pen pal understood him in ways nobody else has. When others would make fun, you’d comfort. Sure, Y/F/N had that sarcastic nature that his pen pal had, a quite forced one, but she was no you.

You did it without even trying. You were witty and never failed to make him laugh, even while he was in distress. Then he realized, once he let you go, he didn’t do much laughing anymore. Most of the laughs he shared with Y/F/N were fake and forced, almost like he wanted them to be true since she was his pen pal after all. 

“It was this whole time,” Jimin confirmed. Then Jungkook became angry. Turning to Y/F/N who looked terrified, he fumed “Why the hell would you do that?”

“Kookie,” She pleaded, reaching for his hand, which he yanked back. 

“No. How could you do that to not only me, but Y/N, your own friend?”

“How could you be defending her right now!? Either way she lied to you!”

“And you think if she told me the truth when she was ready that I wouldn’t accept it? That no matter what, I would hate her? I know Y/N. I’ve known Y/N for months. I know every habit, every small detail she probably doesn’t know about herself. And you think I’d let that–her–go because she failed to give me information? Sure, I wanted it bad as hell, but there’s two of us. She wasn’t ready and if I got mad, I would be being selfish. I have no right to be angry when she was uncomfortable with me knowing who she was. And here I am, in loss of one of my best friends. Hell, I was in love with her!”

It was then, Jungkook realized, just how much he cared for you. Not only in a way of a best friend. No, he cared about you a lot more than that. He used to want nothing more than for you to be in his arms. He wanted to be the reason you were smiling and laughing. 

And now he’s done the opposite. He pushed you away and caused you so much pain and loneliness. Oh, how much he wanted to go back to that first night when you were cuddled on your bed in your dorm room, unaffected to what was going on this moment. He wanted to hold you tighter than he ever did, bury his head in your neck, and never let go.

“You–you were?”

Nodding his head, Jungkook continued, “I was starting to even forget about my pen pal. I just used her as an excuse to hang out with Y/N. I don’t think you understand what you ripped from me. I betrayed her. She wanted to explain but it was because of you she couldn’t. She was so terrified of what you could do, what lies you would tell me, that she stayed quiet and allowed her to be used. She was suffering and it was all because of me,” Jungkook let out a breath of air.

“Even after lying to you, you’d still run back to her?” Y/F/N muttered.

“In a heartbeat.”

“I–I’m sorry. For everything.” 

“A simple sorry isn’t going to cut it for you. I don’t even know who you are. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to find my girl.”


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Serendipity | (M)

Originally posted by jengkook

❝ The occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way. After forgetting to click out of his pornhub incognito tab last night, you find yourself shoulder-to-shoulder with Jungkook at 3am watching the rest of it.❞

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Bygones of the Sun | 07 (M)

Originally posted by hobismole

Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok

Length: 6.7k

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

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Five Seconds (Richie Tozier x Reader)

Richie Tozier x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: When you confessed to Richie, you got the expected response, but that doesn’t mean it hurt any less. Not even a week later he decides to talk to you, not so subtly jealous about you spending time with Ben. Things sort of…escalate from there.

Warnings: Cussing and Kissing. (oh no, not kissing! *parents screaming, children crying, Ohio catches on fire*) This is a request. DON’T HESITATE TO SEND IN REQUESTS. (Don’t send in like 50 tho. I still need sleep.)

Word Count: 1,697


“Can I t-talk to you.”

Richie stops laughing at Stan and, still giggling, turns to you. “Yeah, what’s up?”

You glance over Richie’s shoulder to see Beverly shoot you a thumbs up. “I’ve been, well- It was Beverly’s idea! But for a while now…” You stumbled over words, trying to soften the embarrassing blow of ‘I have a crush on you’.

“I like you!” You blurt, deciding to get it over with. “I l-like you as more than a friend.”

There’s a moment of silence in which you count the seconds that painfully tick by.

One. Richie’s mouth opens and closes, you can see his eyes dart to the other boys. They’re whooping and hollering, pushing him and giggling like idiots.

Two. You can feel the headrush hit you hard, along with waves of nausea.

Three. Teasing smiles stay on the boys’ faces, but Beverly’s melts off. She knows. She knows what’s going to happen.

Four. Richie’s ears turn fire hydrant red as you grow pale and faint. His eyes once again scan the boys, who continue to tease without mercy. You close your eyes, wishing they’d stop. There would be nothing to celebrate.

Five. “I’m s-sorry…”

He looks lost, twisting around in his seat on the log. The boys see that something’s wrong, thank god. It’s about to get very awkward.

“I-”

“Rich, c’mon…” You say, laughing lightly, as if the situation could be taken that way. You’re preparing to lie through your teeth, desperate to take it back. “It’s just a small t-thing. It’s not even a-a crush anymore! There, Bev, I said it? We’re all okay? All good?”

The air is thick and you can feel it, choking you. “(Name), I don’t- I don’t think of you-I just…” Richie stutters, only making the situation worse. “I don’t like you like that.”

Like that. He couldn’t even name what the feeling was. He was too grossed out to say it out loud, and that’s what stung the most.

“Richie, I was joking.” You state firmly. The sheer humiliation was enough to make a grown man cry, but not you. It was easier to be mad at him than at yourself. “I was completely kidding! But now you’ve made it weird. Thanks for that.”

“(Name)-”

“Richie, it’s fine!” You repeat, trying to convince yourself more than him. “Honestly, why are you making such a big deal out of this? Jesus…”

You get off the log and brush yourself off, walking over to your bike. Everyone’s eyes kept flicking from you to Richie like in a soccer watch. Even with your back turned, you could still feel their gazes, burning holes into your back. You turn towards them, mounting your bike.

“Guy really, stop acting like it’s such a big deal!” You say, throwing your hands up in defeat. They were still quiet. Mike looked at you with pity, Bill stared at the ground and Ben whistled lowly, thinking no one could hear him.

“Okay, you guys are making this weird. I’m out!” You call, beginning to pedal away. Don’t cry, you’ll make it worse, don’t cry, you won’t be able to stop. You repeat that in your head until it sticks, but it’s getting harder and harder to steer the bike as your eyes glaze over.

Just don’t talk to them for a while. It’ll be forgotten soon.


It wasn’t forgotten. Fuck. A couple days later, after avoiding leaving your house in fear of meeting Richie on the streets, your doorbell rang. You walked over to the door apprehensively, seeing Ben’s smiling face through the peephole.

“Hey…” You greet slowly, narrowing your eyes in suspicion and opening the door. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see if you were okay.” Ben says sweetly, still standing on your porch. You suspected he didn’t come here to hang out inside your house. “We’ve been wondering how you’re doing.”

“I’m surviving.” You answer, noticing Ben’s own crestfallen aura. “A-are doing alright?”

“Yeah! I- well, Beverly…” He stops and shaked his head, forcing a smile. “Nevermind, I came to check up on you.”

“Wait, no. Don’t change the subject.” You say. “If you rant to me you’ll probably feel better.”

“She didn’t do anything-I don’t really wanna talk about it…”

“Oh…” You run a hand through your hair. “Well, since we’re both feeling shitty, let’s go out.”

Ben squints and tilts his head, confused. “Out where? Like on a date?”

“No, dumbass.” You chuckle. Leave it to Ben to make you feel better, no matter how shitty your day was. “Just… out. Y’know, the arcade. McDonald’s sounds good right now.”

Ben brightens and bounces on the heels of his shoes. “Yeah! That’s cool!”

You walk over to the coat rack and grab your black windbreaker, pulling it on. “Let’s go get fucked over by junkfood.”


You observed the cafeteria, dreading when Richie would come and sit down at your usual table. He was walking from the lunch line in slow motion, your brain going fuzzy with panic. You stared down at your food, refusing to look up again.

“Can I talk to you.”

You nearly snorted. Nearly. Those were the exact words you said to him the day you confessed, and the irony was killing you. Well, you wished the irony killed you; it’d be less embarrassing then. You didn’t look at him but kept picking at your food, intent on ignoring your problems.

“I, uh, saw you and Ben last Friday.” He says, sitting down next to you. “So are you and him-y’know…a thing now?”

You look up at him only to glare. “I’m just asking because I’d like to know, is all.” He quickly corrects himself. Damn. Richie Tozier is tongue tied for the second time this week. That must be a record. “To l-leave you guys alone when you-when you need it.”

“Ben and I were hanging out, yeah.” You say blankly, your face dropping to an unreadable expression. “Why do you care?”

“Because… Because I don’t think you and him look good together.” He says quickly, scowling at Ben, who was standing in the lunch line and looking innocent as ever. “Personality differences and other shit.”

You still stare at him through half lidded eyes, not amused at all. “Why. Do. You. Care.”

“God-I don’t know!” Richie exclaims. “I just think that maybe, you’d tell me if you were dating anyone.”

“Ben and I aren’t dating.” You say cooly, although your temper was rising steadily. “None of your business who I’m dating anyway, ‘cuz you don’t think of me that way, remember?

“I just-”

“No Richie, you don’t get to answer that!” You cry out, earning weird looks from nearby kids. “You’re the one who rejected me!”

“I was scared!” He says. “You asked me to say something back in front of Bev and Mike and Eddie-”

“If you can’t admit that you like me in front of our friends,” You say stiffly, more and more irritated. “Then you don’t actually like me. Which you don’t! You don’t like me, and you’ve made that clear.”

Richie looks at you incredulously, like what you just said was some sort of crime and suddenly stands up on the tables bench.

You panic even more, pulling at his pant leg, begging him to sit down. “Richie get off! What the hell are you even doing?”

“Hey you losers, I like (Name)!” He yells over the cafeteria’s loud chatter, drawing even more attention. By now, more than half the cafeteria was staring at you and him. To your horror, everyone quiets down, listening to what the weird kid has to say.

“I like (Full Name) and everyone should know!” He shouts again, cupping his hands to use as a megaphone. “And I was an idiot and a dumbass not to tell her, but here I am now!”

You hide your face in your hands, turning the color of a ripe strawberry.

“So yeah,” Richie announces. “For once in my life I’m done caring about what you assholes think! She’s perfect and smart and nice and sarcastic and I think I love her!”

Finished with his big speech, he plops back down, red in the face and panting slightly from yelling. A shocked silence lasts as Richie counts the seconds, waiting for you.

One. You look at him through your fingers, mortified and overjoyed at the same time.

Two. Slowly, what he just did registers in your mind. He just humiliated himself in front of the entire cafeteria. For you.

Three. Your chest feels so hot it physically hurts, ready to explode with admiration and disbelief at this stupid boy.

Four. Richie waits patiently for your reaction, crossing his fingers under the table.

Five. “Y-you fucking dick!” You say, punching him in the arm. “That was-what was that?

“I’m not scared to tell anyone I like you.” Richie says, rubbing his sore arms with a sheepish grin plastered on his face. “You said that if I’m too scared to tell anyone I like you then it’s not true, so I just told the whole school.”

“I-you fucking-what the-argh!” You give up on scolding and grab the back of his neck, your lips colliding with his. Richie reacts almost immediately, holding your face in his hands so gently your heart exploded for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. You tilted your head to the side and weave your fingers through the curls on the back of his neck, only coming up when you were dying for air.

You see Beverly absolutely beaming in her place at the lunch line, Ben clapping rapidly, Eddie getting a book out of his bag, probably to check if kissing could transmit serious diseases. Bill was smirking and Mike slapped money into Stan’s hand.

“They’re never going to forget this, are they?” Richie asks, flashing Stan a quick middle finger.

“Most likely not.”

Richie watches the terrible cafeteria light reflect off your cheekbones, somehow giving your face an almost angelic look, like something that is too good to belong in a town like this. Your eyes are brighter than usual and filled with childish laughter, this time not because of the cheap blinding lights, and Richie had to wonder if this was more than just a dumb school crush.  

“Good.”


#scorbus #soulmates #angst

Prompts: @lostandmessedup
Author: @queenofthyme

“Our sons are dating.”

Hearing Draco’s whispered voice in his ear brings Harry back to an earlier time. It’s both vivid and distant all at once. Harry allows the memory to fade as quickly as it comes to him - clinging onto to such things never helped in the past.

“You sound surprised,” Harry replies, not bothering to whisper back. Albus and Scorpius are too far away to hear them, already making their way onto the Hogwarts Express, holding hands as they had been all Summer.

“You don’t think they’re soulmates, do you?”

Harry’s jaw tightens at the word. Draco makes it sound like a bad thing. A terrible burden. “So what if they are?”

“I suppose it doesn’t matter to someone who doesn’t believe.”

A short humourless laugh escapes from Harry’s mouth. Draco was always good at picking fights where there was none. “I believe.”

“Ah,” Draco draws out the word. “I just wasn’t good enough, was I?” He asks, his cold humour cutting as always. “Thought you could pick again?”

Harry resists the urge to roll his eyes. He is determined to be a mature adult even if Draco isn’t. “Malfoy, don’t be dramatic.”

“I see, was I too dramatic? Did you prefer someone who wouldn’t steal your spotlight? Who would stand behind you like an obedient little house-elf?”

“Clearly not, otherwise I wouldn’t have married Ginny,” Harry bites back. Ginny. Holyhead Harpies Team Captain. World Renowned Quidditch Player. Earns more than Harry’s fortune in a single year. More raw magical power in her pinky finger than most wizards have in their entire body. Obedient house-elf? Not so much. If she were here, she would have decked Draco for suggesting it.

“Why did you marry her?” Draco’s voice has lost some of its edge now, the hurt clear behind his words.

“Why didn’t I just wait around for you, you mean?” Harry counters, bitterness leaking into his tone. He’s mad and he wants Draco to know it. It’s not fair for Draco to play the scorned lover. Not when the part is rightfully Harry’s. “Why didn’t I follow you halfway across the world, or wherever the hell you went, like an obedient little house-elf, you mean?”

“All you had to do was - “

“You left.” Harry interrupts. “You. So don’t you dare turn this around on me.”

Harry knows his face must be red with his anger. He can’t remember the last time he’d been so worked up like this. Not since Draco left. Draco Malfoy always had a way of drawing the uglier emotions out of him.

When too much silence has passed, Harry finally looks over to Draco and stares into the eyes of his soulmate.

“I had to,” Draco whispers. It’s not much of an excuse and Harry doesn’t know why he expected anything more.

He turns back to the train, watching the last trickles of students hurry in. “Well, I had to move on.”

Harry hears Draco clear his throat beside him. “I saw your divorce in The Daily Prophet. Did the Weas - did she find her soulmate?”

“She doesn’t have one,” Harry says stiffly. He’d sometimes been jealous of that. Not having a soulmate might have been easier. Anything would have been easier than having Draco Malfoy as his. “We both wanted children.” He adds by way of explanation. That had been the whole basis of their marriage. Harry had lied to Draco of course. He’d never really moved on.

“Do you think…” Draco trails off.

Harry looks up. “What?”

Draco shakes his head, eyes straight ahead. “Never mind.”

What, Malfoy?”

“You used to call me Draco.”

Harry shrugs as casually as he can manage. “That was years ago,” he says. What he doesn’t want to say is how much it hurts to say that name. How it brings back memories of everything he had and lost. How it means so much more to him than just a name.

“Do you think that maybe we just had the timing wrong?” Draco finally continues his earlier thought, still not looking at Harry. “That we weren’t supposed to be together until…until now.”

Harry feels his breath leave him. “Now?” He chokes out.

Draco nods, his gaze fixed on the train. “If soulmates are real, so is destiny, or fate, or whatever you want to call it. I know I was meant to have Scorpius. He’s changed me, Harry, he really has. I’m a different person.” He turns to Harry as the train horn sounds. “I think now I could be who you wanted me to be. Who I want to be.”

Harry stares back at Draco while the sound of the train’s departure roars in their ears. As the train exits the station, the sound fades to a whisper and then to a silence between them. Finally, after years, there’s nothing in their way.

“You’ve kept me waiting long enough, Draco.”

more like this l @queenofthyme

I read stories about someone who don’t know me. Someone who hadn’t seen me. Someone who I only considered as imaginary. I sing the lyrics of the band without them hearing me. A group of talented people who haven’t yet listened to my voice. I admire someone’s beauty which I’ve only stared at a random magazine—inside a crowded bookstore. A face with only one expression. A face I’ve never seen fully. And I realized, that it was important how you make a heart dance. How you turn a frown into a smile without forcing it to happen. Because maybe it was one of the best things that we can do. To turn sadness into happiness without meaning to. That maybe in the end, we can try to replace hate with love even if we thought we weren’t capable of doing it. Even if we thought that it was just an impossible truth.
—  ma.c.a // But then I tried
Roman Godfrey Headcannons

Roman Godfrey in a stable relationship is a sight to behold; here are some head cannons for him when he’s off the market.

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  • Due to his troubled upbringing, Roman has difficulty with expressing his emotions. His significant other should not expect him to be declaring his love for them from the onset and throughout their relationship, although that does not mean that he won’t warm up to the idea. Just give the guy some time; he’ll come around in his own way.

  • Roman is very protective of his partner, sometimes so much that it could become a little too unbearable which could potentially cause problems for the two of them if his significant other is not aware of the supernatural. An example of this would be that he would want / need to know how long for, whom with, and where his partner is if they are out and about, especially at night, without him.

  • He doesn’t have malicious intent, its common knowledge that Hemlock Grove doesn’t have the lowest mortality rate when compared to other towns; he just wants to keep his significant other safe.

  • With keeping that in mind, he’s definitely the type of boyfriend who will tell his partner “text me when you get home so I know you’re safe.”

  • Roman’s one of those tall guys that will use his significant other’s head as an armrest.

  • Green eyes are very fitting for Roman due to how easy it is for him to become jealous. He doesn’t come across as it, but he can be a little insecure and sensitive at times. If he just so happened to catch his partner talking to another guy then he’d be all clenched fists and staring the offending person down.

  • He’d then traipse on over and put his arm around his significant other, pulling them close and making it very obvious that they were his and most definitely off the market.

  • “Hey, babe, who’s this?”

  • It’s not that Roman doesn’t trust his partner, he does, he just doesn’t trust everyone else.

  • Roman takes on the position of the big spoon in the relationship but he isn’t against being the little spoon once in a while. If he’s had a bad day and is feeling down, he’d find comfort lying in his partner’s arms.

  • Even though it doesn’t seem like he listens most of the time, he does. If his significant other mentioned in passing that they had seen a particular dress or piece of jewellery that they liked, but couldn’t afford, then he’d surprise them by leaving the dress on their bed with a handwritten note or gift the necklace to them in the midst of one of their dates. He can be quite romantic when he wants to be.

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concept: keith finding and adopting a black kitten with a white tuft of fur on its forehead while shiro’s away and naming it after him 

when shiro gets back he’s ridiculously endeared by this but he’s also like “keith. if you wanted to name a kitten after me you could’ve named him tacatshi.” and keith just 

stares into the camera 

being richie's crush [headcanons]

Originally posted by beep-beep-richie-trashmouth


Pairing: Richie Tozier x reader

Summary: headcanons on this smol bean liking you.

(might do a pt. 2)


  • Okay
  • so all Richie really knows what to do is curse right?
  • I mean, he’s a trashmouth
  • Its his thing 
  • he tends to run his mouth waaaay too much
  • (it often gets him in trouble)
  • yet when he sees you, he’s speechless.
  • you’re rolling your eyes at Henry
  • (who is most definitely not tryin to charm you)
  • and you proceed to simply ignore him, slamming your locker shut and walking past Richie and Stan
  • “Hey Stan, Richie”
  • Stan smiles politely as Richie just stares
  • “She knows my name”
  • “Of course she does dumbass. We sit behind her in math,” Stan scoffs.
  • After that, all Richie does is stare at you
  • So. Much.
  • All the losers think his grades are suffering
  • (they’re really not)
  • but they know something is up.
  • with blushing cheeks, Richie admits that he has a “dumb fucking crush” on you
  • Beverly comes up with the idea to start leaving notes in your locker
  • Because Richie is too much of a pussy to tell you how he feels.
  • So all the losers turn to Ben
  • Who writes vvv lovely poetry.
  • and so the letters start
  • you’re not stupid
  • you know they’re from Richie
  • (and the rest of the losers, basically)
  • also, Richie is very obvious with his staring
  • v e r y obvious
  • like, you’re pretty sure you’ve seen him drool once
  • anyways
  • one day you go to your locker in the middle of class
  • and woah, there’s Richie.
  • he’s reaching up to stick something into your locker when your voice stops him
  • “sup tozier”
  • he curses and turns quickly
  • “wait this isn’t eds’s locker?”
  • “no Richie, it’s mine. and yeah, I know you’ve been leaving all those notes”
  • “fuck,” he whispers under his breath.
  • You’d then lean in slightly, causing Richie to shrink into the locker.
  • “well tozier, if you know of a dorky, curly-haired, glasses wearing trashmouth who’d love to go on a date with me, let me know yeah?”
  • before leaving you’d press a kiss to the corner of his mouth
  • he’d just stay there dazed his head
  • “HEY! I’m not a dork! And also, I’ll see you at five sweetcheeks!”
  • you’d chuckle before going into the bathroom and squealing
  • you had a date with Richie Tozier

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Clumsy

Summary: Peter Parker may be a superhero but he’s still the clumsiest boy in the world. 

AN: y’all can’t tell me that peter isn’t clumsy af. you can’t

Peter Parker x Reader 

// Masterlist //


Originally posted by mrsjacewayland

Peter Parker nodded as his friend Ned prattled on about what happened in Chemistry class. A class Peter had to miss because of his crime fighting duties. Truth was, Peter couldn’t care less about Chemistry. He was too busy staring at the laughing girl from across their table. Her head was thrown back and her silvery laugh filled his ears. Y/N’s face lit up in a way that made Peter’s heart fall even more for her. The boy sighed and rested his head on his fist.

“You know you could just talk to her instead of staring at her like a creeper.” Ned stated.

“I-I wasn’t staring, Ned.” Peter defended himself.

“Sure you weren’t, buddy.” Ned chuckled. Peter rolled his eyes.

“If I was, and I’m not saying I was, can you blame me? She’s perfect.” Peter said, dreamily.

“Which is why you should talk to her.” Ned forced.

“With her friends, who hate me by the way, around her? I don’t think so.”

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You can’t,” I whispered. “You can’t. I won’t let you.

His mouth was warm against my ear. “Claire, I’m to hang in the morning. What happens to me between now and then doesna matter to anyone.” I drew back and stared at him.

It matters to me!” The strained lips quivered in what was almost a smile, and he raised his free hand and laid it against my wet cheek.

I know it does, mo duinne. And that’s why you’ll go now. So I’ll know there is someone still who minds for me.” He drew me close again, kissed me gently and whispered in Gaelic, “He will let you go because he thinks you are helpless. I know you are not.” Releasing me, he said in English, “I love you. Go now.

dating Jeon Jungkook would include

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- You were friends first before it developed into deeper feelings.

- “Who would have thought you and me would end together?”

- “Everyone?”

- “I was talking to Y/N!”

- Likes to hold hands, the kind to interlock fingers.

- He typically plays with your fingers.

-Him staring at you a lot.

-Then him looking away really fast when you turn to look at him.

-“I know you were looking at me, there is no need for you to almost break your neck trying to look away”

-“I was not looking at you”

-“Your eyes were basically burning holes into my face, Jeon”

- Hugs!

- Especially back hugs.

- Likes to put his head on your shoulder or on top of your head when you guys hug.

- Runs his nose against your neck and cheeks when he is feeling exceptionally cuddly.  

- Wouldn’t kiss you in front of his hyungs.

- So much teasing from the guys whenever you are together.

-“ Jungkookie is in l-o-v-e”

-“Hyung!”

- “Don’t you love Y/N?”

- “You don’t love me?”

- “Of course I do!”

-“AW! JUNKOOKIE IS IN LOVE!”

- Going shopping together to get the others opinion.

- Prefers home dates but also likes to take you on small adventures.

- Watching anime together.

- You make him watch dramas with you and he acts like he isn’t interested in them.

- “It’s so late, let’s end it here”

- “But how?! Did you not see how the last episode ended?!”

- “…”

- “Just play the episode”

- You would spend a lot of time watching him play video games, him trying to teach you how to play and playing together.

- He would never let you win just because you are his girlfriend.

- Betting on the games.

“If I win you’ll do the dishes”

“I don’t even live here, Jungkook”

“Oh, I didn’t know I was dating a chicken”

“Ugh, fine!”

- Really likes to kiss you. On your hair, on your forehead, on your neck, on the lips.

- Holds the back of your neck with one hand whenever your kisses deepen.

- He likes to take you to the studio so you can see him dance because of the effect it has on you.

-He smirks when he sees how flustered you get.

- “You’re blushing”

- “Shut up or I won’t come here with you ever again”

- He tries to hug you when he is sweaty and you try to run from him.

- Whispers in your ear to see you shiver/get goosebumps.

- Gets jealous easily.

- And it’s not because of self-doubt or distrust, it’s because he likes to have your attention.

- Takes a lot of pictures of you.

- “Hey, delete that! You didn’t tell me you were going to take a picture!”

- “No, look how pretty it turned out”

- Secretly likes to see you wearing his clothes but acts like he is a bit annoyed whenever you do.

- Gives compliments from time to time.

- “That looks really good on you”

- “You always smell so nice”

- Loves to make you laugh.

- Tries his best to make you smile when you aren’t feeling the greatest.

- Enjoys playing with your hair.

- “Teach me how to make a braid”

- “Again?!”

- Texts all day long.

- Lots of selfies of him doing a funny face.

- He sings a lot.

- Gets very happy when you ask him to sing for you.

- Blasting music together on his speakers.

-“Yah! Y/N, Jungkook, turn it down!”

- “We’re so underappreciated for our music taste!”

- Likes to get praised, so he normally shows you how good he is at everything.

- “Look what I learned to do!”

- He lives to tease you.

- But stares down whoever teases you.

- When he is away, he calls you before he falls asleep to tell you about his day.

- Calls you just to hear your voice.

- “I wish I could see your face right now”

- “You can video call me if you want”

- “It’s not the same”

- Playfully fights you because he is very physical.

- It usually ends with you being pinned down by him while he smiles down at you.

- Piggyback rides and picking you up to show you his strength.

- He has a hard time expressing how he feels with words.

- Takes some time for him to open up to you fully.

- Inside jokes!

- Which entails you looking at each other and bursting out laughing while everyone around you looks at the both of you in question.

- He gives you the cold treatment when something you did bothered him.

- “What’s wrong?”

- “…”

- “Well, if you’re going to be this way, then I’ll leave”

- “No! Don’t leave!”

- “…”

- “I’m sorry I’m not good at speaking”

- “Just don’t shut me out”

- Likes it when you feed him a bit of your food.

- Snacking all the time!

- “Didn’t we have lunch five minutes ago?”

- “More for me then”

-“Hey, I never said I was full”

- You’re his partner in crime to play pranks on the other members.

- After a long, tiring day he likes to lay down with you.

- He doesn’t usually tell you about his hard days but you can still tell because he sighs a lot and doesn’t maintain much eye contact.

- You hold him extra tightly on those days.

- Likes to make romantic gestures.

- “Did you send me flowers?”

- “I may be away but I want to still be able to make you smile”

- Long talks about nonsense.

- “What are you guys doing?”

- “We’re wondering why Goofy can speak but Pluto can’t when they are both dogs”

- “Why do I even bother with the both of you”

- Whenever he knocks on your door he does it on a silly way.

- “Was that the (song name) rhythm?”

- Neither of you say “I love you” often, which makes it much more significant when the other says it.

- “I love you”

- “I was just about to say that”

- “Get real, Jungkook”

- “Really, I swear! …I love you,too”


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“I can’t believe Potter is dating that she-weasel!” Draco groaned and threw himself on an armchair dramatically. “I mean, what does she even see in her!”

“Potter’s dating Ginny? I thought they broke up end of sixth year?” Pansy inquired.

Draco sneered. “They got back together. I hate it. They way they’re always snogging in public where everyone can see. It’s disgusting.” He crossed his arms and pouted. “Stupid Potter.” Pansy closed her book and smirked at him. “What?” He snapped.

“You’re jealous!”

Draco scoffed. “Oh please. I am not jealous.”

“Could you want him more?”

“I’m am not jealous, Pansy. I am envious. Jealousy is being protective of what you already have and since I do not have a Potter I cannot be jealous of the Weaslette.” He explained irritable. Just then Harry Potter walked in with Ginny Weasley. Draco glared at them while Pansy looked at her best friend sadly.

“Okay. I’m going to go to the library to study with Luna.” She told her boyfriend.

Harry smiled brightly at her, a smile that Draco always wished would be directed at him. Harry kissed her and she left. He sat down on the couch that Pansy was on, smiling softly to himself. The three of them had gotten close ever since Pansy and Hermione started going out. Draco flipped a page in his book forcefully.

“Isn’t she just great?” Harry sighed dreamily.

“Yeah she’s a real doll.” Draco said, trying to sound bored. Harry laughed. “What?”

“Nothing. That just reminded me of a joke Ginny told me. When is a doll not a doll?”

Draco didn’t answer, but flipped another page in his book violently, almost ripping it. Pansy turned around to face Harry and put on a smile. “When?”

“When it’s a dollar.” Harry started giggling and so did Pansy. Draco gave a fake, meek laugh, without taking his eyes off of his book. “You okay, Malfoy?”

Draco looked up. “Yeah I’m fine. Just tired.” He faked a yawn and shut his book. “I think I’m just gonna go to bed. Good night.” He left the room just as Hermione walked in. She sat next to Pansy who put her arms around her girlfriend.

“Hey.” She greeted them, kissing her girlfriend. “What’s up?” Pansy kissed her back, lingering a bit longer, hoping Harry would leave. Eventually he did so they pulled apart. Hermione smiled softly. “What was that for?”

“I wanted to get Potter to leave… also because I wanted to.”

Hermione giggled and kissed her nose. “Why did you want Harry to leave?”

Pansy smiled. “Draco likes Harry.” She sang.

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